29 people died, so he left. Only players who didn't come into contact with PK wouldn't be able to understand such a relationship. The big shots present obviously weren't such pure players. For a moment, they all fell into a state of silence. So this person had gone to clear his PK points. If he was done, was he going to come back and continue to deal with them? What was even more tragic was that the people who died directly went back home. After arriving in Cloud Cloud City, they weren't in a hurry to register. They all wanted to meet up first before doing anything else. They didn't think it would be like this!
"Let's leave here first. We can't continue to wait here. We should take the initiative to meet up with the others. After all, we're the one with the most fighting strength right now." Absolute Zero said.
"We're … the one with the most fighting strength?" Why did his words sound so sarcastic after being beaten into such a sorry state by Thousand Miles Drunk alone?
"You guys know what I mean." Absolute Zero said helplessly. What he meant was, of course, that compared to the others, they were a team of at least eight people. Naturally, they were the team with the most combat power. Yet, these guys insisted on thinking about the awkward battle just now. Weren't they ashamed?
"You're right. Let's go." Experienced Frost agreed with Absolute Zero. He asked for the others' location in the channel, indicating that he would take the initiative to meet up with them.
"What about the other bosses? Are they okay? Is there anyone who can say something? " Experienced Frost continued to shout in the channel. There were still a few big shots who still hadn't heard from them. The battle seemed to be in a stalemate.
Everyone was helpless. Suddenly, a system notification rang out. A player had been judged to have left the maximum range of the team and had automatically left the team.
Everyone's hearts tightened. Now that he had left the largest range of the team, it could only mean that the boss was dead, and the people he was with would most likely end up in a miserable state.
As expected, everyone quickly received a private message from this boss. Three words: "F * ck f * ck f * ck!!"
"What's going on?" They finally found someone to ask.
"Motherf * cker, some really overpowered people already knew that we were coming! Our main path was cut off. They have a lot of people! "The boss' anger wouldn't be appeased in a short period of time. At their level, their rankings on the Level Rankings were very important. When they went out and announced their ranking, hearing that it was in the double digits was already a great deal of face. Being in the top ten or even the top twenty was even more so. When people introduced them, they would hang their names in front of them like a title. But now that he was dead, he had lost the chance to be called that. In the domain of 40 + 1, it would be impossible to catch up to the previous ranking after dropping a level, unless there was a huge change in luck. Which of the top players in the world wasn't a leveling maniac? Therefore, in terms of diligence, no one would lose to anyone else. Hard work alone could not make up for this kind of loss.
"I wonder how the other teams are doing …" The eight of them were not in the mood to share their current feelings with this brother. Since they were not familiar with each other, they were more worried about the other teams that were in the same situation as him. They had already realized how terrifying their opponents were, so they were very concerned about how much strength they had right now. They no longer thought that they could defeat a heaven-defying expert with just a few people, nor did they think that it was an exaggeration for Ying Qi to gather experts from 31 main cities. What's so good about it? In front of A Thousand Miles Drunk, they were all rabbits. A single person could torment a hundred of you. It turned out that legendary things weren't completely legendary. They looked like legends because those things didn't hit the mark. A Thousand Miles Drunk's strength couldn't be described with words. It wasn't within the scope of a player at all!
The eight VIPs were currently worried for the other teams, but they were also discussing A Thousand Miles Drunk. A Thousand Miles Drunk was going to wash away his PK points. Once he was done, he could come back at any time. If they didn't hurry up and gather three to five hundred people, they wouldn't feel safe at all.
However, the development of the situation was not going in the direction they had hoped for. Soon after, the team received a system notification that someone had left the area of effect and left the team, followed by an angry message saying "F * ck F * ck F * ck". They didn't want to see this result, but they were already mentally prepared for it. The other side had prepared so thoroughly, so why would they fight a battle they had no confidence in? If they could wipe out one team, they could naturally wipe out two or three teams. The teams that were ambushed probably couldn't escape. Their strength was about the same.
