Chapter 120 Do You Think It's a Physical Attack?
While the player and Wagner were disliking each other, the lakeside village about two kilometers away was in chaos.
"What the hell are those things?! Why are there so many undead here??"
In the temporary camp formed by huge trucks pulled by more than twenty six-legged lizards, the owner of the caravan, a dark-skinned, fat Sokri man, glared and cursed in shock and anger.
The leader of the Sea Lion mercenary group kept silent and waited for his employer to vent his anger. Then he stepped forward and said, "Mr. Yilike, something is wrong here. We need to leave as soon as possible."
"Leave? That sounds nice!" The merchant Irik's round dark eyes, which were unique to the Sokri people, widened even wider. "Your people haven't brought back any information about Westram yet. Where do you want my caravan to go? Can we fly directly to Innadri?"
The leader of the Sea Lion was silent for a moment, then said, "We can take a detour, Mr. Yilik. We can leave here and take a detour from the east. We can still reach Innaderi after two more days of walking."
The dark face of the businessman Yirik turned red, and he pointed at the leader's nose and cursed: "What do you mean, Ken? Is this your attitude? Is this how the Sea Lion Mercenary Group does things? I paid you to come here, so that you can teach me how to do business?!"
Captain Ken had to bow his head: "I'm sorry, Mr. Yilike, that's not what I meant."
The merchant Yilik refused to give up. He pointed at Ken and cursed him for a long time before angrily asking him to arrange night watchmen. He sternly demanded that he continue to send people to Westham Town at dawn. Because a large number of strange undead had visited not long ago, he did not dare to let Ken send people at night. He had to keep more people to protect the caravan's safety during such a dangerous period of time at night.
Captain Ken watched his employer enter the large box carriage and rubbed his brow with a headache.
Professional mercenaries would not waste time on trivial matters when carrying out a mission. His team leader had led his men to explore the way and had not returned yet. There could only be one reason for this: the three of them had encountered an opponent from whom they had no chance of escaping.
Captain "Sea Lion" is very clear about the ability of the action captain. If even the action captain is given to him for free, then he will definitely not be stupid enough to continue to add more people to the team - the existing companions are more important than the lost companions.
However, he wanted to "cut losses in time", but his employer refused.
Those fabrics were so tempting that even if they were purchased at double... no, triple the price offered by those peasants, they could still make at least five times the profit as long as they shipped them back!
Double the profit is enough to make people jealous, let alone several times the profit? The leader of the "Sea Lion" group also knew that it would be difficult for him to convince the employer to give up this "way to make money".
"Ken!"
Across the mercenaries who were grilling around the campfire, Kane's deputy, the big man Adam, stood on the other side of the camp and waved to him.
Ken pushed aside a few idiots who were fighting over the meat and strode over: "Did you find out?"
"I confess." The big guy Adam's face turned pale, as if he was frightened by something. He looked around before leaning close to Ken's ear and whispered in a low voice, "Ken, we're in big trouble... These bastard country bumpkins have screwed us!"
Ken's expression hardened: "I'll go take a look."
Outside the camp, in the cowshed of the village chief's house, which was forcibly requisitioned and was personally guarded by Ken's confidants, Ken saw the target of the torture.
The young man curled up on the haystack, raised his bruised eyelids, and shuddered at Ken who came in.
The undead had been to the village, and Ken knew with his knees that the villagers were not telling the truth, at least not about the truth about Westram's true situation; since he couldn't get any answers from the older people, he turned to the young people, and indeed found a breakthrough with the village chief's son.
Looking down at the timid young man, Ken kicked him down without saying a word.
"Stop, stop hitting me. I've told you everything, I've told you everything, master!" The village chief's son was terrified and burst into tears, holding his chest.
"Tell me! What's going on in Westham town!" Ken shouted coldly.
"The new lord Rex has the support of a black magician. The former mayor was captured by the undead sent by the black magician and locked up in the former militia!" The village chief's son screamed in fear, "When I went to the town with my father, I saw undead wandering the streets!"
Ken, who had a bad feeling in his heart, couldn't control his expression when he heard the word "black magician"...
No one wants to provoke spellcasters, especially illusionists and black magicians. These two types of people would be avoided by regular troops, let alone mercenaries like them.
When Ken thought of the undead who had run into various places in the village and even sneaked into their camp to watch openly not long ago, his scalp tingled.
