Conspiracy, power, struggle

With the sun slowly setting from the sea level, the underground world of New York once again ushered in a restless night. If you stand high above, you will find that there are people coming in and out of the secret strongholds all over the city, but some are intact and some are lying down.

With the escalation of the conflict between the Lords of Brooklyn, the whole Brooklyn has fallen into a bloody storm. People with a little sense will choose to find a safe place to hide from the wind.

Only those ambitious guys will choose to join one of them and please their loyal Lord by killing the enemy, so that they can get rich rewards after winning.

Of course, most of these people are full of consumables and cannon fodder. On the one hand, they try to test the details of their opponents, on the other hand, they weaken their strength. They can\'t live through the cruel stage of mutual consumption.

Zhang Cheng, who had not left his residence for a long time, stood on the roof of a 25 story commercial building and looked down at seven or eight dark shadows in the distance to attack a stronghold.

For a moment, gunshots, explosions, shouts and screams were heard everywhere. It was like a war.

The battle lasted only a few minutes. With sufficient preparation for the attack, all the resisters inside were killed. One by one, the bodies were dragged out, thrown into the prepared truck, and then went away, leaving only a large area of unclean blood and damage.

After a while, two trucks printed with the English letters of the cypress cleaning company stopped at the door, followed by four people who came down from the car, rushed into the house, used their super power to erase blood and repair bullet holes, and restored the house to its original state in less than 15 minutes. If they hadn\'t seen what had just happened with their own eyes, No one would have thought that there had been fierce fighting here not long ago.

"Hehe, is it a war game? There seems to be something interesting." Zhang Cheng said to himself with a smile.

"No, sir, this is far from a war game. At best, it can only be a mutual temptation. Before the Supreme Council officially announces the start, no Lord will act rashly, otherwise the punishment waiting for them will be severe." Polman, standing nearby, fiddled with his hair disturbed by the wind, explained in a low voice.

"Oh? What is the real war game like?" Zhang Cheng asked with great interest.

Polman trembled subconsciously and replied with a bitter smile: "I\'m very sorry. I\'ve never participated in the war game. I just heard that when the game is opened, the Council will let all lords take their men into another space to start a bloody fight there. Only the winner can come out alive. The last war game was queens 15 years ago. A total of 20 lords participated, including more than 3000 followers But in the end, fewer than a hundred people came back alive, and the rest died. "

Although there are not many descriptions and descriptions, Zhang Cheng can feel the tragedy at that time just by relying on a series of cold figures.

Besides, the death of more than 3000 people alone is enough to prove that the "war game" is not just a game, but a truly super power war.

Just as he was considering why the Supreme Council wanted to select a successor in such a bloody way, two middle-aged whites around the age of 40 suddenly opened the door of the roof and hurried over.

Among them, the man wearing a gray jacket and a thick beard went straight to the front, stroked his chest with one hand, leaned slightly, and carefully said, "Mr. wizard, the target has appeared. Do you think you can pay us?"

"Oh? Is it there?" Zhang Cheng quickly raised his telescope and looked at the back door of a four story supermarket in the distance.

I saw a strong man with a gloomy expression coming out of the corner and pointing at the five young people as if he were telling something.

The strong man is no one else, but Salas, the werewolf leader he has been looking for for for a long time.

"Polman, give them the reward." Zhang Cheng\'s mouth tilted slightly, and a cold chill flashed in his eyes.

"Here! You can open it now!" Polman threw a small password box without nonsense.

After they caught it, they immediately opened it and glanced at it. There was an unimaginable surprise on their faces. They bent down and bowed again, turned and disappeared into the safe passage.

Not long after they left, Zhang Cheng stood up and shook the dust on his body, opened the flint staff wrapped in sackcloth next to him, and tied the leather bag filled with Potion on the belt. You don\'t have to ask. He must be ready for battle.

To be exact, Salas was doomed to die from the moment the parchment scroll gave the task.

Because whether to get a reward or revenge for almost dying at the hands of the other party, Zhang Cheng will try his best to kill the dangerous werewolf leader.

Today, through the reward released in the underground world, he finally tracked the other party\'s hiding place. The next thing to do is rush in and kill.

Polman obviously knew this, and said with a serious expression: "Sir, are you sure you want to be alone? You don\'t need to ask some demon hunters or vampires for help?"

Zhang Cheng shook his head with a sneer: "no, no, I\'m enough alone. This is my fight and no outsiders are needed. Remember, your task is to wait here and clean up the scene after I leave. Do you understand?"

"Ming..."

Before Polman finished, Zhang Cheng suddenly stepped out of the fence and jumped straight from the height of the 25th floor.

Normally, the gravitational acceleration generated by this height is enough to make anyone fall into a meat pie, even a werewolf with strong muscle strength.

But at the moment when he was about to make close contact with the hard ground, a strong air flow emerged out of thin air, which forcibly slowed down the falling speed, and even made his body float, sliding close to the ground at a very fast speed.

Through the dim light, Polman vaguely saw that it was an unknown form like a dragon whirlwind holding up Zhang Cheng.

Although he doesn\'t know the wind element of Azeroth, he also knows that it must be some kind of supernatural creature, like dragons, giants, monsters and vampires

With the summoned wind element - Vera, Zhang Cheng rushed to the back door of the supermarket in just a few seconds, and then threw out the long prepared flame storm.

Next second

Boom!

The hot fire instantly swallowed the werewolf who didn\'t have time to respond!

They didn\'t even see the attacker clearly, so they began to roll and beat on the ground, trying to extinguish the ignited hair.