Players Please Respect Yourself

This...what the hell...thing? Ashe's voice was almost dreamy.

The barbarians in the Northland live in the cruelest environment. They should be used to life and death.

But after seeing the terrifying scenes on the plateau below, no one could speak.

Originally, on the plateau, almost all the warriors of the Northern Clan, including the Snow Eagle Clan where Fanglang and Ashe belonged, gathered. They should have blocked the enemy at the narrow mountain pass.

Now, persistence has lost its meaning.

The narrowest mountain pass has been broken through, and those monsters made up of n hands have begun to sweep the plateau.

There are too many of them. I don't know how many are still down the mountain. Just by visual inspection, it is more than 50,000.

Not only because of their grotesque shape makes the calculation more difficult, but in fact, judging from the shocking 'horizon' in the distance, their number is too large to be expressed in any human language.

Ashe knew very well that the total number of clans in the entire Northland would not exceed 50,000 including warriors and adults, let alone an army that could contend with these monsters.

From this point of view, even the entire Pazut Plateau couldn't accommodate all the many-handed monsters attacking on the same front.

These monsters are packed into each other more disgusting than Jenga, filling all the space. As long as the multi-handed monster in front walks slowly, the rear will climb up like crazy, forming a huge wave of monsters.

No! I don't want to die!

Impossible to win!

Ancestor!

The Northlanders have collapsed a long time ago. They have lived in the stone age for a long time, and they have never seen such a terrifying monster.

No matter who ran slowly, who twisted their feet halfway, or who bravely rushed up to send them off, they were all grabbed by hands several times larger than their own. Then those irregular monsters would always have such a big mouth open on their torso, swallowing the northern soldiers whole.

What makes one's scalp tingle is that in the next moment, you can see two more hands on the 'dough', and a face that seems to be covered by a white cloth, constantly twisting, as if trying to scream silently-that It was the face of the victim!

Seeing the sea of ​​monsters engulfing everything in their path, the hearts of Ashe and all the northerners on the hill were frozen to the bone.

It's impossible to defeat so many monsters! Joanna clenched her red gun tightly, her knuckles turned white from excessive force: I finally know why the Gargoyles attack our two fringe clans crazily .They are leaving a way out for themselves!

It is impossible for the moat on the other side of the suspension bridge to completely stop these monsters. At least you can leave a thought. Once defeated, at least give the Fanglang clan a hope of reproduction.

It just happened to be destroyed by Ashe and the players.

None of this matters anymore.

Woooo! Impossible to win! We can't even escape.

Have the ancestors who guarded us abandoned us?

The members of the yak and antelope clans all wept softly.

The players looked at each other.

[Coffee Machine 07]: Is this a plot?

[Enduring defeat]: It should be.

【Princess of Hell】: What's going on?

[Eternal Time] shrugged: Let's take a good look, anyway, I don't think we can win.

Gradually, the eyes of all the people in the Northland fell on Ai Xi. That slender figure, who was not considered burly but quite vigorous, had become the magic needle in the hearts of all the people in the Northland at some point.

It was she, with the mysterious 'monster' force, who rescued the two clans from the abyss of despair.

It was her who led all the survivors to trek here.

Whether the survivors of both clans like it or not, their lives are in Ashe's hands.

One, two, dozens, hundreds of fiery gazes fell on Ashe.

Standing in the cold wind, letting the cloak behind her flutter, Ashe's seemingly weak shoulders have already had to bear the fate of hundreds, or even thousands of people.

Ai Xi took a deep breath, looked at the fish and shrimp players whose eyes were still fiery, and suddenly had an idea: Everyone wait a moment, I want to discuss with my... comrades in arms.

Putting down an intermediate sea altar, Ashe pressed her left hand on the trident-shaped altar, and her divine thoughts circulated.

Here, Wang Hao, who was directing the shield crab and ghost crab to dig the ground to turn the border of Abyss City and Symmetra into a swamp, suddenly received a request from Ashe.

System prompt: [The host's hero, Ashe, hopes to obtain the host's permission to accept an unknown number of Northerners into the Land Abandoned by the Gods. The number of applicants is now 487. Please note that all newly added Northlanders will occupy the host's summoning quota. The Northland barbarian's race level is 4, and a single individual will occupy a quota of 2...]

Wang Hao suddenly felt like his head was as big as a bucket.

He doesn't mind Ai Xi helping him bring in wage earners. The point is that it will grab the player's quota, which is troublesome. Now it is equal to nearly a thousand people.

He has been paying attention to the live video broadcast of the players of the Expeditionary Army, and of course he knows what is going on on the other side. According to Ashe's temperament, if she really saved them casually, she would laugh if she didn't save eight thousand people and come back.

The problem is that he simply can't afford so many places.

11,500 places seems like a lot, but now there are almost 8,000 players in Abyss City.

what to do?

If the northerners are not allowed to come over, the hero (tool man) Ashe will probably be gone.

Then... pretend the server is unstable and kick some players?

Just kidding, when the cover-up speed explodes, isn't he a pill?

At this time, Wang Hao suddenly remembered one thing - the origin of the Scorpion King.

The old dragon said that at a certain time, the Land Abandoned by the Gods will introduce some powerful forces that voluntarily join through methods such as lures, as a snipe against the regional overlord. Back then, the old dragon shot all the opposing forces to death with his own strength.

Now that he is the boss of Quicksand City, he is naturally restrained and unable to make a move, but this does not prevent him from revealing these small details.

Thinking of this, Wang Hao had an idea: Sniper system, please tell Ashe to let her become the Great Chief of the Northland first, and then apply to become the challenger of the next ten realms, and challenge the overlord of [Desert of the West] by name.

Rarely, it took a full minute for the sniper system to reply to him this time: [Is it appropriate for you to cheat so blatantly? 】

Wang's heart trembled for the moment: The Land Abandoned by the Gods doesn't prohibit subordinates from rebelling, does it? It also doesn't prohibit rebelling and then surrendering, and then be forgiven by the overlord, right?

After another ten seconds, the system finally spoke: [Only this once! Moreover, the regulations have just been revised. 】

Wang Hao smiled, very smugly.

Here, Ashe looked weird at first, and then a touching smile bloomed on his face.

Sorry, everyone, I may have to be the Great Chief of the Northland. Then, [Ice Expeditionary Army] obey the order, the target—those monsters!

Oh oh oh! The next second, of course, was the excited roar of the players.