Chapter 250 - Cross Fire Coughs Blood (2/2)

They did not expect Tyrant to build his territory in the ruins of the war.

It had to be known that this was a cursed place. The air was filled with undead power, and the monsters were also abnormally fierce. Once the player city appeared, the surrounding monsters would definitely attack crazily. At that time, the defense of the city would become extremely difficult. If one was not careful, this territory would be destroyed under the feet of the monsters.

In addition, that city was too huge. How could Tyrant manage such a huge city alone? Wasn't he courting death?

”Is he building a city or a grave for himself? This Tyrant is crazy!”

Cross Fire smiled disdainfully.

The Lake of Death was one of the most dangerous maps in the ruins of the war. It was located far away and the surrounding monsters were powerful. Building a city there was completely digging a hole for himself.

Not to mention how much money was needed to build a city, just the location was too remote. It was not attractive to other players. After all, the current players did not have the strength to fight monsters.

Unless one was a large guild with more than a hundred thousand guild members, there was no hope of developing this border city.

With this in mind, it was obvious that Tyrant would definitely suffer a huge loss this time. The money he had earned previously would definitely be spent on building the city and then turn into ruins under the attacks of the monsters.

Even if the monsters did not attack, after the other guilds obtained the City Creation Token, they would definitely start a territory war against this city. At that time, how could Tyrant alone defend such a huge city?

…

”In order to make it easier for my friends in Iron Skull City, I will build a teleportation circle between myself and Iron Skull City. It will save all the players in Iron Skull City a few days of running.”

Cross Fire continued to watch as he laughed.

”Idiot!”

He did not know what this Tyrant was thinking. The monsters in the Lake of Death were so powerful that only a fool would teleport to that damned place.

Every player knew that the Doomsday Forest was the most important map in the past month.

That brat did not want this good place and actually ran to that remote place to build a city. He was simply foolish to the extreme.

While Cross Fire was laughing happily, the next sentence made his pupils dilate in shock.

”Here, I have a piece of good news for everyone. That is, the teleportation array in the Cold Desolate Dragon City can teleport to the wilderness and cover the location of the Doomsday Forest. The nearest area is only a short half an hour's journey from the expeditionary army camp.”

”Therefore, I hope that everyone will not be robbed by unscrupulous merchants again. After waiting for two days, you will be able to teleport freely in Iron Skull City and the ruins of the war!”

Pfft—

Seeing this message, Cross Fire spat out blood.

”Impossible! This is definitely impossible! How can Tyrant have a teleportation circle that can teleport in the wilderness! That's a special teleportation magic circle that even Iron Skull City does not have. How can a low-level player like him have such a thing!”

Cross Fire really spat out blood. This was not an outcome he could accept.

In order to plan this time, the company had specially drawn out 3 billion alliance dollars to specially compete in the market of the ruins of the war. Boss Speck decided to stake it all. He wanted to use the greatest resources in his hands to forcefully suppress all his opponents and try to control the market at once to obtain the greatest benefits.

He, Cross Fire, was the person Speck had sent to follow up on the entire project.

If he succeeded in all of this, as Speck's lackey, he, Cross Fire, would also be valued by his boss and might even make a name for himself in the company. However, if he failed, then all the responsibility would be on him, because Speck was the young master of the corporation and could not bear any responsibility for this failure.

In other words, the success or failure of this mission concerned his future, or even his life!

”Oh no, my life is completely over…”

Cross Fire looked at the information in dejection.

If Tyrant was telling the truth, the 1..5 million gold coins worth of potions that they had worked so hard to transport would all be left to rot in his hands.