"My father said that no one should tell you that there are black magicians and undead in this town. Otherwise, none of us will be saved..." The village chief's son was so busy crying that he didn't notice Ken's pale face. "My father said that Mr. Rex is the most merciful lord. As long as we don't betray him, he will definitely save us..."
Ken was shocked and angry when he heard this, and he laughed out of anger: "Are you dreaming? You expect the nobles to save you country bumpkins? Does he know who you are?"
The young man looked panicked and lowered his head.
Ken walked out of the bullpen with a grim face and immediately went to his employer to report the information.
Upon hearing that there really was a black magician in the town of Westham, the merchant Yirik almost slipped off the soft cotton cushion of the high-back chair.
"No wonder the undead are acting so strangely... There really is a black magician controlling them!" Yilike was shocked and scared. "Damn it, we just sent someone to explore the way and offended that black magician? Are these spellcasters so petty!"
"Mr. Yirik, let's leave here quickly." Ken urged, "Go around Westram and go into the city. When we get to Innadri, given your relationship with the Bartles family... that black magician will have to give you some face no matter what."
Yili Ke did not agree immediately, but paced in the carriage with an anxious look on his face.
This Sokri merchant did have a good relationship with the Bartles family, the lord of Innadli.
The Sokre Empire was a tropical power in the southern part of the Napoleonic continent. The local area was rich in food spices such as chili, pepper, garlic, ginger, and dried kiwano. Before the advent of the Age of Discovery, it was once known as the "Kingdom of Spice". Merchants from the Sokre Empire were once called "Spice Ships on Land".
After the advent of the Age of Exploration, the huge ships that sailed across the oceans of the Northern Kenyan Empire brought back not only extremely low-cost orc slaves, but also huge amounts of spices that were produced in abundance on the outer continent, causing an extremely serious impact on the spice trade of the Sokri merchants.
Today, Sokri's spices can no longer be sold to the north and can only be sold to some countries in the central and western parts of the continent through land trade. Its influence is far less than before.
However, as the saying goes, a lean camel is bigger than a horse. The Sokri merchants who specialize in local spices still have higher status than ordinary merchants, especially imperial merchants like Irik who have noble blood. He is one-quarter Sokri imperial aristocratic. Although he has not been awarded a medal, as long as he reports his surname, he can still receive VIP treatment in a small country like the Rhine.
But... when he saw the square piece of exquisite cloth spread on the small round table, Yilik still felt unwilling.
Elik had received a certain degree of aristocratic education from his father, and he could accurately judge that the Bartles family did not have the source of this fabric - otherwise this piece of fabric, which was properly cut and slightly hemmed and could be used as a tablecloth in any decent place, would never appear in the hands of a bumpkin in a remote village.
If he hurriedly went to the Bartles family for protection, he would not be able to get these fabrics... Even if he could get them, the majority of them would go to others.
Yilik clenched his fists and then lowered them, then lowered them and clenched them again.
"Wait - why should we regard the black magician as an enemy?" Yilike suddenly said, "After all, we just sent spies and did not do anything rude, right?"
Ken: “…”
He really wanted to say that sending out spies was an offense...but he also knew very well that if he pointed this out, Yilik would definitely put the blame on him and blame him as the captain for not stopping it at the time.
The surname Yirik carries a lot of weight. If the Sea Lion mercenary group offends this employer, it will be difficult for them to survive in Sokri. Captain Ken can only keep his mouth shut.
"That's right, we don't have to confront the black magician at all." The more he spoke, the more he believed that his idea was feasible. He said excitedly, "We used to do business with Baron Marcus, and now of course we can do business with Rex... That guy doesn't seem to have a title? It doesn't matter, he will be awarded a knighthood sooner or later, and we can still do business with this gentleman!"
"That's it!" Irik clapped his hands while talking to himself. "Ken, send an envoy to the town at dawn with gifts and Irik's business card ! We need to establish a good relationship with this gentleman!"
"It's getting dark."
Wagner looked up at the sky, silently pinned on the azalea badge, and stood up with all his might. Following Yang's request, he called out to the noisy and self-dead souls, "My fellow undead, it's time to fight! Please help—"
"It's finally started!"
“Go, go, go!”
"Ah~"
The undead were scattered everywhere, jumping up one by one like springs, running towards the lakeside village as haphazardly as a flock of sheep and as cheerfully as wild horses.
