Outside Death Valley, inside the headquarters of the Hundred Races Warrior Competition Organizing Committee.
All the elders gathered together for a meeting to discuss the game situation that had occurred in recent days.
After getting everyone's permission, the intelligence analysts turned on the projector and computer, and then began to explain: "Dear elders, according to the The intelligence we detected shows that it has been three days since all the contestants gathered together, and there have been no deaths in these three days.”
"Where are those people who have the highest chance of winning the championship?"
an elder interrupted rudely.
"Reporting to the respected elders, all of them are dead."
The commentator quickly replied.
"Dead."
The elder who asked the question asked in surprise.
Seeing the way the commentator nodded, knowing that the matter was true, he couldn't help being shocked.
He thought about it and said, "Everyone, the situation now is very obvious.
There are only two possibilities.
One is that these people have reached a certain level.
There is an agreement, a temporary truce, and one is that all the players have announced the final winner.
There are still ten days before the game.
Everyone is talking about whether to continue or what."
"The game must continue, and the rules cannot be broken.
No one can predict what will happen until the last day."
The previous Hundred Clans Warriors said firmly.
It makes sense to everyone, and you can't break the rules just because of some changes.
Besides, everyone is just guessing.
No one knows the specific situation, so we can't draw conclusions easily.
The eldest elder has always remained silent, looking at everyone, and seeing that everyone's meaning is basically the same.
After consensus, he said: "Rules are rules.
They have never changed for thousands of years, and it is the same this time.
As for what the final result will be, it is too early to draw a conclusion now."
Upon hearing this, everyone stopped saying anything.
Even the commentator didn't know whether to continue and stood aside awkwardly.
At this time, an elder said: "In this case, how should the odds be adjusted?"
"The competition will remain as it is, and the odds will of course remain as they are, or even lowered."
The eldest elder said, his always calm expression changed a little, and he didn't know what he was thinking. ┅┅.
In the tent of the Saudi representative, the deputy prime minister looked at a person in surprise and asked: "Everything you said is true."
"Yes, sir, the elders said that the final winner is most likely to be chosen by all the contestants."
The man said with certainty.
"That's great.
As expected of our Earl, no, I have to tell my family about this."
The deputy prime minister said in surprise, fully believing the news.
The elder mentioned in this man's mouth was none other than Sha Guoguo.
Of course, what people say is worthy of trust.
The members of the Elders Council of the Hundred Tribes Assembly are publicly elected from various countries and tribes and represent the interests of all parties.
After the deputy prime minister hung up the phone to his brother, the king of Saudi Arabia, he felt extremely happy.
If all this finally came true, wouldn't it be that the more than 10 billion he had invested had turned into more than 100 billion?
What's more important was those who believed it.
Representatives from various countries who bet on their own words, don’t they owe themselves a favor?
Of course, what a person of the Deputy Prime Minister's stature values is not money, but favors.
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So many people owe one favor, and the Deputy Prime Minister gets excited just thinking about it.
He sighs in his heart that Zhao Wuji is his lucky star. ┅┅.
In the Xingyimen tent, everyone sat together.
Zhang Man said with a serious face: "According to my observation of the exchange rate in the past few days, there has been no change for two days.
I just received a call from the Deputy Prime Minister saying This is a situation, so I called everyone here just to talk about it.”
"What's going on?"
Cheng Gang asked quickly, and everyone else became anxious.
"The deputy prime minister said that all the contestants gathered together, and no one was injured or injured for two or three days.
This has never happened before in previous competitions.
There is a possibility that everyone will publicly recommend one person to become the final winner.
So there will be no competition, and another possibility is that everyone will temporarily cease fighting."
Zhang Man said.
"I think the first possibility is very likely."
Cheng Gang said thoughtfully.
"What's the reason?"
Qi Feibai asked.
"There is no need to gather together for a few days if we are temporarily suspended.
We can just go into hiding after discussing it.
Why gather together and have a bonfire party?"
Cheng Gang explained.
"It makes sense."
Zhang Man also pondered and said, "If it is the same, will the person we all recommend be the sect leader?"
"Needless to say, who else in the world can be the opponent of the sect master?"
Yang Fan said with admiration.
"It makes sense."
Everyone nodded in agreement with this conclusion.
"Great, if the goalkeeper wins the championship, things will be easier to handle."
Bai Yong said with a smile.
"It's hard to say.
Although identity is very important, there is no exchange of interests.
I think those old foxes may not agree.
Even if they agree, they may do one thing in person and behind the other's back.
Let's think more about how to fight this battle."
Cheng Gang said maturely and steadily said.
"The intelligence we just investigated revealed that the Lion Al Qaeda organization was exposed in advance.
The operation was unsuccessful.
A large number of members were hunted down by country a, and the remaining key members were missing."
Zhang Man suddenly said seriously.
"This is really fatal information.
What's going on over there in the Golden Triangle?"
Cheng Gang asked.
"The sneak attack was successful, but the effect was not obvious enough.
Country A only sent one division of troops to investigate and it was over.
It was not enough to delay or divert the attention of the people of Country A.
The nuclear submarine could not find a suitable fighter plane and had been destroyed.
