There was a dead silence in the KO Internet café, and the waitresses who didn't know how to play games looked at each other, wondering what happened to these men?

"Smack!"

Ju's slap slammed heavily on the marble tabletop, and there was a crisp sound. Everyone saw that the elder had entered a state of rampage.

A green tendon that curved like an earthworm crawled from Ju's temple to his forehead, and his originally handsome face turned blood red from anger.

Koizumi hurriedly stood up and helped him and said, "President, are you okay?" ”

"I, I'm fine... I'm just a little uncomfortable... Never mind! Ju gasped for breath and changed his normal way to drink: "It's okay, this group of Chinese only has the 'Twelve-winged Angel' has golden dead beasts, even if they pile up corpses, they must be piled up!" The siege ability of this class is too strong! Turning his gaze and staying on Koizumi, Ju shouted: "Let your reinforcements rush up for me and destroy the Twelve-Winged Angel!" ”

"Yes! Be! Koizumi hurriedly grabbed the microphone, and at this moment, the players around him let out another exclamation.

"What's wrong?" Ju was a little panicked.

"It's not just the Twelve-Winged who has a golden mourning beast, these... These people—" Takekawa pointed to the screen, stammering a little. Of course, this Zhang Mu's strength has nothing to do with it, it was the first time he saw Ju Fa with such a big fire, and he was frightened by Ju.

"What... What the? Where did these soldiers come from? ”

"These classes are compensation for their efforts to fight underground ruins."

Just when Ju was at a loss, a young man of the same age as Ju walked in outside the door, this young man had long black hair, and there was a small wine pit when he smiled, very beautiful man's style, holding a black laptop in his right hand.

"Ye Feng? When did you get back? Ju looked at him stunned.

Ye Kaede, formerly known as: Chishui Ichino Kaede, 24 years old, the former leader of the development team of the KO dungeon team, left the guild due to some unavoidable reasons. Game genius, any copy of the game can be easily passed as long as it has been played twice, and it is a genius professional player.

Ye Feng grabbed his hair and said with a smile: "I've actually been there all along." Without waiting for a few words of greeting between the two sides, Ye Feng said: "President Ju, the troops used by the Twelve Winged Heavens, their ranks are 7~8, ordinary troops have no way to deal with them, the source of this class is 'underground ruins', I don't know which one it is." The most important thing at the moment is for the whole army to retreat, not to attack with the whole army. ”

"Why?" The anger on Ju's face that had dispersed once again shrouded him.

"Quanjun's tactic is right, let the armed sheep with a high level of city defense move to the town, so as to defend, but this tactic can only be aimed at ordinary players, encountering a master like the Twelve-Winged Angel is simply a dish in front of him, and the city defense is completely neutralized."

Hearing this, Koizumi's face was already flushed.

"Not only that, but since the armed sheep spend most of their resources and gold on the construction of the town, their strength is far inferior to that of the players who take the route of the 'gray wolf', and as far as I know, this twelve-winged angel is also the most ferocious of the wolves."

"The consequence of the hard fight is that all of our main forces will be killed, and when the 7-day alliance time expires, the Italian and German players will spontaneously form an alliance to swallow up the remnants of our forces, one wrong step, one wrong step. President Kiku, please think about it. ”

"This ......"

During the conversation, the 10 masters with the zombie army led by Zhang Mu advanced like a bamboo, attacking dozens of cities in a row, and everywhere they went.

In the face of the fat sheep who have no ability to resist the city, Zhang Mu seems to be very generous, every time he captures a town, he only demolishes 3 buildings with the most resources, leaving 2 buildings for players who have no ability to attack the city behind.

Other people are also doing the same, eating a large piece of meat by themselves is quite enjoyable, but they always score someone else's soup to drink, right?

'Loss' of hundreds of thousands of gold coins and thousands of resources, but can buy hundreds, or even thousands of people's hearts, this transaction, no matter how you calculate it, will not be lost.

The players defending the city completely collapsed, although they were on the 6th level map, their troops were still stuck at the 5th level. Most of their resources were spent on city defense construction.

Think about it, in the case that high-level magic is not popular, how can the 5th-order troops resist the 7th~8th-order existences that can only look up?

It's simply impossible!

In the face of forces far beyond themselves, technical flow players can only wash their faces with tears.

The battle of defeating the strong with the weak is staged every day, but under the premise that there is no huge difference in the strength of the two sides, is the technology still useful when encountering a madman like Zhang Mu, who is perverted to the extreme? Not to mention that Zhang Mu is also a master of technology.

In the face of forces far beyond their own, the data flow players can only hide their faces and sigh.

They pitifully slapped the worn-out calculators, calculating the damage value of both classes, and the final result was a probability of victory '0.1', and the premise of this 0.1 was that Zhang Mu would not control any class to attack from now on.

"The tech and data gurus really exist... But I hope you never use it. When you use it, it means that you are losing in terms of troops. You know? I'd rather you be called an 'idiot' to win, than to be praised as a 'master' to lose. ”

Zhang Mu's words were churning in everyone's minds over and over again, and when they were savored, how could the deep meaning be understood by outsiders?

Demolish the city and tear it down to hand cramps!

"Eh, these miscellaneous pieces seem to have retreated." The Emperor glanced at the screen.

Sure enough, countless heroes poured out of the towns below, and even the hundreds of players who came to reinforce them retreated to the rear.

"Haha! Throw away the armor! Run, bunny, and run as far as you can! Obediently leave the town for the grandpas to demolish! The Emperor clapped his hands and laughed.

Suddenly, the Emperor's laughter stopped abruptly, and the retreating team of players formed a circle of ripples around their bodies, and their movement speed increased by no less than 10%!

"What's going on? Logistics? Pathfinding? ”

Zhang Mu groaned: "The superimposed effects of potions, runes and scrolls, these are all products of life skills, KO Guild... This guild is very strong, at least the division of labor in the life department is clear, which is much stronger than yours. Well, let's not talk about the strength or anything, there is nothing to be put on the table. ”

A simple sentence directly hit the bosses of the mythical wounds, monstrous sky, and emperor to the point that they were incomplete, and they almost vomited three liters of blood.

"Damn! Twelve, you, you're mad at me! Everyone in the meeting listened to me, after today's battle, all come to the United Front Channel for a meeting! ”

"The important surname of life skills will be slowly reflected in the future, and if you don't pay attention to the division of occupation, you will suffer sooner or later!"

Listening to the crazy shouts of the bosses in his ears, Zhang Mu's mind flew to other places.

Auxiliaries! If there are enough auxiliary potions, runes, and scrolls, whether it is attacking a city or defending a city, it will not be difficult to make these things, but where to find those raw materials? Acquisition?

Zhang Mu suddenly thought of Xiao K's group of people, and it seemed to be a good choice to let them farm and hunt full-time.

(To be continued)