Chapter 327 Refinement

When he was suddenly injured by the myth, Zhang Mu suddenly fell asleep. He put on his shirt randomly and went straight to the 4th floor of the studio.

About 10 minutes later, Zhang Mu sat in front of the computer, logged in to the channel and asked, "How many people did they have?"

It's hard to imagine that from 4 a.m. to 5 a.m., there were more than 1,200 people online in the Chinatown voice channel. Before Zhang Mu's question, hundreds of people in the channel were greeting the eight generations of the ancestors of the frozen temple.

"Big boss!" President!" " "Twelfth brother!" The members shouted one after another.

After everyone calmed down, the mythical injury said, "Obviously, this attack was premeditated. A total of more than 800 people came. The most fucking thing is that their entrance was not below, but in the corner of the double merit area. We were directly caught off guard!"

"Don't worry, let me sort it out first." Zhang Mu logged in to the game and took out the battle video half an hour ago from the battle record of the guild. This permission is only owned by the president, and no one else knows it at all.

"It turns out that the evil shelter has also been collected by them, ah, 'Crazy Dragon Pavilion'? What kind of guild is this? The strength is good." Zhang Mu's eyebrows suddenly frowned.

In the battle video divided into several pictures, nine hostile guild members appeared at the same time. Five of them had titles with the 'Crazy Dragon Pavilion' prefix. The arms led by these people turned out to be the unified seventh-order neutral arms 'Bright Golden Armor Dragon'. This bright golden armor dragon is about 5 meters tall and wears golden scales and speed. Qi Kuai is a kind of arms that can be close and far away. It can launch 5 long-range 'dragon bombardment' attacks in every battle. Members of Chinatown have never seen such arms, and they were caught off guard for a while.

After transfering the backbones of the Mythical Injury, the Emperor and the Master into another single-player channel, Zhang Mu asked about the specific situation of the Crazy Dragon Pavilion.

"Crazy Dragon Pavilion is not a guild. It is a studio with about 20 to 30 people. I know the boss 'Crazy Dragon' and have played with him in other games. What should I say? He is a very arrogant man with good overall strength. The Buddha, who was awakened by the mythical wound, said like a dream.

"What about your 'only'?" Zhang Mu asked.

"Half a catty, after all, there are a large number of them..." I also told the truth.

"Twelve, they are still staying in the ancient battlefield. Let me lead the team to destroy them." The emperor's strength is only in the middle and lower among the boss, but this does not affect his love for war at all. He is a true war maniac and is very popular in the meeting.

Zhang Mu yawned and said lazily, "Obviously, our guild has been annihaled internally, and it is useless to march on a large scale. I'm afraid, they ran away with their tails between our tails. Well, Ah, emperor, please inform the members that in the short term, in the absence of guild organization, don't enter the ancient battlefield to practice. If you don't listen, you will bear the consequences.

"By the way, let the more than 200 lost players come to me at noon tomorrow to receive compensation. Like this [***], the guild should pay some compensation."

"Let's just forget about it?" The emperor was a little unwilling. Among the more than 200 players who were whitewashed, there were at least 100 people who danced war songs.

Zhang Mu smiled and said, "Let them be arrogant for a while. We have more important things to do."

"What?"

"I'm ready to enter the 7th-order map. I'm afraid there's no one in the 7th-order map now. It's better to do it first. I quietly wait for the addition of the frozen temple in the 7th-order map... Sooner or later, I can avenge this, unless they never advance and stay at the 6th level forever."

The emperor was worried and said, "Are you advancing so quickly? However, there are still many members who have not even built level 7 arms. If there is a fault in the building tree..."

"Don't worry about this. You can build prestigious buildings in the guild." Zhang Mu said with a smile.

I asked a little sleepy, "When are you going to take the guild to advance?"

"Before November, clean up all the hostile guilds in this map first..." Zhang Mu has his own plan. Whether it is a guild or a single-person advance, he must lay a good foundation in this map, at least clean up all the world copies and treasure houses, right? One month is almost enough.

"Yawn! It's getting late. Let's go and have a rest. Remember to inform the members not to enter the ancient battlefield. Let's refresh ourselves with peace of mind, so as not to be led by their noses and internal annihirated. Alas, every guild must have these...sleep and sleep!" After saying that, Zhang Mu stretched out, put 4 or 5 chairs together into a temporary bed, and fell asleep - he was so tired.

**** At the same time, the frozen club - "Hey hey hey hey, this battle can be said to be a complete victory, wash away the previous decadet of our guild, crazy dragon, well done!" The sharp laughter of the frozen silkworm echoed in the club, and the man called the mad dragon smiled softly, "This is nothing. I originally wanted to fight with the twelve wings. It's my fault to make him arrogant for so long."

"Hey, what's the hurry? This is a matter of time. Today's plan is to quickly raise the strategic level of the members. It's really a pity that it's not on the same level 6 map as the mythical injury and the twelve wings. What do you think, old gun?" The frozen silkworm was a little forgetful. Since the third-order map, he has been fighting with myths. Unfortunately, he has never taken any advantage of it. Now that he has finally won, a bright smile suddenly appeared on his face, looking like a villain.

The old gun of the temple muttered, "I have come into contact with the Twelve Wings in reality. At a young age, the city is very deep. Don't show the mountains or dew. Don't be careless. Their Chinatown was upgraded to level 2 yesterday, and its strength is much stronger than ours. If we really want to compete clearly, we may not be his opponents.

As the saying goes, 'one lose, one wise'. Since the national honor, the old gun of the temple has always regarded Zhang Mu as a thorn in his side. He has suffered too many losses. No matter how much he suppresses, Zhang Mu will always spend his life without surprise, and the more he gets, the better he gets. This is about to become his heart disease. The sharp and irremeable edges and corners. It's almost flattened.

"Old gun, don't worry too much. It will still grow in the future." The mad dragon laughed in a low voice.

"Speaking of this, Crazy Dragon, where did you get your 'Bright Golden Armor Dragon' from?"

"Well... this is a trade secret, I can't answer..."

"Oh, you're really not funny enough."

As the map continues to advance, all kinds of strange arms will also appear in the players' army column. As for the source of these arms, almost everyone remains silent, and no one will say it kindly.

"Well, bright golden armor dragon, what kind of broken arms, not as red-eyed zombies are powerful..." Zhang Mu turned over and muttered his dream.

(to be continued)