It wasn't until another person left the team that they finally realized that the people who were still in the team were all talking in the channel. The people who had been ambushed had been completely wiped out. There were six teams in total. They had just arrived at Cloud Peak City, and they had already lost one-fifth of their strength. This didn't even include the twenty-nine people on their side who had been sent back home by A Thousand Miles Drunk.
Of the eighteen armies that had arrived first, eight had met, six had been wiped out, and the remaining four were nervously on their way to meet up.
Fortunately, there were no new accidents. The eighth and fourth armies smoothly met up and formed the new twelfth army. There were a total of 211 people. This was a number that defied the natural order of things, not to mention that A Thousand Miles Drunk alone was equivalent to X people. After the meeting, the big shots still couldn't find the sense of security they were looking for. They hurriedly contacted the people of the six armies who were still slowly looking for scrolls and told them everything that had happened here. They told them to be careful and that it would be best if they told them the coordinates of the teleportation point. The two hundred of them would directly go and meet up.
Then, they contacted the brothers of the six armies who had been killed and sent back home to inquire about their news. The angry brothers of the six armies were currently planning to gather more people and prepare to return to Cloud Peak City to take revenge. This decision made the big shots of the twelve armies extremely happy. They couldn't wait for the six heartbroken people to move all of their guilds over and directly form an army of ten thousand people. In that case, A Thousand Miles Drunk shouldn't be so scary, right?
In addition to these comrades, the seven brothers who were still trekking through thousands of mountains and rivers also had to be contacted. The seriousness of the situation had already been reflected to the seven of them. They needed to make the seven comrades realize that it was impossible for them to sit down and drink tea and wait for you, because A Thousand Miles Drunk had already taken the initiative to target us, and we were currently at a disadvantage. If you continue to dilly-dally like this, it's very likely that by the time you arrive, we won't be here anymore. You will have to face A Thousand Miles Drunk alone. Another note: A Thousand Miles Drunk fought against the eight armies by himself, and the result was that he easily killed 29 of us. If it wasn't for the fact that he had to go PK, 29 probably wouldn't be the end point.
When the seven comrades saw this, they were all hesitant. Some were already hesitating about whether or not they should get scrolls and fly over quickly. However, a message from a boss called Sandpaper made everyone depressed. Sandpaper said, "Can't you guys go offline and hide first?"
This person was determined to go to Cloud Peak City! The twelve big shots of the twelve armies looked at this brother with disdain. Go offline and hide? This was a good idea, but they still had things to do! The six scrolls were still waiting for them to pick them up! If they hid, what would they do if they got caught by A Thousand Miles Drunk?
They did not discuss this matter with the sand-paper comrade, because they thought that the sand-paper comrade would only coldly say, "Then can't they wait before flying?"
Just because of you, Boss Sandpaper's team, everyone had to go offline and wait for you to come back before doing anything? Everyone was unhappy about this, and they hated his attitude. Looking at the other six armies, they had already expressed that they would use their scrolls to fly over as soon as they arrived at the next main city!
"Ignore that guy, there's a brother here who already got a scroll and went to get it. Let's go pick him up at the coordinates he wants to go to," Sandpaper said to everyone.
Everyone nodded and hurriedly went to the coordinates. Along the way, the two hundred or so people were very restrained, and no longer had the arrogant attitude they had when they first arrived. Although four of the armies hadn't fought A Thousand Miles Drunk, and they hadn't been ambushed, when they heard the battle report and saw how cautious the eight armies were, they didn't dare to be careless.
On the streets where the six armies had been ambushed, A Thousand Miles Drunk was currently taking inventory of the battlefield. All six armies had been completely wiped out. With such a large number of deaths, the chances of not dropping anything was a bit too low. The items that dropped were distributed according to the game's usual method: exchange for money. If the people present needed it, they would fork out the money and everyone would split it. If they didn't have enough money, they could pay in installments. Those who suffered losses in battle would receive more as compensation, but the losses from dying in a parallel world would directly drop a level. The losses were unprecedented, so it was hard to determine how much compensation was appropriate. But at this time, A Thousand Miles Drunk didn't need to worry about this, because the six armies hadn't suffered a single casualty.
