Reign of the Hunters

Chapter 41 Failure

The reed can't tell what it really feels like right now. It just feels like it's falling into a hole in an ice cave. It's wet and cold all over.

Isn't that dragon wild? Is that dragon being manipulated by some player? Is this dragon the pet of an upward player every day? Otherwise, why is it that all the players who die are the players of the grand world, and none of the players who go up every day get hurt! Also, the city defense, under this dragon's fierce dragon breath, has not been harmed at all, is this cheating?

The light wind over there seemed very excited, and the flowers on one side heard his words, and were glad that she exhaled for a long time, not only to feel a little comfort for the dragon's belonging, but also to feel reassured that this grand world could lift heaven upward.

The reeds are not wrong, the guild is small every day, but it does not mean that the guild does not have any fighting power. The game of fate is not the same as previous games, the population is too large and there is no way to suppress all the guilds with human naval tactics, so there are other means of quickly gaining dominance in the game than keeping pace with other early guilds in the big replicas.

Although doing so would be a little despicable, the so-called hero doesn't ask where it came from, and who really cares about the world, and everyone sees nothing but the result. Those who say that they don't care about the results of the heavens and the earth, but only about the processes that they once had, are in themselves a helpless excuse for not letting go. Ask who else can see the process if it really gets to the end and see the results? The Church of the Sheng Shi is not very bright every time it strikes, but in every game, when is it not the last king to laugh?

Though there are a lot of people who curse prosperity before and after people, if the prosperity is to recruit people, the tide generally comes more. Light wind has long seen this logic clearly, life is alive, no one can stain it at all, even the Kong Saints, do not carry the name of Nanko for thousands of years? In this day and age, just do your thing, and the rest, it's just a floating cloud.

It is precisely because of this understanding that the light wind has expressed its approval for the proposal to reed this time.

It's true that every day up there are small guilds, and they can't compare to the old giant guilds of Datang, the Lycans, Genesis, Coffee Blue, and the Black Plum World, even with the iron bloods, the war goes, and this newly raised medium-sized guilds. Sometimes, however, the potential of a guild has little to do with its size. Although a guild is strong and the number base is an important indicator, it is not the only one.

The unity of the guild, the expansion of the guild, the progress of the guild copy, and the reputation of the union are all the criteria that determine whether one guild is strong or not, objectively, the number of people going up every day fails to meet the standards, and everything else does.

Such an association is one of the best in the eastern continent and one of the best in the whole fate. Light wind knows that fate has only begun for a year now. If we do not solve each day upwards at this time, and wait for all the ranks of the world to rise against each day upwards, it will not be as easy as it is now.

In fact, as soon as they entered the game, they had already marked the first guild to be dealt with, unfortunately, every day up on the first list to be dealt with. Their Guild is famous and small, but there are enough celebrities on the leaderboard, so they have to deal with it first. However, even though they are small every day, they are slippery as mudslides and seem to have known the intentions of Sheng Shi for a long time. Their killer regiment is unable to do so several times when it comes to assassinating the names on the leaderboard, either in the city or in a copy. Though no one was told, this first opportunity to deal with the daily upward spirits made the world eat a small meal.

Later, dealing with their guild's son Ghost was even better than miserable. Not only did he break ten people, but he also lost three cloaks. This was even less propagandistic. Although Barbie Honey was punished for this afterwards, he could not recover the losses already caused.

After eating so twice, Sheng Shi also seemed to have learned to be good. All of them were silent. They did not attack any guild on their own initiative, nor did they do anything behind their backs until the defense of the city on the Bad Devil's habitat began to build.

The secrecy of the city's defenses is very good, even on the first and second day, Sheng Shi didn't even get any news, and it was almost the third day. But it doesn't matter if you get the news on the third day. Guilds like Sheng Shi will soon get all the news and know who the owner of this city's defense is. He fell asleep and hit the pillow, although the light wind still doesn't know why he builds a city defense in this part of the Bad Devil's habitat every day, but he can also deduce what it is to protect.

But it's not important to protect anything, and it's important that Light Wind Intelligence find out that the NPC money they're paying to build this city's defenses is already going up every day. It's obvious that what you have to protect in this city is definitely twice as valuable as what you have to defend in this city, otherwise you can't help but smash so many old books every day. Not only that, if this time of year, this city defense must not be repaired, then for every day up, this is the real bottom draw.

Although human nautical tactics have little effect on the game as a whole, there is an overwhelming advantage in dealing with a small, small guild. Especially now, the Eastern continent has millions of twenty grade trumpets. He can crush every day up with only a small portion of them. Why not?

The light wind had intended to send someone early, but eventually it was postponed until two hours before the construction of the city was completed to attack the evil habitat. It's not cool to do that, but he's got his mind on it. Although the guilds are small every day, the guilds of the Alliance are quite a few. If they meet too early, the guilds can easily pull out people to help. After all, they did too many unjust things before the grand world, and did not deal with many big guilds. With the public and private guilds, the guilds will give help. It is too inexpensive. With the help of the grand guilds, this kind of small people nautical tactics is really nothing.