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Exposed, if you don't run fast enough, you'll be in trouble," Zhang Man said with a solemn expression.
When everyone heard this, their faces darkened, and they all knew in their hearts that it would only be day or night before Country A could attack Soma Country.
Cheng Gang quickly asked: "Are you ready, Lao Lei?"
"Some preparations have been made.
Due to the lack of sufficient intelligence and the specific combat plan of country a, it is difficult to make targeted responses to the enemy.
Fortunately, the training situation of the new recruits is quite ideal, and these new recruits have been transferred to the southwest.
Seeing the blood, there might be another iron-blooded army," Zhang Man replied.
"There are still not enough troops."
Cheng Gang sighed and began to think deeply.
"The key is that the sect leader is not here and people's hearts are uncertain, so their combat effectiveness may not be fully unleashed."
Qi Feibai said.
"There are still ten days left," Pan Fu, who had been meditating next to him, suddenly said.
"Yeah, I just don't know if it's possible to end it early."
Zhang Man whispered, looking a little down but also a little expectant.
"Impossible, this kind of competition cannot be advanced, and the rules cannot be changed."
Pan Fu immediately denied.
When it comes to the level of rules, things become difficult to explain.
Everyone is not stupid, and they naturally understand the importance of rules.
If they mess up, this inherited game will have disappeared long ago. ┅┅.
Zhao Wuji, who was far away in Death Valley, did not think so much and lived the most carefree life since entering Death Valley: teaching everyone the concept of special operations.
After understanding, many of the contestants were once special forces and chose to retire for the competition.
With rich experience, he became a good assistant to Zhao Wuji.
More than 20 lions are enough for everyone to eat for several days.
When more than 100 people gather together, no animals dare to come up to harass them.
They study when they are full and drink enough, and hold some small activities and competitions every day to increase everyone's collective spirit.
There is a sense of belonging and cohesion.
If you are hungry, you will punish those who lose the game every day to hunt and cook, and have fun.
After all the previous Hundred Tribe Competitions, everyone is sure that there has never been one like this one, where the final winner was announced so quickly.
No one dared to object, and no one would object, not to mention Shiva, who firmly supports Zhao Wuji. , Aoli, Kakaba, Lu Xi and others, no one dares to challenge Zhao Wuji's skills alone.
In order to win back these rebellious people, Zao Wuji participated in small activities and competitions every time, especially fighting competitions.
There was no one he could match, and in the end, they all beat him up, and more than a hundred people rushed forward.
Not a single hair on Zhao Wuji was touched.
Of course, in order to avoid everyone's attacks, Zhao Wuji couldn't fight back, but this result was enough to make everyone feel at home.
Conventional special operations content is left to a few other knowledgeable people, such as sign language, joint attack, reconnaissance, breach of attack, counter-blocking, psychological warfare, warfare behind enemy lines and other skills.
As for wilderness survival, tracking, fighting and the like, forget it.
Everyone is a master , stronger than the most elite special forces.
What Zhao Wuji taught everyone was the new tactics he learned by combining the tactics of various beasts.
These things were not taught even to the Xingyi Sect.
It can be seen that Zhao Wuji had a deep understanding of this team.
Strength expectations and emphasis.
Time passed unknowingly, and the last day of the competition was coming.
At dusk, Zhao Wuji gathered everyone together, looked at everyone with satisfaction, and said: "Everyone, tomorrow is the last day of the competition.
After we go out, What are your plans?”
"President, I will go directly with you."
Kakaba said first.
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"Why don't you go back and take care of things first?"
Zhao Wuji asked curiously.
"Before coming, no one knew whether he would survive.
Everything that needs to be dealt with has been dealt with.
All we need to do is send a letter to my family when the time comes."
Kakaba explained.
When Zhao Wuji heard this, he understood after thinking about it.
Who can guarantee that he will not die if he participates in such a cruel competition, and it is reasonable to deal with the funeral arrangements in advance.
He couldn't help but think of the few things he confessed before entering Death Valley.
He didn't know Country A.
Did you send troops?
Thinking about this kind of thing is useless.
In a hurry, Zhao Wuji put aside this bad mood and continued: "You ask everyone, after going out, should you go directly to me or how to go directly?
Raise your hands."
Kakaba said what Zhao Wuji said in a common African language.
Everyone thought for a moment and raised their hands.
Zhao Wuji took a closer look and found that no one raised his hand.
Everyone was united and the military spirit was available.
He couldn't help but secretly rejoice.
Thinking of something, he couldn't help but said seriously: "Everyone already knows my identity, and they also know what is happening in my country and what is about to happen.
If you follow me, it means death."
"I haven't mentioned it yet.
It's good that I didn't die in this Death Valley.
I can still do some earth-shattering things with you, so it's not a shame to die."
Kakaba said, and then chattered to everyone for a while.
The crowd was excited and everyone yelled, General vote by show of hands.
"Okay," Zhao Wu was extremely happy and shouted loudly: "We are all people who came out of Death Valley.
We have defeated death and are the masters of death.
From now on, you will have a name called the Death Army.
You are all harvesting enemies.
The God of Death, the God of Death who scares the enemy.” 160420oshow7: