Chapter 1267

"They connect seamlessly with luck every time. How do you know that their victory... Is not their real strength?"

But it was this courage that others could not envy, which doubled the confidence of the wechat people. On the road that others looked like death... It went farther and farther.

No one can imagine.

As it is now, the Silver King has no time to stop the rash attack of the micro people around him.

Because the great magician standing on his left hand and the sword saint on his right... Have set up their own moves and wiped them head-on. The Moco people who had not found them attacked them.

"Dark spirit curse!"

"A heavy blow!"

"Ah! Dada!"

The rest is the behind the scenes voice of relatively ordinary people. In this not quiet night, their singing voice is not obvious at all.

However, the tactics launched are obvious!

Dark magic was originally the least noticeable way to cast spells, but the Moco are extremely sensitive to dark attributes.

Releasing the dark elements at night is like turning on a flashlight in a room where you can't see your fingers.

So at this moment, the six men of Moco who didn't find the micro people turned their heads to the leaves where the micro people were hiding, and when they lit their eyes, they found the enemy.

"Poof! Hahaha!"

It attracted another burst of laughter from the onlookers.

"Don't laugh, everyone!"

The next second, this kind of laughter is like being strangled by someone's neck, which is rigid on everyone's face.

Because the faces of those micro people who face the giant race are calm and calm.

These natural soldiers face the coming crushing battle with fearless courage, but none of them shows the intention of running away with fear and cowardice.

In their hearts, the God of battle is with the micro people, who fight for ethnic group and dignity, although they die with honor.

Of course, if only this admirable spirit is not enough to make the people of the super God star so rude.

They were shocked that... The small black fog as big as a button and fighting spirit launched by the micro family magician... When it hit a Moco people, the people were very cooperative and fell down.

"Bang"

The air wave from the huge body made the little people standing on the leaves shake for a few times, but none of them panicked. On the contrary, after the Moko people fell, they broke out a startling sound of cheers.

"The little people will win! For the glory of demacia!"

This seamless connection is like they can easily kill the enemy with a small energy ball.

How can this not make the crowd watching outside stunned and surprised?

Even the Silver King who followed the micro people and witnessed all this fell into self doubt.

"No, no, no way! It's unscientific!"

You are an ethnic group struggling in the game by your own racial ability. Do you mean science?

How good is your spider people's IQ?

But don't blame the Silver King. He is an individual and has eyes. He doesn't believe that it is caused by the micro clan.

The Silver King, who felt that his outlook on life had been greatly impacted, was like a demon... He yelled at the two leaders of the micro clan who had just released their spells.

"Can you do it again?"

The other party just looked at each other with a compassionate expression... Looked up and down the Silver King, sighed and raised his hands.

"Alas, we've seen so many people who don't believe in the facts. It seems that he can only shut up with real talent and learning to make him realize our strength."

After sighing, the magician and the swordsman once again used their winning moves. Unfortunately, they hit the second Moco who wanted to come and investigate.

"Poop!"

The second Moco also knelt!

Two dark clansmen collapsed in one place, as if they were two Tuo Taisui, empty as if they had no bones.

After their Petrochemical skills came out of the dense forest, they could no longer play a role.

"Luluda! Vacanda!"

The leader who led them was a little anxious. When he wanted to rush over to see who was secretly attacked, he only felt that his limbs seemed to be getting sore and soft out of control in the process of rushing forward.

A sense of powerlessness that had never been felt climbed slowly from the soles of his feet. In the process of these two steps, the body of the Moco people became like a lump of pudding that was about to melt.

"Wu... Li," the Moco leader, who reluctantly twisted his head and opened his eyes, looked behind him. He knew that this was not the ability of the new race, but the effect of their attack in the troublesome dense forest.

But can only a group of beautiful shrimp really produce such lethality?

No, thanks to the natural toxins on the planet.

That call just now may be the last word of the Moco leader in this world.

Before the revenge for their people began, their own lives would be lost on this inexplicable planet.

Ah, I'm really unwilling.

Unwilling to die without knowing the enemy, what's more, the glory of this victory should be given to a group of shameless people who came to pick up cheap.

"Bang... Bang... Bang"

If you are not willing, the pace of death will not stop. After the last Moco fell, the little people standing on the leaves stared at the places where the bodies lay for a few minutes. After confirming that the other party would never get up again, they shouted loudly one by one.

