One Thousand One Hundred and Seventy-Seven, the Storm Is Coming!

This match, as Feng Luo thought, was about the individual first and then the team.

Therefore, at the beginning, except for players like doctors, the rest belonged to a relatively independent small supply point.

After that, when participating players are usually in the second to third areas, they will actually encounter one or two players from their own guild.

Of course, due to the reduction in combat personnel and the time difference between arrivals, it may not be possible to meet until the fourth or fifth hour.

In addition, some expert players will initially be assigned to an area surrounded by foreign enemies, and the time to encounter players from their own guild will be delayed, just like Feng Luo, who did not encounter them for the first time until the sixth supply point Big Pineapple et al.

However, everyone's tenth supply point will be concentrated in several adjacent supply points.

In this way, in the process of players collecting their own equipment, they can be gradually collected and finally changed from individual battles to guild battles.

Among these supply points, there is one that is geographically the most core, or has special items, and it belongs to the most important "base camp" for the guild.

"Well, it should be like this!"

Feng Luo nodded, thoughtfully.

This conclusion, given enough information, may not be impossible to discover with his analytical ability.

It's just because he was "thrown" into the enemy's area at the beginning, and now he has just encountered Big Pineapple and the others halfway through the supply point. No matter how powerful he is, it is impossible to speculate and draw this conclusion.

"However, in this case, I'm afraid the September Guild will not let go of this shelter easily. It is very likely that this is their base camp!"

However, based on his thinking, based on the information here, he quickly came to another conclusion.

In fact, just as Feng Luo guessed.

Because the area where the refuge is located is actually the most central point of the September guild's distribution range.

Among the glowing equipment in the entire supply point, there are actually more than 70 players belonging to the September guild, and the ability to store food is a special item given to the guild headquarters by the system.

It was also the reason why the September Guild was able to gather three sniper players in a short period of time.

It's just because these are the last few supply points belonging to their guild, so most people haven't reached this area yet, so they don't show much advantage in numbers compared to other guilds.

"Tonight, it is estimated that the storm is really coming!"

Feng Luo looked up and looked outside, his eyes flickering.

"Boom..."

The weather conditions at this time are completely unsuitable for fighting.

"Crackling!"

In the sky, there were lightning and thunder at this time, and the dark clouds rolled and rained down.

The surrounding light is already very dark, almost like midnight, even after the rain, it is definitely night. Among the players who have been fighting for a day, most of them will definitely choose to find a place to wait for dawn.

However, there must be some who want to take advantage of this weather to touch people!

After all, this kind of weather is too difficult to be discovered in advance.

...

At the same time that Feng Luo was talking to the "base camp" team in the city that never sleeps, a conversation was going on in a building that looked like a man-made air-raid shelter, only about two kilometers away.

"At the location of the shelter occupied by the city that never sleeps, nearly one-tenth of our guild members have equipment brushed here!"

"And if we expand this range, in an area with a diameter of about five kilometers, at least one piece of equipment from the entire guild has been brushed here!"

"So, what Mr. Wen means is that that shelter is very important. In theory, it should belong to our 'base camp'!"

In a dark area not illuminated by lights, a voice was relaying certain words.

The content coincides with the judgment of the city that never sleeps.

"Mr. Ge, judging by your appearance, you have already made a judgment on this matter!"

In the center of the air-raid shelter stood a tall, square-faced middle-aged man in his forties.

Wearing dragon patterns and dragon heads on his body, the power armor made of gold as a whole is full of gorgeous and noble atmosphere, and the crystal September guild badge on the chest represents the president, which shows his identity even more.

"Mr. Wen's insight is really amazing. I only had vague thoughts before, but I'm not as clear as him."

Next to the "Golden Warrior", there was a man wearing a retro-style energy robe, like a strategist. The middle-aged player wielding an energy conversion device designed to look like a feather fan replied upon hearing this.

However, as soon as he said this, his brows furrowed vaguely.

"It turns out that this is the case. In other words, it is a must for us!"

"If I had known this earlier, maybe I shouldn't have retreated and left this food to the leaves of the wind. At this time, it wouldn't be emptied by the people of the city that never sleeps."

A sniper player who had ambushed Feng Luo had a regretful expression on his face, and the mech master next to him also frowned.

"Don't worry! Although the food there is not too much, if they can't fit it into the backpack, it is impossible for them to move it away."

The ancient strategist dressed up as a middle-aged player, shook his head and said.

"Also, it may not be a good move for you to choose to retreat. In this way, I have a better plan to implement!"

Afterwards, he gently waved the feather fan of the energy conversion instrument, looking confident.

