Chapter 660: opportunity

Kemun didn't want to meet them, after all, it was the hatred he caused by

accidentally killing a group of players.

If you chase others and chop, things will become very troublesome, it is

possible to hit a small one, and it will lead to a larger guild group.

But if others insist on killing themselves with a face, Na Kemeng will

definitely not let them get what they want, and will fight back.

"More than seven hundred levels, this level of injury can already hurt me, so

be careful." Kemeng hesitated and felt that he wanted to hide.

If the only person chasing him is a level 759 Necromancer, Kemon would dare to

fight against the opponent's 1V1 real man.

But when a group of more than 700 level players beat him, Kemon was a bit

overwhelmed. With his resistance value, he couldn't ignore the firepower of

three or four hundred high level players to encircle Europe.

Due to the long distance, three kilometers apart, and the middle is not

absolutely flat, Kemeng consciously asked the pet to slow down.

Running too fast will make a huge noise. It was just the beginning stage, and

the speed was not so exaggerated. Fortunately, it did not alarm the player

team over there.

The pet's speed dropped, and he ran across the forest, leaving behind the

scenery along the way.

Kemeng's spiritual perception is like that of a cultivator, sweeping circle

after circle, and Kemeng has grasped the situation of several kilometers.

The spiritual awareness of these players is not particularly high, and they

cannot detect that someone is watching him.

"There are five large teams, and they are all people who came to kill me."

Kemeng's ears moved slightly, he heard more voices, and scenes of real-time

scenes from different places flashed before his eyes.

"I stabbed a hornet's nest?" Kemeng understood the seriousness of the

situation no matter how stupid it was.

This was not the hatred of a guild, but Kemeng stabbed the orange star's

hornet's nest and angered the orange star's reverse scale.

Orange Star has a large population, and the mission of the Cthulhu sect is to

lift the seal of the ancient gods, so there is no fierce conflict with the

mainstream players of Orange Star. This kind of torture of players hundreds of

times has never happened.

Kemeng opened his head for the first time. If he didn't use him to kill the

chicken and respect the monkey, who else could he use it.

"It's a big game." Kemeng understands the dangers and cannot be blocked by the

player team. Once blocked, with the chat function in the friend system, they

can directly report the coordinates and use a sea of people to block them in

all directions.

Now that the Orange Stars have not dispatched 800-level players, Kemeng still

has room to deal with. He has the Mask of the Faceless, and he flies into the

crowd to change his face, so he is not afraid of them for now.

Kemeng was cautious, controlling the pet under his crotch to change lanes many

times, bypassing the team of players.

Players can't see Kemun, and there are scouting players in the crowd, but

their scouting skills are mainly used to guard against beasts and monsters.

They are not particularly good at dealing with players.

After all, the main opposition group of players is the wild monsters. Under

the rule of the orange star, a game mode similar to industrialization has

formed. Infighting is difficult to occur, so the reconnaissance direction is

all directed to the direction of the wild monsters. Happened to hide.

Two hours later.

Kemeng has left the player's round-up area, and no one can be found within a

few kilometers.

"Huh, it's safe." Kemenson sighed and wiped the cold sweat from his head.

If Kemon's level wasn't high enough, how could they kill themselves below the

same level.

"Leveling, leveling crazy, only advanced level can wear good equipment."

Kemeng brushed up to now, still has not brushed out the multiplicative

amplification resistance equipment.

In low- and middle-level areas, the multiplication increase is mainly for

attack power and magic weapons, and the main defense equipment is to increase

the value. One plus is one or two thousand.

One or two thousand is a qualitative improvement for low-level players, but

there are too few people with resistance to close to one hundred thousand like

Kemun, and they can only stuff their teeth.

Kemeng clicked on his panel, and the resistance value had reached 98,000,

which was about to break through the 100,000 barrier.

"You have to run a little farther, you can't stay in this area." Kemon patted

the pet and ran all the way.

Don't dare to open toxic smoke on the road, lest you be tracked down.

"Change the route, you can't go to the originally set leveling point." Kemeng

thought of his poisonous smoke. The poisonous smoke is blown by the wind.

Players only need to calculate the wind direction and analyze the poisonous

soil along the road to calculate it. Where is Kemeng's next move?

Half a day later.

After hiding far enough, Kemeng returned to a low-lying forest underground

line.

After returning to reality, Kemeng returned to the tiankeng with the big-faced

cat, devouring the mutant pork.

In order to improve the speed of eating pork, Kemeng uses storage props to

collect the pork that has been transformed in recent days, and then puts the

storage props inside the mouth of the big-faced cat. With a thought, send

instructions to enter, and want to let it. The storage props release the pork

inside.

But Kemon found that his thoughts couldn't take effect on the big face cat's

mouth.

"Spirituality has also been swallowed?" Kemeng's heart shuddered.

Kemon sat in front of the enlarged version of the big-faced cat, lost in

thought.

Spirituality is also a part of meat. After all, all things have spirits, and

the big-faced cats who like to eat meat will naturally swallow that part.

After understanding this layer ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Kemeng looked at the

chopsticks in his hand for ten seconds.

"It's not the spirituality of flesh, you don't eat it, right." Kemeng pressed

the head of the cat with a big face with his hand.

Chopsticks are dead, not meat, and the big-faced cat is very clear about

whether to eat or not.

But Kemeng still has a way to cure it.

Since people can't release items in space, just change to a longer item and

stretch out the mouth to release the pork.

After waiting for a period of time, Kemeng replaced with new items from the

Bureau of Investigation, and then successfully released hundreds of tons of

pork inside the mouth of the big-faced cat.

Hundreds of tons of mutated pork will disappear and disappear without any

stagnation.

Kemeng took back the storage props, took away the big-faced cat, and told

Shirley and Tangyuan: "You two continue to work, I will go back first, and I

will collect the pork later."

Shirley and Tangyuan responded. The work is a bit boring, but Tangyuan doesn't

feel hard, because there is an internet here, and while working while using

the mobile phone, life is beautiful, much better than living in a scarf in

Chudao.

After returning to his house, Kemeng took some memory measures and went to

sleep.

In a dream, Laleille.

Kemeng uses the Cthulhu Senses to spy on the players' daily routines.

High-level Cthulhu followers spend half of their time spawning monsters and

leveling, and the other half of their time is spent researching ancient ruins

literature.

There are many such ruins on the entire land. Cthulhu believers have unearthed

at least 500 ancient ruins, but the history distorted by the first week BOSS

is too much, and many historical records are inconsistent with other

historical documents. .

The progress of the investigation is stuck, and this hurdle cannot be passed.

Kemeng has begun to think about how to use the game information at hand to

promote the rapid development of the first week of the plot.

"No, the time hasn't arrived yet, you have to wait for them to reach their

level." Kemeng thought.