Chapter Five Hundred and Seventy-Eight: My Old Gold Is Back~

Warlord Duru came to the other side of the island.

Compared with the muffled thunder from the energy overload of the space-time gate on the other side of the island, the neighing of the alien legion hounds and the impact of the alien magic iron head, it is very quiet here, and there is no light pollution and sound pollution. In contrast, it is like paradise.

When he came to the small building on the other side, Du Lu stood respectfully, and through the lights in the room, he saw the black shadow that was burning like fire reflected on the glass.

"My lord, Lord Abuza asked me to say hello to you." Dulu, who was deeply and unpredictable in front of Dean and Aziz before, was now obediently like a baby outside the house.

The dark shadow on the window disappeared suddenly, and the only light in the room also dimmed and disappeared.

Taking advantage of the sky-high firelight on the other side of the island, Dulu saw a black shadow suddenly appear on the ground, like a ghost fire, swimming around him. The temperature of the air dropped suddenly, it was bone-chilling, the soft ground was visibly frosted, and Dulu could even breathe white air out of his breath.

"I heard that your attack failed? Tsk tsk tsk... It's really rare." Sombra's tone was joking, and as the war lord who attacked the wasteland, Dulu could only nod and bow his head, take all these jokes, and dare not show it. Any disobedience and disobedience.

Hei Ying is the person who wants to please the boss of his own boss. His identity and status are very secretive, extremely mysterious, and he has never shown his true face. Dulu only learned from Abu Dha's few words that the person in front of him was a pivotal figure in the entire Outworld, and he acted casually, without even being restrained by the Outworld leader Thanos.

Dulu knelt down on one knee, his eyes resolutely said: "The last defeat has lost the trust of Lord Abu Dhabi. This time, I will definitely sweep the wasteland!"

The shadow made a piercing Jie Jie smile: "If even the Legion Vanguard and other war messengers can't crusade the wasteland, then where do you think Abu Zha will send you?"

Sombra's rhetorical question sent chills down Dulu's spine. Thinking of Alien's method of treating the defeated and the situation in the Bitter Cold Land, Dulu couldn't help clenching his fists. This time he could not fail again. Link, ask for a reward from Adjutant Abuza.

"Sir, if you need me anywhere, please instruct me. In the order of Lord Abuza, your request has a higher priority than capturing the wasteland."

The black shadow swam on the ground, and wherever it passed, the ground was white and frosty, and the cold air was threatening.

"Oh? As long as it's my order, will you execute it unconditionally?"

Sombra's rhetorical question once again made Dulu's heart tighten. It is rumored that this Lord Sombra has an eccentric personality and behaves perversely. If he is really given an impossible task, so that he can't capture the wasteland, and he will be sent to the bitter cold planet by the jury later, then it will be useless to complain.

But the words have been released, and now he is no longer allowed to go back.

Hei Ying let out a sly laugh, and then said slowly: "Then I want you to give up attacking the wasteland... how?"

Dulu's face was ashen, his lips trembling, and he was speechless.

"Hehe, it scares you, this planet has a lot of interesting things, but you should act well and don't waste too much time in the wasteland. Star searchers have found several low-level civilization planets in the Vatican galaxy. Now, the army must always be on guard against the attack of the [First Order], and make things earlier to avoid unforeseen complications."

After finishing speaking, the shadow disappeared, the chill around him disappeared immediately, and the pressure lingering around Dulu also dissipated.

Dulu let out a sigh of turbidity, did not dare to stay any longer, and left cautiously, for fear that Lord Sombra would suddenly regret it.

After walking away,

Only then did Dulu feel that the pressure on his body was greatly reduced, he wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, and looked back with lingering fears. This man is too evil. He does everything according to his own will, and no one can check and balance him.

The shadow returned to the room, and the lights suddenly turned on again.

With black flames surging around him, he slowly pushed open a door and looked at the boy holding the little girl in the room. His voice was very seductive, like a demon king who abducted and traded.

"Think about it, as long as you agree to my request, I will rescue your sister, so that she can speak like a normal person, and keep her healthy and long. Otherwise, with her current state of exhaustion, I am afraid it will be very difficult. Get through next month."

The boy hugged the unconscious sister in his arms, looking at her pale cheeks and the brows that were frowning together slightly, he seemed to be able to feel the pain she was suffering now.