"Oh, what's your opinion, Mr. Ge?"

The middle-aged man in the "Dragon Pattern Gold Armor" full of extravagance, with the president's badge hanging on his chest, had a rather interested expression on his face.

"Ambush that fallen leaf of the wind again!"

The middle-aged strategist waving a feather fan spoke confidently.

"What? I want to ambush the fallen leaves of the wind, this..."

Hearing this, the sniper player of the Jiuyue guild, who was a little afraid of Feng Luo, had an uneasy expression on his face.

Although he did not participate in the previous ambush.

However, he also learned the detailed development of the matter from the mouths of several participants. Even such a series of precise ambushes failed to kill Feng Luo in the end. Now that Feng Luo has occupied the refuge, it is almost impossible to kill anyone. Chance.

More importantly, the previous ambush must have angered Feng Luo.

If you do it again, if you don't succeed, it may provoke Feng Luo to come and kill their September guild.

He had experienced the feeling of being targeted by a top sniper, and it was really uncomfortable.

"If he can really attract him to actively attack us, that's not necessarily a bad thing!"

"However, the target of this attack is not just the fallen leaves of the wind, but the people who don't know about this hidden situation and occupy our central stronghold in the city that never sleeps!"

The middle-aged player, the strategist, waved his fan and spoke more confidently.

"Although we didn't keep anyone under surveillance, there is no doubt that the city that never sleeps will definitely gather people to defend that stronghold. However, that is our core stronghold, coupled with environmental problems, no matter how many people they can gather at this stage It is impossible to have more than us!"

"Unconsciously, as long as we can take down the defenders in this refuge, then we will be able to secure a foothold in this area."

"After all, according to the situation seen before, in this area, apart from us, they should be the only guild with the potential to win the championship."

For strategist players, the frequency of feather fans is even higher.

"However, if you do this, you will undoubtedly completely offend the city that never sleeps."

"It's not a good thing for the two powerhouses to start fighting so early. If they try their best to fight us regardless of the cost, it will only benefit others in vain!"

The president of the "Dragon Mark Gold Warrior" of the Jiuyue guild seemed hesitant.

In particular, the word "others" is bitten more heavily.

"Mr. Wen, can I ask his opinion!"

Then, he turned his head and asked towards the empty dark area next to him.

"The torrential rain interfered too much with communication, and Mr. Wen couldn't be contacted for the time being."

A rather respectful voice replied.

"There won't be a problem with him!"

Hearing this, the middle-aged Golden Warrior president of the September Guild was a little worried.

"Probably not. Mr. Yiwen's resourcefulness and Lord Sirius' strength are unlikely to cause problems!"

A voice in the darkness replied.

"President, those who achieve great things, should seize the opportunity and make a decisive decision!"

Seeing the "Golden Warrior" so concerned, the middle-aged counselor's face was a little strange, and the frequency of the fan in his hand couldn't help but increase.

"Shen Shou has set up a completely flawless killing situation, but the opponent is still able to escape, which is enough to show that his strength is astonishing."

"In a general sense, we really should avoid a two-horse race with people from the city that never sleeps at this stage."

"However, since we have set the goal of competing for the first place, not to mention the fact that we have completely offended him, then we will inevitably meet him as the 'first person'. Before he has unlocked the 'one' In the case of summoning a BOSS-level pet with the ability, the difficulty of dealing with it will definitely be much smaller than in the future!"

Obviously, the words of the middle-aged strategist had an effect on the hesitant Golden Warrior players.

"To be honest, I'm a little interested in this Fallen Leaf of the Wind. If this kind of talent can be collected in September, then it will definitely be comparable to an ancient unparalleled warrior."

When the middle-aged man heard the words, his eyes flickered, and a decision was obviously made between the words.

"It's just that this kind of person may not be willing to be under others."

The middle-aged man next to him shook the feather fan in his hand and said.

"Yeah, some people, like the real dragons above the nine heavens, don't want to surrender to anyone!"

The president of the Jiuyue guild, who was wearing a golden armor, seemed to be a little emotional.

"Crack!"

At this time, there was a deafening thunder in the sky.

A huge lightning bolt like a spider web flashed across and illuminated most of the night sky.

"Boom..."

Afterwards, even more rainwater poured down on the ground, blurring the view outside even under the light of the air-raid shelter.

"Huh, this kind of heavy rain night is a good time to march and fight!"

The middle-aged president of the Jiuyue guild, wearing a dragon pattern gold armor, pointed at the sky with the broad golden alloy sword in his hand, with a rather heroic expression.