May 1, 1:20 am.

This should be a good time to sleep, but the players who are invincible in the hero struggle all night in the game, with only 48 hours of reputation gained every month. Anyone who is invincible in heroes will not miss such activities. Even office workers will risk being scolded by their boss and tirelessly *** the computers carrying reputation npcs on the map.

"Damn it! Come to the middle of the 4th floor to gather! Kill them! The tigers don't show their power, and they really think we are sick cats!" Suddenly, a loud shout and scolding came from the voice channel in Chinatown, followed by countless people's responses, asking about coordinates, etc.

"Ashang, are you full of reputation? Don't kill people now..." The helmet was covered with a pair of white faces. Although his words meant not to let myths hurt, in fact, he was more irritable than anyone else. This man was Zhang Mu.

Mythshu said angrily: "Fuck, I've been standing on the top of my head. If I don't take people back, will our Chinatown still have face?" Mythshu made real fire very rare, and even speaking to Zhang Mu was full of gunpowder. If it were the case, he wouldn't have been like this.

I said coldly: "Ashang, don't be so ***. Twelve is also for the sake of the brothers. After all, there are a few people who are attacked. If you call me like this, all brothers in Chinatown should not win reputation. Go and kill people together."

"***, how long have you been tolerated? I can't help it anymore! If I don't fuck those *** dogs and Korean dogs, I'm furious!" Myth Sword cursed, and he was completely wiped out by hatred. Perhaps this sentence is not appropriate to describe it, but the myth Sword at this moment is really like a defeated mad dog.

"Brother Shao, calm down." A member of the Silver Lion Legion advised.

Mythical wounds are furious: "Shut up! Are you here or not?"

"Nonsense, of course..." The members of the group were also angry.

****

The whole thing starts a dozen hours ago—

"Boss, why can we fight each other in this Nine Clan War Zone?" A member complained to Zhang Mu in great depression: "I was slaughtered by a group of people just now."

At this time, Zhang Mu was heading towards the "Legend". According to his calculations, if nothing unexpected happens, his reputation in the Holy Temple will reach the "Legend".

Zhang Mu frowned: "I was slaughtered? Who?"

"It seems to be a *** guild, called the 'Emperor'. Alas, the reputation I have earned with hard work." The member cried with a sad face.

Zhang Mu smiled and said, "Remember, you must be patient. Time in the Nine Clan War Zone is very precious. It only takes 48 hours. If you can, please hide. If you can, please wait until you leave the Nine Clan War Zone before you settle the score with them."

The member was reasonable and nodded: "Well, it's nothing, it's just a little depressed. Will they increase their reputation if they kill me?"

Zhang Mu explained: "Yes, in the Nine Clan War Zone, players of other races can gain reputation. The more troops the opponent has, the more reputation they will gain. If they are between the same clans, the first attacker will be punished. Not only will they not be able to gain reputation, but they will also deduct a certain reputation value."

"I understand... his grandma's little ***, kill me and form a team..." The member muttered: "It's nothing, boss, I'll continue to gain reputation!"

Zhang Mu smiled slightly: "Yeah, go."

"These little ***s are so idle! They won't stop winning reputation!" Myths cursed a few angrily.

"Isn't it like this if I don't fight for three days, and I'll go to the house and remove the tiles~" the emperor smiled and said, "It's the best way to calm down and win over your reputation."

"Um."

Time passed by minute by second, and the Nine Clan War Zone, which seemed calm on the surface, gradually became a bit strange, with a strong smell of gunpowder permeating the heads of the players in the war zone.

The million players who have gained popularity in the Nine Clan War Zone include all the eighth-level strongmen in the nine major sections. The players cover the world, as many as 150 countries and thousands of guilds. Not only that, these players are also assigned to the nine major camps by the system according to their races. The degree of chaos can be imagined.

As soon as there are more people, various small tricks appear, and malicious pks can be seen everywhere, fighting between countries, fighting between guilds, fighting between races, fighting between players, fighting between players.

Looking around, wars are everywhere.

Although China City is strong, there are at least millions of players in the Nine Clans battlefield. Among the million players, China City's strength can only be said to be a whale in the ocean, and the waves that can be turned up are very limited.

Zhang Mu saw it in his eyes and remembered it in his heart that in such a harsh and complex environment, large-scale wars would break out sooner or later. So he was very prescient in promulgating a rule in the guild - 'China City players must not take the initiative to fight with any nationality during the period of gaining reputation in the Nine Clan War Zone, and guild players will have to wait for this 48 hours that are crucial to both the players and the guild.'

But the development of things far exceeded Zhang Mu's expectations. In just a few hours, players in Chinatown were attacked hundreds of times. Those players who attacked Chinatown mainly came from the Emperor of the '***', *** Guild, 'Korea'stt, and the Guild of the Republic of Korea.

"Don't let everyone know, you must be calm. The main purpose of their harassment is to prevent us from losing our reputation. Without reputation, you cannot build a level 9 and level 10 barracks, which is very unfavorable to your personal future development."

After receiving countless angry complaints, Zhang Mu had to explain to the guild players in a organized manner.

"It's so fucking too much! We don't care about them. They really regard themselves as the number one person, damn!" Mythical wounds didn't feel anything at all, but as more and more complained about the number of members, the fire in his heart gradually became burning, and he was almost unable to hold back.

"You must hold back and never make things bigger. There are more than 40 hours left, so you can get over it. You legion commanders have told the members that they can form a team to gain reputation, so that they can avoid being maliciously attacked." Zhang Mu said patiently.

"I can only do this for the time being."

Until late at night, at 1:00 a.m., when the *** Guild, which had not made a counterattack for a long time, the Korean Guild began to wipe out the members of Chinatown on a large scale, and even made a slogan openly: "Only abuse Chinatown!"

As a result, they finally successfully angered the myth that was already full of fire and tens of thousands of Chinatown members. Even Zhang Mu's face became increasingly ugly.

"Ah! Hold on! There are only the last 30 hours left, don't fall into their trap!" the emperor advised.

"Honest! Tolerance? I have been tolerating since 9 am! Too fucking! I can't bear it anymore! Didn't I hear me, gather on the 4th floor!"

Zhang Mu suddenly stopped the work in his hand and said slowly: "Ashang, stop gathering members, I'll just go alone."

"What?" Ahshang was a little stunned.
Chapter completed!