New World, the northern desert, thirty kilometers outside the city of Avogadro.

In the yellow sand of the desert, countless huge carapaces were covered by wind and sand, revealing some limbs stained with green blood and sand mixed into mud. Huge trenches lie in the desert, some have been flattened by wind and sand, while others are even more abrupt.

For Avogadro City, the monthly war with the Zerg came more punctual than the mother's aunt. Although it was not like the city on the dark border of the northeast, the angels and demons had a year-round showdown, but the battle here was even more tragic and cruel. Countless adventurers were buried in this desert. They were either soldiers from various countries on the earth, or masters who stayed to get high rewards to strengthen themselves.

At this time, the battle with the Zerg had ended for three days, but normally no one was willing to go out to explore at this time. Most of the participants were more willing to leave their precious time on the bitches in Avogadro's city after blood and killing. They firmly believed that the beautiful Desert Snake Girl's "bite" and the Fox Fox Girl's fox fragrance will bring them good luck. What's more, the combat points have been recorded by the investigation guards floating on the city - Avogadro's rule is that as long as you persist in the battle with the Zerg until the end and survive, the points and gold coins you get will easily spend a month, and you will get more benefits than experiencing two dungeons.

Humans die for money, so even if the combat death rate here is ten percentage points higher than that in other parts of the New World, countless people are still here, and there are more than a dozen teams of adventurers established. The most famous of them is the group, "When you see the name of grandpa's team, you have fallen at grandpa's feet." Because their people often point to the long list of guild badges on their chests to scare people. When the adventurers who provoke them carefully read it... they have indeed fallen.

This 'When you see the name of grandpa's team, you have fallen at grandpa's feet' group' group is popular in the entire city of Avogadro with its super long group name. It is said that anyone who dares to find fault for the first time in this city has become a corpse and becomes the favorite food of the desert flower-scale snake.

Why do I spend so many languages ​​introducing this team?

It's very simple, because at this moment, there are two members of the "When you..." group standing in front of me.

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New World, the northern desert, thirty kilometers outside the city of Avogadro.

Speaking of this new world, the most profitable, safest, least effortless and brain-free profession is fortune-telling. All of them have a common characteristic, and they can calculate the appearance of a certain "copy" at a certain location in a certain range to make money by selling news. Of course, they can also charge high fees to accurately calculate the time and place of the "copy" of a certain plot that the employer hopes to find.

What? Someone asked if the fortune tellers are accurate?

Please, do you think you can make the next transaction alive if you don’t calculate accurately?

Because I spent three thousand gold to divine money before, I appeared here.

This is a hill in the desert, and there are countless such hills on the northern wasteland.

But now there are more than fifty people standing or sitting on this hill.

Because a huge door frame stands in the middle of this hill, the door frame is as high as ten meters and five meters long. It is made of a special metal with various totems carved on it. When a certain moment comes, a vortex-like energy will appear on the door frame. This door will lead to a copy built with a work. You can judge the difficulty of the copy by red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple. If you don’t look at the difficulty, just dive in. After entering, what you can do is not to abuse the vegetables, but to be abused.

You must not be careless about this kind of ‘copy’ portal.

Last time I forced myself to cross the green portal and entered the plot of Matrix 1, but I was killed in a super ghost state. Fortunately, I had the support of immortality and my handsome appearance was preserved.

Huh? Why am I off topic again?

Standing in front of me were two members of the "When you..." regiment, a tauren warrior and a troll warrior. The troll warrior at this moment was stretching out his big furry hand in front of me.

"Is it fifty gold?" I scratched my head awkwardly: "I have less than twenty gold on my body, and all the extra money is spent on asking the divination master to calculate this copy."

"Poor ghost!" The troll warrior took back his big hand and asked, "Then do you have anything worth fifty gold? If not, you may not be able to enter this dungeon!"

"How can this be done?" My eyes were filled with shock and anger and said angrily: "Why should I hand over the money to you? This copy clearly belongs to the entire new world!"

