Chapter 324: Entering!

Zhang Mu's eyes quickly swept across the entire screen. Among the more than a thousand players in the ancient battlefield, at least half were 2-star squads. They were respectively located on the periphery of each merit bonus area, and it was obvious that they protected the 1-star squad friends inside. In this way, even if there are foreign enemies, they can defend well.

In the ancient battlefield, players do not have to find monsters by themselves. The higher the merit bonus area level, the higher the monster's refresh rate. As long as players stand still, the monster will automatically come to their door, and enter a battle every 1 to 2 minutes on average.

What made Zhang Mu feel very strange is that among the 1,500 players in China, with the five-star red flag marked on their heads, there were less than 100 players in China, who were huddling pitifully in a small corner of the 1.4 times zone.

The atmosphere at the scene was quite solemn. Zhang Mu could feel that countless malicious eyes were shining on him, which made Zhang Mu a little nervous. This had a lot to do with his previous life experience, no wonder he was.

"Brother Twelve Wings, come here." A Chinese player named "Tank" suddenly sent a secret chat. He was one of the 2-star team members of the Chinese player in Area 1.4.

"It's strange, why are we just so little?" Zhang Mu nodded, but his body did not move. Area 1.2 was filled with monsters. When he walked over, he had to fight at least 50 battles and also to go through Area 1.4 occupied by the Japanese. If he accidentally was caught in the danger of being rolled over rice, he was unwilling to go on a long journey alone.

Tank smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Twelve, you don't know anything. Originally, there were more than 500 people in the ancient battlefield. Maybe it was because we occupied the three-fold zone for too long, which made people jealous. They were beaten out by Japanese, American, British, and Korean players. Now, there is only 100 of us. They said that as long as we stay in District 1.4, we will not take the initiative to cause trouble for us. Oh, damn, I'll hold my breath after thinking about it, but there is no way. We can't beat so many of them, so we can only sleep on firewood and taste gall." It can be heard that this tank has deep resentment in his words.

The four countries that occupied three times the zone are 50 players, including the four countries: "US, UK, Japan, and South Korea". From their "2-star team" and various strange titles, they are very strong, basically the top elites in each zone and country.

"You can shoot the first bird, how long have you been here?" Zhang Mu asked.

Tank thought for a while and said, "It's been one week. Brother Twelve, come here, I'll tell Japan... They said that they won't attack you. Here, everyone is thinking about leveling up..."

As he was talking, several Middle Eastern players were chased by another group of people and kicked out of the battlefield.

"Well, I'm here to go and go out immediately." Zhang Mu still stood there without moving.

"This is a treasure land, a 3-fold merit zone, the best way to practice cannons, why didn't I find it earlier?" Zhang Mu murmured to himself. Although he could not clear all non-national players in the ancient battlefield with the power of one person, plus the words of the members of the Chinatown Guild...

Just as everyone was wondering what Zhang Mu would do next, Zhang Mu's 2-star team quietly left the ancient battlefield.

"Brother Twelve, what are you doing?" Tank was a little depressed. He finally waited for a top expert like Zhang Mu to join. Why did he run away in shame?

"Ha, I'll be back later..." Zhang Mu replied with a smile.

Zhang Mu's departure made everyone in the ancient battlefield temporarily relieve themselves. The name of a person and the shadow of a tree, Zhang Mu is definitely one of the best celebrities in the "Heroes Invincible", and no master is willing to have a head-on conflict with him.

Tens of minutes later, about 400 to 500 people responded to Zhang Mu's call and ran from the maze and out of the wilderness towards the entrance of the ancient battlefield, including the original, mythical wounds, and the fat man and his group.

2 to 3 times the merit, and it is also an automatic encounter of monsters. Fighting a battle here is equivalent to fighting 3 to 5 games in the maze. Where can I find such a good thing? Now everyone has almost climbed the 100th floor of the hero tower, and most of the famous players at hand are still wandering below level 10, and they can no longer find a better leveling point than the ancient battlefield.

"Why do you say this now when there is such a good place?" Mythshu complained.

Zhang Mu smiled: "Please, do you think I've been hiding this place, right? I just discovered that there are 1,500 elite players from all regions and countries. They don't have certain strength and are single. No matter how strong they are, they can only travel around in 1.2. Don't even think about the 3 times the merit zone. I just now was just a passerby who was just a so-called passerby..."

I asked with a smile: "Will there be an ancient battlefield in every level map in the future?"

Zhang Mu nodded and said, "Yes, the maze is a place for ordinary players to level up, and the ancient battlefield is a place for rich people to level up. Dozens of bosses are produced every hour in the ancient battlefield. These bosses often carry strategic treasures and a large number of resources... Whether they can be grabbed and beaten depends on their personal strength." Speaking of this, Zhang Mu paused for a moment and said seriously: "Let's use their own strength to find a leveling area that suits them. The monsters in the 3-fold leveling area are the most fierce. The team's squad is not enough to have a foothold. Be careful not to chew too much."

"receive!"

Three hours later, more than 500 members of Chinatown entered the ancient battlefield under the leadership of Zhang Mu. In just a few hours, earth-shaking changes had taken place in the ancient battlefield, and the changes of various forces were dazzling.

Hundreds of Middle Eastern players massacred four players from the United States, Britain, Japan and South Korea. The elites who stood in the 2- or 3-fold merit zone were indifferent to this, making it clear that "it's all about yourself, and you're up."

"Tank, what's going on?" Zhang Mu frowned.

When the worried tank saw Zhang Mu come back, he led more than 500 compatriots into the venue. He immediately screamed excitedly: "Brother Twelve, you are finally back. His grandmother, a group of madmen from the Middle East are doing a massacre here! After destroying Japan, it is probably our turn..."

"Aren't the Middle East all very poor..." Zhang Mu is an idiot in geography and country. He grabbed his hair and said to himself.

"Haha, Middle East? Then where do you want to look? The people in front of you are all from the UAE, rich and rich places... There, you can't even see a Japanese car." said Xiao Yingying, who has been abroad for a long time, said.
Chapter completed!