There were a total of ten sword god cannons, like ten steel monsters, staring coldly ahead.

Around the ten sword god cannons, the Fire Cultists were sent to shuttle back and forth through the open space, woven into a large defense net.

The level of these Zoroastrians has reached level 65 or above, and compared with those they encountered on the road before, they are already among the elites. Even players who have reached level 70 dare not easily fight these groups of human-shaped monsters.

Because any of the Zoroastrians were attacked, they would immediately shout, attracting countless helpers.

The consequences of being beaten up by a group are very miserable.

"Comrades, it's time for you to use your strength." An Luohong walked down from the mechanical magic spider, looked at the neat team of the machinery teachers behind him, and said this lightly.

I looked at the players in front of me. In addition to me, An Luohong and Ye Fantian, there were 132 people in total. All kinds of professions were evenly distributed, including knights, hunters, Taoists, monks, killers, and thieves, but each face showed a lack of combat experience.

They were once objects of protection, and they had never heard of any war that had appeared in these craftsmen.

At best, when the Dragon City Legion goes out to scrape monsters and collect materials, he will occasionally bring one or two mechanics to help build traps, and then inspect the mechanic mounts or mechanical flying dragons for everyone.

They have always stood at the end of the team and enjoyed the experience brought by everyone. People will not remember their names, but will only occasionally mention the mechanisms or equipment made from their hands.

They have made countless heroes, but they have always been hiding behind these heroes, silently using their own hands to make the next hero.

Today, they will personally destroy the enemy, making these young faces full of excitement and excitement.

I have the fighting spirit, but can these low-level players, craftsmen with no practical experience, cope with the scene in front of me?

I have always liked to fight alone, and even if I cooperate, I only find experts to work with. Seeing such a team really makes me feel a little troubled.

"Why are you doing this expression? Are you doubting the strength of my subordinates?" Ye Fantian chuckled and came down from the mechanical demon spider, put away the mechanism behind him, and whispered.

But this gentle sentence reached the ears of the 132 players in front of him without any omission.

In just a moment, I saw anger, dissatisfaction, and provocation in those 132 pairs of eyes.

"Don't underestimate our craftsmen." One of the knights's mechanics stood up and said to me coldly.

I recognize him, his name is Yinya Shuangyi, but he is only at level 42. However, in Yu Jinfang's mechanism workshop, his mechanism skills are almost second only to An Luohong, and they are even ranked above the tangrams of Wanshou Villa.

It is said that when An Luohong was away, the institution's teachers mainly followed his arrangements. If they had not taken care of the tangram, the drawing of the God-Slaying Thunder Cannon copied by the Iron Chicken was originally for him to learn.

Of course, in the end, this drawing did not fall into the hands of the Tangram, but was snatched away by someone like me who had never heard of using mechanisms and had no common sense in manufacturing mechanisms. No wonder he looked at me like that, as if he regarded me as an enemy.

"If it weren't for the benefit of the gang, we devoted ourselves to the forging skills of the institution, the level of our group of people might not be below your Yasha City Lord."

Yinya stood in front of me with his wings straightened his chest, his eyes like two cold lightning bolts.

He is half a head taller than me, and he is obviously the strong type of demon clan. Although he doesn't know what his transformation skills are, from the perspective of appearance and temperament, he should be a giant bear or a large beast like a tiger.

His words obviously responded to my expression just now, but when the level mentioned, it aroused the pain in my heart.

Is this guy ridiculing me? Even though I knew I was unexpectedly demoted, I just didn't pick up any pot.

When the atmosphere seemed a little wrong, An Luohong, a good old man, came out to smooth things over.

"Brother Yasha, don't be angry with the little brother. This kid has just graduated from college and hasn't started working yet, so he can't help but speak a little irritated."

The newly-debut college students are indeed like this, with a bad temper and not afraid of causing trouble. But it is precisely because of this that their ideas are basically right to things, not people, and they also have their own pride. The look I looked at them like that just now was something that such young people could not bear.

"So are you guys." An Luohong turned his gaze to Ginya Wings and whispered: "You are a life player and your level is not high. It is normal for people to suspect that your strength is normal. Not to mention Brother Yasha, even if you are any combat player in Dragon City, you will not believe that the life skill players can have before you see it with your own eyes. If you want to prove yourself, just take out real evidence. With facts as a basis, are you still afraid that others will say what you say?"