"Hehe!" The Taurus warrior pushed away the trolls around him, and smiled with a ferocious smile: "Just because we are the first team of Avogadro City, boy, have you not seen that everyone around you have paid the money? If you don't pay the money, you will go there and never return. Boy, I advise you to pay the money for buying a road or get out of here, otherwise I will ask you to see my guild badge!"

I was so sad and crying that I shouted to the adventurers around me who ignored me, "Do you just think so? They only have two people, and you still dare not resist?"

"Hahahaha!" The Taurus and the Troll were stunned at first, then pointed to the adventurers around who showed anger but dared not speak out, and smiled: "You expect those cowards to stand out for you? Boy, don't think about it. Don't you know that this is our territory. Even if they have the ability to resist us, when they come out, they will probably be destroyed by our people! Just by these miscellaneous and wastes? Do they dare? I'm gonna!"

This is the convention of copying where to enter and exit.

After saying that, the tauren spit out fiercely.

Except for three or two people in the crowd, waiting for the door to open without changing their faces, the rest of the people fell down. Judging from their trembling bodies, they were probably angry and fearful?

"Oh? Does anyone say I'm a waste or a scattered person?"

A smile full of magnetic and gentle and elegant came. A young man with a slender figure and a black windbreaker and a black long veil hood walked over. His long black hair and the shadow of the hood covered his eyes, making people completely unaware of where he was looking. This man was like an elegant gentleman, walking step by step towards me.

"Hahahaha, that's right, you're talking about you. How can you do to me?" The troll bared his two wild boar-like fangs and waving the mace in his hand and laughed.

I sighed slightly.

As a little guy, the most important common sense of life-saving is to never use mockery to any character who looks like a protagonist-type aura to attract hatred. The troll gentleman in front of him obviously does not have such consciousness. This elegant man is already a handsome guy just looking at the parts below his eyes, not to mention that the 190s slimming figure is so good that he can be a male protagonist with a ** comic.

Sure enough, a silver-white ceramic scalpel had already reflected a dazzling light in the scorching sun in the desert and passed through the troll's head, and continued to fly towards without a trace of blood... Me?

A lazy donkey in my embarrassment rolled away from the knife and stood aside from afar.

"?" The elegant man looked at me in surprise, then looked at the Tauren expressionlessly.

The Taurus obviously did not have a resurrection cross worth 30,000 gold, so he almost wanted to leave first when he fought in battle.

The elegant man walked towards the tauren step by step, as if he had measured his steps with a ruler, and the distance between each step was the same.

"You... don't come over, I...you...do you know who I am?"

It was like everything? In general, this NiuTou brother stuttered without any novelty.

"I don't want to know." The plain tone was smiling.

After the elegant man approached, he gently reached out and patted the Tauren on the shoulder. His right hand, wearing white gloves, gently stroked the Tauren's throat. There was no trace of red mark on his fingertips. He turned toward me. Until he walked a few meters away, the Tauren's throat was like a broken tap water pipe, erupting countless blood and falling to the ground with a bang.

"You...what do you want to do? Don't come over!" I said in trembling in horror as the elegant man approached step by step.

"What are you doing?" The elegant man seemed to be stunned by me. He stopped there and thought carefully. Suddenly, his thin and elegant lips were wide open, revealing two rows of extremely cold and tidy teeth - I guess he must have used Colgate toothpaste...

The man waved his left arm violently, and in the white gloves clenched his fists, four shrill and cold silver-white lights flashed towards my throat.

I leaned back and avoided his attack, but I didn't expect that the man took another step forward, raised his right arm, and thirteen cold lights rushed straight to the nails on my chest - although I didn't know what the "big holes on my chest" had.

I bowed my body backwards, and subconsciously held his waist with both hands, leading his body to fall backwards.

German rear axle-type backdrop...

Seeing that his head was about to be pierced into the sand, the man supported his right hand and pressed his white gloves in the sand. He flipped it lightly and avoided the danger of using his head to strengthen the earth. Of course, even at this time, he did not stop shooting several scalpels at me.

