My players are so fierce

Chapter 1391 1388. Goatman Biker Party and Husky Gold Medal Team

"Tutor, I have good news and bad news here"

". Bastard! When did this happen! Don't learn from those foreigners who say that one good thing and one bad news are actually two bad news! Just say it as soon as you find something! After you finish talking, you are still on your way."

The Great Astromancer Bol was irritated at the moment. When he heard that his disciple was still playing the game of good news and bad news, he immediately became angry. He scolded him, but his movements were too large and the wound was injured, causing the corner of the Astromancer's mouth to ache. smoke.

Seeing that their mentor was bleeding again, a group of gray-headed goatman apprentices nearby immediately rushed over to stop their mentor's bleeding.

The eldest disciple who ran to inquire about the news did not dare to talk anymore and said quickly:

"There is only one of the spellcasters left who have been chasing us. The others seem to have given up chasing us. But the bad news is that those who are still chasing us are hunters directly under Organization VII, a group of A tough magic warrior.

We are almost two hundred kilometers away from Abyss City, but they still don't intend to give up. It seems that they are really going to chase us to death.

You should make up your mind quickly.

We have been fighting for these dragon eggs for the past two days, and now everyone is exhausted. "

"Urgent! Urgent! Why are you urging me? I'm urging you to die!"

Bol became even more impatient.

It scolded:

"It's just a group of magic warriors. Look at how bad you are. I haven't seen you being so cowardly before fighting against the black plague and facing the jackals."

"This is different, mentor. We had reinforcements when the Jackal was there, but now we are fighting alone."

Boll's second disciple put a bandage on his mentor and complained in a low voice:

"Furthermore, these dragon eggs have been sealed with a spell. Since there is no way to teleport through the astral realm, we have no choice but to return to Transia on our legs. It's thousands of miles from Abyss City to Transia. The nearest airship station from here is still over the Jackal side. At our current speed, we will have to walk for at least three more days.

It would take less than three days for the magic warriors to catch up. "

"I think it's better for everyone to take one and run separately."

The junior sister also made suggestions:

"The spell warriors tracking the dragon eggs must be responding to the forbidden spell. If these dragon eggs are taken apart, they will either divide their forces or they can only chase one of them."

"Or find a place to hide and ambush them!"

The junior brother touched his psychic bag and said:

"I still have a few incendiary bombs and a lot of explosives here."

"You all shut up!"

Boll suddenly had a headache when he heard the disciples chattering.

Although it usually doesn't have a good temper, it was suspected of being troublesome due to the filthy infection it had sustained after cutting off the disciples before, which made the great star magician's head hurt even more. It closed its eyes and allowed itself to take the time to rest.

To be honest, Bol now regretted his impulsive rush to steal the dragon eggs.

The process of getting the dragon egg in the secret room of Abyss City went smoothly, but things went bad after getting it. The goat man dared to bring this dangerous thing out, so he was naturally not afraid of stealing it. Every dragon egg has a very subtle seal. The spell makes it impossible for this thing to be transported through the astral realm, and anyone who carries it can only escape with their legs.

And those who could steal dragon eggs must not be the work of ordinary goat man spellcasters. These dragon eggs are probably an important part of a psychic experiment arranged by the city lord himself. Anyway, after the dragon eggs were stolen, the entire Abyss City was boiling. .

The fact that Bol and his team were able to run more than 200 kilometers despite being pursued by all directions was due to their superb strength and the "special vehicles" in their hands.

"No matter what, we've come to this point and we can't leave this good thing halfway, otherwise all the previous hardships will be in vain."

A few minutes later, the great star magician gritted his teeth and said to his disciples:

"Come on, help me get into the car, let's keep running!"

"But mentor, there is not much fuel left. If we average the remaining fuel in our hands, we can run another thirty kilometers at most."

Its eldest disciple looked worriedly at several Transian-made military motorcycles parked nearby.

These things are obviously modified versions. The wheels have been enlarged, the appearance has been modified, and there is no funny body. If I must say it, they are more similar to off-road motorcycles from another world. At first glance, they are expensive customized versions.

The reason why the Goatman Astromancers have such gadgets that are seriously incompatible with their status and temperament is because several of Bol's disciples were deeply "poisoned by otherworldly culture" in Transia, which led them to become the Astromancers. In addition to its main business, there is also the title of the championship team of the first Booty Bay Motorcycle Rally.

It's not just a certain apprentice who likes this thing, but they all like it. They even form a group and occasionally go out for running races together, as a special hobby to relieve the heavy study pressure and pursue excitement.

Therefore, it is definitely a good thing to have a hobby. For example, now, when teleportation is banned, the old-fashioned great astrologer really never expected that a stable and important person like himself would one day need to rely on these noisy and deviant two people. Wheel vehicles to escape.

How unseemly!

But there is one thing to say, this thing runs really fast!

