Chapter 1537

(it was five o'clock yesterday and two o'clock today, but many people looked at him in amazement. Unexpectedly, he and other newcomers were not out of control, but the little master couldn't control his emotions.

"Tyrant, calm down!"

Suddenly, the only middle-aged man in the new team stepped out and said in a calm voice.

He has a deep face, a high nose, big eyes and a burly figure. At first glance, he gives people a very reliable feeling, but unfortunately, everyone knows that he is just a newcomer who has just entered the hero League. He doesn't have much strength at all, so the cohesion of his speech is greatly reduced.

The tyrant's body suddenly moved, and everyone present only felt a flower in front of him. When he reacted again, he found that the middle-aged man had been pressed on the ground with a bang by the tyrant, and his eyes were less than 0.01 cm from the tyrant's gun tip!

The tyrant shouted, "calm down, I'm cold, your mother! I can stab you to death by turning my hand, but do you know the strength of the dead slaves!? 500 dead slaves, it's as simple as I tear you up. How can you calm me down?"

The tyrant shouted wildly. Obviously, he was greatly stimulated. The original population base of Valoran galaxy was too large. He was only one of the mediocre talents and had no background. That's why he was frustrated everywhere after leaving Xinxin Town, and he was penniless when he was intercepted by another team in the copy. He had no choice but to return to Xinxin town to lead the new people stage a comeback.

But I didn't expect that this was the first copy, and I met the plot difficulty against the sky!

The middle-aged man was used to life and death after all, but he didn't panic too much. He said calmly: "I really haven't seen what the dead slave looks like and what strength, but my advice to you is from good intentions. I hope you understand that!"

The tyrant was stunned.

At the same time, the others began to persuade them that if the tyrant despair of the copy of the road of the dead, they will have no way to live.

"Captain, calm down. Anyway, it's right to have a fight!"

"Yes, Captain, although there is little hope of survival, we can bear the loss of the first death."

"Let him go. He meant well."

Listening to what people said, a sneer flashed in the tyrant's eyes. Naturally, he knew that these guys were not good-hearted, but had to rely on themselves. Otherwise, all the people present had experienced combat in the Valoran system. How could they plead for a stranger.

But have a try

The tyrant looked slightly moved. The next second, he let go of the middle-aged man.

At this time, ye Che recovered from the actions of the tyrant, and then a palpitation appeared at the bottom of his heart. On the road of the dead, no, or in this copy, he could cause physical influence and damage to his teammates!?

Thinking of this, ye Che glanced at the people on both sides without showing any trace, and his body retreated slightly for two steps. If there was no defense posture, almost at the same moment, he found that the woman with ID Pu'er also retreated half a step, and the blade in his hand was slightly raised.

No, not only him, but at least three others thought of this from the tyrant's actions, which led to a distance from others.

"Now... It's not just a plot task, the slaves of the dead..."

Ye Che took a light breath.

It's not stupid. According to common sense, once you die, your things can be searched. Now in the face of this plot difficulty, no one doesn't want to enhance their strength as much as possible.

Although Ye Che didn't buy equipment, others didn't know, so he took precautions in case.

At this time, the tyrant seemed to recover from his anger. He sighed and apologized to the middle-aged man: "I'm Meng lang. sorry, we are in this dangerous environment. Now we should rely on the strength of the team to face the crisis. As long as you grow up, we still have a glimmer of hope!"

"Grow up?"

The crowd looked suspicious.

"I believe you know the main task. Depending on the heads of the dead slaves, you can go to the holy place in the copy scene to exchange items. This item may be supplies, advanced equipment, or even additional skills, which is not impossible in the copy of the plot difficulty! Therefore, as long as we can get the heads to exchange, there is no enemy team Under the interference, we still have some hope! "

The tyrant said calmly.

Three or four of the nine people were excited immediately. The fat man with a large wine bucket in his hand said happily, "advanced equipment and additional skills! Once we all have them, there should be no problem with the difficulty of the plot. As long as we work together to kill one by one, we will always kill enough dead slaves!"

"Yes, yes, captain. You know the way of the dead best. You say what to do next. We all listen to you!"

These people have said that now, in this case, they all intend to hold the tyrant's thigh tightly.

Ye Che, the middle-aged man, Pu'er and others did not show doubt. Instead, they agreed to listen to the tyrant's command. After all, they had never entered the road of the dead. Even if the tyrant's mood changed too fast, it was quite wrong, but at present, they can only follow him first.

"OK! Now, our first priority is to..."

The tyrant clenched his fist and seemed to be cheering for himself and everyone. However, before he finished, the hint of the main task rang in everyone's mind again.

"Because you haven't killed the slaves of the dead for a long time, Lucian's anger began to rise. Those who haven't killed the slaves of the dead in half an hour can be erased!"

As soon as the voice falls, the branch mission changes instantly. Each person needs to kill at least one dead slave within half an hour, otherwise it will be erased out!

"What... What, half an hour?"

Everyone was stunned.

The tyrant stared and shouted, "my God, come on, come with me!!!"

"Whoosh!"

He pulled his long gun and pinned it behind his back. Then he turned into a sharp arrow and rushed down the stairs.

Ye Che was not stunned. He didn't want to die once. The consequences of death in the hero alliance were no different from that of exploding the life star. The price was very heavy. If he died several times in a day, he heard that he would really die in reality. Such a bad influence made everyone hold their breath and fly down the stairs with the tyrant.

"Bang!"

The lower stairs were blocked by a hard sheet iron door, but the tyrant didn't look at it. Before he approached, he stabbed it with a gun. Then his arm heaved, and the whole sheet iron door was torn open in an instant.