Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

Fatty Xu's talent is not high among the team, but he also has combat capabilities.

This ability must be constantly honed and grown through constant battles.

Otherwise, what else was he for? Making ice cream at home?

When Zhang Yi was looking at those people, those people were also looking at the mercenaries in other military formations.

Behind Lamin Ouzhu, the tall alien in snow-white combat uniform crossed his arms, not hiding his gaze at all, and looked at the aliens in the surrounding teams unscrupulously.

Lamin Ouzhu was wearing a black bearskin coat, and his slightly pale face always had an arrogant look on it.

However, as they were about to enter the Demon Kingdom, the head of the Ramin family also felt a little nervous.

She looked at the tall stranger beside her and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Lancelot, are you confident in this operation?"

Lancelot heard this and snorted with a smile.

"Of course! Who do you think I am?"

He leaned over and whispered in Lamin Oju's ear, "Just wait and become the new King of the Snow Region! When I get what's under the Great Snow Mountain, I'll also fulfill your wish."

Lamin Oju took a deep breath, not completely trusting Lancelot's words.

But now, she has no other choice but to trust the other party.

In the Shaza family, among several strangers wearing dark golden combat uniforms, a pair of eyes were quietly observing the surroundings.

The Bharatas worship gold, so their combat uniforms are mostly gold.

Of course, with current optical technology, color camouflage is not a difficult task. This kind of gold will not reflect light in the snow and can only be seen clearly at close range.

A pair of eyes fell on Zhang Yi and others in the distance, with a bit of caution.

Seeing this, Xia Zha Jiacuo approached and asked, "What's wrong? Did you encounter any difficult people?"

The golden-armored stranger turned around and said with a faint smile, "You should be mentally prepared. This time, there will be more than one wolf coming for the treasure of the Demon Kingdom."

Xia Zha Jiacuo's eyes darkened slightly. "More people are good. With more people, we have a chance to fish in troubled waters!"

He looked towards the tall and majestic Sangga Temple. The undertaker and Deji had already arrived in front of the crowd.

"If we try to seize the treasure from Sangjia Monastery alone, it would be like snatching food from a tiger's mouth."

“But now that we have someone who can disrupt the situation, our chances are better.”

The golden-armored stranger smiled and said, "Isn't it that the chances are even greater?"

He restrained his smile, his eyes focused and full of confidence.

"But we must get those things from the Demonic Kingdom!"

New rebel camp.

Luo Zhuo, the Snow Mountain Eagle, looked at the distant mountains. The mountains in front of him were as calm as if they were dead, as if nothing could disturb them.

But when he thought about what was going to happen next, Luo Zhuo couldn't help but open his mouth and take a breath of cold air.

"After two and a half years of waiting, it's finally time to put this matter to rest!"

Zhuoma walked to Luozhuo's side and looked at him with some worry.

"Master Eagle, are you really going to the Demon Kingdom? It's too dangerous there, and if you're not here, we might not be able to accomplish anything on our own."

Luo Zhuo had instructed them that after all the masters from the Snow Region had gone to the Demon Kingdom, the four major chieftain families and the Sangjia Temple would be left empty.

There's no better time to attack than now.

However, Zhuoma was not at ease.

The rebels were too weak. With their strength, if Luo Zhuo wasn't taken into consideration, they couldn't even contend with a single family.

A mysterious smile appeared on Luo Zhuo's face.

"Do you think our power is weak?"

Upon hearing this, Zhuoma subconsciously turned around to look at the old, weak and sick people in the camp.

Seventy percent of the rebels are old and weak, and only 30% are usable fighters.

Luo Zhuo smiled and said, "Don't forget, a single spark can start a prairie fire. I have already sown countless seeds in the past two and a half years, in the four major families and Sangjia Temple."