Vol 2 Chapter 1303: Maozi assembly

"Vladimir, have you heard that we are going to raid the Winter Palace?" A Mao Federation player in armor crouched beside the fire pit with two axes on his waist while rubbing his hands.
His name is Mikhail Dyakokicze, a Kislev iron guard. He has black hair. His lush beard and hair are almost connected together. The entire face seems to be hidden behind the hair. People worry that the campfire in the pit will ignite him.
"Yeah, Mikhail, we are going to raid the Winter Palace." Vladimir leaned on his giant bear buddy and covered his face with a leather hat to avoid the cold wind. "It's it. Game, we actually have to fight another civil war to regain our core territory."
"No way, the character of our aboriginal ruler is really like that of the female czar in history." Mikhail reached out and pulled out a few tubers from the fire, licking the tongue of the fire. No feeling: "The czar of the new Chinese people is easier to talk to, and he gave up his position so easily."
"What are we waiting for here?" A tall player suddenly stood up in the snowdrift, shaking his head and looking for vodka: "Is there any more wine? I have to drink more!"
"Without Yuri, there is no bite!" Mikhail yelled in dissatisfaction: "I made you drink up! That's our three-day reserve!"
Yuri stepped back two steps dazedly, and sat on the ground with a bang. A carriage half buried in snow was leaned by the half-giant Yuri for more than half a meter, and Yuri didn't seem to feel anything. After twisting his huge body, he found a comfortable position and fell asleep.
"Hi! Yuri! Don't sleep, let's light it up!" Mikhail lost a roasted potato. Yuri lazily flicked his little finger, and the flames in the pit swelled again.
"Don't bother him, Mikhail, Yuri has her own troubles." A female ranger in a dark cloak fell silently from the tree trunk, without even leaving a footprint on the snow.
"Zhuoya, did you find anything?" Vladimir's voice came out behind the hat. They are a five-person team with members from all over the world. There are many such teams. They don't have time to be like the New Huaxia. Similarly, gather the participants in the For Honor Contest before setting off. They can only set off first and then meet.
And they are not only to participate in the shit-like Honor Battle Soul contest, but also to completely resolve the current chaotic situation in the Kingdom of Kislev.
After they converge, they secretly sneak into the capital of the Kingdom of Kislev, rush into the winter palace where the czar lived, kill all the who refuse to give up, and end the civil war.
Maybe they will all die halfway, but who cares, they can be resurrected anyway, if they do not succeed this time, then do it again, even if they do not succeed, they can mobilize more players.
The Maoists are fed up with this situation. They are now planning to put an end to this situation. Nothing can stop the unification of the country. Even the legendary strong will succumb to the power of the people!
"I didn't see anyone, maybe they were late, maybe the information we got was inaccurate." Zhuoya sat beside the bonfire and snatched the baked potatoes from the opponent in Mikhail's dissatisfied complaint: " The snow is too big, even I can't go too far, it's too easy to get lost."
"It's okay, let's continue waiting, no matter what, at least potatoes are enough." Vladimir's voice sounded like he wanted to fall asleep.
The only player who didn’t speak was Karamlza, a Tatar, a player walking on the path of the Juggernaut. It’s not uncommon to see the Juggernaut in this bitterly cold land of Kislif, but few players choose this path. It's so few.
They die too easily.
Literally, the sword saint can’t wear armor just like the monk. The monk more or less has the skills and talents to reduce damage, increase defense, and heal himself, while the sword saint pursues the ultimate lethality. path of.
Penance is their daily routine. Most of the swordsmen are taciturn, which fits Karamlza's character very well. Vladimir and the others have never heard this companion say a few words, and even self-introduction is just simple Introduced the name and occupation.
"Someone is here." The sword sage with his hair in a ponytail suddenly opened his eyes, and the mysterious energy instantly shook the snow on Karamlza, and a black machete was held by the sword sage.
The profession of Juggernaut originated from the loess area, but as it spreads around the world, the inheritance of Juggernaut refers more to the inheritance of will and spirit, not from weapons.
Most of the sword sages outside the loess area do not use swords as their weapons. Karamlza’s machete is pretty reliable. If the knowledgeable white wolf Aragorn is here, he will tell you. , The sword saint with the warhammer is the real show.
Following the reminder of the Juggernaut, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com soon a group of seven burly players in black cloaks appeared in front of them.
The leading player took off his hood and revealed a face with scales underneath. With a grin on his mouth, he said hello to Vladimir and his party: "We are ordered to come and meet. From now on, we will take orders from Vladimir. Command of Captain Mill!"
"This is impossible! I just checked that direction!" Zhuo Ya asked a little embarrassed: "How did you come here?"
"Teleport magic, madam, we came from hell." The black-robed player headed unbuttoned his cloak, revealing a strong body hidden under the cloak, thick cuticle skin, and two mini-sized wings behind it. .
"So, that rumor is true?" Mikhail walked forward very familiarly, trying to touch the pair of little wings with his fingers, but the other party got out of the way: "We really have the way to In the channel of the lower plane, also sent players to help the devil fight a battle?"
"It's true, we have hundreds of thousands of people below." The player was a little uncomfortable with the wind and snow on the ground, and once again wrapped his cloak tightly.
"Damn, how did they select people? I was not selected?" Mikhail complained dissatisfied, and Yuri had become accustomed to it. After all, he had seen real demons in reality.
"We were made by Cheng Jian system, comrades, if you don't mind, we would like to sit by the fire and talk. We are not too comfortable with the low temperature above, and the bottom is always hot." The devil player is more polite than other Maozi players. It gives people the illusion that they have gone to to study and become gentlemen.
Of course, in fact, it's almost the same. The devil is always polite, and the hairies drank all the alcoholic things in hell.
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