And there is no need to rest. As long as there is enough fuel, you can keep running. In addition, several of my "rebels" are really good at driving. They just brought their injured mentor and precious dragon eggs all the way from the Abyss City to this place. .

"You can't evade the pursuers for thirty kilometers."

The junior brother put on Goatman's special rally helmet, swung his motorcycle windbreaker outwards, and straddled the car in a dashing way. He flicked the accelerator and looked at the remaining fuel. He whispered:

"We have to find a way, how about setting up a trap and ambush?"

"How many can you ambush by yourself?"

Bol was helped into the car by his disciple and sat in the back seat. He also wore a safety helmet. He looked back at the dense forest behind him and finally said after a moment:

"Actually, when we broke out of Abyss City, I entrusted a task to the alien 'Gold Medal Team' that I knew well through Ms. Rose's World Network. They would bring a private airship to meet us at the border of the Gnoll Kingdom. We, so as long as we meet up with the reinforcements before we are overtaken, we will be safe.

And let me tell you some good news.

The news about the dragon eggs was also sent to Grand Duke Cuisi through my personal relationship. The Grand Duke personally instructed us to take the dragon eggs back and gave us generous rewards.

As long as we can go back alive this time, we will be able to own a sub-tower in the Midnight Tower. In this way, our master and disciples will be able to survive.

So, give me some support and don’t lose your share! Just drive your iron horse and run forward. "

"It's really yours, mentor! I knew you must have an idea."

Several funny goat-man apprentices flattered him, and then drove their respective cars to carry their mentors and set off.

At the same time, near the rendezvous point on the border of the Jackal Kingdom, the Jackal players of the "Gold Medal Team" were patrolling around and on guard. Immortal Furui sat on a stone with a sore face, holding sweetroot grass in his mouth, and hugged his side. BanchoLeomon, wielding a mechanical Odachi, complained:

"That's strange, Master Boer! When issuing a mission, they only gave one meeting point, and didn't tell them which way they came from, so we could go pick them up. We've been waiting here for three or four hours. What do we have to wait for? It’s time to go.”

"Just wait, there's nothing to do now anyway."

BanchoLeomon closed his eyes slightly, maintaining his dominance as the "number one jackal player".

This Sword Saint Sect Jackal Monk and Weapon Master used the Yunlan Monk's high-level meditation skills obtained from Madam Li Ji to coordinate the active Qi in his body, and said casually:

"Anyway, after the small version of Eternal Night's Disaster, there's not much progress in the plot now. I heard that idiot Ah Yu beeping on the forum that version 4.0 might be coming soon. It is said that the destination is the gray desert, and there are also jackals. What about the plot of the Human Kingdom?

Oops, it’s really not easy.

Since the black disaster, our camp has been building houses under the command of Hogg. Although construction and management are quite interesting, it is not as exciting as large-scale team battles.

Let me tell you, it is estimated that version 4.0 may also raise the player level. Now the number of silver-level players is almost over 2,000. Although most of them are very weak, but with this base number, why should there be a gold-level trial? Already?

My knife and I can't wait. "

"I'm looking at Xuan!"

Immortal Furui curled his lips, whistled to call back his two Songhai lion beasts, and said while holding the cool-looking mechanical version of the good-luck dark night shotgun:

"Which good game pushes the plot to 4.0 during a year and seven months of internal testing? No matter how powerful Alpha Company's technology is, its production capacity is limited."

"You are really playing a game when you ride on a horse, right?"

BanchoLeomon was too lazy to argue with his man who was pretending to be confused. He was about to summon his warg to patrol around looking for clues about NPCs. However, a few seconds later he heard a shout from above:

"There's something ahead!"

"What?"

BanchoLeomon raised his head, looked at the players on the low-altitude private airship above his head, and shouted:

"Use the team voice! Don't shout at the top of your lungs, it's too windy to hear!"

"I said, there is something ahead! Right in front of our meeting point, someone seems to be fighting. I saw the movement of a meteorite falling down."

Bai Tailang on the airship immediately shouted in the team communication:

"Why don't we fly the airship over to take a look? What if it's an NPC that's responding? This job pays a lot of money. I don't want to see my employer die in front of our eyes. It would be in vain."

"Fu Rui, send your bird over to check the situation!"

BanchoLeomon immediately roared, and the Great Immortal Furui behind him blew a long whistle to summon his vulture pet and then switched to the Eye of the Beast mode to follow the pet's vision forward. He soon saw the front. A battle on a deserted slope ten kilometers away.

But then, Immortal Furui screamed.

"Fuck! What the hell is this?"

"What?"

Banchang Leomon asked, and Immortal Furui immediately explained:

"It is indeed Master Bol and his disciples, and some goatmen I don't know are also trapped, but what trapped them is a group of... Zhuo! I can't describe it, it feels like aliens and bugs mixed together There are strange things, and there are many miscellaneous soldiers that look like the scarabs seen in the Songhai Empire.

But as far as I know, there are no such bugs in the ecology of the Dark Mountains, and the number is a bit exaggerated.

