Chapter 920 Pre-war Gambling

After a long night of conversation, Extreme Fengyun finally agreed to Zhang Mu's invitation and took his team members into the Yanhuang Kingdom that night.

It's not Zhang Mu's mouth that he can speak, just because there are only two choices left in front of them. The first choice is to give up the 'hero invincible' that has become a part of life.

Some people may ask, why do you want to give up the hero invincible?

The reason is very simple. In the battle with the 'Battle Twenty Squad', all the Bosses, arms and artifacts of the Extreme Squad are all lost, and everyone has only an empty main city left. In such a game that mainly relies on arms and Boss to expand their own strength, there is a city without soldiers, which is equivalent to a The leader of the martial arts alliance lost all his martial arts skills overnight, and will definitely become the target of public criticism in the next second.

Even if the extreme wind and clouds have the patience to start from scratch and recover all their existing strength after a year, at that time, now players who mix 6th to 7th level maps may have entered level 10, or even higher level maps. They will never catch up with the pace of the strong and can only be a stepping stone for others.

The second choice is Zhang Mu's initiative to join a powerful country or force, and slowly restore its own strength with the help of the whole country. On the one hand, security is guaranteed. On the other hand, if there is a deliberate training of the head of the country, the speed of recovery will be hundreds or even a thousand times faster than that of self-working hard. It is also for this reason that the accustomed extreme wind and clouds agreed to join the Yanhuang Kingdom.

As the lord of the Yanhuang Kingdom, Zhang Mu did not break his promise. At the first time, he assigned the Boss and artifacts he seized in the treasure house of the gods or the war between the south and the north according to the number of people, and opened the "door of the thousand-year seal" for him and the 'blue classic team' at the same time, so that they could restore their strength at ease.

As Zhang Mu said, in this era of about to enter a large-scale national war, there will never be too many talents. Although their troops are now seriously damaged and have no combat effectiveness, they have something that ordinary players do not have, that is, consciousness, work and the quality of being a master.

You know, they have entered the top eight teams in the team competition. No matter how bad these players are, they are much stronger than ordinary masters.

After Zhang Mu settled down the two teams of blue classic and extreme wind and cloud, he opened the curtains and could already see the white fish belly in the east.

"Huh... Unconsciously, it's dawn." Zhang Mu smiled, took off his coat and trousers as quickly as possible, and got into the quilt.

In a few hours, the royal team and the hell demon team will go to war, and they must be full of energy to watch the battle.

* Although there is still nearly an hour before the official game, the viewing area is full of seats and people are full of people. It's like walking into a super-large vegetable market.

"Wow, there are so many people!" The fat man shouted in shock and glanced at the place, not to mention empty seats, even the standing position was full of spectators.

Zhang Mu patted his forehead vigorously and said with a wry smile, "I'm so dizzy that I forgot this. Today is a game between the royal family and the hell demon. We should come here three hours in advance to occupy a seat..."

"Oh, what should I do? Is it possible to go back to the hotel to watch live TV together?" Deng Jie pouted.

"It seems that... it seems that this is the only way." Zhang Mu grabbed his hair in distress.

Zhang Mu was just about to go back home. Suddenly, a staff member in a white shirt squeezed out of the crowd and came to Zhang Mu. He smiled and said, "Brother Twelve Wings, I finally found you. Please follow me."

"Are you...?" Zhang Mu found that he did not know the young man in front of him.

The young man explained with a smile: "The company has set up a special guest viewing area for the team promoted to the top eight. Look on the right, there is the guest viewing area."

Zhang Mu looked in the direction of the young man's fingers. Sure enough, there was a corridor on the right side of the observation area, and there was a tall and powerful security guard standing on the left and right sides of the corridor.

Zhang Mu found this corridor as early as when he first came to Jinghai, but he didn't know that this place was actually leading to the guest viewing area.

"Dizzy! If I had known that there was such a good place, I wouldn't have occupied the seat so early..." Zhang Mu smiled bitterly in his heart and followed the young man forward. Soon the group came to the guest viewing area.

As soon as he opened the door, dozens of eyes fell on Zhang Mu's people.

"Twelve-winged angels." A woman in the right seat nodded and smiled at Zhang Mu.

Zhang Mu recognizes her. She is the captain of the Oran team and the backer of the Lion Empire, Oran.

"Hello." Zhang Mu, look around. In addition to the Oran team, the members of the team of the gods are also here. The whole guest area plus the staff, there are almost 60 people.

Although the 'Oran' and 'Gods' will play in the afternoon, the relationship between the two teams is very harmonious. Zhang Mu even saw the members of the two teams chatting enthusiastically, and there was no feeling of competition and hostility to each other in the preliminary competition.

Not long after

was seated, the news of the start of the game came from the loudspeaker (actually a high-tech public amplifier).

For a moment, everyone held their breath and stared at the big screen, and even the buzz outside the door was much smaller.

"Twilight, I heard that you have always liked gambling. How about we take this opportunity to gamble?" Oran turned his face and looked at the captain of the team of gods - the gods at dusk.

Dusk of the Gods is a middle-aged man of European descent. He is nearly 40 years old, but he is well maintained. There are no wrinkles on his face. Hearing Oran's words, he immediately turned his head and smiled: "What a gambling method?"

"Hey hey, that's need to say, of course, it's a bet on time to see how long the hell demon team can stay under the attack of the royal family." Oran's appearance is not excellent. It can only be regarded as above average, but it is characterized by its durability, especially when she smiles. Her smile is very charming.

"Well, since Captain Oran is interested, I might as well play with you." The gods pondered at dusk and said, "I bet that the hell demon team can stick to it for more than an hour."

"Are you so confident in the Hell Demon Team?" Oran frowned slightly, "With the strength of the hell demon, I'm afraid I can't keep it for half an hour, but for the sake of safety, I bet they will be defeated in 40 minutes."

"Hehe, yes, but what about the bet?" The gods looked over with interest at dusk.

"It's boring to gamble. Well, 10 billion national resources, I know that your 'country of the gods' will come out." Oran shrugged his shoulders and said lightly.

(to be continued)