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Swordsman Chapter 34 Mental Power!  Assassin's Creed!  -Three updates please subscribe

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    "Shut up!"

    Lampard yelled domineeringly and coldly: "We don't have that much time. You take us on a one-day trip to this damn dirty monster place! You still have 15 minutes. I know you have a hidden card. You can  Greatly increase the penetration of the scanning ability! Use it! The enemy is about to explode!"

    He roared like this, and Jack the Ripper, the captain of the Oliver Twist team, licked the scissors in his hand with disdain.  His arm was cut off from the middle, and a pair of extremely sharp scissors was implanted. Jie Jie smiled strangely and said: "Fuck you Lampard! Even if you are the captain of the team, you have no right to ask my players.  At the cost of my life, I will scan Adelia¡¯s hut for you.¡±

    Lampard's eyes flashed coldly: "Jack, let me tell you! That bastard Saif has sent out niggas and Asans and is tracking us on tiptoe! If we delay any longer, we will be attacked from both sides! You  Do you want to die here?"

    Strong teams such as the American Trail Blazers, Kangaroos, and Chicago Brotherhood looked at each other and nodded.

    The overall situation is the most important thing.

    ¡° Even if the powerful Shinra team is not afraid of being overtaken by those black lunatics with violent personalities who are desperate for life and death, countless variables will be added to the mission.  By the time Saif arrives with the Sudanese adventurers, whether he can go back is still a question.

    Under the pressure of everyone, Lampard gained unprecedented authority. Jack did not dare to push back. He licked the scissors, looked at Jack Field with sinister eyes, and roared: "Didn't you hear that? Do it for me.  Come on, woman! If you can¡¯t find your destination within 15 minutes, I¡¯ll disembowel you myself!¡±

    Jackfield is a typical person with mental strength. He snorted suddenly, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and his eyes were shining brightly.

    In the ruins, the extremely dense fog of war suddenly appeared in front of his superpower scan.  There was no way to hide, he was penetrated directly!

    His body was trembling violently, and he was obviously spending a lot of supernatural power and mental energy to scan very far away.

    Such an adventurer may not be a qualified output person, but he is good at investigation and mental confrontation.  But it has advantages that others cannot match.

    After a while, he slumped to the ground, coughing up blood: "This world is difficult enough, the fog priority is coughing, over there! I feel the call of fate!"

    Lampard, who couldn¡¯t wait any longer, gave a satisfied smile: ¡°Boy! You won 50 extra points for the Oliver Twist team!¡±

    Jack the Ripper said coldly: "It's 100! My generous paladin commander. My poor child is so tired that the yolk has squeezed out."

    Lampard glanced at Jack: "The final decision of God is 70! Take good care of this capable young man. We will use him again soon."

    He waved his hand, and the army of the Shinra Alliance came.  He began to adjust his direction and rushed towards the dense fog of war against the incoming undead armies.

    Adelia¡¯s hut gradually appeared as an outline in the cold and dense fog.

    As for the Sudanese team commanded by Saiyiwu, almost everyone has highly maneuverable horses and mounts. They are also struggling to find the necessary destination of [The Broken Crown] in the dense fog of war - the wasteland in the Weeping Wasteland.  Abandoned cemetery.  This destination.  In fact, it overlaps with the location of the remains of Du Yu Langtong¡¯s wife.

    Due to the scale of the 400-person team battle, this map of the Diablo III world.  It is many times larger than in the game, and has a denser fog of war, so the sight range is greatly restricted.

    Normally, the scout masters can travel unimpeded due to the ubiquitous army of undead and monsters on the ruined plains of Tristram.  It has become difficult to move even an inch, and I have no life to come back.

    ¡°Can¡¯t find the destination even through mental scanning?¡± Yakun frowned, listening to the report of Hassan, the captain of Mike Whitestone Team.

    Hassan said helplessly: "You know, we have fragments of the sacred stone in our team, and we can call on the oracle. But the wilderness is too big. It is difficult for the oracle to give precise coordinates."

    "Where are the Assassins?" Saif glanced at the captain of the Assassin's Creed team.

    The captain even refused to announce his name, and only told everyone that his name was No. 172.  His whole body was covered by a large snow-white burqa. From the edge of the burqa, it was faintly visible that he was wearing a close-fitting leather armor specially designed for assassins. His whole body was like an assassin's blade hidden in the cloth!  It seems like it will pierce your heart at any time.

    Even Saiyiwu would not issue direct assassination orders to these mysterious and invincible assassins, not wanting to anger them.  Because these crazy and deadly assassins do not belong to either of the two mainstream sects in the Sultanate. They believe in an extremely mysterious god that has long been annihilated in ancient Persia.  However, due to geographical reasons, it was divided into Sudan.

