Chapter 60 Golden Body (5K)

Howling and roaring, the undead with red eyes flashing was like a mad dog that had escaped from a cage. Whoever was in front of him would be strangled to pieces.

The wanderers fought back with swords, guns and shields. As some of the first people in this land to adapt to fighting and war, they could poke their fingers into the eye sockets of attackers while sleeping. Killing had long been their instinct.

The flames flickered, the flames boiled, the flames exploded!

"Bang~"

A small bag was thrown into the group of wanderers.

"What is that!" A wanderer felt something was wrong.

"Ah! So spicy!"

"Flame tongue grass?"

Some wanderers have already noticed the problem, but who on earth ground so much fire tongue grass? As a seasoning, it is indeed comparable to chili peppers and is also suitable for warding off the cold in winter, but as long as the amount reaches a certain level, it will be so spicy that it will kill people.

The problem is that if you grind out enough heat to kill someone, more of your own people will surely die. This is no longer a case of killing one thousand enemies and losing a hundred of your own, but rather starting to commit suicide before you even know who you're facing.

When the wind blows, the hot and fiery powder flies all over the sky, and the effect is immediately greatly reduced.

However, most of the wanderers were unable to open their eyes due to the spiciness of the fireweed, and their faces were covered with snot and tears, greatly reducing their combat effectiveness.

The wanderer with a string of human skulls hanging around his waist had tears in his eyes. He was standing in the upwind position, so the fire tongue grass had the least impact on him.

He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, soothing the irritating burning pain.

There was a lot of noise all around, the entire Wanderer camp had been breached, or to be more precise, it was a violent attack, a suicide attack.

The shabby tent, which had no walls to begin with, fell apart in the impact.

Suddenly a beam of light came at him, his eyes suddenly widened, and he drew his sword to meet the attack, the force generated by the collision of swords was not very strong, the wanderer pushed his knees forward, pressed his body forward, and chopped the target's chest with the sword.

The person who came flew backwards at an even faster speed.

"Not strong!" The wanderer felt relieved.

There were 50 wanderers in total, and the enemy numbered just over 50 people. If we hadn't attacked by surprise and seized the initiative, not only would our side not be unscathed, but we would definitely be able to eliminate them in the shortest time with the least sacrifice.

There are more and more stable wanderers like him, and surprise attacks are ultimately unable to fill the gap between the strong and the weak.

Cutting the enemy's neck with the tip of the knife was as easy as cutting wheat... He hadn't cut wheat for many years, but he always had a similar feeling every time he cut off an enemy's life.

It's easy and wonderful, and the enemies always grow one after another like wheat, and then fall down in large numbers, right?

Oh no, the wheat won't grow anymore, but the weeds will.

Then cut more!
"This is an elite monster!" The Wanderer heard the person who was chopped away by him speak.

"Call someone?" Someone came over.

One more? Ten more? Ugh! That made no sense. His knife was perfect for mowing down patches of weeds.

The wanderer admitted that he admired this group of people a little bit. They were fools who were not afraid of death and made people want to chop them down.

Moreover, a siege is impossible in this situation because the number difference between the two sides is not that big.

Even though he didn't understand what "elite monsters" were, he understood what elites were. Elites? The entire Wanderer camp was filled with people like him. Could it be that they were all elites?
The great Lord Bueno has not yet taken action.

It seems to be just a child's play, and then everything will return to calm. Oh... they will have dozens more reserve food.

Just as the Wanderer thought, the enemy could not besiege him. In this destined 1V1 battle, if the opponents formed a group, he could also choose to form a group.

So, be killed in a one-on-one fight, or be crushed by a group fight...what should you choose?

He swatted away the enemy's arm with his knife like he was shooing away a fly, successfully cutting off one of his enemy's arms.

"Fuck your mother!" the other party cursed.

There was some swearing, but it wasn't very dirty.

The wanderer grinned: "Actually, I want to, too."

The person on the opposite side was stunned. The impact he received was greater than if his arm had been chopped off.

Kicking the opponent away, the Wanderer forcefully inserted himself into his companions' fight. He carried the knife like a shield, and whoever was in front of him would be knocked away.

