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Chapter 707

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Crouching Ox Village was located on Crouching Ox Mountain.

The mountain was shaped like a crouching ox, and it was considered a very auspicious land in Fengshui. The terrain was not very dangerous, but the three-meter-tall walls and sharpened wooden stakes were enough to block most enemies.

"These are the invaders?"

Zhang Aniu carried his two bronze melon hammers and arrived at the entrance of the village. He could not help but stare blankly when he saw a group of players making a ruckus.

These people were very strange!

They all wore strange clothes and were tall and well-maintained. They had red lips, white teeth, and shiny black hair. Even he, the leader, was envious of them.

However …

"Their footsteps are weak, and their limbs are weak … They don't even have many axes and wooden spears, not to mention leather armor and iron armor … More importantly … Where the hell are these people from?"

Scholar Embroidered was also dumbfounded when he saw this.

"Attack!"

"Attack Crouching Ox Village! Leave no one alive!"

"We don't want captives. Kill them all, rob them all, and burn them all!"



The players who had just learned the language of the Other World were very excited, and their slogans were especially loud.

"Damn it! Little ones, follow me! Kill them! "

Zhang Aniu had never experienced a war of words on the Internet. He was already short-tempered after being infuriated by a group of players. He immediately shouted and wanted to lead a group of subordinates to face the enemy.

"Leader, be careful!"

"If it's impossible, remember to retreat in time. We'll defend the village. Even a few hundred people might not be able to defeat them!"

Scholar Embroidered could not persuade him. He could only give him a few words of warning and take the responsibility of defending the village.



"It's about to begin!"

Outside the battlefield, where he had the best view, Chung Shen-soo held a DV in his hand and prepared to shoot a documentary.

He had come to watch the show. He knew that accidents would happen frequently in the first group battle of the players, and it would be a good promotional material.

"But whether I use this material or not will depend on my mood …"

Chung Shen-soo adjusted his angle and waited for a while. He saw the gate of Crouching Ox Village open, and Zhang Aniu rushed out with the third leader and a group of murderous minions.

There were not many people in Crouching Ox Village. Including those who stayed behind, there were only thirty people who rushed out.

However, Zhang Aniu was very confident.

After all, he could fight dozens of people alone!

On the other hand, the number of people on the other side was even less than the number of people organized by the mountain village!



"He's out, he's out!"

"Why do I feel that the NPCs in this game are so intelligent? Are they immune to taunts?"

On the players' side, nearly a hundred people gathered together noisily. They were all very excited.

"Kill, kill, kill, charge with me!"

After playing the game for so long, it was actually quite depressing that he had been doing the work of a peasant laborer.

At this moment, seeing a group of humanoid monsters charging over, he shouted excitedly and was the first to charge forward, brandishing his small axe.

Then, he felt the players around him pushing him forward. "Don't push me, don't push me! Ah! "

He screamed and fell to the ground. The excited players stepped on him countless times.

After the tragic stampede, 'If You Don't Die, Go Ahead To Die', who was standing on the spot, was no longer in human form.

The player was the first to die, but he didn't die at the hands of the enemy, but at the hands of his own people.

Pu, pu!

The two sides quickly approached each other, and then the bandits released their arrows.

A few arrows instantly pierced through a few players, turning them into corpses.

In ancient times, cold weapons were used to fight very quickly. Archers often only had one chance to shoot, and then they had to use their bayonets to kill.

"Go to hell!"

Xie Wu held a wooden spear. Seeing a bandit opposite him, he swung his blade viciously, directly chopping off Mo Teng Yun's head.

But the opponent used up all his strength, giving him a chance!

His eyes lit up, and he stabbed with his spear. He felt as if the spearhead had stabbed into something flexible, and then blood flowed out, along with a piece of intestine …

The bandit opposite him fell straight down, and a life was lost just like that …

He was stunned.

To a modern person, personally harvesting a human life was definitely extremely exciting.

Then, Xie Wu tilted his head … and vomited!

After all, this was a deadly battlefield. Seeing him like this, a bandit beside him didn't even think and stabbed him with his blade.

Xie Wu subconsciously raised his hand to block, and felt a sharp pain in his left arm, as if it had been hit.

Then, his entire arm flew up, and blood gushed out.

"F * ck, you dare to cut me?"

He held the spear in his right hand, and with a stab, he stabbed the bandit's abdomen diagonally upwards …

Before the battle, the players had adjusted the pain to the lowest 10%!

Otherwise, the amputation just now would have made him faint from the pain.

And the effect of adjusting the pain was extremely terrifying.

As the saying goes, the fierce are afraid of the unreasonable, and the unreasonable are afraid of the reckless.

Players were reckless, and they weren't afraid of pain. If they went through strict training, they would definitely become fearless warriors!

No matter how fierce the bandits were, they were still just bandits, and couldn't even compare to normal soldiers.

"I still want to fight ten more!"

After Xie Wu recovered from his disgust, he felt hot blood rushing to his head, and raised his spear and shouted.

Then, he fell to the ground, dead …

Cause of death: Excessive blood loss!

After all, even though his left arm wasn't that painful, it was bleeding profusely, and he was exercising intensely. If he didn't die, who would?

"Blergh!"

At the side, a few female players saw this scene and instantly vomited.

"Woo woo …"

"Woo woo …"

There were even a few female players who directly squatted on the ground and cried, "So scary, so scary … I don't want to play this game anymore."

As they spoke, they wanted to click on the exit option.

Unexpectedly, a prompt popped up: [Unable to leave during battle!]

Then, they were slashed a few times, and all died out of the game.



All in all, in this first group battle, the players performed very poorly.

They accidentally hurt their own people, vomited while fighting, cried directly, and quit the game … It was simply chaotic, and any village fighter who saw it would shake his head.

But after all, there were still advantages. For example, in ancient times, if the casualties exceeded 30%, they would collapse, but the players didn't have the concept of casualties, and the whole army wouldn't collapse after the first few dozen were killed.

Moreover, the sense of pain was very low. Even if they were heavily injured, as long as they still had the will to fight, they could still fight, which was very scary.

There was even a "miracle" of resurrecting on the spot after death.

Although it was only three times … but the bandits didn't know!

The leader of the Crouching Bull Village, Zhang Aniu, hammered again, and after resurrecting, "If You Don't Die, Roll Around to Die", who was mumbling nonsense and waving a small axe in his hand, had his head smashed to death.

In the next moment, a white light flashed, and "If You Don't Die, Roll Around to Die" appeared again, chopping his calf with his axe.

Zhang Aniu roared angrily and half-knelt on the ground, looking around, feeling very lost and aggrieved!

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