These players are more cunning than cunning

Chapter 169: Time-limited Tower Defense, Go Go Go
The blacksmiths on the mountain began to mobilize.

"The ancestor has resurrected?"

"Fuck!"

"The boss copy has been refreshed."

"Stop making trouble. The ancestor died once and has recovered from his awakening and become an ordinary ember. There is no need to kill him again."

"Everyone go and worship your ancestors."

Everybody was noisy.

Everyone was very curious about the mysterious ancestor.

After all, I have already met the first two, and only the last one is left.

They, who have an obsession with reading the entire illustrated encyclopedia, have finally waited for this day.

Jiucairong began to organize everyone:
"Although according to reliable intelligence, the reborn ember is likely to have no memories."

"But we still have to be on guard, a familiar face who had chopped the ancestor before is coming out."

More than twenty blacksmiths came out hesitantly.

"Money Boy, step out."

A group of money boys also walked out somewhat awkwardly.

"Very good, our ancestors' human bloodline, charge forward."

As Ning Zheng opened the teleportation array, they began to arrive at the location of Pingzu's paper house.

This place is already in ruins, with all kinds of broken buildings and many wandering embers floating around.

And his eyes were red and he was extremely furious.

Seeing these fresh and delicious little blacksmiths, they immediately jumped over with joy.

Several blacksmiths were bitten on the spot.

"Help." "Fuck." "Sneak attack, no moral principles." "The dog planner is trying to kill by opening the door."

The screams of a group of people came one after another.

The blacksmiths behind saw this scene but did not help.

The main character is a betrayer of his brother.

"Hahahaha" they ran away laughing and ran back to the teleportation array.

It’s not that they cherish their lives, but they want to die meaningfully!
If you die at the hands of the embers, your bones, flesh and blood will be sucked away and become part of the flesh and blood of the ember bubble.

If a corpse cannot be used to make iron, then wouldn't it be a waste of life? A loss of blood?
A group of people returned to the teleportation array and said to the blacksmiths who were queuing up behind them:
"Fuck, don't go over there, there are so many monsters on the other side!"

"Those animals were mauled to death."

"Hahahaha, they lost everything!"

Su Yu Niang was also confused and asked the blacksmiths who were gloating over the misfortune:
"The teleportation array on the opposite side is full of monsters, piled up on the ruins of the ancestor's paper house. Why don't they come up the mountain to the inn?"

"Their eyes are red, which means they are starting to go crazy." Dao Jiujiu analyzed, "They were probably halfway up the mountain, preparing to get closer, when they gradually lost their minds and started wandering around here."

Everyone thought about it and felt that it made sense.

He must have heard the rumors about the tavern and came here in a hurry.

But the red sun is too close, especially the last three days, which will be the ultimate riot.

They lost their minds and went berserk.

So, just stay where you are, wandering around like a zombie?
"What should I do?"

"We want to worship our ancestors and repair their house, but the place is full of monsters."

"That's for sure! The location of the ancestor is a gap in the villa's defense, so there must be a lot of monsters."

"Let's fight. Let's kill all the monsters and then build a house."

Everyone discussed it.

This time the ancestor worship activity was indeed not that simple.

This dog planner knows how to have fun.

The main plot this time is very clear.

Jiucairong took a sign and stuck it on the gate of the villa.

[Emergency Mission: The Third Ancestor Worship]

[Task introduction: Please cross the teleportation array, build a frontier base, face the sea of monsters, repair the ancestor's paper house, and hold on until the ancestor's resurrection CD. ]

Everyone became excited when they heard it.

There's another siege here!
Unlike the air battle with Crow, this one was a land war.

Although the sound of blacksmithing is fun, it would also be nice to do some exciting activities!

They calculated it.

There are two types of monsters to guard against:
The Five Body Realm is vicious and treacherous: Like most Five Body Realms, it is a close combat.

The fourth visceral realm is fierce and strange: the movements are flexible, the internal organs have abundant magical power, and they are mainly good at long-range spell attacks.

"Do you want to kill a foster father? A foster father can make a lot of soldiers, the more the better, a bunch of archers will come and clean up, how easy is that."

Someone suggested.

"Bah, this will lower the evaluation." Jiucai Rong disagreed, "We have a chance to win!"

"Their riot also means that they are most likely insane. We can set traps to deal with these stupid people."

They discussed it together and prepared to start.

"rush!"

"Kill the duck!"

The first wave of teams in the teleportation array was the powerful shield soldiers led by the Golden Money Boy.

Trample! Trample! They walked steadily, carrying large copper shields in front of them, ready to push open a place to land.

Wow! ~
As soon as I came in, the massive siege I had imagined did not happen, and most of the monsters were still gnawing on the corpses.

