Different World Online

"My dear little brother, I can give you a girlfriend who is as pure as a virgin!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two blue veins popped up on Steve's forehead.

Damn, you’re not playing anymore, right?

Who is this bastard trying to make fun of my big gun?

Steve stood up suddenly, turned around with a dark face, and looked at the person who spoke with a bad expression;

This is a tall man, with a height of nearly six feet (about 2 meters), almost as tall as Steve. He wears a simple green training suit and yet he looks as cool and elegant as the wind.

After looking the man up and down, Steve turned away and sat down as if nothing had happened.

I can tell from the look in his eyes that he is someone I cannot beat.

Apart from anything else, who would dare to wear such thin clothes in a place like the Zerg battlefield?

A legend, and a very powerful one at that.

On both sides of Steve, Thorin and Old Pete looked at Steve with a sincere expression on his face and smiled unkindly.

On the opposite side, Shudeman stood up calmly, took two steps forward, stretched out his fist calmly, and bumped fists with the man tacitly.

"Hello, Matthew."

"Schudeman, long time no see. Why are you still so sullen all day long?"

"I'm used to it. What exactly happened on the front line?" Shudeman ended the reminiscing session with one sentence and shifted the topic to the war on the front line.

Upon hearing this, the Wind Sword Saint Matthew's expression instantly became solemn, and he slowly spoke:

"The front line is gone!"

"Completely gone?" Schudeman asked.

Matthew sighed heavily and nodded slightly.

Seeing this, Shudeman slowly pursed his dry and chapped lips, lowered his head, and prayed in a low voice:

"Irmat, may they all return to the kingdom of faith after death, and may they live in a world without suffering in the future."

The members of Shudeman's team also bowed their heads and prayed to the gods they believed in.

On the side, Steve followed the crowd, lowered his head and muttered silently.

“May they not be the only sons, may they not have no descendants, may their wives not remarry, and may their ancestral graves be filled with smoke.”

Although it's weird, but...hehe...it is indeed a blessing.

After a simple prayer, Wind Sword Saint Matthew slowly raised his head and scanned the complete organization of the Shudeman team. He couldn't help but sighed:

“Shudeman, you are still so sharp and decisively chose to evacuate.

I walked all the way from the security zone, and most of the sentry towers have fallen."

Hearing this, Shudeman glanced at Steve who was whispering with Old Pete and said in a deep voice:

"It's not sharpness, it's luck."

As he spoke, he pointed to the body of a soldier lying face up beside him.

"This brave frontline soldier brought us valuable information before his death, which saved us from becoming food for the bugs."

In fact, as early as when Shudemann received the news that gravity was getting weaker, he had already made up his mind to retreat.

However, he was not prepared to tell Steve about the details he had discovered, because he did not want Steve and Matthew to get too close;

Matthew, the Wind Sword Master, a high-level legendary sword master, the Son of Slaughter. Almost all the people who were close to this guy are dead. He is the embodiment of trouble.

After briefly chatting with Matthew, Shudeman clapped his hands and said:

"Get ready to go!"

As soon as the words fell, everyone who had simply recovered a little strength stood up and walked towards the direction of Holy Shield City.

The sun was shining brightly, and the frequency of insect attacks was much lower. In addition, the location was very close to the Holy Shield City, so the safety factor was still guaranteed.

At the front of the team, Shudeman and Matthew walked side by side.

"Schuderman, give me the guy with a gun in your team." Matthew came close to Shudeman and lowered his voice.

As a legendary swordsman with rich experience, he could tell that Steve was still a newbie, but it was precisely because of this that he wanted to get Steve into his team.

A newbie like this who can thrive on the Zerg battlefield, once he becomes a legend, won’t he soar straight to the top?

Hearing this, Shudeman shook his head without hesitation.

“Steve is still young, and he shouldn’t waste his youth on the Zerg battlefield with a bunch of us Embers.

I plan to take him on some quests, and when he has enough merit, I will let him go to Toril."

"What a waste!" Matthew shook his head.

"He is only at level one now, right?"

Hearing this, Shudeman nodded.

“That’s why I said it was a waste, that guy is a natural Zerg butcher!

Do you know what I saw along your route?

There were countless Zerg corpses along the way, and most of them were killed in one blow. It was efficient and deadly!

That's why I said he is a natural Zerg butcher!

I can say this, as long as he doesn't die, he will definitely have a place on the Zerg battlefield in ten years.

The front line is his stage! Good steel needs to be forged!"

"No!" Shudeman still shook his head stubbornly.

He had been to the front lines and knew how dangerous the endless tsunami of insects was;

To put it bluntly, even if his team was composed entirely of legendary warriors, they wouldn't be able to make any waves there.

The third natural disaster is no joke when it is called a natural disaster.

Look at other natural disasters!

The first disaster, the demons of the Abyss, continued the bloody battle for countless years, starting with the void demons and the ancient gods of order, and ending with the third generation of Tanar'ri demons vs the Nine Hells.

The Blood War of the Abyss existed long before the gods were born;

What can be confirmed is that the bloody battle in the abyss will continue until the world is destroyed and everything returns to chaos and nothingness.

This is the first disaster, this is the battlefield of the abyss, a terrifying place that no gods dare to set foot on.

How bad could the third disaster, known as the Void Tide, be? !

Shudeman himself is not afraid of the insect swarm, but he is not alone.

On the side, facing the stubborn Shudeman, Matthew sighed helplessly.

He had fought in the Zerg battlefield for so many years, and he had never seen a first-level rookie blend in well among a group of legends;

To be honest, he really wanted to recruit Steve under his command.

What he didn't know was that at the back of the team, Old Pete was digging up his past.

"Steve, remember, on the battlefield, stay as far away from that guy as possible."

"You mean the one in the training suit?"

"Yes! The farther away from him the better!" Old Pete lowered his voice and spoke in a serious tone.

"What?"

"Why? That guy is the target of Zerg's concentrated fire on the battlefield. He can withstand it, but can you?"

Steve really wanted to say that he could handle it, but when he saw old Pete's serious look, he decisively chose to shut up.

“Matthew, the Swordmaster of the Wind, one of the sons of the previous generation’s God of Murder Baal;

This guy can absorb soul energy from the enemies he kills.

In the words of the Nine Rings Tower, this guy is leveling up really fast!"

"Upgrade?!" Steve suddenly hit his blind spot.