There are more than 30,000 people in this camp. However, because the attack was so sudden, I thought it was a large bloody army. In the dark night, you were pushing and shoving, and you couldn't tell the enemy from the friend. The main reason is that there are more than a dozen small guilds stationed here, each other. They didn't know each other. Coupled with the darkness and panic, some guys turned around and ran away.
However, some people picked up weapons and greeted them frantically. But most of them greeted their teammates.
"You bastards. We are allies. You stabbed me. Let's see if I don't hack you to death."
"Brothers, those guys from the Hagou Gang are attacking our Wushuang Alliance. They all beat them up and beat them up."
"Nah, you are the grandson of the Wushuang Alliance. Why are you attacking us, the Fantasy Sword Alliance? You are seeking death."
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Since the several presidents had been sent to Mars by C4 just now, the entire camp was performing a PK of tens of thousands of people without anyone directing them. Some players killed the red-eyes, regardless of who was around. They just went up and hacked them randomly. Do it first. Let's talk about death and disability.
The melee continued. Ling Yun rushed to the sentry tower nearby and turned on Desert Storm. His eyes were glued to the scope. The gun body trembled rhythmically, killing the enemy in front of him.
Chaos. Chaos cannot be used to describe the scene in front of me. It was like a pot of pig swill being boiled. Rotten cabbage, wheat bran, cornmeal and other messy things were mixed into a ball and then boiled.
Howls, shouts of death, curses, and explosions resounded over the entire camp. There was even movement in two camps not far away.
"Brothers, prepare to retreat." Ling Yun shouted.
How can the brothers who killed Red Eyes care about this? The assassin group has no intention of retreating. Every brother stared with scarlet eyes. It is impossible to describe them like wolves and tigers. They are stepping on the enemy's corpse. Everyone has entered. In a state of madness.
Those guys in the camp are not on the same level as the Scarlet Elite Assassin Group. Whether it is equipment or technology.
Every assassin in the Scarlet Guild is a god of death, destroying everything and sweeping away everything like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.
"We are the Alliance Legion. We are under attack from the enemy's main force. Call for support. Call for support..."
A guy was hiding in the tent, yelling at the top of his lungs over the voice communication.
"Save your strength. You're not afraid of attracting wolves in the middle of the night." He opened the tent and the Mad God's sword swept across. In an instant, half of the corpse flew out of the tent.
Puff. Two sparks shot out from the muzzle. There was blood splattering everywhere outside the tent.
He quickly turned his gun around and beat into pieces two sharpshooters not far away who were sneaking up on Zi Yan.
The swords and swords flashed before his eyes, magic shone, and bullets flew everywhere. The murderous desire hidden deep in his heart was ignited step by step. And it became more and more intense.
What I see in front of me and what I think in my heart is only one word... Kill. Kill with the bloody guild's momentum. Kill with the blood of the brothers. Kill with the fear of killing them.
The more than 30,000 allied troops faced the attack of 500 bloody soldiers. They were unable to fight back. They collapsed instantly. The bloody killing lasted for half an hour.
At this time, every brother in the Scarlet Guild seemed to have been fished out of a pool of blood. His whole body had already been soaked in blood.
"Half the people clean the battlefield. The other half are responsible for destroying all the tents. Retreat quickly." Touching the hot gun barrel of Desert Storm, the murderous desire in Ling Yun's heart could not be calmed for a long time.
The fighting in the camp is still going on. Ling Yun doesn't want to waste time.
Bang...a soft sound came from not far away.
"Who?" The two brothers rushed forward. After a while, they came back carrying a figure.
"Don't kill me. I am Li Xiaomo, a war correspondent from Huanshi TV." The speaker was a young man with gold-rimmed glasses and a camera on his shoulder. His legs were trembling and he could hardly stand still.
Looking at his timid appearance, everyone found it very funny.
"Life player." Ling Yun pinched his nose. "What are you doing here."
Life players are more afraid of death than combat players.
Combat players rely on killing monsters to upgrade tasks. They need to spend a lot of energy to learn those monotonous and boring things. And life players will lose a level every time they die. However, it takes countless time and energy to upgrade.
"I am a war correspondent from "Fantasy World" TV station. I am following them to report on the scene this time." The young man quickly showed his work ID.
"War correspondent from Fantasy TV. Hehe..." Ling Yun laughed a few times, wiped his neck, turned around and left. "Do it neatly."
A scream rang out in the dark night. It was so harsh.
Everyone may not have noticed yet. Everything that happened in the camp has been broadcast live on the official website. All the players watching were deeply shocked by the scene in front of them. Even some high-end foreign players also made profound impressions on this battle. analysis and evaluation.
There is a red title next to the video: Bloody. Bloody guild. Bloody warriors.
The second is a blue post: Protest. Serious protest. The Scarlet Guild actually killed real-life players indiscriminately. I raise a serious protest on behalf of the "Fantasy World" TV station.
But compared to the video, that post was quickly covered up by the bloody light.
Player Jibing Yuanwu: Bloody Guild. Pure man.
Pretty player MM: quite bloody. I like it.
Player cupid: bloody. I support you.
Players are awesome: Bloody bastard. God of Death, you son of a bitch. I, my wife, children, and my mistress all despise you. What kind of hero is a sneak attack?
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At this time, lights flickered not far away. Apparently the other two camps had sent people to support them.
"Retreat. Stop fighting." Ling Yun roared and threw a flash bomb.
The light shines over the entire camp again. This is a signal for emergency retreat.
The assassins killed the enemies in front of them, activated their stealth skills and disappeared into the darkness.
Zi Yan wielded the Mad God Sword and slashed her way out. Behind her were countless innocent souls.
They came and left quickly. The Blood Elite Assassin Group was like a red whirlwind. After raging, it disappeared without a trace in an instant.
By the time Ao Wang Tianxia arrived at the camp, the scene was already a mess. The ground was full of corpses and equipment. The guys from the Blood Guild had disappeared. Only the bad guys were still fighting.
"Stop it all, me." Ao Wangtianxia was so angry that his mouth was filled with smoke. He couldn't help but farted a few times. "If you don't want to die, please stop it."
He swung his sword and chopped the two disobedient boys in front of him to death on the spot. Suddenly the whole camp became quiet.
His face was ashen. He looked down upon the world and gasped for air. "Who can tell me what is going on."
But no one answered him. They all lowered their heads.
"Oh...a bunch of idiots." Ao Wangtianxia kicked the corpse in front of him hard and turned around to leave.
