EBE Chapter 632 Reactions of People on Mainland China
Chapter 632 Reactions of People on Mainland China
"The rules?" Zhi Xi frowned even more deeply.
"Um."
Cangwu withdrew his gaze and closed his third eye.
"Pass down the order."
"explain."
"Everyone should set up camp near the Wailing Wall, remain vigilant, and not allow anyone to cross the mountain."
"Not taking the initiative?" Zhi Xi was somewhat surprised.
Cang Wu shook his head.
"I don't make any assumptions before I meet the other person."
He turned around and walked into the depths of the grassland.
After taking three steps, I stopped.
"There's one more thing."
Zhi Xi nodded and turned to make the arrangements.
Cangwu continued walking forward.
His figure faded into the mist.
As for Shadow Blade, he had disappeared into the crowd at some point.
No one noticed where he went.
No one asked him where he went.
Because that's how Shadowblade has always been—he appears when he should, and when he shouldn't, no one can find him.
The fog on the grassland grew thicker and thicker.
Cangwu walked to the edge of the camp and stopped.
He opened his third eye again.
The star-like pupils slowly rotated, reflecting distant mountains, mist, the sky, and—
On the other side of the mountains, a blurry, almost invisible outline.
The silhouette remained motionless in the mist, as if it were watching him.
Cangwu stared at the outline for five seconds.
Then he closed his eyes.
"interesting."
......
Zhang Tianya's voice was particularly loud in the crowd, carrying a sense of excitement from surviving a disaster.
"Brother Lin Tian! You teleported here too? I thought we'd get separated!"
"The entire team should be teleported to the same landing point," Lin Tian said.
As Zhang Tianya spoke, he waved behind him, "War Alliance members, gather here! Don't lose them!"
Members of the alliance surged in from all directions, gathering behind Zhang Tianya.
Li Weiwei, along with the Blood Romance guild, approached from the other side, and the two guilds quickly spread out their formations on the gray-green grass.
More and more players are gathered around.
Some people were still looking around blankly, some had already started checking their backpacks, some had taken out their weapons and were scanning their surroundings warily, and some were squatting on the ground checking the grass under their feet for any special resources.
"Is this the Misty Continent?" A warrior looked around, his tone tinged with disappointment. "It looks no different from an ordinary grassland."
"What do you know? The point isn't what it looks like," the mage beside him chimed in. "The point is how many monsters, how many resources, how much—"
"How much what?"
"How many enemies?"
After those last words were spoken, there was a moment of silence.
Everyone instinctively looked at the mountain range silhouette stretching to the horizon.
The Wall of Sighs.
Nobody knows what's on the other side of the mountain.
But everyone knew there were enemies there.
"Don't scare yourself." Another voice came from the crowd, an archer's voice so loud it could be heard throughout the area. "The system hasn't announced the rules yet; maybe it's a cooperative mode?"
"Cooperation? With whom?"
"Players from the opposite continent."
"Are you dreaming? When did we ever cooperate in the first three rounds of the Battle for All Realms?"
"That's true." The archer scratched his head. "I was just saying."
"You can't just say it casually, it's bad luck."
The world chat channel had exploded by this point.
"Brothers and sisters, where have you all been teleported to? How did I end up on a grassland?"
"I am also a grassland! There's a mountain in the distance!"
"+1! The gray-green grass, the hazy gray sky, exactly like mine!"
"It seems everyone is on the same map and hasn't been separated."
"What about the people from the other side of the continent? Are they on our side too?"
"I don't know, I didn't see any other players. Did any of you see them?"
"No, they're all our own people."
"So that means the people on the other side of the map are on the other side? On the other side of the mountain?"
"It's possible; that mountain looks like the central barrier on the map."
"So, in the third round, we're supposed to cross the mountain and fight them?"
"Don't worry, let's wait for the system to announce the rules."
"By the way, have you guys seen Boss Lin Tian?"
"No, the big shot should be in the front row, I couldn't squeeze in."
"I saw him! He was standing with Zhang Tianya!"
"With Boss Lin Tian around, I feel much more at ease."
"Don't rely too much on the big shots. This is a team activity, and everyone has to contribute."
"That's right. If we can't beat the big shots on the other side, we can at least take on the minions, right?"
"Exactly! We need to boost morale!"
……
Lin Tian's gaze swept quickly across the crowd, confirming the positions of several key figures.
Zhang Tianya and Li Weiwei, along with members of the War Alliance and Blood Romance, had already set up a simple defensive formation on the left front.
Further away, he saw a group of people whose equipment was significantly better than that of ordinary players. The leader was a lean man in a black outfit, with two swords, one long and one short, at his waist.
Kenichi Sato.
The Dark Ravens also teleported to the same area, positioned on the right flank of the crowd.
Kenichi Sato stood there, without saying a word or greeting anyone.
He was simply observing his surroundings quietly, like a hunter familiarizing himself with a new hunting ground.
The Dark Ravens behind him also maintained a high degree of discipline; no one made a fuss, no one ran around, and everyone lined up in an orderly manner under Kobayashi Hikaru's command.
Further away, Lin Tian saw another group of people.
The leader was a burly white man wearing half-plate armor, his bare arms bulging with muscles.
Marcus DuPont.
The Imperial Bulwark forces occupied a large area of the crowd, their numbers were numerous, and their formation was well-organized.
Marcus stood at the front, arms crossed, his gaze sweeping over the crowd towards the Wailing Wall in the distance.
Standing beside him were Jack Carnegie, Isabella Ford, and Roderick Stanford, the four of them forming a small battle formation.
Catherine Morgan stood not far behind Marcus, still holding the blood-red whip in her hand, which hung on the grass like a sleeping red snake.
"President, the people from the other side of the continent should be on the other side of the mountain," Jack Carnegie whispered.
"I know," Marcus's voice wasn't loud, but it was firm. "Don't make any rash moves before the rules are announced."
"clear."
……
Across the grassland, players are slowly gathering into large and small square formations.
They come together as guilds, teams, friends, or simply as individual players banding together for mutual support.
No one knew what they would face next, but everyone was prepared.
The atmosphere gradually shifted from initial bewilderment to tension, and then from tension to a suppressed excitement.