The shadow is still bewitching: "This planet is full of sin and injustice. You and your sister have suffered so much. Don't you want to break the rules of imprisonment and make this world fair?"

Sean was silent, just staring at the unconscious sister in his arms.

"Let me remind you again, if your sister doesn't receive treatment, after you think about it, I can't guarantee that she will be fine."

The shadow slowly exited the room, and a voice came from behind him after just two steps: "What is the price of curing my sister?"

The black shadow turned around suddenly, the black fire all over his body was surging, and his voice trembled excitedly: "The price is to accept my experiment, then you will bid farewell to your weak body, completely stimulate the treasures in your body, and you will have extraordinary abilities and Life, don't have to think about birth, old age, sickness and death, you can be with your sister forever."

Sean's eyes flashed, heaven and man were at war, and after a long time, his clenched hands finally stretched.

"How, your result is..."

Sean slowly raised his head, stared at the black fierce fire in front of him, and said his choice: "I want you to save my sister first."

Black Fiery Jie Jie laughed: "No problem, you will be thankful for your wise decision. Your sister will recover! And you, will become the most versatile warrior in the history of Alien..."

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Essia.

After the efforts of soldiers and players, the work of cleaning up the battlefield has come to an end, and the next step is the reconstruction of the fortifications.

After this war, the front line ushered in a rare moment of tranquility.

There are no longer scattered shadow dogs on the beach, only the sound of the waves blowing in the wind.

Everyone is enjoying this rare quietness. Players barter in the open space of Essia city, or go to the military camp to hand over tasks. Soldiers were holding guns and looking for a place to rest on their backs at will. The high-intensity defenses of the past few days have made them exhausted. Only by nourishing their spirits can they cope with the next battle.

The news of the victory on the front line spread to thousands of households in the Free Federation with the post-war interviews and filming of Shadu TV staff. In addition to the post-war shooting, the photographers on the TV tower also captured the first-hand battle information during the massive alien attack, including the time barrier of the alien monsters, the simple and domineering way of attack, and the number of terrifying shadow dogs. And the ability to collaborate is impressive.

Before, everyone only knew that there was an alien force invading the wasteland, but there was no concept of what image, strength and geometry.

However, after watching the battle scenes shot in the TV tower, the people of the wasteland knew the horror of the enemy.

With the strength of Sandu and Esia itself, the Free Federation was at a disadvantage for a while after the battle began. Only individual strong individuals and groups could barely resist the enemy's tide-like attack. The seaside defense was once occupied, and the battle began in the southern slums.

Just at this critical moment, the Dragon God appeared from the ground, and Link and his pet army descended like divine soldiers, turning the situation around in one fell swoop.

The Alien Legion, which was so powerful before, was vulnerable in front of Link's pet legion and was as brittle as paper.

The viewers watching on TV were apprehensive, clenched their fists, and felt a deep sense of substitution, and even once felt that the wasteland had no chance of winning. But after seeing Link's bravery, the hanging heart finally fell. As long as Link is there, the wasteland can hold on, and Alien has no chance of winning.

The previous battles were all battles between forces within the wasteland.

But this time the Free Federation represents the entire wasteland, fighting the interstellar invaders.

Even dissidents who disagreed with Link's philosophy praised the battle, saying that Link had kept the dignity of the wasteland.

The Free Federation accounted for about 80% of the population of the entire wasteland. So Link's popularity peaked again when the news of the Free Commonwealth came out. In addition, the Monster Security Company also opened a branch in the scattered land, so the news also spread to the place where the remaining 20% ​​of the population are.

Whether Link's iron-fisted rule or monopoly methods are criticized, his performance in this foreign-related war is beyond doubt. Except for the unscrupulous people who take the opportunity to be embarrassed, no matter how unfamiliar others are, they should give a thumbs up and praise a man!

The happiest is the people who have moved to New Asia.

When they saw from the TV screen that there was such a ferocious battle in a home that was hundreds of miles apart, they all showed surprise, folded their hands together and prayed silently for the head of state Link. If it wasn't for Link's mobilization to arrange for them to evacuate, I'm afraid they have now become the souls of the war.