They ate too much, a lot, and no one knew what they ate. There were not many normal people among the wanderers. They were all taller and stronger, and more unstoppable!
"Shield wall!"

A group of enemies suddenly gathered in front. They were wearing different clothes, carrying shields of different sizes, and even moved in a messy and disorderly manner.

But the shield wall that suddenly gathered was stronger than any soldiers the Wanderer had seen since the end of the world.

Maybe it's belief?
Who has ever seen a person with a broken arm holding a shield with only one hand?

The other party roared, with no pain or fear in his eyes, only excitement!
Are you ready to die?

Crashed into it!

The shield wall successfully blocked his attack.

After all, he failed to break through that step. His body was not made of steel, so it was normal that he could not break through the shield. He was just a little bit stronger.

Then the wanderer discovered the second terrifying thing about this group of people, their horrifying ability to take advantage of any opportunity.

Swords stabbed towards him from all kinds of tricky positions and successfully bit off wounds on his body.

When the wanderer waved his knife to disperse the surroundings, he found that he was "swallowed" by the shield wall and pushed to the back.

The circle of shield walls was still blocking the attacks of other wanderers.

Inside were enemies armed with swords and crossbows.

They were swallowed up by the shield wall, but had to face the siege.

"Monster!" At the end of his life, this was the only thought in his mind.

It is not a very sophisticated action plan, but it is very dangerous and requires absolute trust in companions and fearlessness of death.

When the numbers of both sides were almost the same, they still tried to use this method to divide and eat the wanderers like us. This shows that they are not afraid of death.

Benefits? Not really.

You can't just kill people for the sake of killing. Even wanderers don't do that.

……

"Are there any brothers who lack experience?"

"Brother who has reached the maximum level, please come to the front and fight. We will divide the spoils according to the output later. Don't forget that the Lord will reward you according to your merits!"

"Good brother, let me cut you with the sword!"

The flames of war flickered, and as the tents burned, the battlefield finally became hot, and everyone's face was covered with a layer of flames.

In this atmosphere of fighting, the undead became more and more ferocious.

"I'm going offline!" An undead man suddenly shouted, "My mom called me to eat, I'm going to commit suicide, or she'll come in and unplug my network cable!"

"Spread some chili powder on this suicidal guy!"

Small packages were thrown into his arms one after another, and the face of the undead man who was about to go offline turned visibly red.

"Fuck, this is too poisonous, so spicy?"

"I feel like mutated herbs are something that ordinary people can't touch."

"Go quickly!"

The undead rushed out holding the chili powder, and in the confused eyes of the wanderers, he exploded halfway through his run and turned into a ball of ashes.

Then, the small bags that had been opened long ago sprinkled out chili powder, which instantly swept over the wanderers.

The secondary damage caused several wanderers in the lead to fall to the ground directly.

"Kill!"

……

"Kill!" Favorite Baisi put away his shield. As a war correspondent, in order to shoot the best video, he was considering changing his job from using a sword to using a shield.

Only if you have a strong life can you record more important content.

He is not very interested in last-hitting, and there is no experience to be gained after reaching the maximum level.

The scene of war attracted his attention even more. Hundreds of people were fighting in a melee, as if he had entered a war. The distorted air and the hazy and bloody battlefield made his heart surge.

"The only one left is the two-headed man!"

Everyone has only one goal, the two-headed man!
Even to the point that killing the two-headed man became the ultimate goal in everyone's heart, not only for the honor of destroying the BOSS, but also for the only honor.

There is no player who can resist the temptation of the only title in the server.

"I spent 10 to buy it, let me take the final cut!" Some rich guys have already started shouting at the top of their lungs.

The other party arrived late.

Favorite Baisi has a better impression of that person. He seems to be a big boss in real life. He has been farming and leveling up in the Crazy Wise Village recently.

But unlike others who level up, this guy spends real money to ask other players for help, and then he makes the final move.

For rich people, this kind of title is the fun of their travels.

The purpose of playing for poor people is to fight monsters and level up, while the purpose of playing for rich people is to fight poor people.

Not many people pay attention to him, whether they are playing this game to make money or just for fun.

Once you get your first honorary title, you will truly become famous in the game!

