Why is the waste prince like that?

The scenery of the strait is hard to see at present, and the spring is still cold. It took them a while to climb the cliff.

Da Congyuan returned to the team, bringing news that was not easy: "There are slight traces in the southeast direction. The initial judgment is a single team, but it disappeared completely later."

Lancer frowned, not because he was taken first, but because he couldn't understand why it was a single team. He didn't believe that there were still teams that took the right route and hadn't met other teams.

There are not no small commanding heights that are slightly remote. Lancer hesitated for a moment, decided to wait for the opportunity, and chose to retreat a certain distance, stationed behind a large pile of rocks.

Meng Luo distributed the nutrient solution, and the five of them lay down patiently. After a burst of mecha clashes, there was silence.

It was very long, and during the waiting time, there were only sea breeze and waves in my ears.

At this time, the first team of people appeared in their magnifying glass.

Da follower murmured softly: "Their livery is a bit weird."

Everyone's mechas are the most simple and simple style, and what is special in the arena depends entirely on the level of the mecha master.

Outstanding people know each other well, and Meng Luo can tell after a few glances: "But Miss He is good at it, and I'm afraid it's a bit difficult to fight with them in close combat."

Apparently, the other team of ambushers could also see that when the opponent climbed carefully and passed by, the high-defense body was huge, and the moment the mechanical foot stepped on the air, the flash of a bullet came rushing through the clouds and piercing the wind.

He dodged in a hurry, but he hit the opponent's heart. The mech master who followed was hit in the arm head-on, and was staggered and supported by the commander behind him.

Before they had time to say anything more, the ambush had already started bombing indiscriminately, and the attacked retreated hurriedly, but they moved after suffering some wear and tear.

At this time, a figure with light green stripes appeared, he was obviously a powerful attacking type, with his left hand hanging from the muzzle, he was approaching eagerly.

Everyone knew who it was, so there was a moment of silence in the team, and it was not an ordinary silence.

Under the cover of his teammates, Zitanabos easily penetrated the opponent's line of defense, regardless of the paint that made his mecha surface hiss, he held the commander and mecha master hostage, and fought It became unnecessary at this time, and the opposing commander hurriedly turned on the loudspeaker, lobbying the two teams to reach a cooperation.

Zita didn't make a sound. After listening quietly, he also turned on the loudspeaker, and a slight sneer came from inside: "Why should I cooperate with such a weak and defeated general?"

Immediately, he violently dismantled the commander's breastplate, took out the distress signal, opened it with one hand, and threw the opponent aside casually, complaining loudly regardless of the face of the loser.

"It's so weak, why have you been this kind of stuff these days, and it's not as good as the pile of resistance by the river. I said it's like this, so why should I apply for a name?"

"What are you doing looking at me with this look? Isn't what I'm telling the truth? If you fail, you won't find the reason from yourself, but instead resent the person who defeated you?"

Just seeing each other makes people feel the urge to hit him. I really can't believe how Ai Zhu fell in love with this kind of person.

Seeing Nabos ambushing and attacking one team after another with his devastating strength, the opponent's sense of presence is really weak.

Until the opponent twisted off a section of the mechanical arm and eliminated a team again, this time there was no stormy ridicule, but turned their backs to them and turned on the loudspeaker: "I said, no one really thinks that they can live by being a coward." until the end?"

Lancer was startled, but he soon calmed down. He didn't think they could hide for long, but they could save one fight.

However, someone reacted faster than them.

A mecha squad with uniform indigo blue paint appeared, and the smooth voice belonging to another young aggressive captain also sounded: "Don't say that, we just want to observe the legendary Nabosi fighting technique."

Zitanabos snorted lightly, and his tone was not without sarcasm: "Family learning, if you really like it, it's not that I can't teach it to you."

— meaning you are my son, right?

——Is there no command and dirty this year? It's quite rare.

——This is the beginning of scolding Yin and Yang

——Both captains are aggressive, I bet on Nubian, his smarter son

——The commander of the Nabosna team is obedient, whoever reads it and doesn't say a word is a tool man

——Lan and the others are still lying on their stomachs

——Laughing to death

Lancer hesitated for a moment, he didn't think he could miss this situation.

So after the voice in the team, they also stood up.

——What, this is the beginning of a big fight

——Hey, it’s impossible to catch a leak in this situation.

——Thinking of the one who was stabbed in the kidney the year before last hahaha

Lancer was not so naive as to think that he could negotiate a good result, but judging from the relationship between the three parties, their team did not belong to any side, and they even had a grudge against Nabos.

If they don't stand up, the two teams will join forces to fight against them in all likelihood.

"Good afternoon, everyone." He didn't know everyone present, so he decided to open the situation with a lighter opening statement.

It's on, Naboth's lightsaber is on.

He stood slightly away, making an obvious gesture.

Nubian's entire team took a step back.

Da Congyuan drew out his long whip, Da Congshi drew out his lightsaber, and Ai Zhu also stood in front of him, putting on an obvious defensive posture.

Lancer smiled slightly, his tone light and calm: "I don't think it's necessary, after all, it seems that there are only three of us left now, is Master Nabos planning to contribute to Nubian's honor?

Zitanabos's voice was rough: "I can kill the flies first, and then kill the mice."

It's hard, the fists of the Da brothers and sisters are hard.

But the best thing about them is that they are good at obedience beyond the external posture, and they don't rush to interrupt.

Zita Nabos spoke forcefully, but did not act immediately. His teammate hesitated for a while, and the light-sensitive model with silver-white paint moved slightly. It seemed that some discussion within the team had taken place, and he was unwilling to speak again. The captain of the team said: "Out of the spirit of chivalry, we are willing to use a duel to decide the outcome."

It takes some courage to break the contract in a game that is broadcast live on the entire network.

But the only commander shook his head and laughed: "Sorry, I don't believe in Nabos's promise."

His tone was soft and soft, but the words he said were not pleasant.

Zitanabos had been patient for a long time, and when he heard this, he immediately became furious. Before he could say a word, he rushed towards him, and the light bullet had already arrived.

He came alone, and all his teammates were a step behind him. This Lancer had already distributed tactics, and now it was divided into two groups. Ai Zhu and Da Congyuan restrained Nabos, and Da Congshi led Meng Luo to block the others.

Lancer turned over to avoid the sword that contained fury, looked up and saw Nubian's team standing far away without moving.

This is not good, he thought to himself, the game of tossing schoolbags can only be enjoyed by more people.