    The 172 captain was silent for a long time. Just when Saiyiwu was about to consult others, he finally spoke.

    ?His voice was short and sharp, just like the assassin blade hidden in his sleeve, which gave people an extremely uncomfortable feeling of metal friction.

    "I have sent out a scout, I believe he will bring us information."

    Everyone took a breath of air.

    The leader of the sea drifters is Amin, a black man from the Maldives.  He has both Asan and East African ancestry. He is not muscular, but full of vigor and ruthlessness.  A Ming frowned and said: "The fog of war is so dense and there are so many monsters. It is not easy for our 100-member team to advance. Can your assassin come back alive?"

    At this moment, an Assassin's Creed team member covered in blood gently landed in front of Captain 172.

    Captain 172 sneered: "My teammates are the best scouts and assassins! Don't forget the shadow of death we brought to you in the past few team battles."

    As soon as these words came out, the powerful teams such as the Ashan Brotherhood, the Mac White House Team, and the Sea Drifters all looked at him angrily.

    In past team battles, the one who caused them the most damage was none other than this extremely mysterious Assassin's Creed team.

    Their adventurers are full of unyielding assassin energy.

    Every time you take action, it will almost certainly cause huge casualties.

    These guys are simply more fanatical than the most fanatical religious elements.

    For them, death is not a fear, but a kind of happiness.

    Captain No. 172 pointed to the east: "That is the Weeping Wasteland. There is a return point to New Tristram on the edge. Walking 2000 meters inside is the Abandoned Cemetery. But my scout told me that there are many enemies.  And with elite monsters guarding us, a bloody battle is inevitable.¡±

    The accuracy of this information made all the Sudanese adventurer captains feel shocked.

    After No. 172 finished speaking, the seriously injured team member beside him couldn't hold on and almost fell down.

    No. 172 took out a syringe and punched it in.

    The team member took a deep breath of refreshment, as if he had entered the paradise world. He immediately stood up again in high spirits. The bleeding injuries on his body were completely ignored by him.

    Even Yakun and Saiyiwu looked at each other, which was really weird.

    Captain No. 172, as if nothing had happened, smiled at the teammate who almost died: "In a land full of honey and milk, how does 49 virgins taste like?"

    The teammate said solemnly: "When I go back this time, can you let me go to Lost Paradise again?"

    Captain No. 172 sneered: "Of course!"

    The teammate¡¯s eyes, which were deeply hidden under the hood, erupted with a burst of brilliance.

    Yakun whispered to Saiyiwu: "There seems to be something weird about these madmen in ancient Persia."

    As the captain of the Ashan Brotherhood, Saiyiwu naturally knows a lot of secrets. He smiled bitterly and said: "The reason why the Assassin's Creed team is strong is that they have a lost paradise. It is in the bloody city, and even we cannot grasp the exact location.  A valley. In the valley, there are the most beautiful things in the bloody city. The most beautiful scenery, the most beautiful women, the most comfortable experience, everything is built in it.  The secret realm is also their paradise.¡±

    "The adventurers of the Assassin's Creed team do not rely on the profits from adventures. Their legitimate business is to accept various murder commissions and assassinate the super powerful people in space. Their number and strength are actually much more than what they see in front of them.  Adventurers from the outer city, but strong ones from the inner city and above, are all hidden in each team, reincarnating as ordinary adventurers."

    Yakun exclaimed: "No wonder! I'm still wondering how the Sultanate, which has two major sects, Xunyou and Shiye, allows an assassin sect that believes in the ancient Persian god to survive to this day. It turns out that they are so mysterious and so powerful."

    Sai Yiwu nodded and said: "They are hiding so deeply that it is almost impossible to know their exact identities. Only when their group of elders issue an assassination order will these masters hidden in the major teams strike at critical moments.  Those who have made great achievements by sealing the throats of important targets can enter this lost paradise and enjoy the entire vacation! That is the best reward for them. After their death, their souls will be collected forever.  Put them in the Lost Paradise and enjoy the best services forever. That's why these assassins are so crazy. I heard that their final test is to jump from the crater of Doomsday in the West to the abyss of boiling magma alive!  The one who comes out is the elder! This is called a leap of faith.¡±

    Yakun remained silent.

    Although he is a devout believer in God and has met countless extreme believers in the Sudanese God, none of them seem to be so crazy.

    Saiyiwu waved his hand, the adventure of Sudan United??, and then followed, cutting through the waves and rushing to the east in the sea of ??undead and monsters.

    Du Yu and others are fighting against various zombies, skeletons, hungry zombies, vomiting female corpses, etc. on the ruins of the old town.  Suddenly Captain No. 2 roared and struck with a shield, causing a zombie in front of him to disintegrate and drop a light blue magic weapon!  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!
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