Favorite Baisi was not so reckless and did not rush forward. He watched the boss hire five people as bodyguards in a short period of time. When he heard that the other party directly offered a hiring fee of 10,000 yuan per person regardless of success or failure, he gritted his teeth.

How long will this BOSS battle last? That's 5 bucks.

"Charge!" Someone took the initiative to rush towards the two-headed man.

Now there is no barrier between the undead and the two-headed Bueno, only a bloody primitive fight remains.

Bueno was very angry, and his heavy breathing almost made his heart explode.

Finished!

Just like that, a group of people rushed out from nowhere and directly wiped out their own team?

【Two-Headed Bueno】

[HP: 5000/5000] [Insufficient detection, ? ? , ? ? , ? ? ]

All the undead could see it, and then they all took a deep breath.

"Fuck, bloody cow!"

"His health bar is showing! What are you still standing there for? Go ahead!"

The first undead who rushed over only heard a loud bang, and a rumbling sound exploded in his ears. When he came to his senses, he had returned to the resurrection point.

On the other side, the undead on the battlefield blinked their eyes.

The two-headed man Bueno is about two meters tall, fat and strong, with both heads ugly and twisted. The undead are very accepting of him because some undead have faces that are uglier than Bueno's.

They watched their companion rush forward, and in an instant were hit in the chest by Bueno's fist. The pure and extreme power broke the man in half!

The body fell to the ground, rolled in the blood and mud, and then exploded into a ball of ash.

"Be careful to dodge!!"

No one will retreat, the undead will carry out Lind's orders - take the initiative to attack, only attack!

The undead who controlled the long-range power fired at a high frequency, and the undead in close combat also used the harassment kite tactics to the extreme.

The two-headed Bueno seemed to have transformed into a clumsy object that could be teased by everyone at will.

The wounds on his body increased.

Of course, every time he gets hurt, there will be an undead who pays the price.

"The health has been reduced to 4500!"

"The health has been reduced to 4000!"

"How many of us are there?"

"twelve!"

“Will chili powder help?”

“All used up!”

It was probably at this moment that the undead people truly understood how huge the difference between the two sides was after taking that step.

But the undead who survived are all elites. They have a deeper understanding of the game and are more flexible in operation. Several of them even do similar jobs in the real world.

For example, archers really like to play archery and have a very high hit rate with bows and arrows.

"Swoosh" the arrow hit Bueno's right head.

Bueno didn't react at all and continued to chase the undead around him.

"Something's wrong!" the undead man who put down his bow shouted, "Hit his left head! His right head is fake!"

There was no need for him to shout, in fact many people had already seen Bueno's hit head begin to wriggle and pus flow out of it.

And then... it cracked.

"Fuck, what is this!"

The head on Bueno's right side completely split open, opening like a flower blooming, revealing the sharp teeth inside.

"Ouch—" The invisible shock wave blasted out with the roar of the two-headed man, sweeping away the undead people around him, pitiful like weeds caught in a storm. Their weapons were shaken away, and their bodies spun and floated into the air.

The roaring sound waves turned into invisible waves, pushing the undead people towards the distance.

The scattered long-range undead who reacted at the first moment turned around and fled, watching their companions hit the ground heavily, and watching a living person being crushed into a ball of flesh and blood in an instant.

His favorite Baisi had already hidden away at the first moment, he also wanted the biggest reward of this battle, but compared to this reward, he was more excited about recording this thrilling battle.

Judging from the current situation, the large copy involving nearly 60 people must have failed.

The aftermath knocked his beloved white silk to the ground, and the ground seemed to have turned into waves, arching his body and rolling forward.

The collision between the armor and his body caused him to receive a continuous reminder of [Life -1].

His body was no different from those of the players that flew away like rag dolls, just like leaves swept away in autumn, carried by the wind, completely out of control.

Life is at stake.

Clusters of exploding ashes reminded him that this war would ultimately end in the annihilation of the entire army.

"The difficulty of the game is too high!" Some people have already started complaining.

Of course some people are excited.

The difficulty is high, and it is this difficulty that makes them excited.

However, some people have put forward another point of view.

