Life Dungeon Game

The white-clad, gold-collared figure is a C-rank of the World Tree. Judging from the respectful manner of the other C-rank figures towards the old man, this old man seems to be a B-rank of the World Tree.

"Old Liu, we meet again."

A loud helicopter roared from the sky, and a blond, muscular man wearing a simple vest and bare chest jumped down with his back to the ground.

boom--

He slammed to the ground, creating a deep crater in the hard, gravelly surface.

Another B-grade.

He Ao glanced at his side; Wu Lan's face showed surprise, she probably really didn't know.

He then looked to the other side, where Yang De's face showed a gloomy and surprised expression.

However, it's a bit over the top.

Things got interesting.

I'm feeling a bit unwell and not in good shape.

Chapter 417 Arrangements by All Parties (Long Chapter, Please Add to Favorites, Vote for Monthly Tickets, and Follow)

He Ao's gaze swept over and saw that at this moment, there were five C-level members of the World Tree faction dressed in white outfits with gold collars, surrounding the old man in white robes.

On the other side, three more men dressed casually, who also appeared to be C-rank, stood behind the shirtless blond man.

“Sloan, Rudol,” Liu Zhengyun said, his gaze sweeping over the blond man and the white-robed old man, “we made an agreement that we would not step into each other’s territory.”

“Sloan is the vice president of Moonlight, a transcendent organization in the Tia Empire, and Rudel is an elder of the World Tree,”

Wu Lan's voice rang in He Ao's ears, "Because the impact of B-level is too great, the major organizations previously reached an agreement that they cannot enter each other's sphere of influence at will."

"Was there no mandatory agreement?"

He asked softly.

"Who can make mandatory agreements regarding these Category B items?"

Wu Lan shrugged.

An agreement without consequences is just a piece of waste paper that can be torn up at any time.

He Ao shook his head and said softly, "Thank you."

"It's nothing~" Wu Lan's voice suddenly became charming, "If you really want to thank me, after this is over, little brother He Ao, do you have time to go online with your sister and play some games~"

"Go online?"

He Ao was taken aback.

"Go to an e-sports hotel to surf the internet," Ji Po's muffled laughter drifted in, "the kind with a king-size bed and a huge pile of toys."

"Ahem..." Yang De's voice cut in, "Wu Lan, don't talk about these things in the public channel in the future, just chat in private."

"Okay, okay, I know," Wu Lan's voice was charming and sticky, as if she were whispering in He Ao's ear, "Little brother, let's go online together sometime."

He Ao: ······

The last person to extend a similar invitation to him was the dancer Kiko in the dungeon world, but now her corpse has been blown to smithereens by her best friend.

Moreover, it is obvious that Wu Lan's skills are not as good as the dancer's, after all, the dancer is a professional in this field.

Of course, He Ao also had a lot of memories about Alysser in Dawn City.

In Dawn City, where materialism reigns supreme and money reigns supreme, Miss Alysser's antics are beyond imagination.

Most of these memories come from Mr. Reggie, after all, the old man was known as the 'Iron Body' when he was young.

Looking at He Ao's unmoved expression from afar, Wu Lan felt slightly discouraged.

She wanted to see the way a young boy blushed when teased, but He Ao's calm and experienced demeanor dampened her interest. She even had the illusion that He Ao could easily tease her back.

However, it seems that He Ao did not have this idea.

"Alright, stop talking. These people are up to no good," Yang De's deep voice rang out. "When the fighting starts, prioritize protecting the tent pegs. If you can't protect them, retreat. Don't fight to the death."

"Five World Trees, three Moonlight Trees,"

Ji Po laughed and said, "They certainly didn't expect Brother He Ao to come. Eight against three, are they really going all out? They really think highly of us."

"But where's Moonlight, that berserker? Isn't that guy supposed to be the best below B-rank in the world? I'd really like to meet him."

. "

"The berserker was killed two days ago. The intelligence said he was killed with a single blow."

Yang De replied in a deep voice.

"Who did it?"

Wu Lan was somewhat surprised.

"Intelligence indicates it was Hu Wen, and it happened shortly after we left. That guy is causing quite a stir in Alano right now."

Yang De explained slowly.

"Hu Wen? Wasn't he seriously injured by Brother He Ao? How could he still have the ability to kill the Berserker?"

Ji Po's originally dull voice now showed obvious surprise.