"Those dead blacksmiths actually performed a great deed."

"Damn, it's even scarier. Did you see those two leading the way in gnawing on the corpse? The other monsters dared not say a word. Could they be the fourth-level vicious monsters?" "Boss, there are actually two of them!"

"Hurry up and stick the shield into the ground."

"The city wall defense line."

"Fuck, my blood is boiling. Cold weapon war."

The magic bronze shield is a very good defense, and even a weak monster in the fifth body realm cannot break it easily.

It even has a great ability to restrain the evil spells of the four internal organs.

Because the essence of these coppers is energy storage.

Spells are also a type of energy and can absorb some spell damage.

In fact, it was only this group of blacksmiths who owned mines at home that could afford to buy rough French copper, copper shields, and French copper arrows for fighting.

This is equivalent to using half of a magic weapon to block spells.

Of course, these French copper rough pieces will not cause any losses if they are returned to the furnace for recasting.

After the ghosts finished eating, they began to besiege them.

Especially the two four-organ realm creatures that were ferocious and strange. After eating the flesh and blood, they seemed to have regained some consciousness and looked at them.

"Hehe, what are these people doing?" One of them was a thin and sickly scholar.

The other one was a skinny middle-aged man. "I remember you ran away in fear just now. You were still making a hahaha sound of gloating. How come you're back again?"

This is a bit weird.

He laughed, which was obviously heartless, but he came back to save the body? This is inexplicable.

"You don't think that a group of cultivators in the Oneness Realm can fight against us, do you?"

Both of them believed that they were not dead.

But they are not good people either.

He was originally a talisman master, but he escaped from the city and temporarily changed his profession to a robbery cultivator.

Even if it is not a combat profession, the talent is just a magical spell to assist in painting talismans.

But the four internal organs are just the four internal organs.

Just relying on pure realm suppression, he could kill most of the Five Body Realm combat monks.

In their eyes, mortals can be killed at will.

The oneness realm before them was just the cultivation of a brain, which at most could only keep up with their movements.

But can their hands and feet keep up?
"kill!"

The two of them teamed up to cast a few common wood spells at the magic bronze shield, but found that it only killed the person and smashed the shield away.

None of the people behind him died.

"It's so hard, it turns out to be French copper. How do they have this thing as a shield?" Their eyes flashed with heat and surprise.

If magic doesn't work, then don't use it.

They charged straight into the group of shield soldiers.

"The boss is coming."

"Raise your shield! Raise your shield!"

"Block it!"

"What should we do next?"

"You are stupid. Hold the boss back and clear the rest of the monsters in the dungeon first."

The blacksmiths held their shields in front.

But before they could hold it up for long, someone got scared and dropped his shield and ran away.

"Fuck, run!"

"I don't want to die."

"Damn it, you cowards, run away!" Someone took the lead and ran away, and the rest of the blacksmiths also followed, abandoning their shields and running away.

"Morale is gone just like that?"

"You are so weak."

The two Tribulation Cultivators sneered.

They chased after them, blood splattered, and one by one they fell in a pool of blood.

But after several blacksmiths were killed, the fleeing blacksmiths turned around and saw:
"Fuck, I didn't eat the corpse this time."

"I guess the previous ones fed their empty bubbles, so they are no longer lacking meat in their bodies."

"Why are you running away? If you don't eat the corpse, everything will be fine."

The two Tribulation Cultivators frowned secretly upon hearing this. Who did he think they were?
Although they kill and rob, they are not so perverted that they cannot accept cannibalism both psychologically and physiologically.

Although they couldn't understand what they were saying, it didn't stop them from continuing to hunt down these deserters.

But a terrifying scene appeared.

The deserters suddenly regained their morale.

"Brothers, kill the boss."

"He doesn't eat people. I said this bastard planner wouldn't be so deceiving."

"Then I am not afraid of death. My body can be thrown into the forge."

They stopped running and turned around to pick up the shields on the ground and held them in front of them.

They came from all directions with shields raised, trying to squeeze the two of them in the middle. The two monks looked at each other as if they were crazy. They were raising shields to squeeze them into a sandwich?
"This is the first time I've seen someone so stupid. Are they scared out of their wits? How can anyone think of how to fight a war?"

"Raise your shield and squeeze over. Are you here to die?"

"I don't know either! Damn, why are their eyes red? They look a little excited. I'm a little scared."

Although they looted refugees and independent cultivators, they were essentially just two pampered talisman masters.

I've never experienced any decent battles, so I've never seen anything so outrageous.

These people are holding up shields and surrounding them by force. Who is the stronger party chasing and killing people?
(End of this chapter)