Brother Daozi was lying in his tent, constantly fiddling with something, turning a deaf ear to the outside world, and the appearance of the angel stimulated Brother Daozi's inspiration.

That state was like Van Gogh had just cut his ears, and his thoughts had left his body and flew in the sky.

Abhishek Singh watched the angels descend and the angels attacked the New China people's camp, and also saw the live broadcast of the angels raging the New China people's camp in the air.

He watched countless opportunities for internal and external cooperation slip away, but he could not mobilize soldiers and soldiers. Those green skins were too lazy to listen to the orders of him, a human shrimp.

"Sir, let's just wait?" Shuoguo's only remaining guard stood beside Abshek, and the two humans seemed particularly conspicuous in the green-skinned camp.

"Do you have any other way?" Abhishek looked cold. He naturally knew that he was missing the opportunity, but if he could save his life, it was God Shiva who appeared. He really had no choice.

The sudden roar of engines in the inner city before made Abshek's dark face darker. With his intuition, he knew that the angel would probably not be able to complete the achievements of refreshing the Chinese people alone.

But the cheers that burst out from the new Chinese players still made Abshek frightened. Did they kill the angels?

Are we really playing a game?

As the heavy rain fell in the sky, Abhishek also lost his guess about the situation in the inner city. He could not hear anything except the sound of wind and thunder. He could only squat in his broken tent with grievance and had to hide in some places where the rain leaked.

The earth polluted by green skin emits the disgusting smell of green skin. With the impact of the rain, people burst into tears.

Even Abshek, who had been patient for several days, felt that he was about to faint. He didn't know if he had the chance to use the power of green skin to revive the Ganges clan.

Whenever he felt that he had figured out the big green-skinned idea brother's thoughts, the other party would show completely different qualities, constantly jumping in the words of wisdom, loss of wisdom, genius, and water in his mind.

Unfortunately, the comrades of the US imperialists were killed because of an accident, otherwise it would be more reassuring to cooperate with humans. Abshek looked at the city wall in the distance with some melancholy: "As long as you are not a new Chinese, everyone is better!"

"I have a hunch that we will become good friends." A guy in a black robe suddenly appeared outside the tent, and the green skins coming and going seemed to have not seen him: "Do you desire strength? Or knowledge? Or money?"

"Who are you?" Abhishek's heart suddenly tensed. He often used this kind of speech routine when he had used to pay for the resistance organization.

But the consequences of those organizations were always disappointing.

"No, I have no desires. If I have, I will use my own strength to complete it." Abhishek replied calmly, while constantly watching around, hoping to find a chance to get out.

After all, this is a world dominated by swords and magic. He cannot confirm the identity of the person in front of him, nor does he want to have conflicts with the other party.

But the surrounding scene made Absek sweat suddenly.

Green skin, who had just passed by the tent, passed by the tent again, yawning lazily as before; a fart spirit was chasing some bug, running happily from a distance. In less than five seconds, it appeared again along the same track.

Everything around is like someone pressing the loop key, constantly rereading and constantly cycling.

"What do you want from me?" Abhishek tried to delay time and find an opportunity to save himself.

"What do you get?" The man in black seemed to be really stuck in thinking: "Faith? Soul? Body? I don't lack anything, I just think the things here are a bit boring, it should be more interesting."

Abshek was sweating coldly when he heard this, but he still gritted his teeth and refused to show any cowardice.

"Why would I give you some strength to make trouble for the demon hunter apprentice?" The man in black robe looked at Abshek with interest: "What an interesting soul, full of despair, but he refused to let go of hope. He felt that he was superior, but he was also crushed by inferiority."

Abshek's face was pale. He felt that the secret he had hidden in his heart had been dug out bit by bit, exposed to the air, causing him to feel extremely painful.

"Why? Why bother? Humans are just a drop in the ocean in the vast universe. Your world is the most inconspicuous among many human worlds. New China is just the more lively tail in the fish tank. Can the Ganges clan rise..." The man in black robe lifted up his hood and revealed his true face.

It was the face that once belonged to the wizard Victor, but the part of this face that belonged to humans was already very small.

The weird mechanical devices and Tsengchi's twisted aesthetic made Victor's head look like a ball of struggling plasticine, something inside was about to break free from the constraints and surface.

Every time you struggle, ups and downs, a blurred face will appear instead of Victor's face and then disappear in a flash.

Abshek was kicked out of the game by the overload protection function of the survival pod just after a glance, leaving only a body that had lost its soul and still stayed in the game.

He has Abshek's appearance, attributes, and equipment, but it is no longer a player. The system determines that Abshek is dead.

"This exquisite and annoying subtitles are full of wisdom flashes." Victor put on his hood again, with a little dissatisfaction in his tone: "You can't escape every time, I will always find their true position."

As the man in black robe disappeared, the fragments of space that were separated were reintegrated into the torrent of time without causing any turmoil.

Abshek's body fell into the tent, his eyes widening.

In the Greenskin Camp, except Abshek's escort, no one cared about Abshek's life or death.

Abshek's last guard chose to end his life with a musket. He wanted to enter the resurrection process in time and pass on the accident that happened to Abshek back.

Moreover, no one can influence the role of the Greenskin Chief except Abhishek, and he is meaningless here.

For the green skins, if it weren't for Brother Idea's order, they would have wanted to kill the two human shrimps. Now, the team is pure again, and even the smell in the air is much more stinky than before!

When Xu Yichen returned to the inner city of Wangxiang City in the heavy rain, he saw peace. The green skins did not take the opportunity to launch an attack, which was undoubtedly good news.

And the better news is that a total of twenty-seven new Chinese players came to report.
Chapter completed!