Their advantage in numbers was one thing, but more importantly, their attacks had caught their opponents completely off guard. The first wave of attacks had wiped out half of their opponents. Although A Thousand Miles Drunk's members weren't elites, they were led by a group of top experts. In terms of commanding, Imperial God Ming, Unmoving Battle, and the others looked like a mess, but they were actually very experienced people. They weren't inferior to any experts, but they weren't as eye-catching as some experts who specialized in this area.
"What about yours? I don't have anything good here. " They had only taken care of around 20 or so players, and some places had no harvest at all. Imperial Divine Cry had dropped three pieces of equipment along the way, but none of them were top-tier items that could make anyone drool. To the players who had just received a generous compensation, these items were nothing in their eyes.
"Not even a single hair." Unmoving Battle didn't drop anything at all.
"A bunch of paupers." Imperial God Ming cursed. Although the other side also had twenty people, they couldn't compare to Eagle Group at all. Out of the 31 people, only the leader was comparable to the members of the Eagle Party. The others were his companions in the independent guilds or mercenary groups. Not every main city had a group of the best of the best gathered together to play.
"From the looks of it, the other side has around twenty people. The largest is twenty-four, and the smallest is sixteen. Thousand Miles, how are things going on your side? "
"I'm clearing PKs, busy!" Gu Fei said.
Everyone fell silent. If Gu Fei was clearing PKs, then he must have killed twenty-nine people. Everyone knew this without even asking. This guy's efficiency alone surpassed all of them, and he was facing a large group by himself. As expected of a horse from a thousand miles away, just one person was enough … …
"How many teams do you think there are on your side? If there are twenty people in a team. "Brother You said.
"This … … There should be at least a hundred people!" Gu Fei said.
"Be more precise." Brother You said.
"I see seven or eight of them huddled together and whispering to each other. They might be the leader." Gu Fei's observation skills couldn't be ignored.
"Oh, then that's seven or eight teams. Including these six teams, there are already thirteen or fourteen teams. There are still some that we don't know, so it shouldn't be a problem to have more than twenty teams." Brother You finished calculating.
"Twenty teams, twenty people in a team? Four hundred people, tsk tsk, it's a pity that more than a hundred people went back. I don't think the remaining ones are far behind. "Imperial God Ming said.
"Twenty teams is just an estimate. I think there are more possibilities. This time, it's all thanks to Yun Teng's information that we were able to gain the upper hand. "Brother You said.
"Don't say that." Han Family Young Master said, "This wasn't information leaked by Yun Teng. It's just a small matter that I accidentally found out while chatting with a friend. Then, through my great wisdom, I came to this conclusion."
"Come on, he clearly leaked it to you on purpose." Imperial God Ming said.
Han Family Young Master didn't reply. In fact, how could he not know that Yun Teng had intentionally revealed this to him? However, there was a subtle tacit understanding between him and nitrite. Nothing would directly point to the other party's goal. It was as if it was just a small topic in a casual conversation. For example, this time, Nitrite Radical just gossiped to Han Family Young Master: "How interesting! The equipment throwing is over, why are there suddenly so many people wanting to buy Cloud Cloud City scrolls? "
Of course, this wasn't something interesting. Han Family Young Master immediately understood what Nitrite Radical was hinting at, so he replied: "Is that so? Coincidentally, I have some friends who want to come over. Give me the exact same scroll … … "
Thus, Han Family Young Master found out the number of scrolls Yun Teng had sold. One scroll had four people, so the number was easily determined. Then, Han Family Young Master gave a suggestion to the seller. He felt that if all the scrolls had the same coordinates, it would easily cause traffic jams. The seller felt that this suggestion was quite good, so he provided different coordinates and sincerely asked for Han Family Young Master's opinion. Han Family Young Master was extremely satisfied with the seller's service, so he suggested that they first sell a set to try. Once again, the seller humbly accepted this suggestion.
Thus, in the process of friendly negotiation between the seller and the buyer, the seven teams that bought the teleportation scrolls from Yun Teng Studio to fly directly to Cloud Cloud City were doomed to tragedy.
Of these seven teams, the first team that conducted the "trial operation" led Gu Fei to their meeting place, while the remaining six quickly got on the direct train back to their hometown.
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