Secondly, at the last moment of successful city defense construction, it may not only be a city defense, but also a whole day of upward morale, even if they can last for a while, after all, the energy is badly damaged, not enough to fear. As for what is after the defense of the city, it can also be reasonably returned to the hands of the great world.

The king has defeated the court since ancient times. There is nothing to say.

However, he didn't seem to expect all the senior players who were going up every day to temporarily put their way back to the city in the infernal habitat. When the reeds had just attacked the map, the large troops who were going up every day immediately flew in, intercepting the formation of their small legions. Although this caused a little trouble for the process of overthrowing every day upwards, it was only a little trouble for the great world. There was no substantial change for the end result, and this situation continued until the emergence of the dragon.

Although a lot of small players can be a headache, a dragon can be a headache.

The dragon is an advanced species of life in destiny and has traditionally served as an irreversible BOSS presence in all major replicas, often pushing down a dragon in one replica requires an elite team of 100 people equipped to excel and rank no different from it, while dragons in the wild need more players. Like this kind of flyable dragon, the rank is not low at first glance, and the hundreds of thousands of trumpets, if they are against the previous dragon, are like an ant against a flamethrower, and there is no second possibility except for the battlefield that falls on one side.

This is also why the light wind is very disturbed when it hears the dragon appearance, but now it seems that the God of Luck is still very happy to flourish, at least in pushing every day upwards, the process is repeated, but there will be no big mistake in the end.

When the breeze thought so, he found that there was no sound on the reed side for another half day, and the anxiety that had not completely pressed down suddenly jumped up again, and he asked, "Reed, are you still there? ”

“Still.” The reed answered him quickly, but his voice was so shady that it made people feel cold in their spine.

Light wind and his morning and evening, naturally can hear something wrong in his voice, that anxiety instantly diffused his whole heart, his voice also sank: “Changed? ”

“Mm-hmm.” The reed came out with that simple character, like a little hammer slamming towards a giant mirror, which, momentarily later, broke apart.

“What?” The reedy sound made the light wind's eyebrows wrinkle suddenly, but the light wind was, after all, the light wind. What condition had he not seen in the countless games he had been through? So, even if this thing upset him a little, it didn't upset him enough. This kind of plan, the end result is nothing more than winning and losing, there is really no need to worry too much, the light wind has already seen through, it is just that, seeing through, he has been in a dominant position for a long time, still does not like to fail.

“The dragon seemed to go up to some player every day.” Reed swing is almost a word for word that squeezes out of his teeth, because what is happening right in front of him is that dragon chasing the bustling players. It doesn't fly too fast. After all, dragons fly much faster than low-level players who run on their legs. Moreover, the dragon's breath ranges further, breathing down a dragon, seeing only one body, hearing only one scream.

The reeds brought in 800,000 trumpets, ready to die with these trumpets directly from day to day, but now things are against your will, the emergence of a dragon, which made the 800,000 trumpets suddenly come to naught. Of course, the trumpets didn't want to turn their hard-working grades into empty experience slots, so they fled, constantly rushing to the edge of the conveying stone or map, just too many people, greatly reduced the speed of movement, and cheaper the dragon, breathing down a dragon, and the body of the place.

Leaf words were very refreshing for this raid.

She stood on Six, manipulating Six to chase the players who were running up and down every day, a sip of dragon went down, all she could see was a red piece of damage rising up, her eyes printed red. And her evil value is rising slowly. At first, Leaf was in a good mood to look at her evil value, and now she is lazy to even look at it. The sin value of a trumpet is 0.1. She killed so many trumpets. There are no tens of thousands but 89,000...

Reed shook his fist so tightly, he slammed the desktop and didn't say a word. He just took a deep breath and then asked: “How many more people are still alive? ”

Reed laughed bitterly: “I don't know, even if I knew, I couldn't tell you, this dragon breathed down a corpse, I don't know how many others there are. ”

“Forget it, pull out.” Though the wind is distasteful, he is, after all, a visionary man, and carelessness in such a small matter has never been his style. He must report that he has suffered a loss in this matter and certainly won't let it go. However, he will never build on the momentum of inevitable defeat in front of him. His big husband is able to give in and he has always done well.

If a person can only win or fail, then that person will not succeed.

“But, boss... I don't like it.” Reed looked at the myriad of brothers he had personally brought in and just felt his heart dripping blood.

"" Really? "she smiled softly. Next time I'll leave you to kill the dragon. ”

Reed knew the light wind, and now that he had spoken of it, he had no possibility of staying. He could only take a quick breath and shout on the team channel: "Everyone retreats, the dead do not pick up the bodies, the cemetery is revived and rubbed back to the city stone, as many people as can walk! ”

Sheng Shi is a Super Grand Duke, all the players are well trained, even after such a war, no one can say a word on the map channel or the world channel, and the retreat is faster, the leaves stand on the old six, only to see the living Sheng Shi players around, after a few seconds of pause, all turned into countless white light disappeared in front of her.

That's it?

Ye took a deep breath and looked up at the sky. The clouds of the inferior demon habitat were still so thick that even a little sunshine could not be shined through, but her mood seemed clear at this moment... (to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com) and your support is my biggest motivation.)