Disaster for all: Summoner is so lucky?

Chapter 99 The Vikings

The huge team of more than fifty people stopped outside the dungeon, in front of the blue stone gate.

Among the 50 people, men, women, young and old, there are all kinds of native players, but their momentum is surprisingly consistent, that is-strong.

These people stopped at the Qingshi Gate, they each had their own plans, but none of them was willing to open the gate first.

"Is this the dungeon?"

Wearing heavy armor and holding a steel hammer, the strong man impatiently buckled a lump of booger and bounced it to the ground.

"vulgar……"

One was wearing a blue book long shirt, and his elegant voice was full of disdain.

But what is completely different from his voice is his unattractive face, which at first glance is somewhat similar to a strong man with a steel hammer.

"What! Want to fight?!"

The strong man with the steel hammer pressed his body forward, trying to let the scholar understand the gap between himself and him from the momentum.

"Stay away."

The cold voice seemed to be like a barrier, blocking the huge body of the strong man.

The strong man with the steel hammer froze and looked in front of him.

It was a beautiful figure dressed in thin shawl, her delicate voice was full of ice-coldness, which made the steel hammer stop.

The scholar looked at the shriveled strong man, and the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up fiercely, but this look on his face looked so sloppy.

Gang Hammer looked at the scholar, then at Qianying, but did nothing, so he stood back in embarrassment.

"Steel Hammer, I haven't seen you for a few days... Is it like this?"

A hearty voice seemed very penetrating in the huge team of 50 people, at least the strong man heard it clearly.

This person squeezed through layers of crowds from the team, and pushed away several figures blocking his way, causing waves of curses.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry!"

This person was wearing a dazzling golden armor, and there was a straight feather stuck on the golden helmet.

Behind him is a few thick and hard bone spears, and the aura he exudes makes people not have the slightest doubt that he is a strong man.

But all the strong people present made his aura drown in the crowd.

While apologizing, the golden armored pitcher squeezed towards the direction of the hammer, not paying any attention to the other people around him who were already about to strike.

"Why are you here too?!"

The golden armor finally stepped forward, patted the steel hammer's armor excitedly, and winked at him.

The steel hammer who had been beaten by the scholar and Qianying just now was not in the mood to pay attention to this familiar kid at the moment, turned around, and faced the Qingshi gate that closed at an unknown time.

"This is your brother?"

The scholar still looked at the steel hammer with a smile, his words were full of provocation.

But Steel Hammer cared about the beautiful figure in front of him, so he just kept his head sullen and didn't say a word.

"You're the one who pushed me!"

Holding an ice shield in one hand and an AK in the other, a tall figure squeezed out of the crowd, shouting angrily at the golden armored pitcher.

He is dressed in Viking battle attire, as if to make people think he is heroic.

"Yes! What do you want?"

Seeing that the visitor was not kind, the golden armored pitcher raised his head and looked at the Viking gunner with no vain momentum.

"Steamer! I'll kill you to death!"

The Viking Gunner made a gesture to rush forward and give the Golden Armored Pitcher a shuttle.

He didn't dare to shoot directly in the crowd, after all, the fighting power of the people around him was almost the same as his.

But due to the embarrassment of face, he had to shout a few words to show his might and majesty.

"Didn't I apologize to you!"

The golden-armored pitcher still had an unconvinced expression, but his body hid behind the steel hammer disobediently, sticking his head out and facing the Viking gunner.

"Apologies are useful and the police are needed?!"

The Viking Gunner became more aggrieved when he saw the upright look on the pitcher's face.

Originally, when he was passed by a golden-armored pitcher, the players who knew him laughed at him when he stuck his hand in the face.

Now this person is still brazenly saying that he apologized, and the Viking gunman was so angry that he raised his gun and rushed forward to kill the golden armored pitcher.

"I killed you!"

As soon as the Viking gunman spoke, his head was held down by a big hand, making it difficult for him to move.

He swallowed, raised his eyeballs with difficulty, and stared at the master who raised his hands.

That man was Steel Hammer.

The Viking Gunner was already tall, but Steel Hammer was a bit taller than him. Now he was like a little chicken being pinned down by an old hen, unable to move.

The scholar stood aside playfully, admiring the sudden farce.

Qianying seemed not interested in this kind of thing, she turned around and carefully looked at the blue stone gate in front of her.

"A little bit..."

The golden armored pitcher showed a smug smile and stuck out his tongue mockingly at the suppressed Viking gunner.

"Let you come here?"

Steel Hammer's rough voice was full of murderous intent, he didn't show the Viking gunman any sympathy, and he didn't take this person seriously at all.

It can only be said that the idea of ​​the Viking Gunner is really not very good. It happened that the steel hammer was provoked by the scholar, and he was wronged by Qianying.

In normal times, he wouldn't easily care about the life and death of Jinjia Pitcher, a good friend he met by chance.

"You let go!"

The Viking Gunner's voice began to tremble, accompanied by the force in the steel hammer's hand.

As a warrior with a hammer, his strength is much greater than that of warriors with other weapons.

Steel Hammer didn't pay attention to the Viking Gunner, but continued to exert force on his hand, pinching him until he screamed.

"You are provoking our Viking Guild! Provoking our entire Viking tribe!"

The Viking gunman wanted to shoot, but found that his hand was empty. When he turned his eyes, the thing in the scholar's hand made him feel familiar.

The scholar was playing with the guns of the Viking gunner, but the Viking gunner had no choice. He wanted to take out the weapon again from the space, but the scholar didn't know what method he used to let all his weapons fall into the scholar's hands.

These people are indeed the same as raccoons of the same feather!
The Viking Gunner gritted his teeth but had no choice but to move out of his guild in an attempt to scare off this group of people.

And he was afraid that his Viking guild would not have enough face to let these people go, so he specifically pointed out the Viking tribe.

The Viking tribe is completely different from the Viking guild. The Viking guild is just a guild group composed of players, but the Viking tribe is not just players.

It is more like a nation, or a race, which contains the Vikings of Calamity Continent for thousands of years.

This nation is extremely good at fighting, and they are mainly warriors. Their innate strength allows them to kill giant bears without using any weapons.

"Viking tribe? Will you care about a little guy?"

The Golden Armored Pitcher spoke ironically. If the Viking Pitcher only moved out of his own guild, he might be a little bit afraid, but he moved out of the Viking Tribe, which proves that his guild's strength is not very good.

"Viking tribe..."

(End of this chapter)