When Yinya Yi heard An Luohong say this, he was about to argue, but suddenly remembered that I was demoted, and Ye Fantian had warned them three times before that he should not spread this matter. He suddenly realized that he was too reckless and had offended people without realizing it.

If it were an experienced businessman, he might have apologized to me immediately, but he was unwilling to give in and raised his head high, not taking An Luohong's advice seriously.

"Well said!" I suddenly clapped my hands and laughed.

I am unlucky to be relegated and I am not afraid of being laughed at. And this young man is not wrong. If someone is looked down upon, it will make anyone feel uncomfortable.

I patted An Luohong on the shoulder and said that I did not take this matter to my heart. Instead, I nodded to Yinya's wings and the craftsmen behind him, and said loudly:

"Everyone, I just looked down on you, it's not right for me! Since Brother An Luohong can let you follow me to do the task, I also believe that you have the ability to win! I apologize to you for your attitude just now."

I looked at the change in Yinya's eyes, and then said, "But just as Brother An said, I can only trust you completely by bringing out the evidence."

Humph, what's the point of fighting against young people? If I really care about him, then I'll become a villain?

And to be honest, I really want to see how big a storm can An Luohong make for these completely life skills players?

Time cannot be wasted on these trivial things. In order to prove his strength, Yinya Twin Wings specially asked An Luohong to lead a group of craftsmen to kill the first batch of monsters first. I, An Luohong and Ye Fantian, the three professional combat players, don’t have to do anything, just provide guidance later.

It is of course good to be able to sit and get experience. With An Luohong's begging eyes, I "ruthlessly" agreed not to participate in the task, and asked these craftsmen to use the small monsters on the outside to practice.

According to my guess, those guys will most likely use the previous mechanic beasts to attack. Judging from the previous situation, as long as the number of monsters attracted does not exceed one hundred, those mechanic beasts can handle it.

But as if he was deliberately trying to go against me, the boy Ginya Twin Wings discussed with the craftsmen for a while, but they gave up the organ beasts and walked towards the Zoroastrians on foot.

Impulsive! It's really too impulsive!

This is the difference between a veteran combat player and a craftsman who has never participated in a large monster-sweeping mission!

Their ranks are much lower than those Zoroastrians, and just rushing forward like this is the same as dying.

Looking at their formation again... there is no formation at all.

A Taoist priest is not a ranged attack profession, how come he ran to the front?

There is also a monk there who doesn't stand behind the team to add blood to the heroes, so why do you run to the side?

There is also that killer who doesn’t even sneak up. Are you going to rush forward like this? He ran even slower than a monk!

Looking at this inappropriate team, I shook my head in my heart. But when I looked at An Luohong and Ye Fantian next to me, I didn't seem to be moved at all, as if it was not their subordinates who were about to die, but outsiders who had nothing to do with them.

Do they want these guys to suffer some losses and restrain their personality?

If Ye Fantian were, I believe she would do this. But I don’t think he would be able to make this bet with his experience and registration.

Or are they really so sure about the craftsmen under their command?

These people are not my subordinates, and losing a little level is nothing to them. Since the couple is not in a hurry, I have to sit by and watch the battle.

Ginya's wings obviously acted as the commander. He walked at the end of the team, holding something like a compass in his hand.

Fifty meters, forty meters, thirty meters... Going forward, without them taking action, the two-headed fire beast with a sensitive sense of smell can immediately discover their whereabouts.

I was waiting to see the scene of the monsters rushing, but I saw Yinya's wings suddenly raised his head and shouted: "Stop!"

One hundred and thirty-one people stopped in place in unison, but they were not inferior to the team that had been working for a long time.

Then, the players standing in the front row each took out a white box from their backpacks and threw it forward, and a vast white smoke rose from the Zoroastrians' activity range.

Damn it!

This is a product that combines alchemy and mechanics, which is usually used by players to escape. I have never seen it apply to monster-induced storms.

However, it is precisely because of these smoke that the Zoroastrians have lost their direction and the number of monsters drilled out from it has been greatly reduced. Such a tactic is the best way to reduce casualties for those who have low levels and insufficient practical experience.
Chapter completed!