"Roar!"
In a shop with a large hole in the wall, a Tyrant OO1 let out an angry roar as it charged out.
Then, with a leap, the tall, muscular body leaped over a group of Heavy Armored Warriors with alloy shields raised in an attempt to stop him. He grabbed the head of a Roaring Dragon Mercenary Group Doctor player, who could not dodge in time and was holding a medical pistol, and slammed him heavily onto the ground.
“-4234！”
The Doctor player's head was smashed into a ball, and a gorgeous white light of death flashed across his body.
"Ow …"
Although there were two silver potions on its chest, and the liquid inside had been completely injected, the Level 50 Tyrant still let out a fierce roar as it grabbed the Doctor player's corpse and threw it at the group of Heavy Armored Warriors chasing after it. In an instant, another two Heavy Armored Warriors were knocked down.
"Another dead, it's already the 23rd one!"
"Hey, this is how games are. The greater the reward, the greater the danger.
A Tyrant is a Tyrant, after all. Even with the powerful tranquilizer provided by the NPCs, the ten seconds or so before the potion is fully applied is enough to cause fatal damage. "
Two players with the Roaring Dragon Mercenary Group insignia on their chests were in a well-hidden third-floor balcony position in a low-rise building.
This was a team consisting of a Sniper and a Scout player.
At this time, the Sniper player was looking through his scope at the "Tyrant Hunting" operation a few hundred meters away. He clicked his tongue and said.
"Alright, Old Lin, don't just look inside. Don't forget that our mission is to stand guard here and get rid of all non-faction players."
The Scout player raised his military binoculars and scanned the area behind them.
"Don't worry, Knight.
Those people from Veterans Tribe are calling on the forum, saying that they'll counterattack at 12 o 'clock. They're telling those casual players not to go online first. During this period of time, there hasn't been anyone online in the vicinity for a few minutes.
Even if someone comes online, with our equipment, if we attack them right after they come online, even if they're all Rare-grade equipment players, we'll be able to kill them instantly. "
The Sniper player turned around, his face carrying a light smile that was not too concerned.
"No, it's better to be more vigilant. We've already joined the rebel army camp. If something really goes wrong and Silvermoon City is successfully attacked, the consequences will be dire …"
The Scout player had a serious expression on his face as he used his Detection skill, strengthening the detection range of 100 meters in front of him.
"Watch out! Someone is coming from the 12 o 'clock direction. Quick, prepare to attack! "
The Scout player's eyes narrowed. He saw a bunch of small yellow dots representing monsters chasing a white dot representing a player or an NPC on his recon meter. Furthermore, the white dot on the street covered by the opposite building was already running towards their position. The Scout player's eyes narrowed.
"Knight, you're trying to fool me …"
The Sniper player turned around in disbelief.
However, when he saw the situation on the recon meter, his heart tightened, and he quickly turned the muzzle of the sniper rifle over. His finger was already pressed on the trigger.
However, two seconds later, when the white dot behind the building entered the scope's field of view, the Sniper player's expression relaxed again.
"He's one of us!"
It was a Sniper who appeared at the opposite corner. He had the same golden dragon head badge on his chest as them, and the light green circle on it represented that he was in the rebel army camp.
"How many Elite zombies is this guy being chased by?"
When the Scout player saw that it was one of them, his expression also relaxed.
However, when he saw what the seven or eight yellow dots behind the player represented, he frowned again.
This Gunner player ran with a panicked expression. As he ran, he looked back from time to time. His combat uniform was drenched in sweat, and his face was covered in dirt. He looked very pathetic.
And the reason why he was in such a sorry state was because there were actually eight tall and burly elite zombies chasing behind him. These zombies were letting out blood-thirsty howls, completely unwilling to let go of their "food".
It was relatively easy for players to shake off the pursuit of normal zombies, but the speed of Elite zombies was much faster. Moreover, compared to last night, these zombies seemed to have adapted to their new forms, and their speed had increased by a lot.
As such, this Gunner could not shake off the pursuit of these zombies at all. He could only run in a panic.
As a Gunner player, the two Elite members of Roaring Dragon Mercenary Group could easily tell that this player from the same guild who was running for his life did not have very good equipment. Most of his equipment was over Level 40 Fine equipment, and there were even two pieces of White Grade Normal equipment. The sniper rifle in his hand was only a Level 40 Excellent equipment with average attributes.
With such equipment, naturally, he did not dare to stop and fight these Elite zombies head-on.
"It's one of us. It's probably someone who just came online today. What do we do, Knight? Should we help? "
The Sniper player held his sniper rifle and did not move. Instead, he turned around and asked the Scout player beside him.
There were players from Veterans Tribe and other guilds who did not come online last night. Similarly, not everyone from Roaring Dragon Mercenary Group was online.
Previously, in order to ensure that the news did not leak in advance, Roaring Dragon Lightwind initially only informed his own "direct members." Then, when the situation was almost settled, he posted on the forum for guild players to come online. However, since many players were already asleep, most of the Roaring Dragon Mercenary Group players did not come online.
When they came online today, because they did not use the potions prepared by the Umbrella Corporation, they were also being chased by zombies and Foragers.
"Help?"
The Scout player frowned and looked hesitant.
"The leader said that even if it's one of us, no one is allowed to barge into this area without prior notice."
"Then what do we do? If he's chased and barges in, we can't just kill him like we did to other guilds, right? "
The Sniper player rolled his eyes.
As a member of a guild's elite team, while he enjoyed all kinds of treatment, resources, and envious gazes from normal team members, he also had to admit that he also received cold looks and jealousy from many people. He even opposed some normal team members.
If they killed a Guild's ordinary player in such a situation, it would most likely lead to very bad consequences.
The bigger the guild, the more complicated the internal structure.
"Let's tell him loudly and ask him to run in another direction."
The Scout player's expression clearly showed that he had come to a conclusion.
"Alright … Brother on the other side, I'm sorry …"
The Sniper player rolled his eyes again. After that, he leaned out from the hidden balcony and shouted at the Gunner player who was running toward the street below.
"F * ck me, he's using Quick Sneak and rushing over!"
However, what made him a little dumbfounded was that just as he was halfway through his sentence, he saw that the Sniper player with normal equipment on the ground had already raised his head and looked in their direction. After taking a glance, his face showed a look of surprise. Immediately after that, he suddenly sped up and rushed toward the bottom floor of the building they were in.
"What do we do?"
The Sniper turned around and looked at his Scout companion, who was already frowning.
The two of them didn't find anything strange about the guild player's actions, because it was only human nature. When seeing one of their own "rescued" from a hopeless situation, their first reaction was probably not to listen to what they were saying, but to run over immediately!
"I'll report to the higher-ups. We can only save him first. The good thing is that even Elite zombies can't climb walls. With the position of the two of us, the damage output should be enough … "
The Scout player immediately reported to someone in the communication channel. However, the communication channel seemed to have suddenly become a little noisy, causing him to be unable to hear the words on the other side clearly for a moment.
"What's going on? Is there a problem with the signal?"
The Scout player looked a little confused.
"F * ck me, Knight! Don't worry about the report first. There's a Licker! Quick, attack! "
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