"Do we still have time to brush it a second time?"

"Do you remember what De Ge'er said, that we don't have much time, which means that this group of wanderers is likely to take the initiative to attack Star Dragon Post?"

"No, is it really that urgent?"

Some people don't believe it, while others do.

Because this game seemed completely different from the games they had played before, there were no repeated tasks and no chance to start over.

No matter what, they have invested a lot in Star Dragon Outpost and they absolutely cannot watch their territory being slaughtered and destroyed.

People like Zui Ai Baisi who were still breathing had no time to care about those things. Their eyes were fixed on the two-headed man Bueno, watching the ground tremble with every step he took.

An absolute strong man, a giant, it turns out that the strength of this BOSS is not just the length of its health bar.

The cracked head on its shoulders imitates a blooming flower, wriggling in arcs that are so stomach-churning that it makes you feel uncomfortable.

"Boom!" The two-headed man suddenly seemed to have noticed something and sped up his pace.

Ground vibrations were detonated.

Favorite Bai Si felt her body bouncing uncontrollably as the two-headed man ran, as if she was lying on a trampoline.

And scorching hot.

"Boiling hot?" Favorite Baisi seemed to have thought of something and turned her head immediately.

In the camp filled with flames, the body wrapped in flames was as dazzling as a god.

Slightly shorter than the two-headed man.

Every time I move forward, my body is dripping with burning heat.

His body shape was about the same as that of an ordinary person, but each of his steps was more powerful than that of an ordinary person. When he grabbed the broken sword that was burning with flames with both hands and inserted it into the ground, the flame was hit by a "boom" shock wave.

The fire disappeared, revealing exquisite golden armor.

The exquisite armor of the Rand First Infantry Regiment that was about to melt and the traces of magic patterns engraved on it were ignited by the flames.

The flames on the "god's" body were burning, but were extinguished again and again by the shock waves.

Unlike the swaying flames, its body remained motionless.

He took off his helmet, revealing his dazzling blonde hair.

He grabbed the broken sword with one hand. There was no flame burning on the sword, but thick fog.

The Sword Dance of the Scavenger Princess!
Half of the ugly and savage Disaster's body protruded from the broken sword.

Tall as a horse, thin as a wolf, fierce as a lion.

But she stood behind him like a lover, resting her ugly cracked head on the "god's" shoulder and looking at the two-headed man with him.

"Boom!" The two-headed man began to run forward.

Linde also went to meet him.

This is a true war of the great knight class, a collision of power and fire.

There was a rare hint of uneasiness in the two-headed man's gaze. Just as Lind could see his strength, he could also see that Lind was different.

"Blessed weapons, and a great knight who did it perfectly?"

The two sides can only collide!

The shock wave swept up everything on the surrounding ground, and no one could step on the ground except the two-headed man.

Explosion pushed Lind's body up.

The rage wrapped around his body, even enveloping the Scavenger Princess behind him, embellishing it with flames into a burning lion.

collide!

In an instant, there was nothing else in sight.

One collision, and everything seemed to be settled.

The repulsive force of the ground that didn't want anyone to stand on it suddenly receded like the tide.

It was so blazing that it seemed as if it wanted to quickly extinguish the flames that had been completely ignited within a dozen meters.

Corpses fell to the ground one after another.

Favorite Baisi was badly hit by the fall, but luckily his injuries were not too serious and he was still able to move.

"My Lord?" Favorite Baisi's throat felt dry.

He felt himself sweating, even though this was in a game.

Try to maximize your senses.

The pungent smell of blood, the scorching smell, the painful flames that burned his skin, and the uneasiness that came from his physiological instincts enveloped him in an instant!

In this situation, when he saw the figure carrying the broken sword again, he felt a strong urge in his heart. The scene of killing the BOSS gave him goose bumps.

The armor on his body had been deformed and peeled off from his body like a shell. His rock-hard muscles were covered with a layer of golden light under the firelight, as if his body was made of gold.

The circular pattern on his chest was still emitting a faint light, as if it carried infinite magical power.

Lind's voice came: "Well done, undead people."

"Luckily it was recorded!" Beloved Bai Si was pleasantly surprised.

(End of this chapter)