"God bless! The dema of our hero star is powerful!"

"Hahaha, the facts have once again proved the power of our hero star little people!"

Let me see the Silver King of the whole process, and I almost believed it.

This shameless self-confidence and powerful brainwashing ability... Are beyond the reach of ordinary races.

So, I chose this group of people to form an alliance at the beginning, should I be able to win the last?

But when the Silver King put down his heart and watched the victory points obtained after the alliance automatically transferred to the name of the spider people, a kind of sincere smile appeared on his face.

He is indeed the smartest man in the group. Maybe this time, after losing his people, he can still get a good place for the spider family.

But just as the children applauded and planned to go down to search for the corpse and look for available materials, there was another sound of "brush la la" behind the grass.

A thunderous conversation came into the ears of the little Terran.

"Shh, everybody stop. The enemy hasn't made a sound in front for a long time!"

"We should consider the possibility of each other pretending to die and being directly killed by other races."

The voice of these words was not big, but they were clearly heard by the small family.

Because of their small stature, the people of big races do something... When they reach them, they are infinitely expanded.

The whispers, which were only bass, were as loud as thunder in the ears of the little people.

These words made the micro people immediately end the celebration and hide with their leaves.

This is Gu Zheng's intention to scare the snake.

In the map given by the laughing forgetting book, the heads of the Moco people have been completely gray, but at the place where they died... There are a full 11 small red dots.

This made Gu Zheng feel terrible.

When did these people sneak into this dense forest silently?

Why can he keenly feel the sound of the fall of the Moco people, but can't he notice the movement of the eleven people gathering together?

Can you say? Are they a group of spiritual races?

It's a little troublesome.

While Gu Zheng was thinking, Yang Mingyu and Wali who followed him squatted down obediently.

Every order of Captain Gu is targeted. In short, there is nothing wrong with listening to him.

When the three of them squatted down separately, the survival game anchor... Hidden around them... Rang again at this moment.

"Race 1, Moco, eight people died and two lost the ability to survive and fight independently. After the evaluation of the game subject, it meets the standard of automatic elimination. All the points obtained by race 1 of resource star in this game will be transferred to the hostile race account that has caused damage to its race."

"After systematic statistics, the Terrans account for 45 points, the villains account for 1 point, and the spiders account for 1 point."

"After the score statistics are completed, the scene change analysis system is started... The analysis results are as follows: in this game, all races... Three races, more than half of the casualties... Two races meet the final conditions for mixed survival, and the rules of the survival game are about to change."

What does that mean?

When the number of races in the game is less than a certain degree, the remaining races will pass the early stage of the game and make a smooth transition to the middle and late stage of the game in which the ranking is calculated by points.

The race that can resist to this degree will have the opportunity to protect their lives. People on earth no longer have to worry about the risk of being destroyed by collective humanity because of their incompetence.

Of course, in order to obtain the development right of a planet and the identity certificate of their own race, they also need to get a good score ranking in this game, so that they can hope to strive for better interests and rights for their people.

It's like the micro people.

Although they are weak, they are very distinctive.

However, because of their own entertainment and good luck, they have achieved good points and rankings in these survival games, which was once very popular with the audience watching the live broadcast of the game.

This also allows micro people to exchange points for quite good racial benefits.

They only need to win two or three more top rankings, and if the score reaches 3000 points, they can be promoted from the slave race to become a vassal group.

The benefits are unimaginable.

After hearing the good news, the micro people took the lead in cheering the celebration by relying on their own physical advantages. No matter there is a team of inexplicable ethnic groups in the dense forest opposite.

"Long live! Once again successfully entered the ranking system!"

"It's good that everyone survived!"

What does that mean?

When it comes to the point ranking, the surviving race has a choice that can save its life.

That is the right to surrender and quit the game.

Of course, when exercising this right, we still need to withdraw from race and pay a certain price.

That's the integral.

If you want to quit the game completely, you need to pay the game organizer a basic fee of ten points per person.

If you want to retreat from the victorious race, you also need to pay the other party to make them satisfied.

As for how much the other party can be satisfied with, the defeated man will ask for more blessings.

If you encounter a cruel and aggressive race, you can't understand it just by saying.

But if you encounter Gu Zheng, maybe you can discuss it.

