Tapirliang almost had a seizure on the spot, and wanted to stop this annoying sand sculpture for seconds, but he held back after thinking about it.

At that time, if things really get out of control, he has to face that You Yu directly - and then You Yu happens to be the clone of Harakti, the creator **** of light, then he must find a way to give himself. Find a way out.

The sand sculpture in front of him was one of his options.

The biggest weakness of the righteous camp is that it is always **** and always has to consider protecting the weak. As long as some weak chickens that are useless are used as shields in front of you, it is easy to make the opponent throw a rat.

And no bargaining at eighty with a hammer, at this time, he is the number one hostage candidate in Tapir's eyes!

In addition, he also targeted the old man named Simon in the priest group, because the old guy looked exactly like the grandfather of the game three thousand years later, and if he was caught as a hostage, the restrictions on the game should be even greater.

And the "Millennium Key" in Simon's hand, he originally planned to grab it.

Thinking of this, he simply did not say a word for a while, and only looked at the sand sculpture that was in danger without knowing it, and even foolishly filled the sack with gold.

Take it, you can take it.

You end this sad life with that pile of virtual treasures!

The Great Evil God thinks that he is still the chess player who devises strategies and controls everything, and feels that one strike and eighty dollars without bargaining are just his chess pieces, or the kind with a foolish head and no threat.

As everyone knows, this sand sculpture is still posting messages in the forum while picking up garbage.

"@一 Hammer 80 don't bargain, brother, hasn't your position changed? We're going to push the tower!" It was Xuelang who sent the message.

"I'm here, I'm still here." While replying without counter-offering, he easily shared his location information.

"Okay, wait a few minutes for us, we'll be there soon."

Zaijie couldn’t escape a small yellow bean smile and tweeted: “Good guy, Wang Xian and the seven priests are here, and there is a huge army behind them, it’s like fighting a national war in an RPG. ."

"What is the Great Evil God doing?" Kekou Xuebi asked, "Take a photo to see?"

He was trying to stuff a golden alchemy gladiator plate into the sack, and he was busy with a hammer, and he turned his head and took a picture of Tapir Liang.

The picture was posted on the forum, and in the picture is a tapir biting beef with his legs up in his pants.

"Good guy, the food can be improved. There's even beef."

Ye Liangchen, a local, said, and posted a picture of the "Evil God chewing garlic" that Zhang Yichuan didn't bargain for a while ago.

"The Evil God Chewing Garlic" was also secretly intercepted when he followed Tapirang with a hammer, and it has become popular in the forum now, and has been turned into various emoticons by sand sculpture players.

"Isn't it here yet?" Posted without counter-offer.

"Come here, it's almost the door!" Xue Lang replied.

"Wait a minute, wait for two minutes before entering! I see that the Great Evil God just finished eating and seems to be taking a nap..."

"..."

In the midst of the clamor, the pharaoh's crusade had marched mightily from the king's city to Tapirian's stronghold.

You may ask, in such an important place as a stronghold, how could Tapirang not arrange for people to let the wind out at all?

Hey, he really arranged for people to let the wind outside...

...Arranged for a corps of undead.

However, I don't know if it's because the undead soldiers themselves are so stupid or the AI ​​of this dark game has a problem. In short, the army of others has opened up to the opposite door, and this team of undead guards is still standing in the same place as if they were blind. , does not move at all.

True gatekeeper.

Nothing but the door.

It was found that the gatekeepers on the opposite side seemed to be really just decorations, so the priests discussed with the Pharaoh and his friends and decided not to force a breakthrough for the time being, but to set up a perfect and airtight place to come out.

So everyone summoned monsters, arranged traps, and the troops quickly dispersed under the command of their respective team leaders, blocking Tapirang's stronghold in the middle in a fan-shaped area.

The priests also began to arrange those large-scale spells with long preparation time and powerful power. A team of Egyptian soldiers dragged out what looked like a super ancient anti-aircraft gun - but this thing seemed to be powered by magic. The two priests carved a magic circle behind the magic cannon and cast spells.

As the strongest mage, the priest Mahad was naturally not idle, and began to arrange large-scale spells with very complicated pre-work on the periphery. As the number one disciple, Mana ran around under the instructions of her master and was very busy.

It took more than half an hour to prepare, during which the naive gatekeeper undead remained completely motionless, until the cannons were set up, the barrier was activated, and the entire stronghold was surrounded by groups, and they still stood stiffly like the gatekeepers.

During this period, the players kept checking the "inside" inside to confirm the situation.

"Don't worry, the Great Evil God is taking a nap, and he is sleeping soundly!"

A video of about five or six seconds was attached when Yi hammer 80 didn't bargain. In the video, Tapir Liang was sleeping soundly in that red robe, snoring loudly.

When the preparations were completed, the Pharaoh gave an order, and the crusade against the evil gods kicked off.

The highest-level magic barrier was activated, and at the same instant, the surging torrent of the magic cannon instantly smashed a bunch of silly dead spirits to pieces at the door.

The big evil **** who was snoring suddenly woke up from his dream, sat up suddenly and looked around, his panicked expression seemed to say—

- What the hell? God horse situation? Guangchuang is calling?

When he realized that the enemy had already started to push the tower, his own gang of Han Han undead were still hanging up, Tapir almost exploded his lungs.

But now he has no time to think about it. Hiding in the dark and taking the initiative to attack is his biggest advantage in this game. At this moment, when the whole army is pushing to the door, his advantage is gone.

What else can I do? run.

The Egyptian soldiers poured in like a tide under the leadership of the priests, and they came from different directions.

"Cut, a bunch of chops."

Malik quickly summoned several monsters and ordered them to rush in different directions to meet the opponent.

"Go, prepare to retreat!"

Tapirian summoned as many undead soldiers as possible~lightnovelpub.net~ let them temporarily resist the enemy slowing down the progress, and turned to Malik at the same time.

"We have no advantage in fighting here, let's get out of here first!"

Malik let out a sigh, as if he was a little unhappy with Tapir's attitude of admitting counsel. But he still didn't say much, got up and prepared to go with Tapir Liang.

Tapirang was rushing to escape, but he suddenly realized that he had forgotten something. He turned his head and found that he was putting something in the sack without paying eighty percent for a hammer...

Tapir Liang was almost not mad at him.

When is the MD, still picking it up?

Are you so poor?

As soon as Tapir's arm was long, he couldn't help but say that he would lift a hammer for eighty dollars without counter-offering, then turned his head and ran away.

He was holding the sand sculpture in his hands, dragging two large sacks in his hands, with a blank expression on his face.

ha? arrest me for what? What is this hidden story?