PREVIEW

... take a look at this game first. The route starts from the vicinity of Z city in the upper left corner of the map, passes through the upper city area, the ruins and the city, and the last stop passes the airport, which can be said to be a relatively evenly distributed route.

"Yes, but we already have a team that started jumping at the first stop, oh! It was the IG team that ate chickens in the previous game. They chose to jump to the edge of the map in Z City. It seems that this game IG i ...

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