"Shut up!"

Lampard shouted overbearingly and coldly: "We don't have that much time, and you are taking us in this damn dirty monster land for a day trip! You have 15 minutes left. I know you have hidden cards, which can greatly improve the penetration of scanning supernatural powers! Use it for me! The enemy is about to burst into anus!"

He yelled like this, Jack the captain of the Orphans of the Fog, licked the scissors in his hand disdainfully. His arm was cut off from it, and a pair of extremely sharp scissors were implanted. He laughed strangely: "Fuck you, Lampard! Even if you are the captain of the wing, you are not qualified to ask my team members to scan Edlia's hut for you at the cost of your life."

Lampard's tiger eyes flashed with a cold light: "Jack, I'll tell you! Saif's bastard sent out the nigger and the San, who were tiptoing to track us! If we delayed, we would be attacked from front to back! Do you want to die here?"

The American Trail Blazers, Kangaroos, Chicago Brotherhood and other strong teams looked at each other and nodded one after another.

The overall situation is the most important.

If you are caught up by those black lunatics who are ignorant of life and death, even if the Shenluo team is not afraid, the mission will add countless variables. When Saif arrives with the Sultan adventurers, it will be a question whether he can go back.

Under the pressure of everyone, Lampard gained unprecedented authority. Jack didn't dare to force himself. He licked the scissors and looked at Jack Field with a sinister look, and shouted: "Didn't you hear it? Give me the excitement of fucking women! I can't find the destination within 15 minutes, I'll open it for you personally!"

Jackfield is a typical mentally powerful person. He snorted suddenly, and the cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and his eyes were full of energy.

In the ruins, the extremely rich fog of war was immediately penetrated by his supernatural power scan. There was nowhere to hide and was directly penetrated!

His body trembled violently, obviously consuming a lot of superpowers and mental power to scan the distance.

Such adventurers may not be qualified exporters, but they have advantages that others cannot reach in terms of reconnaissance and mental confrontation.

After a while, he fell to the ground and coughed blood with a deep mouth: "This world is very difficult, the fog priority is cough cough, there! I feel the call of fate!"

Lampard, who had been unable to wait, grinned with satisfaction: "Boy! You have won 50 extra points for the Orphans of Wudu!"

Jack the Ripper said coldly: "It's 100! My generous Paladin commander. My poor child, so tired that he even squeezed out his yolk."

Lampard glanced at Jack: "In the end, God's decision is 70! Take good care of this capable young man. We will use him again soon."

With a wave of his hand, the army of the Shenluo United began to adjust its direction, and rushed towards the dense fog of war against the continuous influx of undead troops.

Edlia's hut gradually showed a silhouette in the cold and dense fog

Almost everyone of the Sudan team commanded by Saiwu has extremely powerful horses and mounts. In the dense fog of war, they are struggling to find the necessary destination of the [Broken Crown] - the abandoned cemetery on the Wrought Wasteland. This destination actually overlaps with the remains of the wife of Du Yu Langtong Team.

Due to the 400-player team battle, this Dark Three World map is many times larger than in the game, and has a denser fog of war, and the sight range is extremely limited.

Usually, the scout master who can travel unimpededly has become difficult to move forward, and he has no life to go back because of the ubiquitous army of undead and monsters on the ruins of Tristram.

"The mental power scan cannot find the destination?" Yakun frowned and listened to the report of Hassan, captain of the Mac Daytime Stone Team.

Hassan said helplessly: "You know that there are fragments of divine stones in our team, so you can call the oracle. But this field is too big. It is difficult for the oracle to give accurate coordinates."

"Where are the Assassins?" Saif swept to the captain of the Assassin's Creed.

The captain refused to even report his name, only told everyone that he was No. 172. His whole body was shrouded under the snow-white burqa. From the edge of the burqa, he could be seen wearing the close-fitting leather armor for assassins inside, and he seemed to be a hiding assassin's blade hidden in a cloth strip! It seemed to pierce your heart at any time.

Even Saiwu would not issue direct assassination orders to these mysterious and invincible assassins, and did not want to anger them. These crazy and deadly assassins did not belong to any of the two mainstream sects of the Sultanate. They believed in an extremely mysterious god that had long been destroyed by ancient Persia. However, due to regional reasons, they were divided into the Sultan.

The Captain 172 was silent for a long time, and when Saiyiwu was about to consult others, he finally spoke.

