Chapter 1319: : The Last Guardian of the Earth

At the edge of the Exile era, the rolling white clouds were turning, and Zhuang not far and others stood above the white clouds and stared down.
Although they
"The cruel Alliance boss's manor ... is it really in this darkness?"
"This is forced by the old turtle, he can't lie ..."
"but……"
Looking at this rolling darkness, there is a sense of crisis in anyone's heart.
It seemed possible to be swallowed by this darkness at any time.
To humans, it can even be said that for any living thing, it is instinctively unwilling to approach this darkness.
"I sent a war dog to inquire." Old Brown waved, and a war dog driven by the manor soldiers had slowly entered the darkness.
At this moment, all players participating in this battle are also holding their breath.
From entering the game to now, it has been far beyond the time of the previous notice.
If this is a normal game, I am afraid that all players are already angry and abnormal, ready to scold their mother.
Whose time is not time? Who would let someone play the game and drag it on?
The first batch of players and the second batch of players are arranged into a large, a small, and a two-square array. They have not yet been opened to control the war dogs, but their perspective can be switched from several perspectives, of which One point of view is to stand by the giants of the manor and feel the participation of "foot men".
Of course, they can say a few lines over and over again, just a few, and even if they choose to speak, they can't actually change anything.
They watched and discussed on the game's public channel.
"I don't think this place is right!"
"It's weird! It doesn't feel good!"
"The old turtle must be lying to us. I think the owner should stew the old turtle and eat it!"
"Always feel too dangerous ..."
From the beginning of the game's release, to the four-knife war dogs going out for a ride, to the strong release of "The Robbery Squad," and the arrival of the second batch of players, large-scale mainstream media reported almost continuously.
Controversy over whether Age of Hegemony is a game or a reality has also gone into raging heat.
And it is blurring the boundaries between "game" and "reality".
In the game, almost the majority of people think that this "game" is real.
They spent a long time, interacting with npcs in the "game", and even made friends with many npcs. With friendship, this sense of substitution made it difficult for them to treat the world as false.
Not to mention, more and more evidence indicates that this "game" must exist somewhere in the world.
And the npc in these games must actually exist somewhere.
At this time, they knew that they were actually sitting on the other side of the computer, with endless distance in the middle, and they would not be in danger.
But the darkness was too bad for them, making them unwilling to take risks.
What if ... they lose?
What if the guardians of the earth have sacrificed?
What if the enemy is driving in and invades the earth?
Once they thought about it, their hearts trembled and they ran away anxiously.
It is conceivable that at this moment, the pressure of those who are really at risk is really great.
Finally, Old Brown sent a war dog into the darkness.
At the same time, a dialog box popped up in front of all players to share their sights.
They switched out almost at the same time.
And this picture, along with their live broadcast, was recorded by mainstream TV stations and major websites, and spread throughout the earth along the Internet cable and radio waves.
The game screen appears in major news events, and there is nothing else about this kind of thing. Those who can have this kind of treatment are probably only "epoch hegemony".
The remotely controlled war dog entered the darkness, and within a few seconds, the screen began to bounce, then flashed twice, and the entire screen was blacked out.
Was it in darkness all around, or has contact been lost?
Only the players who shared the perspective did not know, but in the blink of an eye, they were kicked out of the shared perspective.
Now they knew it, and the connection was broken.
"What the is this place!" In the game, I don't know how many people are talking.
And those who opened the live broadcast even scolded: "This old turtle must be trying to harm us! Owner, don't be fooled!"
In this kind of place, the war dogs lost contact within 20 seconds, and the speed of the war dogs was actually very slow. Doesn't this mean that the war dogs only have a safe range of about 1,000 meters after entering the dark?
One kilometer is a very long distance for human beings, and ordinary people have to run for several minutes.
But for war dogs, this is just a distance to accelerate the sprint.
If one thousand meters would lose the signal, then their war dogs would enter one dead.
Wouldn't it be mortal if we would be cut off in the dark immediately?
Even if they haven't been on the battlefield, modern people live in the information age, and they have long been aware of the importance of information. Losing contact is almost equal to putting their lives in the hands of others.
So what do you do now?
On the Internet, some people even initiated voting activities, and almost 90% of them chose not to take risks.
Human beings' instincts about the darkness and the unknown fear are almost instincts. Even the keyboard man on the Internet is frightened when facing this unknown fear.
"The owner, let me try again," said Old Brown.
As soon as he raised his hand, two clouds flew around.
A mass of black and a mass of white are the predators and cloud hypha.
They parted out and flew into the darkness.
Old Brown closed his eyes and felt silently.
As the director of the palace, he can share the senses with Yun hypha.
Under his feet, Da Hei squatted and looked forward.
Suddenly, Big Black barked suddenly.
"Wang!"
At the same time, Old Brown opened his eyes.
His complexion turned pale.
"The owner ..."
Zhuang's complexion also changed.
The cloud mycelium is the cloud mycelium, and the cloud mycelium is the cloud mycelium.
If the cloud mycelium also loses contact ...
Will the communication with the manor be cut off after entering the palace?
Zhuang not far fought the enemy so many times, this is the first time that it may not be backed by a manor house and not supported by the earth.
"Zhuang owner, let's go back." He shook his head and said, "It's not worth the risk. I know the boss, he is very dangerous. If we don't have support, we can't win ..."
