In the entire legendary world of gods and ghosts, there are not many things that can be called treasures. The Golden Book of the Sun and the Bible of the Dead are definitely among the best in popularity.
Therefore, when Wu Ming saw Catwoman and her group, he knew that a food thief was coming.
However, before Wu Ming could meet Catwoman's team, a rocket dropped from the sky, breaking the silence first.
...boom...
Under the observation of Eagle Eye, the hovercraft more than ten miles away was directly turned into a fireball.
At the critical moment, the members of the hometown team on the hovercraft escaped from the explosion range first, and then an armed helicopter descended into the clouds.
This is a Black Hawk helicopter. Although there is no sign on it, Wu Ming is sure that it belongs to the white team.
As for why we can be so certain, it is because the Black Hawk helicopter was in service in 1980, and this was Egypt in 1933, and the black technology was not that dark.
"Fight, prepare to fight!"
After escaping the fate of being beaten into a fireball, the hometown team, led by a young old man, quickly prepared for battle.
Among them, the little old man holding a cigarette turned directly into a green-faced and fanged zombie.
Among the team members, in addition to the Catwoman whom Wu Ming was familiar with, there was also a paladin wearing golden heavy armor, a middle-aged aunt wielding two kitchen knives, and a weirdo who could conjure various thermal weapons.
One, two, three, four, five...
Under the influence of the Eagle Vision and Listening Techniques, Wu Ming counted the combatants in his hometown team and found that there were five people in total including the captain.
In addition, there are two shivering people in the hometown team who are behind the dunes with Benny. They look a bit like newcomers to the team.
"The little old man directing the battle should be the captain of his hometown team. The four Catwomen are senior members of the team, and he is leading two newcomers." Wu Ming observed carefully. After all, everyone will have different positions in the future, and there may be different opinions.
Such conflicts occur.
At this moment, the hometown team and the white team are fighting. This is the situation Wu Ming likes to see the most. It would be great if they both die together.
Unfortunately, the idea of dying together is probably very difficult to realize.
I saw that on the armed helicopter, the door of the cabin was opened directly.
In an instant, eight people made an emergency landing. No one used ropes or anything like that, and they didn't look like a group of novices.
"Fuck them, kill them!" After landing on the ground, a young man in a samurai uniform tied a white ribbon on his forehead and pointed at the members of his hometown team not far away.
"Yes, Vice Captain."
"Let's go and kill them."
Except for the captain in white who did not move, the other six responded in unison and followed the young warrior to launch a charge.
For a moment, seven against five, the young warrior faced off against the little old man, and the remaining six also surrounded the four Catwomen.
The encirclement was a sign of war. The two sides did not even say a word about the scene, and a fierce conflict broke out.
Wu Ming stood more than ten miles away, watching the members of both sides fighting inextricably, but there was never much smile on his face.
It's not that he doesn't want to laugh, but Wu Ming is really not happy about this scene.
You know, in the white-clothed team at this moment, the captain, the white-clothed swordsman, hasn't taken action yet, and the situation has already fallen into a stalemate.
Obviously, the members of the hometown team are not as powerful as the white team in terms of number and quality, and it is not impossible for the entire army to be annihilated.
"It looks like it's impossible to lose both sides. I just don't know if there are any masters in that helicopter who haven't shown up!" Wu Ming, a mediocre group, was not optimistic about the outcome of his hometown team and shook his head with regret.
Shake his head.
The next second, just when Wu Ming concluded that the hometown team was about to be wiped out, a new turn appeared in the battle.
"roar!"
With an inhuman roar, the little old man as the captain's skin turned from green to white, as if he was wearing a silver armor.
After this change, the little old man seemed to have taken a powerful pill, and his movements began to open and close.
In an instant, the balance of the battle tilted. The young warrior's attack hit the little old man, only making a crisp sound of gold and iron, but the little old man didn't care at all.
In this way, the little old man, who had no worries, began to attack and not defend. In a short period of time, the little old man and the young samurai exchanged more than ten moves. The young samurai retreated continuously, obviously suffering from boredom.
"Captain, this little old man is of the blood of the Silver Armored Corpse. I don't have the demon-breaking attribute, so I can't beat him at all!" The young warrior who was beaten kept screaming strangely and asked for help from the swordsman in white.
Now, after hearing the young warrior's plea for help, the swordsman in white who had been watching the show also planned to take action himself.
"Dajun, you go help Ahu and the others, I was taught here." The swordsman in white spoke and slowly walked towards the battlefield.
After hearing the order from the swordsman in white, the young warrior named Dajun no longer wanted to fight, and directly fought the little old man head-on. With the help of the opponent's impact, he rolled away from the battle group like a lazy ass.
Seeing that the army was about to leave, the little old man immediately refused and stood up and rushed towards the army.
"Haoran's Sword Intent..."
Hearing the sound of a sword, the little old man hurriedly looked behind him, and saw a sword light coming into his eyes.
...Zheng...
The sword light collided with the little old man's fist, causing a harsh sonic boom.
Then, the sword light was directly dispersed by the fist, and the little old man couldn't help but take a step back, with a faint black energy exuding from his right hand.
The little old man is a descendant of the silver-armored zombies. His physical defense is amazing, but his own shortcomings are also very obvious. The swordsman in white has a special attribute of killing evil, so this blow is really not easy to bear.
Feeling that he was being restrained, the little old man shook his hands, and a pair of blood-red gloves appeared on his hands, exuding coldness and evil.
After all, people like them, who have been on the verge of death for a long time, know clearly what they lack. In a sense, the more obvious the shortcomings of people, the more they pay attention to making up for this aspect, the little old man
Of course there will be no exception.
This bloody glove is the yin attribute magic weapon that the little old man acquired at a very high cost. With this magic weapon in hand, it is still unknown who can restrain the yin and yang attributes.
"Call Captain, call Captain, this is the Flyer, we have found the location of Hamna Tower. The location is eight kilometers southwest. It is expected that Hamna Tower will appear in five minutes." Just as the battle was about to heat up.
At that moment, intelligence from the helicopter pilot came through the earphones of the swordsman in white.
After hearing this information, the swordsman in white showed a smile on his face and quickly ordered: "Kill, kill them within five minutes, we..."
"No, there is... outside the place where Hamnata appeared..."
"Is there something? I can't hear you clearly? Can you please repeat it?"
...boom...
Before he could say anything, a roar came from the swordsman in white's earphones.
The next moment, the swordsman in white quickly looked up and saw that his helicopter had turned into sparks in the sky.
Ding... Two newcomers died, and their points were reduced by 400.
Ding... Two newcomers died, and their points were reduced by 400.
Two team reminders in a row reduced the points by 800, which made the white-clothed swordsman's face darken: "I'll beat the crap out of you!"