"Go home?" This topic has become the most passionate topic among pioneers struggling in the south. It is not just that New China players have the opportunity to return to the Loess Zone and meet their long-lost relatives and friends. The same choice is also placed in front of EU players and Afriga players.

As soon as Mao Federation players entered the game, they disappeared as a whole, and they were in a prosperous position in the lower level, while American imperial players had no way home.

When others support and other people's fleets show their power in the Black Forest and the far south sea, American imperial players can only hide in the forest and survive carefully to prevent themselves from accidentally provoking the new Chinese.

In fact, let alone players, even the natives can step on them now. For example, now, Alex is leading a team with him. I don’t know how many times he has gone deep into the Black Forest to find the missing player team.

Their main enemy is Green Skin, and the Green Skins carefully avoided the war between the two major player groups and continued to expand their territory in other directions. The Americans are just a small obstacle on their expansion path.

Alix felt that in just one year, he had experienced a thousand years of changes in civilization. When he first entered the game, he was still hunting Green Skin with bows and arrows and traps. At that time, most of Green Skins were holding a wooden stick and holding a stone, and even if he was fully armed.

Now, the green skins facing Alex are not only equipped with metal armor and carrying metal weapons, but more than half of the green skins carry gunpowder weapons. Just looking at the armor rate, they are much more elite than those of the American imperial players.

"Waaagh! Idea Brother is good at everything, but sometimes it's too bad!" A green skin, who is over two meters tall, complained with a long-handled warhammer. This weapon is not very practical in the jungle, but the green skin never plays according to common sense. They only look at this weapon, whether it is Waaagh or not.

"You know, I heard that Brother Dazi is studying the more powerful rifle, and we will become even more waaagh!" Another green skin with a size smaller size crossed his back with two muskets behind his back, trying his best to maintain Brother Dazi's prestige.

Before Brother Dazi developed gunpowder weapons and established the Special Warfare Boy, muscles and physique were the only aesthetic standards for green skin. Without height and physique, there would be no green skin right. If you don’t have big voice and not have strong body odor, you will never be able to make a fortune.

Now, a green-skinned boy like it finally has the opportunity to prove that he is also very Waagah, and the image of the Idea Brother is extremely majestic in their hearts.

The big green skin slapped the small green skin to the ground: "Waaagh! The little shrimp won't interrupt!"

The knocked down little green skin was not showing any weakness. She rumbling from the ground and lifted the gun and fired the big green skinned sky cover away: "Waaagh! No one can say that I am not Waaagh enough!"

"Waagah!" No one came out to stop the fight of their own people, but began to cheer like a swarm. They searched for traces of shrimps in the forest, and they had long been impatient. It would be best to watch the fun now.

The little green skin raised the musket in his hand and showed his might to provoke those green skins larger than it. These guys finally turned over!

Puff!

A cold arrow shot out in the forest, piercing through the head of the little green skin. Two green skinned corpses, one big and one small, fell together, with the same way of death and the same posture.

Brush! Brush! Brush!

The dense rain of arrows shot out in the forest, causing a large number of casualties in the green skin. Alex analyzed their route and confirmed that it would be difficult for this green skin to complete the search task without solving it.

This group of green skins fought several battles with humans. They knew a little about the human shrimps and knew that they could not shoot for a while. Several large and thick green skins faced the arrows in the outer circle, and immediately blocked half of the arrows.

Many arrows hit the green-skinned armor and were bounced away. These arrows were armor-breaking arrows that should have penetrated the armor smoothly, but the American imperial players were too troubled and they had to recycle their used arrows again and again.

At present, these armor-breaking arrows are second-hand, third-hand, or even fourth-hand goods. Players have to polish the arrows themselves. Many people are not good at craftsmanship, and the center of gravity of the arrows has shifted.

Alex watched the greens keep firing with muskets, and occasionally throwing out an explosive, looking at the sky and the earth, and then looking at the arrows that were not even complete with their tail feathers, and couldn't help feeling sad.

He was the only person present who could guarantee lethality. Every arrow could be accurately sent into the gap of the green-skinned armor, but the green-skinned vitality was quite tenacious. Many green-skinned backs were shot like hedgehogs, and they still acted as shields.

"Waaagh! Get out of here!" A small green skin of about 1.5 meters carrying a shabby backpack, holding each hand holding something similar to a firecracker-like lit, rushed out from behind: "Waaagh! I want to blow up those little shrimps to death!"

A pair of short legs are booming quickly, which makes it a bit ridiculous, but in the eyes of players, it is no different from a demon.

This self-destructive boy is not the first time Alex has seen him. He is always covered in dust every time. Fortunately, this time, the self-destructive boy was too high-profile and was discovered by Alex in advance.

When other American players were ready to turn around and run, Alex shot through the two tiny legs of the self-destructive boy with one arrow, nailing them together.

Boom!

As a storm shaking, most of the green skin turns into pieces with the explosion. Here will definitely become a new green skin production place in the coming year.

Alex was almost poked by a flying branch. Fortunately, his helmet saved his life, but the impact of the shock wave still slowed down for a long time before he could recover his sense of balance.

"How are you doing recently?" What happened to Alex suddenly appeared in front of Yang Yuefan: "I heard that your life is not very good."

"What's the matter?" Alex's expression remained unchanged, and secretly contacted the new Chinese in front of more than a dozen American players: "We have a hard time, but we can still bear it."

"What I said before, how are you thinking about?" Yang Yuefan, who is far away in Goethereum City, asked: "It is a very rare opportunity to become a new China."

"I agree." Alex finally agreed after considering this period of time: "But you must keep my family safe."

"Very good, now I'm going to give you the first mission." Yang Yuefan said to Alix: "I want you to contact Charlieson Manson on behalf of me."

Alex's expression was a little dull: "Are you sure you're not playing with me? Do you want to kill me?"
Chapter completed!