Chapter 2110 - 2103: Repeated Sidestepping
It has been a whole month since the start of the Myriad Tribes War, and the entire battlefield has entered into a brutal war, with the air even filled with a dense smell of gunpowder.
Countless people die every day, and countless races disappear.
Apart from some top-level races, most races do not have the ability to hunt Warcraft at the same level as Guardian Beasts, so the only way to earn points is by killing!
Powerful races hunt weaker races, weaker races hunt even weaker ones, and the lowest races kill each other. Anyway, it’s the time to go all out, not fighting means death!
In such an environment, humans have instead become the quietest race. From a certain angle, they are now the strongest race, but from another, they are the weakest. Since the start of the Myriad Tribes War till now, their score is only a pathetic 100!
That was from a doomed first-grade Warcraft accidentally flying over the sky of the Great City of Aiville and getting shot down by the Super Divine Cannon. Other than that, they haven’t earned a single point!
Above humans, the second last-ranked race has accumulated tens of thousands of points!
As the lowest race, when being hunted by other races, they can still put up some resistance. They know very well that even if they’re not exterminated, their low score means they can’t escape being wiped out.
Under such circumstances, the mindset of this race has changed. Surviving is no longer possible. Instead, they have become like water ghosts, dragging another race down with them even if it means perishing. And such water ghosts are everywhere on the battlefield!
The anxiety in humans has reached a very high level. Three days without any news, a week without any news, a month still without any news. Human scores have drastically fallen behind, yet Zhang Menglong is still altering and adjusting around the Great City of Aiville.
"Menglong, what exactly are you doing? Even if you are making preparations, at least tell us so we can have some peace of mind!" Ying Zheng had been hovering around Zhang Menglong these days.
"Didn’t I say it’s confidential for now? Don’t you even have this bit of patience? This is training your mindset! Stay calm and composed in everything..."
Ying Zheng couldn’t listen to Zhang Menglong’s words at all. Who could have patience when the survival of the race is at stake?
"How many people are surrounding us now?" Zhang Menglong casually asked.
"About a dozen billion, and they’re all quite strong, almost none below the peak of the Dao Realm!" Ying Zheng said, "They’ve made up their minds to block us humans here."
"Did you do what I asked you to?"
"Yes, I noted everything. These people come from 58,719 races. We’ve thoroughly investigated all the races’ information. Those from the last attack on the Great City of Aiville are also included, and the rest are nearly all third-class races and above."
"Alright, I got it." Zhang Menglong finally put down the thing in his hand that looked like a paintbrush, "Let’s go say hello to them!"
"Are you done?" Ying Zheng looked at Zhang Menglong with confusion, yet it seemed like nothing had happened. What on earth is in Zhang Menglong’s gourd?
kilometers, for people of their caliber, is almost instantaneous.
Before the Myriad Tribes War began, Zhang Menglong had already drawn a circle about 100 kilometers away.
Initially, adventurers from various races would hide, but now, they almost don’t hide at all!
They are now grouping together in threes or fives, chatting and having fun at the border; this boundary area has even developed into a small market.
"Quite impressive," Zhang Menglong chuckled seeing this scene.
This is the difference in time between powerful and weak races.
Weak races put everything into surviving.
Strong races, with no survival pressure, can waste time and idle here.
"Humans are coming!"
At the moment Zhang Menglong appeared, a large group of people began to stir. They had been lying in wait for a month here, and humans, like turtles hiding in their shells, finally couldn’t hold on any longer!
Their goal this time is simple: not to let any human cross this line alive!
"It’s Zhang Menglong!"
They didn’t expect the first one ready to break out would be Zhang Menglong! Many faces immediately showed wary expressions, as he dared to kill at the Myriad Tribes Bazaar.
"What’s there to fear? Unless we step into the 100-kilometer range, no matter how many Ancient Relics he has, they’re useless. Without them, he’s just a regular adventurer with the power a few hundred times that of the peak of the Dao Realm. Anyone here could kill him!"
"Right, now he poses no threat. If he dares to step out, we’d kill him all the same! He’s got plenty of valuable stuff on him that might not be useful now but will be in the future."
"Who knows, he might have a large amount of Supreme Crystal. At the auction, he took out several trillion Supreme Crystals! If we kill him, it’s probably more than the Supreme Crystals dropped by the entire battlefield’s Warcrafts, right?"
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The arrival of Zhang Menglong made everyone’s expressions turn as if they had seen a naked beauty, with their greedy gazes completely unrestrained.
"Oh, quite a few old friends!" Zhang Menglong immediately noticed several killing intents. Looking in those directions, he saw adventurers from the Ice Demon Race and Sacrifice God Clan.
"Aren’t you all busy fighting for supremacy, what are you doing here on human turf?" Zhang Menglong said to them, "Guests from afar are always welcome. Want to come in for a sit-down?"
Who dares to go in? Only an idiot would dare! If they dare to walk within 100 kilometers of Aiville City, they’d be greeted with the Super Divine Cannon, Ultimate Bomb, and Chimera’s palm in no time.
"Zhang Menglong, don’t take us for fools," said an adventurer from the Sacrifice God Clan, "We all know that once we get close to the Great City of Aiville, none of us can survive. Do you really think a few words can trick us in?"
"I wasn’t really planning to," Zhang Menglong shook his head, looking grieved, "I’m just hospitable and friendly by nature, yet you all think of me in such a way. It’s truly heartbreaking."
"Zhang Menglong, I know you can’t casually come out either, we’ll see who can wait it out," said an adventurer of unknown race, "If you have the guts, don’t come out. If you so much as take a single step out, I’d at least respect you humans a bit for having some blood and spirit."
At that moment, Zhang Menglong jumped and actually leaped out of the 100-kilometer range of the Great City of Aiville!
"Hey! I’m out!"
"He’s out, kill him!" The crowd immediately reacted.
But at this time, Zhang Menglong had already jumped back, and he started hopping back and forth on that boundary.
"Hey, I’m back in!"
"Hey, I’m out again!"
"Haha, back in again!"
"Are you angry? Are you mad?"