Just as the micro people were jumping and jumping, Gu Zheng, who also figured out the rules because of the prompt sound, found the existence of the small people through the faint vibration of the leaves.

The marks on the map are too strange.

After the death of the Moco people, the red dots representing their characters completely disappeared.

However, the number of eleven enemies was clearly displayed near the collapse of the Moco people, but only a round red dot was marked on the map.

Do you think these eleven people belong to the dieluohan nationality?

No, such a stupid race cannot exist. Is it a race that can be combined?

That's even more wrong.

Because these eleven people are an alliance of two races.

And only one more quantity made Gu Zheng think of the spider people he had met, the only fish that had slipped through the net.

Think back to the petite figure of the Silver Spider people. If the other party can form an alliance with them and get together closely, it must be a race with the same figure.

Hehe, that's interesting.

Today's luck is really good. The earth people's points are about to rise.

Gu Zheng, who thought of this, slowly stood up again from the position he had just hidden. When he just wanted to pull out the leaves in front of him, suddenly, a string of hints sounded in his mind.

"No. 10 Gu people will be automatically classified as eliminated races because the number of viewers has not reached the minimum standard: 5000 and the average race time of 24 hours."

"After watching the race score and the evaluation of the game organizer, the survival game of the Gu people... Was determined to be a failure."

"Because other races have not had effective contact with the Gu family, the self deduction points of the Gu family's failure will not be evenly distributed."

"Please pay full attention to the appreciation and antagonism of the game, and don't go slow."

After the system broadcast, Gu Zheng, who hasn't acted yet, is very curious.

He asked xiaoforgetshu: "can you find a way to take a look at the data of the Gu people? How can we do it by slacking off... So that an ethnic group can be eliminated directly and punished?"

This comic book is really unambiguous. It pulls out useful clues from the expanded map.

It turns out that there is another race in the dark ore area... That has not migrated all the time, that is the Gu nationality.

This race has a very powerful ability, which can be called the king's ability in the wilderness survival column.

The metabolism of the Gu people is very slow. When they enter the solidified state, they can live without eating, drinking and energy... For more than a month.

At that time, they were almost like the stones on the side of the road. They were motionless and had no response.

You said that with such a performance, how do other audiences watching the Gu people feel.

In the next live screen, people are fighting for life and death, fighting for the survival of the race, fighting between heaven and earth, fighting with people, and consolidating the family?

Find a place to lie down and comfortably lie down until the victory of the last race. Only by the systematic notice can they rub the victory points and ranking leisurely.

Where did such a good thing come from.

Therefore, after the Gu people carried out such survival behavior twice, they were complained by the audience.

The audience of super God star has made a clear response. If the Gu people still behave like this, they don't want to see the existence of the Gu people in the game of team chaos in the future.

As for whether this race with neither combat effectiveness nor entertainment can continue to survive in the star domain?

That's not what Gu Zheng, a struggling low-level nation, can worry about.

He was just stunned by the announcement and took his mind back.

What Gu Zheng has to do now is... To dispose of the hostile races around the dense forest.

It was late at night and he wanted to have a solid sleep.

……

"Wow"

Without hesitation, Gu Zheng pulled open a piece of lush vegetation in front of him and let his line of sight face the red dot on the map.

What catches the eye is a lot of small fleas... Jumping on a few leaves.

This surprised Gu Zheng, who saw the micro people for the first time.

"So small?"

This is Gu Zheng's sincere blurt out, but it makes the wechat people who are still cheering opposite very dissatisfied.

What is so small?

We wechat people can't hear the word "small".

This guy looks sharp at first sight. He doesn't look like a good guy. Let's kill him.

So after a short silence, the angry micro people put on the posture of fighting to death.

The two archmages with the highest force value and the sword Saint stood at the front of the team again.

"Let the power of darkness..."

"God bless..."

Just halfway through their big move, Gu Zheng's two index fingers on the left and right poked them on the top of their heads.

With the supreme momentum, he crushed two sesame seeds on the leaves like Mount Tai.

Then he kneaded it with his thumb like an ant's head was pinched.

"What are you buzzing about? Didn't you hear a word clearly? Speak louder?"

Gu Zheng ignored the crackling of the energy not released by the other party in the air. Instead, with a little cat and mouse joke, Gu Zheng carefully aligned his two hands and four fingers together. One push pinched the great magician and the sword Saint into the same finger.