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As soon as these words came out, all the members of the "Free Machinery" guild showed surprise.

"Method?"

"What on earth can we do!"

"Boss, when did this happen? If there is still a way, don't hold it back and speak out quickly."

"Otherwise, all our brothers will die!"

Everyone's expressions were shocked.

If I had known...if there was a way, I would have used it quickly!

Sean looked around at everyone's expectant eyes, but a helpless and bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and said:

"This method... is quite different..."

"That is, all of you go to the Blood Phone forum and post a message about the situation here."

"Don't tell the real situation, just say that at this coordinate, there are 20 million transactions of thugs, but I accidentally encountered a copy of the field."

"If there are players outside who know the information here, they will definitely take a look at this area."

"At that time, if there are players coming over, it might be much easier for external forces to break through from the outside of the border than it is for us to break through from the inside."

After Sean finished explaining this method, all the guild members couldn't help but be stunned.

Damn it!

What the hell kind of trick is this?

But putting it this way, it seems to be of some use...

After all, the purpose of the Skinny Old Man's Domain is to trap all players here and kill them one by one.

However……

Since this formation is surrounded inward, does it mean that breaking through from the outside may be easier than expected?

Moreover, they do not need to directly face the pressure from the skinny old man and will be more comfortable breaking through the boundaries.

But the premise is... you must not tell the outside world clearly what happened in this place.

If not, and the real information is leaked, other players will definitely not be willing to come over!

This cannot be said by one or two players, but requires many players to do this.

Only then can it have the effect of guiding public opinion and confusing the real with the fake.

Many guilds use similar methods to spread news and build momentum for their own guilds.

Of course, "Free Machinery", as a relatively laid-back guild in the past, would never use this method.

The reason why Sean didn't say that right away was probably because of this method, which was inconsistent with his past behavior...

But the president is still the president after all. Although the method he came up with is relatively alternative, considering the current situation, it seems to be one of the few that can be found and is relatively easy to use.

"Then Guild Master... we will announce the news immediately!" A guild member immediately stood up and said.

With the one taking the lead, the other members followed suit.

After all, this method could really trick other players into coming over and help open the border.

At that time, even if the skinny old man follows and kills, there will still be a bunch of players to help him lower the probability of killing.

The risk of death is also significantly reduced.

It is equivalent to finding the only chance to survive out of despair.

Then you can't actively participate?

It is a matter of life and death for all members, and no one can stay out of it.

"This matter... you should think about it yourself and discuss it..."

Sean rubbed his eyebrows and said with a hint of helplessness.

To be honest, although he can find good solutions based on his intuition and instinct.

But this kind of thing is really not his strong suit.

We can only let the guild members do it themselves.

Soon, all the players came inside the cabin and found small aircraft and many prosthetic flying tools inside, which were enough to give them the ability to fly at low altitudes, thus dispersing into independent combat entities to avoid being crowded into the airship. internal.

As the skinny old man continues to kill, fewer and fewer players can be seen on this sea of ​​dead bodies.

As Sean said…

If in the later stages, there are not so many players gathered together, then it is very likely that the airship will be found.

Even if you keep a distance of one thousand meters, you may not be safe.

Moreover, current players have probably seen the pattern...

The skinny old man will specifically look for places with lots of people to attack!

With one strike, he strives to harvest more dead souls.

When the number of players on the field becomes smaller and smaller and they are spread out more and more, no one can be sure whether they will find the head of the airship in advance in order to have a higher killing efficiency.

The airship can only be controlled by a maximum of five members, which is the best solution that can be found at the moment.

…………

at this time.

In other areas of the mosaic border, many players are engaged in this tense, exciting and fierce chase.

At this moment, some players turned around and discovered that there were various aircraft on top of the huge airship, scattered in all directions like meteors.

"A member of the Free Machinery guild?"

"Why did they choose to spread out and not stay in the cabin?"

"Could it be that...the skinny old man will automatically find more groups of players to kill?"

"That's possible!"

"Then why are we still operating as a team? Let's separate quickly!"

"Fuck! Fortunately, there are only two or three of us. Otherwise, like other guilds, if more than a dozen or twenty groups gathered together, we would probably suffer a lot.

"Number of people is completely ineffective against the skinny old man. Is spreading them out the right way?"

"There's no solution...at most it can just delay our death, but as long as we don't break through the boundary and stay here, it's no different from waiting to die!"

At this time, after seeing the movements on the "Free Machinery" side, many scattered players also realized the nature of this copy.

Can't gather, must disperse!

Of course, although they do have consciousness, because they do not have the perspective of an airship that can overlook the battlefield from a high altitude, they are not able to judge the situation in detail.

However, this does not mean that their consciousness and reaction speed are like cannon fodder players waiting to die. They can at least deduce correct intelligence information based on the decisions made by the Grand Guild.

This small group of two or three people is actually from the "Avengers".

But in essence, they are just acquaintances and friends. They only knew about the existence of the "Avengers" through information on the forum. Moreover, the founder was Emiya. I heard that the strength had reached level four. I felt more or less that I could gain something by participating in this operation, so I called a group of my brothers to join in and plan to take the risk.

Who knew...the copies I encountered were not on the same level as myself at all!

Of course, fortunately, their numbers were small and their strength was relatively weak, so they were unable to form any large-scale resistance team.

Most of the players who died in the first place were relatively strong members of the "Avengers" and chose to unite to find a way to break through the skinny old man.

