Chapter 920: Pre-war gambling

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

It’s not that Zhang Mu’s mouth has lotus flowers, but he is eloquent, just because there are only two choices left before them. The first choice is to give up the ‘hero invincible’ who has become a part of life.

Some people may ask, why give up on hero invincibility?

The reason is very simple. In the battle with the "Twenty War Squad", all the bosses, troops and artifacts of the Extreme Squad were lost, and everyone was left with an empty main city. In such a game that mainly relies on troops and bosses to expand their own strength, if there is a city but no soldiers, it is equivalent to a martial arts leader who lost all his martial arts overnight and will definitely become the target of public criticism in the next second, and the main target of attack by countless players.

Even if Extreme Fengyun has the patience to start from scratch and restore all his existing strength a year later, by that time, players who are now on level 6 to 7 may have entered level 10 or even higher-level maps. They will never be able to catch up with the pace of the strong and can only be other people's stepping stones.

The second choice is Zhang Mu's initiative to join a powerful country or force, and slowly restore his own strength with the help of the entire country. First, safety is guaranteed, and second, if the king can be deliberately trained, the recovery speed will be hundreds or even thousands of times faster than his hard work. It is precisely because of this reason that the extreme wind and clouds who are used to being distracted would agree to join the Yanhuang Kingdom.

As the king of Yanhuang Kingdom, Zhang Mu did not break his promise. He immediately allocated the bosses and artifacts he seized during the Tianshen Treasure House or the Battle of the North and the North to them according to the number of people, and opened the "Millennium Seal Gate" for them and the "Blue Classic Squad" at the same time, allowing them to restore their strength with peace of mind.

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 seriously damaged and have no combat power, they have something that ordinary players do not have, that is, consciousness, operation and the qualities of being masters.

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

After Zhang Mu settled down the blue classic and extreme wind and cloud teams, he lifted the curtains and could see the white white fish rising from the east.

"Huh... Before I knew it, it was dawn." Zhang Mu smiled slightly, took off his coat and pants as quickly as possible, and got into the quilt.

In a few hours, the royal team and the Hell Demon team will start a war, and you must maintain your energy and watch the battle.

Although there is nearly an hour before the official competition, the viewing zone is full and crowded. It is bustling like walking into a super large vegetable market.

"Damn, so many people!" The fat man shouted in surprise, his eyes swept across, let alone empty seats, even the station was full of audiences.

Zhang Mu slapped his forehead hard and smiled bitterly: "I'm so dizzy. I actually forgot about this. Today is a match between the royal family and the hell demon. We should come here to take up seats three hours in advance..."

"Oh, what should I do? Could it be that I will go back to the hotel to watch live TV together?" Deng Jie pouted.

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

Zhang Mu was just about to go home, but suddenly, a staff member in a white shirt squeezed out of the crowd, came to Zhang Mu, and said with a smile: "Brother Twelve Wings, I finally found you, please come with me."

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

The young man smiled and explained: "The company has set up a dedicated guest viewing zone for the team that has advanced to the quarterfinals of the team. Look at the right, there is the guest viewing zone."

Zhang Mu looked in the direction of the young man's finger. Sure enough, there was a corridor on the right side of the observation zone that was unknown where to go. A tall and mighty security guard stood on each side of the corridor.

Zhang Mu discovered this corridor when he first came to Beijing, but he didn't know that this place actually led to the guest watching area.

"Damn! If I had known that there was such a good place, I would not have taken the place so early..." Zhang Mu smiled bitterly in his heart, followed the young man forward, and soon the group came to the guest watching area.

As soon as he opened the door, dozens of gazes fell on Zhang Mu and his men.

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

Zhang Mu recognized her. She was the captain of the Oran team and the backer of the Lion Empire. Oran.

"Hello." Zhang Mu looked around. In addition to the Oran Squad, the members of the Gods Squad were also here. The entire guest area and staff looked like almost 60 people.

Although the "Olan" and "Gods" will have a game in the afternoon, the relationship between the two teams is very harmonious. Zhang Mu even saw members of the two teams chatting enthusiastically, without the feeling of confrontation and hostility in the preliminaries.

Not long after taking the seat, news of the start of the competition came from the speaker (actually a high-tech public release device).

For a moment, everyone held their breath and looked at the big screen intently. Even the buzzing sound outside the door became much smaller.

"Dunny, 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 - Dusk of Gods.

Ragnarok is a middle-aged man of European descent. He is nearly forty years old, but he is well maintained, with no wrinkles on his face. When he heard Auran's words, he immediately turned his head and smiled: "How can you bet?"

"Hehe, then there's more to say, of course it's a bet on time, to see how long the Hell Demon Squad can hold on with the attack of the royal family." Auran's appearance is not outstanding, and he can only be considered to be medium-sized, but his characteristic is that he is attractive, especially when laughing, her smile is very charming.

"Okay, since you are interested in Captain Oran, I might as well play with you." The gods pondered for a while and said, "I bet that the Hell Demon Squad can hold on for more than an hour."

"Are you so confident in the Hell Demon Squad?" Oran frowned slightly. "With the Hell Demon's strength, I'm afraid I can't even hold on for half an hour, but for the sake of security, I bet they will be defeated within 40 minutes."

"Haha, yes, but what about the bet?" Ragnarok looked over with interest.
Chapter completed!