Chapter 527 The beginning of the war

May 1st, 1:20 a.m.

This should be a good time to sleep, but the heroes of invincible players struggle in the game sleeplessly all night. There are only 48 hours of prestige every month. As long as you are invincible heroes, you will not let go of such activities. Even office workers have to risk being scolded by the boss to work hard on the map. Tiredly slaughtering those computer NPCs with prestige.

"Fuck it! Gather in the middle of the 4th floor! Let them die! The tiger is not powerful. We really think we are sick cats!" Suddenly, there was a noisy shouting and scolding in the voice channel of Chinatown, followed by the response of countless people, asking for coordinates and so on.

"A wound, is your reputation full? Don't kill people now..." A pair of iron-blue faces are shrouded in the helmet. Although his mouth means not to let the myth hurt the impulse, in fact, he is more irritable than anyone else. This man is Zhang Mu.

Mythical injury said angrily, "Fuck, people are all standing on the top of their heads and peeing. If you don't take someone back, do we still have face in Chinatown?" The mythical wound was very rare to make a real fire, and even talking to Zhang Mu had a strong smell of gunpowder. If it had been in the past, he would not have been like this.

I said coldly, "A Sing, don't be so impulsive. Twelve is also for the sake of brothers. After all, it is a few people who are attacked. If you shout like this, all the brothers in Chinatown should not be famous. Let's kill collectively."

"Fuck, how long have you put up with this! I can't help it anymore! If you don't dry those Japanese dogs and Korean dogs, I will be angry!" The myth was hurt and scolded, and he had been completely overwhelmed by hatred. Maybe it's not appropriate to describe it in this sentence, but the mythical wound at this moment is really like a defeated mad dog.

"Brother Wound, calm down." A member of the Silver Lion Legion advised.

Mythical wound rage: "Shut up! Are you coming or not!"

"Nonsense, of course..." The team members were also angry.

**** The whole thing started more than ten hours ago - "Big boss, how can we fight each other in this nine-ethnic war zone?" A member complained to Zhang Mu with great depression: "Not long after I went out, I was slaughtered by a group of people."

At this time, Zhang Mu was sprinting towards the 'legend'. According to his calculations, if nothing unexpected happens, his church reputation will reach the 'legend' in about ten hours.

Zhang Mu frowned and said, "Have you been slaughtered? Who?"

"It seems to be a Japanese guild, called 'Emperor'. Alas, I've worked hard to get the reputation." The member cried with a sad face.

Zhang Mu smiled and said, "Remember, you must be patient. The time in the nine-ethnic war zone is very precious. It's only 48 hours. If you can hide, you can hide. Wait until you get out of the nine-ethnic war zone to settle accounts with them."

The member was reasonable and nodded: "Well, nothing, it's just a little depressed. Will they increase their reputation if they kill me?"

Zhang Mu explained: "Yes, in the nine-ethnic war zone, players of other races can be slaughtered to gain prestige. The more troops the other side has, the more prestige it will gain. If it is between the same clans, the first attacker will be punished. Not only will he not get reputation, but he will also deduct a certain reputation value.

"I see... His grandmother's little book, kill me and form a team..." The member muttered, "It's okay, boss, I'm going to continue to brush my reputation!"

Zhang Mu smiled and said, "Well, go ahead."

"These little Japanese books are really fucking idle! The reputation doesn't stop!" The myth scolded a few words an angued.

"If you don't fight for three days, go to the house to expose the tiles, isn't it like this~" The emperor smiled and said, "It's the king's way to calm down and brush up your reputation."

"Hmm."

As time went by, the seemingly calm nine-ethnic war zone gradually began to become a little strange, and the strong smell of gunpowder permeated the top of the players in the war zone.

The millions of players who have been reprosed in the nine-ethnic war zone include all 8th-level strong players in the nine sections. Players cover the world, as many as 150 countries and thousands of guilds. Not only that, these players are also assigned to the nine camps by race by the system. The degree of chaos can be imagined.

As soon as there are more people, all kinds of small tricks and tricks will appear. You can see malicious PKs everywhere, battles between countries, battles between guilds and guilds, battles between races, and battles between players and players.

Looking at it, there are wars everywhere.

Chinatown is strong, but there are at least millions of players in the nine ethnic battlefield. Among the millions of players, the strength of Chinatown can only be said to be a whale in the sea, and the waves that can be turned up are very limited.

Zhang Mu saw it and remembered it in his heart that in such a harsh and complex environment, a large-scale war would break out sooner or later. So he was very presane and promulgated a rule in the guild - 'Chinatown players are not allowed to take the initiative to compete with any nationality and guild players during the period of prestige in the nine-ethnic war zone. Even if the other party has a grudge against himself, he has to wait for 48 hours, which is crucial for both the player himself and the guild.

But the development of the matter far exceeded Zhang Mu's expectations. In just a few hours, the players of Chinatown were attacked hundreds of times. Those players who attacked Chinatown mainly came from the Emperor and the Yasukuni Shrine Guild. Korea'STT, Association of the Republic of Korea.

"Don't be impulsive, you must treat it calmly. The main reason why they disturb us is not to let us brush up our reputation. You can't build a level 9 and level 10 barracks without prestige, which is very detrimental to your personal development in the future.

After receiving the countless angry complaints, Zhang Mu had to explain to the guild players slowly and orderly.

"What a fucking bully! We don't have to pay attention to them. They really regard themselves as the number one person, damn it!" The mythical injury didn't feel anything, but as more and more members complained, the fire in his heart gradually burned, and he couldn't control it.

"You must hold back. Don't make it big. There are more than 40 hours left, and you can get through it. Several of you legion commanders told the members to team up to get their reputation, so as to avoid malicious attacks. Zhang Mu said patiently.

"It can only be like this for the time being."

Until late at night, at one o'clock in the morning, seeing that Chinatown had not made a counterattack for a long time, the Japanese guild and the Korean guild began a large-scale suppression of members of Chinatown, and even made a grand slogan: "Only abuse Chinatown!"

In this way, they finally successfully angered the mythical wounds and tens of thousands of members of Chinatown, and even Zhang Mu's face became more and more ugly.

"A wound! Resbear it again! There are only the last 30 hours left. Don't get trapped by them!" The emperor persuaded him.

"Forbear! Forbearance? I have endured it since 9 a.m. until now! Fuck it! I can't stand it! Have you heard what I said? Let's gather on the 4th floor!"

Zhang Mu suddenly stopped the work in his hand and said slowly, "A wound, don't gather members. I'll go alone."

"What?" Ah Wound was a little stunned.

"My reputation has reached the 'legend'." Zhang Mu said with a blank face.

(to be continued)