"I don't know how they did it. We'll have to be more careful on future missions."

Yang De said slowly, "Especially He Ao, Hu Wen was seriously injured by you. Knowing his personality, he will definitely seek revenge. If there are any problems, be sure to contact us."

"it is good."

He Ao nodded slightly.

The group was chatting casually through their headsets, appearing as if they were in a tea room, but in reality, everyone's muscles were tense as they warily watched the enemies in the distance.

The banter on the public channel was just something these experienced colleagues deliberately started to ease He Ao's tension.

Although He Ao had a glorious record of double kills, according to the data, he had not been involved in many battles, and the battle was one in which he was surrounded by twice the number of C-rank enemies.

For newcomers on the battlefield, the biggest factor is often not proficiency, but nervousness.

When people get nervous, they are prone to losing control, and their original abilities are greatly reduced.

While veteran colleagues in the overseas department tried to ease He Ao's 'nervousness', Liu Zhengyun, Moonlight, and World Tree's B-level conversation continued.

"Old Liu, your research institute already has three B-grade items. Wouldn't it be inappropriate to have another B-grade extraordinary item?"

Sloan said in a deep voice. He seemed to be somewhat wary of Liu Zhengyun. Despite having such an obvious advantage, he did not make a move immediately, but instead confronted Liu Zhengyun.

His Chinese was not fluent, and it had a slightly strange tone.

"The world's treasures have always belonged to the virtuous."

Liu Zhengyun snorted coldly, still pressing one hand on the Verola, his tone calm and slow, "Besides, this vehicle is heading to the research institute's territory. It's not that you didn't have opportunities before, but that you didn't seize them. Have you ever seen a robber break into someone else's yard and say, 'You have so much gold in your house, it's not appropriate for you to take this piece of gold,'?"

"Old Liu, we all know you're good with words, but we don't know if you're just as good with your hands."

Sloan clearly couldn't win an argument with Liu Zhengyun, so he simply chose to give up.

"He's just stalling for time to control the car, so he'll just attack."

The white-robed old man, Jodel, beside him pulled a staff, taller than a person and engraved with many strange patterns, directly from the edge of the motorcycle.

This old man is a bit irritable.

He Ao watched as Ruode raised his staff, a burst of yellow light gathering on it. Then, the white-robed elder leaped up and swung the staff down at Liu Zhengyun's head.

What headshot staff?

This action ignited the entire battlefield.

Liu Zhengyun had to reach out to catch the staff, which weakened his ability to suppress the Verola.

boom!

At that moment, a tremendous roar resounded in everyone's ears, echoing across the entire earth.

They all seemed to tremble slightly.

A huge crack ran through the ground beneath everyone's feet, attempting to knock all the tent pegs away at once.

"stop!"

Seeing this, Liu Zhengyun, who was catching the old man's staff, stomped his foot on the ground, and the huge crack stopped abruptly in the middle.

"Old Liu, I'm really curious about your talent. You know so much."

Standing at the beginning of the crack, Sloan chuckled, bent his legs, and charged towards Liu Zhengyun like a cannonball.

"Then try it yourself."

Liu Zhengyun's hand struck the old man's staff, and both of them paused simultaneously.

Liu Zhengyun squatted down, and the old man flew back.

At this moment, Sloan also quickly joined the battle.

At this moment, Liu Zhengyun no longer had the energy to control the train.

In an instant, the pressure of imprisoning the Verola was once again placed on the hands of He and his three companions.

The eight Class C soldiers ahead quickly split into four teams and rushed towards the four people holding the tent pegs in place.

The first to rush towards He Ao was a thin man wielding two short knives, who quickly leaped toward He Ao.

He Ao pressed down on the tent pegs with one hand and gently lifted the other, cutting the grass in half. A white light pierced through the grass.

The white light flashed across the thin man's arm, instantly leaving a deep, bone-revealing wound.

Almost simultaneously with the man's injury, the white light fell into He Ao's hands.

It was a pure white, crystalline bone sword, its sharp blade reflecting a faint, cold light.

This is the bone sword that He Ao obtained from the ruins; he entrusted it to him for transport.

Because carrying a sword would be too conspicuous when lying in ambush, he asked Yang De for a sturdy thin rope.

One end of the rope is tied to the hilt of the sword, and the other end is tied to the hand. Then the sword is placed in the grass to the side, so that it can be held in the hand or thrown.