The news of the victory of the first confrontation spread all over the wasteland, and everyone was filled with a cheerful atmosphere. In the frontline camp, the soldiers were resting and rejoicing for a big victory. Only in the coach's tent, the atmosphere was serious.

Others don't know Alien's next actions, and they thought that Alien would know the power of the wasteland after this war, and chose to avoid the edge for a while. But only Link understands that the first battle of Alien Star has failed, and the wasteland will usher in a more powerful army and attack.

This time, the soldiers and players barely stopped the alien demons and shadow dogs, but next time Alien will dispatch stronger terrorist tacticians and banshees to face a stronger combined army, if the soldiers cannot upgrade their tactics and weapons and equipment , the player does not upgrade the level, then the next confrontation, more than 90% of the soldiers and players will be smashed into the sand.

Using the sand of time to temporarily enhance one's own strength is one aspect, and the transformed shadow dog can only drink poison to quench thirst, and cannot solve the fundamental problem. Link even planned to find a few alien demon corpses to synthesize to temporarily increase the strength of the team.

Helen's new weapons are being distributed, and players can purchase them with Contribution Points or Wasteland Coins. The 'Sky Eye' satellite is still under development, and there is still some time before launch. In fact, this is not what Link is most worried about. Link is most worried now that the alien portal will explode again in Longcheng or Faye.

This battle already requires him to come forward to reverse the situation. If there is another portal, he will really be exhausted.

Seeing Link's brows tighten, Benjamin and the Duke were also worried.

Except for the three people, and Benjamin's secretary, no one else knows more information about Alien, let alone the issue of Alien arms.

The ignorant are fearless.

It is precisely because they do not know the strength of the enemy that everyone can burst into joy after victory.

But it was also because he knew the depth of the enemy that the head coach's tent was dead.

Terrorist tacticians and banshees are stronger than alien demons, and terrorist tacticians are proficient in tactics and tactics. Once led by this type of troops to attack, it will cause them a lot of trouble.

Banshees are good at secret techniques, and can control the enemy with weak mental ability, cooperate with terrorist tacticians, sneak in, assassinate, and destroy, which is hard to prevent.

Coupled with the army of alien demons and shadow dogs, it will only make people more headaches.

The formation of the constellations can reduce the ability of alien demons, as for the ability of the banshee...

Link hesitated, not knowing whether to make the Dream Sending Demon public.

The gluttonous feast, the mysterious projection and the corrupted dream of the Dream Demon can restrain the mind control of the banshee, but once it appears, Link has one less trump card.

Just when the three of them were in a gloomy mood.

In the desert outside Essia.

Suddenly, a circle of desert sank downward, and the vortex-like subsidence formed a small quicksand, whose diameter gradually expanded from one meter, forming a quicksand vortex of about ten meters.

Players who were scavenging nearby were keenly aware of the quicksand vortex in the desert.

Many players around gathered all gathered, excited and nervous in their eyes. Excited that it might be some special event with a big reward, nervous that it might be an alien trick.

The players each took out their strongest weapons, guarded the outer circle of the sunken desert, and waited to go.

The sinking quicksand was like a waterfall, and a half-moon-shaped crypt appeared after the sand curtain passed.

All the players swallowed their saliva and looked nervously at the crypt.

Sudden.

A fat parrot jumped out of the crypt, wrapped in a gorgeous golden robe that reached the ground, looking bloated, luxurious and rich.

"Dear friends, my macaw is back~"

Immediately, the macaw was dumbfounded, and all the aliens around were holding guns at it.

As for the waiting aliens, the expressions on their faces gradually became complicated, and then Qi Qi pulled over.

"Cut~ I thought it was an emergency. It turned out to be Lao Jin! It's boring, I'll slip away first."

"I slipped too, wait for me."

Players are still very familiar with Lao Jin.

As a talking parrot with an eighth-level Zaun dialect, Lao Jin is still very influential in the player community.

Moreover, as one of the few NPCs who can interact with players and issue tasks, it has also triggered a series of discussions among players.

But after getting acquainted with it, players all know that this fat bird is indifferent and whimsical all day long.

The surrounding players gradually left, and the macaw saw that the audience had left, and his grand debut was about to end anticlimactic, so he panicked immediately and shouted: "Oh don't go, I'm not coming back alone this time, you guys Open your eyes and take a good look at this lineup!"