I had no choice but to let these scalpels pierce into my chest and shoot out from my back. In an instant, blood filled my brand new white T-shirt, so I was dead.

Seeing several scalpels passing through my atria and ventricle together, the elegant man looked at me lying on the ground in surprise and was very surprised. After thinking about it for a long time, he stepped on it hard, intending to stomp my head.

I rolled up and stood up helplessly and said, "Brother, you're so bullying. What do you want?"

The elegant man showed such an expression. His right hand, wearing white gloves, gently pushed a bunch of black hair on his forehead, exposed his bright and sharp right eye, and asked in a gentle voice: "Who sent you here?"

"Pie?" I pointed at myself in surprise and said with a smirk: "How could someone send me here? I'm alone and have no superior..."

The elegant man stared at the eyes of his eyes, thought for a while and sighed: "Forget it, let's kill you!"

He said it very casually, as if he had stepped on an ant to death.

When I heard his words, I sighed, "Forget it, I'd better kill you!"

The two of them jumped up instantly and rushed towards each other. The elegant man obviously belonged to the medium-range output type. Before he could get close, dozens of scalpels had already flown to my eyes and forehead.

But obviously, he didn't know who I was.

With the clenched fists, six steel claws had already poked out from their fingers and crossed in front of them. Suddenly, sparks burst into pieces and the scalpels were all bounced out.

At this time, the onlookers around who were not aware of the truth screamed in anger. They were already surprised by my suddenness, but when they saw the steel claws stretched out between my fingers, someone who understood immediately called out my name.

"It's the Thorn of Avgadro!!!"

"It's him?!"

"How is that possible? Hasn't he left the northern wasteland and headed for the south?"

"That's right! Only Avogadro's Thorns can have Wolverine bloodline and Eidman's metal skeleton!"

"No wonder he didn't take action at the beginning. It turned out to be the Thorn of Avgadro. No wonder he always likes to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger..."

"I heard that he is still a homosexual, isn't it true?"

"It seems, otherwise why did the gentleman-like man attack Avogadro's Thorns take action when he arrived? He was obviously pretending to be a pig when facing two ugly monsters."

I felt a sense of collapse when I heard the next two sentences. It was obviously an elegant man who took the initiative to find fault? What's more, who said that I was in a homosexual relationship? I must have broken him up!

Before I could curse, the adventurer who said the last two words had two more scalpels on his forehead.

Suddenly, there was a silence around him.

The two fought together.

In fact, he and I have not done our best. Every time I swung my claw, it was a pure ordinary attack. Under the opponent's high dodge attribute, this ordinary attack also felt like a soybean. Everyone knows that no matter how powerful a physical hero is, if he does not have the attack speed equipment, the force equipment, the critical hit equipment, and the hit equipment, and the buff state is added, he will naturally become a soybean party like me.

The other party seemed to slow down after hearing my nickname, and seemed to be looking for my name on the blacklist.

The more you fight, the more embarrassing it is.

At this moment, more than a dozen cars rushed from the direction of Avogadro City, and their cars pulled salons out from far to near in the wilderness.

The two men who fought with each other tried their best, and they had already jumped out of the battle, staring at the visitor at the same time.

Soon, a man jumped out of the car. He was a fully armed tauren warrior. The one-handed hammer in his hand seemed to be the legendary poisonous snake thorn that caused the target to virginity every 3 seconds.

"Who is it!!!???"

The guy roared as soon as he got off the car, and his two pairs of red bull eyes looked at us.

"..." Since you know who it is, isn't it a bit redundant to shout this?

Needless to ask, these guys who came are all members of the group, "When you see grandpa's team name, you have fallen at grandpa's feet."

If you don’t want to be blocked when you come out of the ‘copy’, it’s better to get rid of these people first.

A "hunting lock" was thrown on the Taurus warrior, and the next second I had already jumped over. The moment I contacted, the gentleman would be pierced through his chest with six claws.

It seemed that I had the same idea as me. Although the elegant man had no expression on his face, several scalpels had pierced into the guy's chest before me.
Chapter completed!