The blood vessels on Wagner's forehead almost burst: "——Stop right there!!"
The undead at the back had already jumped dozens of meters away, and no one turned back to pay attention to Wagner.
Wagner took a deep breath...
——He really shouldn’t have had any hope for these undead bastards!!
Wagner looked at his soldiers with a dark complexion and roared through his teeth: "Line up!"
When Wagner, with a face as black as the bottom of a pot, led his soldiers to the vicinity of the lakeside village, he was shocked to find that... the undead did not rush into the enemy's group and mess around, but gathered .
But...the situation wasn't much better than the worst Wagner had expected.
The undead gathered in a noisy formation in the cornfield, less than two hundred meters away from the village.
Between the cornfield and the village, on the compacted yellow soil used to dry grain, there is a temporary horse and carriage camp surrounded by giant trucks pulled by six-legged lizards.
In the camp with a blazing bonfire, countless fierce mercenaries and caravan thugs in armor and sharp weapons were staring in amazement at the cornfield less than a hundred meters away.
Wagner once again had the urge to vomit blood - it seems that these undeads arranged tactics and deployed troops in front of the enemy, which is a traditional operation? !
So... what was the point of Yang asking them to attack at night? ? Did he have any idea of his undead? !
These undead don't care if they are exposed to the enemy, okay? !
"Captain Pete, are we going over there?" The soldier who had been squatting in the bushes following Wagner obediently asked cautiously.
"Wait a minute." Wagner forced himself to swallow the blood that was rushing to his throat. "Let's wait until the undead fight the enemy."
The soldiers nodded in unison. The undead were immortal and nothing serious could happen if they messed around. They, the living people without heavy armor and mounts, could not act recklessly like them.
At this moment, the undead who had deployed their troops right under the enemy's noses suddenly became chaotic...
"There aren't even enough healing points left, and you guys still want to take two per team?!"
"It's none of your business if we form a team with our own relatives and friends!"
"Damn you, you're so awesome. Go lead the team on the mission yourself. Why are you following a big group?!"
"Looking for trouble, huh? It's none of your business whether we follow the big group or not. There's the sea at your doorstep, so why bother?"
"Fuck your dad!"
"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing? Talk nicely and don't use violence!"
"Fuck, can you guys not make trouble now even if you have conflicts? There are over 200 people watching your show?!"
"Give me some face, brothers! We all have to complete the mission. Can we settle the grudges later?"
The two teams suddenly started fighting, and one of the hot-tempered guys drew his knife and chopped the other guy on the head. The people around them quickly surrounded him and tried to persuade him to stop.
Wagner, who was observing secretly: "..."
Wagner turned his face away and raised his hand to his forehead.
It's unbearable to watch.
If these undead were his soldiers, at least half of them would have to be dragged out as sacrifices before the battle began.
This dragged on for more than ten minutes, and the reactions of the enemies in the makeshift camp changed from shock to confusion and surprise. They gathered together and pointed at the messy undead in the cornfield. Only then did the group of undead barely complete their formation.
Then... Wagner saw an undead roaring with full energy, "Brothers, follow me", and the undead, who had just barely formed a formation, swarmed towards the enemies who were peeking out of the temporary camp.
In the bushes, the soldiers were dumbfounded, and Wagner was stunned.
Wagner came to his senses and pinched his thigh with all his strength to hold back his curse - what's the point of you guys going through so much trouble to organize the team! !
The enemies in the camp were no more confused than the friendly soldiers. They were slow to realize that the undead were coming to attack them, and they quickly shouted to each other and formed a formation to fight the enemy.
Generally speaking, a circle of thick-skinned six-legged lizards and giant carriages loaded with cargo is the most effective outdoor shelter. As long as the caravan thugs and mercenaries hold this line of defense, even a group of thieves that outnumber them will find it difficult to break through the shelter and cause effective damage to them.
This caravan of the Irik family has rich combat experience, and the "Sea Lions" are a long-established mercenary group. Although they were misled by the unique combat style of the undead and missed the best opportunity to take the initiative to attack, they also formed a good battle formation in a hurry and guarded the chariot and horse defense line facing this side tightly.