He paused and said, "I already feel something."
His right fist was raised and then released, and a sense of numbness and alienation was spreading in his limbs.
He and everything around him, like a layer of gauze, also became hazy.
All creatures from the exile era have this feeling.
"Time is running out, maybe ... we haven't broken into the dark yet, the end of the epoch is coming." Martyr said.
"I'll ask my father and give us some places, at least, I'm dead without regrets ..."? He turned and looked in the direction behind him.
Looking down from the manor's palace, below is the vast land of the manor, a lush forest.
There, there are people he cares about most.
Alas, alas, and a little bit.
There is also a steel gate standing in the Rongren Forest, which leads to the Hongguo Manor.
And there, his father and mother, and his wife and son, as for him ...
It doesn't matter.
Giant cashmere people have always been light and dead, without much emotion.
"I only need one place," the old bang said.
He just hopes that Lolo will survive.
Around him, several Nassimians were silent, like rocks.
"Let's stop it." He laughed, "I've eaten all the exile era, and I've eaten the food of the earth, and I have no regrets."
"We ... have no regrets." Several servants from the exile era held each other's hands.
"Zhuang owner, if there is no accident, our ancestors will be born in Lurong City, remember to go to us!"
"If you meet again ..."
Before the sentimental words of several servants spoke, Zhuang not far away stopped drinking.
"shut up!"
Zhuang not far down and looked down.
The darkness diffused, and the black mist seemed to spread around.
For a while, Zhuang was not far away or even could not tell whether this darkness was the periphery of the "Boss" manor or because of the end of the era.
Zhuang not far's eyes became more and more determined, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.
He reached for something on the phone and turned around, looking at the soldiers behind him.
"This is a war that doesn't belong to you. Go back."
This is a war of mine because I am the manor of the manor and they are my companions and servants.
But this war is not yours.
At the same time, an option pops up in front of all players.
"This could be a nine-death war."
"We will face unknown enemies and may have great sacrifice. I ca n’t even guarantee that there will be rewards after this war."
"And this time, it's not to protect our planet."
"This war is not your obligation."
"Here, please make your choice, exit this battle, or move on."
"Whether it is back or forward, it is a kind of bravery."
"Each of us may die."
"If we fail, you may be the last line of defense on Earth."
"It's an honor to have fought alongside you."
Retreat or fight?
Once this choice came out, throughout the game, no, the whole world was uproar.
"Maybe there is no reward if you win? If you lose, maybe you will lose a lot?"
"This is not a question of rewards or rewards. This is to get us out of the war."
"How can you shrink? At this time, isn't it shrinking the tortoise? The cauldron is still there. Believe it or not!
"No, it's not flinching, we won't die, but haven't you heard the owner say? If the owner failed, we might be the last line of defense on Earth."
"We ... are the last guardians of the earth? No, no ..."
"But if we all joined, wouldn't it be a little more successful for every extra effort?"
"But what if we fail? Don't put eggs in a basket."
At this time, whether to fight or retreat is no longer as easy as before.
Not to mention these players, everyone on the Internet is tangled.
Never thought that such a heavy topic, a topic that even involved the safety of the earth, was suddenly dropped on their heads.
We are just a group of players, OK, most of us are drinking happy water at home, picking our feet, eating takeaway otaku?
Why should we make this choice?
How do we choose?
Whether it is optimism, pessimism, impulse, or reason, each has its own considerations.
Everyone was tangled in their hearts.
Gradually, someone finally made a choice.
The war dogs emerged from the crowd, some flying forward and some backing away.
At this moment, the staff of Sergeant Tyron are also arguing.
What to do?
Tyron was waiting silently.
"Sergeant Tyron, at the command of your superior, please step back." Finally, an aide said.
"Why?" Talen frowned.
He didn't want to step back.
He is a warrior and he is longing to fight.
And, glorious, battle full of sacredness!
How many years have I never felt this feeling?
Don't say that he is only a remote manipulator. Even if he really wants to go to the battlefield, he will never retreat!
Just as Zhuang not far away, the soldiers at the manor did not retreat.
In the end, Zhuang not far away named: "Three teams, five teams, seven teams please retreat to the manor. If we have any accidents, you are the last line of defense of the manor, the last line of defense of the earth.
"The first team, the second team, the fourth team, and the sixth team, just ask you to fight alongside me."
"Father, please take good care of the manor." Zhuang not far away looked at the old dragon man scales again.
"It's hard to obey." Lin Cang said, "I'm your guard."
"Old man ..." Zhuang not far frowned, Lin Cang didn't come from the exile era, but other manor houses, even if the era was over, it would not affect him.
"I am your guard, and my mission is to protect and teach these four little guys. If you fail, they will disappear. What does it mean to live?"
"You are the last manor!"
In Sergeant Tyrone's war dog ~ EbookFREE.me ~ five people are also arguing whether to fight or retreat.
"Our combat effectiveness is far from the first batch of internal testers. How about we retreat and develop again?" Said one player.
"Battle!" Liangshu was decisive, "I will never abandon my at this time ..."
He paused and didn't go on.
"Titan, how about you?" The teammate asked Tyron for another opinion.
"Battle!" Tyren said.
He disobeyed.
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