Damn it!

Could it really be an insect plague? "

"What the hell?"

BanchoLeomon was even more confused.

But it knew something was wrong with its client, so it no longer waited. With an order, the gold medal team composed of thirty elite players of the Blue Wolf Army immediately boarded the airship and set off.

This thing is a team vehicle customized from the airship factory in Port Chardeau. It has speed and protection bonuses. The price is that its originally not very good firepower has been weakened to only a small main body. Cannons and bomb bays are basically no different from small water pipes to those who pursue firepower.

However, this thing has unexpectedly sold well among the player community. After all, when the halflings designed this thing, they specially asked the explorer boss to help make a cool streamlined hull that is more suitable for the "extraterrestrial baby physique", and it can carry people, speed Fast, easy to operate and cheap.

As a vehicle that may encounter various strange accidents and fall at any time in the hands of players, it is enough to have the above advantages, and what else is needed for a bicycle.

Therefore, any team with some financial resources will buy one to use as a rapid deployment vehicle. Some people also call this thing a "bread boat". Well, when you hear this, you will know that it comes from the "man with a truck of bread".

But to be honest, the various attributes of this thing are really similar to the Big Gold Cup, the "magic car for group fights" from other worlds.

Halflings also provide personalized services. For example, the airship of the Gold Medal Team is spray-painted with a huge husky head. Well, no one knows what Furui Daxian was thinking when he chose this pattern, and no one complained about this weird emblem. , especially after Great Immortal Furui was severely beaten by others, everyone generously forgave him.

"Holy shit! So many bugs?"

When the gold medal team's bread boat approached the battlefield, BanchoLeomon by the observation window was also startled.

He saw more than twenty goatmen on the ground surrounded by black insects on a high ground. There were round scarabs everywhere rushing out from the ground and biting them. Master Boer was acting as a mobile fort and constantly throwing various kinds of things. A powerful spell, and its disciples have already formed a temporary position with military machine guns.

Fortunately, these masters and apprentices are veterans of the Black Disaster. They are skilled in controlling the weapons and explosives of the Transians, so they will not be in the dilemma of being unable to fight after their spiritual energy is exhausted.

But the other goatmen trapped with them were not so lucky.

There should have been a lot of them, but they were trapped in another place by bugs and suffered heavy casualties. Although they were also very elite psionicists and had ferocious martial arts, the bugs that besieged them were obviously more heavyweight.

Even the appearance is "elite"!

Those elite bugs no longer have a round shape but more like "springtails". The black chitin carapace shines with a chilling light, and the claws wrapped with psychic energy are particularly ruthless when slashing.

"We're not going down anymore! Prepare the rope ladder, hurry!"

Immortal Furui yelled for the players to move. When the airship approached the high ground, four rope ladders were thrown down. The exhausted Bol and his apprentices immediately grabbed the rope ladders and were shouted at by the players. Pulled up.

"There are flying insects on the other side! No, our anti-aircraft weapons can't deal with them, retreat!"

BanchoLeomon shouted to turn the airship and start the propeller engine to accelerate, but then he was pulled by Bol. The great astromancer said in a hoarse voice:

"Bring those spell warriors with you."

"Are they the ones who are chasing you?"

The Jackal player said in surprise:

"Your old personality is not such a kind one."

"You're right, I don't care about their lives at all, warrior, but the remaining dragon eggs are in their hands!"

Bol coughed and spit out blood, and gritted his teeth and said:

"These strange bugs are attracted by the dragon eggs!

I don't know what the relationship between the two is, but we threw the dragon eggs to them to avoid disaster, and only one was left in our hands.

That stuff is very valuable. I'll pay twice as much and take the remaining dragon eggs with me!

Believe me!

Trust my sense of danger as a psionicist!

I don't know why the bugs want dragon eggs, but once they get their hands on that thing, we will be in big trouble in the future, and we must take this thing away together. "

"It's only twice the money. It's hard for me to help you. Master, although we have cooperated many times, we are brothers who have to settle accounts clearly."

Furui Daisen made a universal gesture. He and BanchoLeomon looked at each other, then coughed and said:

"We don't need money, this order is free! But we want a dragon egg! You seem to have quite a lot of dragon eggs in your hands."

"Now I find that this thing is the source of disaster, I can give you one! But now take people away quickly, you greedy Husky! Once surrounded by bugs, no one can leave. These are by no means ordinary of bugs.

I have a hunch that they are definitely related to some dangerous conspiracy! "

"Ah! Damn it! You can't say that humiliating title in front of the jackals! Damn little potato Wei Ming, this nickname must have been spread by her, ah, this damn contemptuous name! You have angered the wolves!"

"Bang"

A loud bang exploded on the airship, causing the turning airship to shake violently. A few seconds later, the embarrassed voice of Bai Tailang, the pilot of the airship, sounded from the cockpit:

"Well, brothers, now there is good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?"