However, the strength of the skinny old man is too terrifying. No matter how many elite players are organized, it is just a matter of one sword.

On the contrary, they, a group of little miscellaneous fish who couldn't afford any waves, were distributed in twos and threes at the bottom and escaped the initial impact.

However, as the progress progressed, those player teams that gathered in groups almost all died.

The rest are their small group organizations.

But even if there are more than five people in the team, it is still dangerous!

The skinny old man might come to your door at any time!

The two or three players stared at each other. You looked at me and I looked at you, not knowing who would take this step first.

And they, who were used to being in groups, felt uncomfortable moving alone after they completely needed to disperse. They even felt confused about where they were going and what they were going to do next.

At this moment, a member lowered his head and brushed his blood-colored mobile phone, and suddenly exclaimed:

"Damn it! There are idiots posting on the forum, saying that there are treasures here, 20 million worth of trading items, and a copy that is worth a lot of money... Isn't that crazy?"

The other two people turned around and saw that it was a short man who was only about twelve years old. He glared at the blood-colored mobile phone in his hand and complained loudly.

As teammates, they couldn't help but be speechless.

What time has it been? Why the hell do you still have the heart to surf here?

The wave of bones is about to wash you away, and you are still surfing the Internet...

Do you have any brains?

At this moment, the 1.8-meter-tall eldest brother suddenly thought of something and quickly snatched the blood-colored mobile phone from the little man's hand and stared at it intently.

"What are you doing..." The short man made an awkward voice. It seemed that there were some ulterior secrets or indescribable pictures in the bloody cell phone that was snatched away. If it was seen, social media would be required. died.

The tall young man didn't bother to pay attention, and simply stretched out his right hand. While resisting the head of the little dwarf, and waving his hands and feet indiscriminately, he was punching an unknown person, while at the same time he read the information on the blood-colored mobile phone screen with concentration. .

After a moment, his eyes lit up and he seemed to have some understanding:

"I understand! Are you trying to trick other players? Come and help us break the boundaries?"

"cheat?"

Upon hearing this new vocabulary, the little man immediately stopped his "bastard punch" and said curiously.

"Fool!"

The young man with a pointed face and monkey cheeks next to him gave the little dwarf a slap on the dull hair on his head, looked down at his painful, tender face, and said angrily:

"You stupid boy, can't you see such a simple thing?"

"This is the player on our side who realizes that it is impossible to break through the border from the inside, so he is deceiving the players outside, saying that there are good things here!"

"Players who come to the underground world to hunt for treasures are almost all there for the good stuff. As long as a few fools like this are attracted to help us break the boundaries and enter here, then we can take the opportunity to leave!"

"Why the hell do you still want to type to mock them and tell them the true situation here?"

"If you tell the truth, will others still be willing to come?"

"idiot!"

"Hurry up and delete the information you haven't published. Don't be embarrassed."

As soon as these words came out, the little dwarf suddenly felt red in the face.

That's right, when he was snatched away from his bloody phone, he was typing a series of texts to ridicule the players who gave the skinny old man "good reviews" on the forum, and also explained the true situation of this place clearly.

The words are filled with all kinds of ugly words, as if a junior high school student who has not even graduated from elementary school is imitating the tone of people in society and saying a bunch of illogical and nutritious words.

It's not even yin and yang, it's just using various vulgar words to vent those emotions.

Now, the text in these input boxes is known to teammates...

Moreover, these words were spoken despite errors in judgment...

Being exposed is no different than a slap in the face!

The phrase "brainless birth" is exactly the most suitable way to describe himself.

"Give it to me!" The little dwarf snatched the bloody phone over, his cheeks quickly turned red and warm, but he still maintained a stubborn tone and said righteously: "I'm just having fun, why are you so serious!"

The other two teammates didn't bother to pay attention. Anyway, they were used to this guy's IQ, which was as low as his height.

After a while, the other tall young man rubbed his chin and said:

"Maybe... we should also follow their lead... After all, the more people say this, the greater the credibility and the higher the chance."

"Yes." The sharp-faced young man nodded, "Then let's separate first, and then find an opportunity to send messages, strive to become a member of the navy army, and attract other players."

The tall young man thought for a while and added: "However, don't make things too simple, as if there is a treasure as long as you come here. If you see any information, then go and add it to cooperate with other players. ,make an announcement."

"I'll join in too!"

The short man echoed.

"Forget it!" The sharp-faced young man rolled his eyes at him and said, "With your IQ, you'd better shut up. If I were to fill in the loopholes for you, I'd be afraid that the loopholes would become more and more numerous. Time breaks things for all of us."

The short man was blushing, but he had to admit that what the other party said made sense.

At least he has a clear definition of himself and knows how much he weighs.

The same thing happens everywhere within the borders.

The other players were not idiots either. They all noticed the movements of the "Free Machine" and understood their intentions.

On the forum, a title titled [A copy of the Sea of ​​Lightless Dead Corpses] appeared, which was full of discussions about this copy. It was said that it was a special realm with many outputs, and now a BOSS appeared.

There are some players who are on the verge of death. In order to find a way to survive, they post for help.

Soon, the posts about this place instantly attracted the attention of the entire player world.

Almost the entire homepage of the forum is filled with titles all related to this.

At least a thousand people are in this copy, paying attention to this place...

For a time, it also caused a heated discussion on the public screen.