"The plant knows the locations of seven people, but there's still one who's alone. Let's find him first."
"Cut off this man's head and take it to the elders to claim your reward."
A forest dweller put away his bow and arrows, walked towards the thicket of thorns, and casually drew a dagger from his waistband.
"Pooh!"
A sudden sound... A dagger was held in front of him, the others drew their bows and arrows, and the forest dweller stared coldly at the thicket of thorns.
"Damn it, raw meat gets stuck in my teeth." The traffic light's clothes weren't even torn, and its eyes flashed with eerie light—red, yellow, green...
“You’re out of luck,” the traffic light said, its left eye red and its right eye green. “Red light—stop crossing.”
The "traffic light" in traffic lights: red light means stop, green light means go, yellow light, etc. Left eye is the enemy, right eye is yourself.
Note: What if you had three eyes? What if you had eight eyes? Also, does the anus count as an eye? Ma Yan....(shaded out)
The forester stood still.
The wind blew, petals fell like rain, and the traffic light snapped off a bunch of thorns, flicking them out one by one as if playing with them.
"The Land God (Huawei Version)"
Smoke billows up, and the land emerges.
"Call the bonsai back and inform everyone that the indigenous people I met in this group can communicate with plants."
"I understand."
The signal light flicked out the last thorn from the palm of his hand, leaving only two foresters standing.
"Misjudgment? Oh well, Thanos only killed half the people, I can keep two alive." Signal Light clapped his hands and drew his spear.
Without any visible movement, the ground cracked open, and the other person had vanished from the spot.
After 60 seconds of red light, the two surviving foresters fled in panic.
Not far away, a tree branch, blown by the wind, followed along, swaying and staggering.
"Celestial Moth Style - Tree Branch Mimicry"
It's a minor C-level skill that should have been phased out long ago, but it's been kept because it's useful.
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Northwest Line.
The national team consists of 11 players.
Gunshots rang out, bullets buzzed, and soldiers in combat uniforms advanced side by side, their submachine guns spitting out plumes of white smoke.
The charging dwarves fell in rows and rows.
The gunfire stopped.
Thirty soldiers simultaneously released their out-of-bullet submachine guns, drew their pistols from their right thighs, and moved in perfect unison.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Each shot was a pinpoint kill, every bullet hitting its mark.
They are human, yet they are as unstoppable as bulldozers.
"Report: The enemy has been completely annihilated. Requesting instructions!"
"Thank you for your hard work." Hou Feng nodded. "You've run out of bullets, go back now."
"yes!"
The soldiers vanished, leaving behind a ground littered with dwarf corpses.
"How exactly were we discovered?" 'Ambitious' pulled open his clothes and hung his 'Platoon Leader' rank insignia' inside. There, he found a whole bunch of 'rank insignia'.
"It seems the people on this planet are not simple."
A mist rose from the ground, and the earth emerged.
"...Confirming our actions through plants?" Hou Feng frowned after hearing the intelligence.
"Should I set it on fire?" The female player 'Fiery Phoenix' was itching to try.
"No rush," Hou Feng said. "This place is rich in resources; it would be a shame to destroy it."
"Captain, who cares about these things in a war of life and death? When fighting breaks out, isn't the first priority to destroy buildings, farmland, water conservancy projects, and natural gas pipelines? These are all priority targets to destroy."
“I said ‘no rush,’” Hou Feng explained patiently. “When there’s really no other way, we’ll set it on fire.”
"I don't care about anything else, leave the experts to me," the Little Martial Saint interjected.
“You can go to the ‘Master’,” the ‘Doorplate’ said in a muffled voice.
“It’s written in black and white, so how can we cause him trouble?” the Little Martial Saint replied.
The 'Lord' rarely appears; the only time he does is when he appears at the church with Afrona and other members of the Mafia.
Upon seeing Aferona behind Li Changzhou, the national team members immediately confirmed that Li Changzhou was the 'master'!
Killing the master grants one the "unfettered" birth, allowing one to learn any skill, use any item, escape punishment for mission failure, and even steal other players' missions. As long as one has side quests active, one can remain in the past, utilizing the time difference to cultivate, search for secret manuals or treasures...
There are many benefits, but considering Li Changzhou's strength, the income and expenditure are not worthwhile.
Even though some experts believe that "origin" could not have been as simple as it is now, just as the three elements of success—origin, talent, and effort—have their origins as the most important.
In the value game, "origin" should be of equal importance and will certainly have an even more important use in the future.
“You can break through for the fifth time.” 'Aman,' with a dark red scarf wrapped around his neck, took a bite of the strange fruit in his hand.
"Even five breakthroughs wouldn't be enough to beat them," said 'Doorplate'.
The Little Martial Saint snorted coldly: "You'd better survive his clutches first before you try to provoke me."
"I'm the one who saved you back then." Aman threw away the fruit, spitting it out twice. "Why is it spicy? Chili peppers?"
The "Doorplate" looked at the Little Martial Saint, expecting his answer. The Little Martial Saint looked at his teammates collecting corpse data in front of him, tacitly acknowledging that the topic had ended.
When it comes to military operations, discipline is essential; one cannot act arrogantly or show off personal power.
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Northern Line.
The ten most ruthless, cold-blooded, and extreme players among the 79 players.
They watched as poisonous moths, tea moths, and highly venomous moths flew into the town, following the light.
“Let the poisonous moths reproduce by feeding on these people. We just need to follow behind the army of poisonous moths and clean up the ones that slip through the net.” The ‘insect-catching expert’ licked his lips.
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