Controlling the giant lizard to run all the way, Zhang Dali was not attacked by other players for a while, but it was not easy either.
The racing venue is full of traps. If you are not careful, you may fall into quicksand, fall into a big pit, or be blocked by an iron fence that suddenly pops up from the ground, or even be rolled off a cliff. The falling boulders were crushed into pulp and so on.
Some of these traps only hindered players for a while, but some were fatal. Within three minutes of the start, Zhang Dali saw many contestants being sent out of the competition venue due to negligence.
This kind of racing test does not test the strength and speed of the mount, but the observation and reaction ability of the players.
In fact, most of the mechanisms and traps are relatively obvious. For example, places with quicksand usually have a brighter color. Places with traps and props are often significantly different from the surrounding environment. As for rolling rocks, poisonous gas, lava, etc. That's even more obvious, it just depends on whether you can avoid it in time.
Zhang Dali deliberately slowed down his mount in order to judge the various traps and traps he might encounter based on the actions of the players in front, so as to prepare in advance.
At first, this strategy was quite effective, but as he ran, Zhang Dali found that the number of players in front of him changed from numerous to rare, and then slowly turned into a few, and these few were not in the same row as him. It's so obvious that it can't serve as a lesson to him at all.
Zhang Dali originally wanted to slow down, but the player in front was really running a little ahead.
Players who can survive so many traps and traps and run so fast are obviously very capable, and they must be familiar with the ways of this racing game. If he slows down again, Zhang Dali knows that 80% of them will be killed by these people. Being left behind resulted in no connection with the passion card.
Since he cannot learn from the sufferings of others, nor can he slow down, Zhang Dali can only serve as a role model.
Due to his experience, Zhang Dali managed to avoid most of the traps and obstacles when he first became the leader. Occasionally, he accidentally stepped on an overly hidden mechanism or something, but it was not fatal, but only slightly slowed down. Got the rhythm.
While running, Zhang Dali kept observing the players running in front of him. Most of them were not far away from him, and most of them were even being pulled closer by him. This made his nervous mind feel a little relieved. slow.
After running so cautiously for a few minutes, Zhang Dali suddenly discovered that the playing field that could not be seen at a glance had an edge. Although it was only the left side, Zhang Dali could tell at a glance that the edge had a tendency to shrink.
Obviously, this means that the field of competition is shrinking, which means that the end point is getting closer and closer, and the players who are still on the field will be gathered into this increasingly narrow field.
Zhang Dali's originally relaxed heart suddenly became tense again.
After continuing to run for a certain distance, Zhang Dali discovered that he had seriously misjudged the situation.
He originally thought that his position was high enough, and there were only less than ten players in front of him, so it was possible to surpass him when he aimed at the right time. But as the playing field closed in, he found that there were players he had never seen before. In the field of vision in front of him, there were obviously players running ahead of him.
Only then did Zhang Dali realize that his current position was a complete disadvantage, which made him dare not take it lightly anymore.
What worries Zhang Dali is that the players' mounts are the same, and their fastest movement speeds are also the same. As long as the opponent makes no mistakes, it is impossible for him to get close to other players.
It is impossible to pin all hope on the opponent's mistakes. Zhang Dali, who was in a hurry, immediately had the idea of taking action.
Soon, Zhang Dali found his target.
It was a shooter player riding a giant lizard from his left side, running slightly faster than him and just within the range of the flash.
"Classmate, do me a favor and give me a ride." Seeing the shooter skillfully dodge a rolling log, Zhang Dali spotted the right moment and sneaked up behind him and hugged his waist tightly.
"Damn, who are you!" The shooter player was startled by the sudden voice behind him. He quickly turned his head and looked back to see someone inexplicably appearing behind him. A look of panic immediately appeared on his tense face.
Stretching out his hands to twist the shooter player's face forward, Zhang Dali said in a friendly manner: "Look ahead, I'll pass by the soy sauce guy, just keep running."
"You're mentally ill, get out!" This is a racing match, not a friendly match where friendship comes first. A competitor ran up to his mount and pretended to treat him as a hitchhiker. Shooter
The player's heart was filled with rage, and he thrust his elbow backwards in an attempt to knock Zhang Dali off his mount.
"Don't be so shameless. Believe it or not, I will blow your head off in minutes. If you want to survive, just shut up." Zhang Dali waved his wand and gave the shooter a magic missile. Zhang Dali threatened rudely. If he hadn't seen this
The shooter is an experienced driver and still has some skills. He has already started killing people and grabbing mounts.
"Brother, I was wrong, you can do it yourself." Zhang Dali's magic missile was not for nothing. The shooter saw that he was directly knocked out of more than a third of his blood. He was shocked and didn't dare to say anything.
"That's right. Thank you very much." Fist said so easily. Seeing how sensible the shooter was, Zhang Dali also politely thanked him.
The shooter was speechless and did not dare to say anything more. He could only concentrate on observing the terrain ahead and direct the giant lizard to avoid traps and obstacles one after another.
Seeing that he couldn't find a new springboard for a while, Zhang Dali grabbed the shooter's shoulders and stood up, and began to command with great aloofness.
One person was conducting reconnaissance, and the other was riding his mount to conduct reconnaissance. The two of them cooperated surprisingly well. They ran for a while without being stopped by any traps or obstacles.
"Brother, it's good for us to cooperate like this. How about we run together to the finish line like this?" The shooter didn't expect that the extra person would make the run smoother. The anger in his heart suddenly turned into joy, and he saw that he was about to catch up.
Going up to the player in front who had little chance of catching up, he excitedly turned to Zhang Dali and said.
"No, goodbye." Zhang Dali, whose flash had cooled down for some time, happened to take aim at the warrior player in front of him. Seeing that the distance between himself and the warrior player had narrowed to within the flash range, he used flash immediately.
, fled behind the warrior player.
"Classmate, please help..." Zhang Dali, who patted the soldier on the shoulder and wanted to say hello in a friendly manner, was halfway through his words when he realized that the horrified face that turned around was very familiar, it was actually Gong Gong Wu Wu.
"Ci'ao, get out!" The left hand on the back of Honor Wu Wu quickly pushed to the right, and Zhang Dali cleanly pushed the unsuspecting Honor Wu Wu off the back of the giant lizard.
"Ci'ao, mom, I and you are sworn in!" Before Glory Qingqing could see who was behind him, Zhang Dali lifted him off the giant lizard. He watched the giant lizard run away and fell down.
Glory in the sand was filled with anger, roaring at the back of Zhang Dali at the top of his lungs.
"Good boy, that's cruel. Fortunately, you didn't jerk me off too." The shooter who was following Glory's ruthless mount saw Zhang Dali mercilessly jerking off Glory to the ground, feeling surprised and thankful at the same time.
