Chapter 327: Restoring energy

Suddenly, he was hurt by the myth, and Zhang Mu suddenly lost all sleepiness. He put on his shirt and went straight to the 4th floor of the studio.

About 10 minutes later, Zhang Mu sat in front of the computer, logged into the channel and asked, "How many people have they come in total?"

It is hard to imagine that from 4 to 5 o'clock in the morning, there were more than 1,200 people online in the Chinatown voice channel. Before Zhang Mu asked, hundreds of people in the channel were greeting the eighth generation of ancestors of the Frozen Temple.

"Boss!" "President!" "Twelfth Brother!" members shouted.

After everyone calmed down, Myth said: "It is obvious that this attack was planned. There were more than 800 people in total. The worst thing is that their entrance was not below, but in the corner of the Double Merit Zone, we were caught off guard!"

"Don't worry, let me make up for it first." Zhang Muden entered the game and called out the battle video from half an hour ago from the guild's battle records. Only the president has this permission, and no one else knows it.

"It turns out that the evil refuge has also been incorporated by them. Hey, 'Crazy Dragon Pavilion'? What kind of guild is this? It's good at strength." Zhang Mu frowned immediately.

In the battle videos divided into several pictures in the picture, 9 hostile guild members appeared at the same time. Five of them had the titles prefixed with the "Crazy Dragon Pavilion". The troops led by these people were actually a unified 7th-level neutral army, "Bright Golden Armored Dragon". This bright golden Armored Dragon is about 5 meters tall and covered in golden scales. It is a kind of near and far-reaching army. In each battle, it can launch 5 long-range "Dragon Bomb" attacks. The members of Chinatown have never seen such troops before and were caught off guard for a while.

After transferring the backbone of the guild, the Emperor, and the Lord into another single channel, Zhang Mu asked about the specific situation of the Kuanglong Pavilion.

"Crazy Dragon Pavilion is not a guild, it is a studio with about 20 to 30 people. I know the boss "Crazy Dragon". I have dealt with him in other games. How do you say it? He is a very arrogant man with good overall strength." The real person who was awakened by the mythological wound said like a dream.

"Compared with your 'only'?" Zhang Mu asked.

"After half a pound, they are a large number of people..." I told the truth.

"Twelve, they are still on the ancient battlefield now, so I will lead the team to destroy them." The emperor's strength among the bosses is only middle and lower, but this does not affect his love for war at all. He is an absolute war madman and is very popular in the association.

Zhang Mu yawned and said lazily: "It is obvious that there are traitors in our guild, and it is useless to advance on a large scale. I am afraid that before we can enter, they ran away with their tails. Let me do this, Ahshang, Emperor, please inform the members. In the short term, without the guild organization, do not enter the ancient battlefield to level up. If you don't listen, you will be responsible for the consequences."

"By the way, let the more than 200 players who suffered losses come to me at noon tomorrow to receive compensation. The guild should pay some compensation for such man-made disasters."

"Let's just let it go?" The emperor was a little unwilling. Among the more than 200 players who were whitewashed, there were at least 100 Fengwu Battle Songs.

Zhang Mu smiled and said, "It's time to let them be arrogant for a while, we have more important things to do."

"What?"

"Prepare to march into the 7th level map. There are probably no one in the 7th level map yet. Let's take action first and quietly wait for the Frozen Temple and their joining in the 7th level map... Sooner or later, one day, we can avenge this revenge unless they will never advance and stay at 6th level forever."

The emperor worried, "You will advance so quickly? However, there are many members of the members who have not even built the 7th-level troops. If there is a fault in the building tree..."

"Don't worry about this, reputation buildings can be built in the guild." Zhang Mu said with a smile.

I asked sleepily, "When are you planning to lead the guild to advance?"

"Before November, let's clear all the hostile guilds in this map..." Zhang Mu had his own plans. Whether it's guild advancement or single advancement, he must lay a solid foundation in this map. At least he has to clean the world copy and treasure house. It's almost enough to have a month.

"Yao! It's getting late, go and rest. Remember to notify the members not to enter the ancient battlefield. Let's calmly revitalize our energy so that they won't be led by their noses. Rape, alas, these are indispensable in every guild... sleep!" After saying that, Zhang Mu stretched and used 4 to 5 chairs to piece together a temporary small bed, and fell asleep like this - he was so tired.

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At the same time, the Ice Club—

"Hehehehe, this battle is a great victory. It will wash away the previous decadence of our guild. The Crazy Dragon is doing beautifully!" The sharp laughter of the frozen silkworm echoed in the club. The man called the Crazy Dragon smiled softly: "This is nothing. I originally wanted to fight with the Twelve Wings. It was my fault that he had been arrogant for so long."

"Hey, why are you anxious? It's a matter of time. The plan for the present is to quickly improve the strategic level of the members. It's not as hurt as the Myth. The Twelve Wings are on the same 6th level map. What a pity. What do you think, old gun?" The Ice Cover Silkworm was a little lost. Since the 3rd level map, he has been fighting with the Myth openly and secretly. It's a pity that he has never taken any advantage. Now he has finally won, and a bright smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he looks like a villain is successful.

The old gun in the temple pondered and said, "I have come into contact with him in reality. I am young and have a deep mind. Don't be careless. Their Chinatown was promoted to level 2 yesterday, and their strength is much stronger than us. If we really want to compete with the sword and the gun, we may not be his opponent."

As the saying goes, "A loss will lead to wisdom." Since the beginning of national honor, the old gun in the temple has always regarded Zhang Mu as a thorn in his eyes. He has suffered too many losses. No matter how he suppressed him, Zhang Mu will always survive without any danger, and the more he gets better and better. This is almost a problem for him, and his sharp and arrogant edges are almost flattened.

"Old Gun, don't worry too much, the days will be long in the future." Kuanglong laughed in a deep laugh.

"When it comes to this, Crazy Dragon, where did you get your 'Bright Golden Ankyloss Dragon'?"

"Well... this is a trade secret, I can't answer..."

"Oh, you guys are really not good enough."

As the map continues to advance, various strange troops will appear in the players' army bar. As for the source of these troops, almost everyone remains silent and no one will speak up kindly.
Chapter completed!