Then... Under the astonished gaze of the two commanders with rich frontline experience, Captain Ken, who was commanding on the spot, and Wagner, who was hiding in the bushes waiting for an opportunity, this group of undead did not adopt the correct tactic of concentrating their forces to break through, but instead splashed apart like water poured on the ground, rushing to both sides in a mighty, disorderly and disorderly manner...
"If we fight together, something bad will happen. We might even end up with a misfire before the mission is completed. It's better for us to separate and fight on our own."
The commander-in-chief of the undead, Miss Enbuteng, said this to Miaobishenghua.
"It can only be done this way." Miaobishenghua sighed, "There are so few people and there are so many things to do. If there were more people, we could perform "The Legend of Zhen Huan" several times."
"Where there are people, there is a world of martial arts. This game cannot be opened simultaneously with other games. The more immersive the game is, the higher the sense of involvement and the greater the emotions. I'm going to the battlefield on the left, you watch over the right." En Buzeng waved his hand.
"I'll try my best." Miaobishenghua said.
The old master, Captain Ken, who was confused by the players' random punches, wiped the sweat off his forehead and shouted: "Spread out the defense! Don't let any undead in!"
Fortunately, the mercenaries of "Sea Lion" had experienced several times of being besieged by bandits in multiple locations during their missions over the years. After a short period of chaos, they quickly adjusted themselves and dispersed in various directions to strike head-on at the undead who tried to cross the chariot and horse defense line.
It was not difficult for the players' nimble skeleton bodies to climb the six-legged lizard carriage, but at the same time, the players' skeleton bodies were indeed not resistant to blows. Many players who jumped onto the top of the truck had their heads blown off or were completely smashed to pieces.
Needless to say, the players who were beaten to pieces turned into white light and disappeared on the spot.
The players whose heads were blown off were better off. They jumped down in a hurry and turned around to look for their heads... The players whose potential values were generally raised to above 70 had a longer "health bar" than when they first entered the game. The damage value of a blown-off head was not enough to clear the player's health bar.
“Aaaaaaah——!”
The mercenaries could still bear this terrifying scene, but some members of the caravan were frightened and screamed...
"Damn, these monsters are so damaging! They almost killed me in one second!" The low-health player who got his head back was also scared and hurried to find a nearby wizard to heal him.
"Don't rush forward if you don't have a helmet! These monsters will hit our weak spots!" Entropy shouted, "Those with equipment, push forward!"
The walker player who still wanted to climb onto the car quickly stepped back to give the way to the knight warrior.
Because the undead horses were released right after the server was launched, there were few warriors, but knights were the majority. The knight players who had fallen behind due to their heavy equipment quickly caught up...
A knight player swiftly jumped onto a carriage, swung out his sword and shield, and dashingly smashed the shield at the mercenary who was swinging his sword at him.
As for the tactic of using shields to hit people, the heavy-armored knights in this world are very good at it. The mercenary who came up to stop them has also seen it before, but he didn't take it seriously and continued to chop with his long sword.
The small round shield (too heavy for the undead to lift) hit his shoulder, and this fat and strong mercenary secretly laughed at the light force... Then he felt dizzy and his eyes went dark.
This mercenary, who was also from the Sokri people, had a blank face and his pure black eyes were wide open, completely unable to understand what was going on...
When a proper knight hits someone with his shield, it is pure physical damage. Given the physique and strength of the undead, it really won't be a big problem if it hits someone.
However, the skills of the knight players were modified by Yang Qiu based on the online game skills of the Earth plane and the skill runes of the alchemy puppet. They looked like physical attacks, but they were actually mental attacks...
Knight players must consume a certain amount of available mental power to launch shield strike skills. After hitting the target (it will be ineffective if it hits a heavily armored part), no matter how light the force is or how big the target is, as long as the mental value does not exceed the player's attack range, the player will inevitably suffer the reaction of the mental attack and fall into a short state of dizziness.
The warrior player's charge skill also works on the same principle. Otherwise, with Yang Ying weighing less than 70 kilograms including his character and equipment, how could he possibly stop Wagner, who weighed a ton including his horse?
While the mercenary who was hit by the shield briefly lost his ability to fight, several Walker players who were crowded under the carriage quickly took action and worked together to drag the unlucky mercenary down. They skillfully disarmed him in less than two seconds, tied him up with nylon restraints, and dragged him back...
Captain Ken, who happened to see this scene, said: "???"
Wait! What on earth are these undead coming for? !
