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The first thousand four hundred and fifty-four chapters underground competition

The budget competition for the Glory Souls Competition is in full swing in Europa. Every day, dozens of warriors who broke out go to Shabak City, and contestants from all over the world who come to participate in the competition are gathered here.

In addition to the major gangsters, many small countries also received invitation letters. The number of these participating teams ranged from nearly a hundred people and at least a dozen people. The Europa Empire was too lazy to arrange accommodation places, but each person only received five gold coins from the competition committee every day based on the qualifications of the contestants.

However, as the prices in Shabak City soared, the five gold coins were almost out of reach. Before setting off, these people basically placed their valuables in their country to prevent accidents on the road and suffered heavy losses. Now they have to participate in the underground ring to earn living expenses.

Some time ago, the winners of the underground arena were almost wrapped up by Mao Federation people, and the gambling market was covered with white flags. Fortunately, the new Chinese people who arrived later held their own identities and did not get involved in such unofficial organizations, which made the underground forces in Shabak City feel relieved, otherwise they really didn't know how to arrange the odds.

The participating teams of the Africa League have also been trying to enter the field these days. These unconfident black buddies want to try the waters in advance and see how strong the contestants are from all sides are.

The Afriga, who is only in a slightly better position than the American imperial players, has only established several independent city-states near the eastern coast of the southern Black Continent under the resources of New China, and is facing the risk of being destroyed by those who are afraid of the deceased every day.

The naval fleet sent by the Loess Zone once shelled an army of fearful deceased along the coastline, but was defeated by the opponent with more violent magic bombing. The battle was damaged by one-fifth before leaving the opponent's strike range. Since then, the navy has rarely directly interfered with the fearful deceased.

The navy was bullied so badly, and the Afilicians on the land and the new Chinese combat experts who supported them naturally lived even worse.

This time, the Afilicas sent five teams of 300 people, a total of 1,500 people. As a result, they successfully crossed the strait and arrived at the Old Continent with less than 150 people.

They are almost completely behind players in other regions in terms of equipment. If it weren't for the various industrialized equipment in the Loess Area that fully armed the Afrika people, they wouldn't even be able to do the level of per capita armor, let alone magic equipment.

No matter how miserable the indigenous power of other continents is, it exists in the form of a country or a city-confederate alliance. Even in the New World, although the American imperialists were in trouble, the regime established by the Witch King can be planned into human civilization, except for the black soil, which is a dead land.

When they first entered the game, the Afiliga players were confused. On the entire black soil, most of the indigenous forces existed in the form of nomadic tribes, rushing from one oasis to another in the endless desert, and the fire of civilization was almost on the verge of extinguishing.

Indigenous forces struggled to survive in the gaps of fear of the dead. Only coastal areas have real cities and federations, but the scale is also pitifully smaller than the Old Continent.

At that time, the Afiliga people didn't know that many of the cities behind the scenes were legendary witches. In the tide of psychic energy some time ago, many cities were destroyed like this.

Fortunately, the fear of the dead do not like humans to disturb their sleep, and they are also jealous of Chaos. The Chaos Gate caused by the legendary witch's self-destruction was flattened by the wave-like fear of the dead.

The only purpose of those lords who fear the dead seems to be to keep the entire black soil in a state of silence. On weekdays, they sleep in their tombs like closed machines. Once disturbed or found a large number of signs of life activity, they will wake up and start hunting.

Most of the troops of the Dead are composed of biological remains after death. The special power of the Dead makes the dead bones spread throughout the Dead Dead Dead again, becoming a terrifying killing machine, and during this period, there are also a large number of activation elements as supplements.

The life of the Afilica players is really hard. They can find their own guides in the combat field, but they can't find many teachers engaged in enchanting crafts, so there is so little enchanting equipment on the entire black soil.

Even in the battle with the Deadly Fear, the Afiliga players cannot gain much other material except experience points. After the Deadly Fearly Fearly Fearly Fearly Fearly Fearly Far, only dead bones and sand were left.

This Africa League team currently has a single piece of magic equipment per person, and the remaining equipment is a major road cargo from the Loess Zone assembly line.

When they first came on stage, the EU people around them started to cheer and shouted that the poor guys would get out. As a result, the Afiliga warrior who had no valuables all over them took only twenty seconds to beat the rich warriors on the opposite side to search for teeth.

Not only did he win a prize, he also snatched away his opponent's enchantment weapon. This is also a rule on the ring. The winner takes all and can take away any item of the loser.

Since then, the Afilica people have fallen in love with this physical and mental sport. So far, two more powerful Afilica warriors have changed their clothes from beginning to end.

Of course, they also lost three companions, and the EU people are not fools. The masters of them are not inferior to others in combat skills. The opponent who can bully with their equipment advantages has no power to fight back. The three people who died in battle were sent away because they did not have time to surrender.

Xu Yichen has been watching the game for several days. No one wants him to play, and no one dares to fight him. Although many people are jealous of Xu Yichen's equipment, his deterrence is too great.

Vladimir has been in the circle of New China recently and has a good relationship with Ma Chao. Ma Chao is contacting the organizer of the underground arena and proposes a competition system of 20, trying to fool the other party into a trap.

Secretly, the EU official organizer was really moved. They wanted to gather twenty elite players and directly do Xu Yichen on the ring, so that he didn't have the chance to participate in the Honor Soul Competition. The reason why he was hesitant was mainly because they actually didn't have the confidence to guarantee that the twenty people would win.

Ma Chao raised the price to thirty people, but still did not impress the other party. Vladimir was giving advice to the other party.

"How about letting Xu not wear armor?" Vladimir had seen Xu Yichen's defense, and the deterrence of that armor might be more practical than practical.

Ma Chao's eyes lit up and he turned his head to communicate with Xu Yichen, but four EU players wearing black armor suddenly separated the surrounding audience and walked over.
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