His voice was short and sharp, just like the assassin blade hidden in his sleeves, giving people an extremely uncomfortable feeling of metal friction.

"I have sent a scout and believe he will bring us intelligence."

Everyone took a breath of air conditioning.

The commander of the sea drifter is Amin, a black man from the Maldives. He has both the blood of Asan and East Africa. He is not muscular, but full of virility and cruelty. Amin frowned and said, "The fog of war is so dense and there are so many monsters. It is not easy for our corps to advance 100 people. Can your assassin come back alive?"

At this moment, a blood-covered Assassin's Creed team member gently fell in front of Captain 172.

Captain 172 sneered: "My teammates are the best scouts and assassinators! Don't forget, the shadow of death we have brought to you in the past few team battles."

As soon as these words were spoken, the Yashan Brotherhood, MacDay Dayhouse Team, Sea Rafters and other strong teams were glaring at each other.

In the past team battles, it was not someone else who caused the greatest damage to them, but this extremely mysterious Assassin's Creed team.

Their adventurers are filled with the ruthless spirit of an indomitable assassin.

Every time you take action, you will almost certainly cause huge casualties.

These guys are simply more fanatical than the most fanatical religious elements.

For them, death is not only not fear, but rather a kind of happiness.

Captain No. 172 pointed to the east: "There is the weeping wasteland. There is a return point to return to New Tristrime on the edge. Walking 2,000 meters inside, it is the deserted cemetery. But my scout told me that there are many enemies and are guarded by elite monsters. A bloody battle is inevitable."

The accuracy of this information made all the Sudan Adventurers Captains feel terrified.

After saying that on the 172nd, the seriously injured team member around him couldn't support him and almost fell down.

No. 172 took out a syringe and shot it in one by one.

The team member took a deep breath with a refreshing breath, as if he had entered the Pure Land. He immediately stood up again, and the bloody injuries on his body were completely ignored by him.

Even Yakun and Saiyiwu looked at each other, which was really evil.

Captain No. 172 smiled at the teammate who almost died, "How does the 49 virgins smell like a land full of honey and milk?"

The teammate said in a deep voice: "Can I go back this time to let me go to the Lost Paradise again?"

Captain No. 172 sneered: "Of course!"

The eyes of the teammates who were deeply hidden under the hood burst out with a brilliant light.

Yakun whispered to Saiyiwu: "What's weird about these ancient Persian madmen."

As the captain of the Yashan Brotherhood, Saiwu naturally knew a lot of secrets and smiled bitterly: "The reason why the Assassin's Creed team is strong is that they have a lost paradise. It is a valley in the bloody city, and even we cannot grasp the exact location. The valley has the entire bloody city, the most beautiful things. The most beautiful scenery, beautiful women, the most comfortable experience, everything is inside. It is a secret realm established by a powerful ancient man, and it is also their paradise."

"The adventurers of the Assassin's Creed team do not rely on adventure profits to survive. Their business is instead accepting various murder commissions to assassinate the super strong people in the space. Their number and strength are actually far more than the adventurers in the outer city, but the strong people above the inner city are hidden in each team, and they are reincarnated as ordinary adventurers."

Yakun said astonished: "No wonder! I'm still wondering, the two major sects of Sultan Kingdom have Xun and Shi Ye, how could a group of assassinists who believe in the ancient Persian gods survive to this day. It turns out that they are so mysterious and so powerful."

Saiyiwu nodded and said, "They are too hiding deep and they can hardly know their exact identity. Only when their elders issue assassination orders, these masters hidden in major teams will at critical moments, with one blow, and seal the important target with one sword. Those who make great contributions can enter this paradise of loss and enjoy the whole vacation! That is the best reward for them. The elders announced that after their death, their souls will be collected, put into the paradise of loss forever, and enjoy the best service forever. That is why these assassins are so crazy. I heard that their final assessment, even from the Western Doomsday Crater, jumped down to the abyss of boiling magma! Those who can come out alive are elders! This is called the Leap of Faith."

Yakun remained silent.

Although he is a devout believer of God and has seen countless extreme believers of Sultan God, none of them seem to be so crazy.

With a wave of Saiyiwu, the adventurers of the Sultan United followed, slashing the waves in the sea of ​​undead and monsters, and rushing to the east.
Chapter completed!