Boom boom boom!!!

The overwhelming elemental secret technique made the bridge tremble continuously. In the middle of the smoke and dust, there were screams, and some players were crippled by their own people.

More players died on the spot and couldn't even shout out.

Their sacrifice was not useless, but behind the long bridge, it was the gathering place for the remote people.

At this moment, the wizards and technicians of the bow genre showed joy on their faces. While their secret technique attacks killed their own people, they also successfully destroyed a large number of ashes and harvested a large number of points!

"Great, my points rose by 13 points!"

"I've earned 16 points, more than you!"

They looked at the prompts on the information panel and were all excited. This kind of score-making was so exciting.

The most important thing is that several players who act as meat shields were killed by them.

In this way, those players who died will not get points, and other players who output will get more points. One will rise and the other will grow, and these players who stay behind will be sucking the blood of the players in front to accelerate their growth, just like...

vampire!

This is the most appropriate image.

At the same time, at the entrance of Changqiao, all the civilian teams were concentrated here.

The crowds were crowded with people, and everyone was crowded outside the entrance of the Long Bridge, making the air rise several degrees. After all, the space on the Long Bridge was limited, and the number of people they could accommodate was limited, so they could only go up one batch... and die in batches.

Just next to the entrance, there is a group of well-equipped players with an average level of 7 or above. They wear the badge of the Spirit Trace Society on their chests: a poisonous snake wrapped around the giant tree and bit hard on the trunk of the giant tree.

This pattern is very consistent with their style of conduct. Viper snakes are like greedy spiritual traces, and giant trees are like ordinary groups without roots and duckweed. They are absorbed by poisonous snakes. The poisonous snakes become more ferocious and the giant trees become more decaying.

"Yeah, it's almost done."

A leading spiritual trace member glanced at the players who had already died on the long bridge. If they dragged on, the defense line would be broken, and it was time to fill in fresh blood.

So the members of the Lingji swept around and pointed to a certain team—

"The Hanlan team members all went up to Changqiao."

The people who were accused turned pale, but they were holding their weapons tightly but did not dare to attack.

"Mr. Xu Hu, we have arranged a team to go up to Changqiao when we were ahead, and we have to go up all of them..." A big man with a scar face looked quite ugly and wanted to explain the previous sentence.

But before he finished speaking, Xu Hu interrupted impatiently: "Stop talking nonsense, I'll let you all go up and get a lot of points. This is a good thing! What's wrong, do you still have any opinions?"

It is indeed a good thing to win points.

But whether or not you have the life to save your points is another matter.

Looking at the situation on the long bridge, can they still save their lives?

You will definitely be beaten to death by your own people!

They are not in the same team as Lingji members, and their attacks can also take effect on them.

If a round of secret techniques continues to bombard people, it is no problem to kill people.

Living examples are right in front of them.

The scar man pursed his lips and was about to speak when his teammate next to him pulled him, letting the scar man rush into his throat and keep his words in his arms.

There is no way, they can't afford to offend the Spirit Trace Society.

No.....

Not only them, but all the teams present at the moment cannot afford to offend the Spirit Trail Club. The strength of both sides is not the same level as the magnitude. The measurement standard here is not the overall strength, but their execution ability.

Ordinary players are all scattered soldiers and brave men. Just by issuing an order, they are in trouble. They have to shout out one by one. Other teams may not obey or disobey.

There will be a guild channel of thousands of people in Lingji. The administrator will issue a ban and enter the command mode. Any command can be conveyed to everyone's ears at once. Not to mention perfect execution, it will be at least consistent.

The scar man also understood this. The situation was stronger than others, so he could only turn around to greet his teammates. Even if they died here, at least, the subsequent days should be a little better... slightly better.

Big sticks and radish are the routine of the Spirit Trace Society.

"very good."

Xu Hu looked at the Scar Man's actions and smiled: "Let's do this, your taxes will be reduced by 10% in the next half month."

As long as they obey the orders and do not resist them openly and die in the battle, the Spirit Trace Association will also give some reward. Of course, the wool comes from the sheep, and their so-called favor is just a soup made from sheep bones and give it to the other party a bowl.

The real blood is still they are sucking.

The scarred man didn't say anything, and a stiff smile appeared on his face, turned around and went to greet his teammates.

As for the option to form a team, Scar Dahan didn't even mention it because the number of people in the team is limited.

In the wild environment, attacks from different teams will take effect unless they are from the same guild.

If they wanted to form a distance profession of the Spirit Trace Society......there were hundreds of people, how could they get together? It had long exceeded the limit on the number of people.

What's more, Lingji will have the advantage of fighting. Isn't it just killing them and earning a little more points?

As for joining the club...

Only formal members can join the association, and the last group of newcomers who came in are only peripheral members. It is probably a long time for them to be promoted to formal members.

Most newcomers, when they reach level 5, will choose to terminate the contract and withdraw from the Spirit Trace Club, becoming ordinary players again, just like the Scar Man.

A very small number of people will choose to stay and sign a more demanding contract to fight for the opportunity to become a formal member.

This is the Spirit Trace Society, and it is also a microcosm of most guilds.

This place is actually no different from outside, but the groups that control the world are slightly different, and the levels of division under the group are also a little more complicated.

That's all.

Xu Hu smiled contemptuously and felt relieved in his heart. The haze brought about by Lin Fan seemed to have disappeared. Yes, as long as he stands here, he will be a member of the spiritual traces!

Even if he fell back to level 5, his status was not something that the Scar man could shake, and he could only obey his instructions. Otherwise, there would be no place for them to stay in the abandoned village of Guer.

The teleportation fee between city-states is not cheap, even if you go to other villages, it may not be better than here.

People are willing to endure as long as they have a glimmer of hope.

Xu Hu looked at the other party happily. Soon, the Scar Man summoned his teammates and was about to get on the bridge. Other places were also one after another, and some people in charge called other teams to get on the bridge.

All situations are under the control of the Spirit Trace Society.

"Wait a moment!"

Suddenly, Xu Hu frowned, but called out the scar man. In the other party's confused gaze, he looked to the other side, with a weasel-like smile on his face-

"I think the staff of Han Lan team are too hard, so I'd better change another group of people."

"Let me take a look... and decide it's you!"
Chapter completed!