Chapter 174: Camp Battle
Today on Earth is Friday, a great day for students and office workers who have finally welcomed the weekend and can't wait to rush into online games to play and relieve stress.
When Yang Qiu sent out combat mission invitations to all online players through the game announcement, the online rate of the 3,300 players in the game was as high as 95%... Not counting those with tool accounts, the number of online players exceeded 3,000.
The boasting posts that old players post on the forums, and the large amount of high-quality equipment that can only be purchased from old players after entering the game, have already engraved the basic perception that "combat missions are the most attractive" in the minds of all new players.
As soon as the announcement was released, everyone, whether they were squatting in the lumberyard to farm gold, running to the poisonous fog swamp to see the world, squatting in the mining area to farm alone, forming a team to go to the spider's nest, squatting in the living alley to practice skills, or running to Westram to go shopping and see the scenery, all ran towards the teleportation point like huskies seeing new furniture...
In other words... these online players were teleported to the front-line battlefield simultaneously from the Desolate Stronghold, Exile Town Teleport Point, Mining Area Teleport Point and Westram Teleport Point.
The players transmitted from the four points are concentrated in the same teleportation array and refreshed. It is normal for the array to be jammed like sardines...it would be abnormal if there was no jam.
Wagner, who was nearly two meters tall and weighed more than 100 kilograms, could barely rely on his physique and weight to protect himself from being overwhelmed by the undead at first; but as the entire front-line camp was packed like a can and the undead continued to pour out of the tent, this old man who had always been very confident in his weight was also horrified to find that his feet were slowly leaving the ground...
Imagining the scene of accidentally falling to the ground and being repeatedly trampled by countless pairs of undead feet, Wagner, a man who had never been afraid even when he was captured, broke out in a cold sweat.
The undead were trampling on their own people... No, the undead were ruthless when they attacked their own people, and he didn't dare to expect these guys to show mercy!
Between life and death, Wagner didn't care about anything else. He raised his arm and pointed to the north, shouting at the top of his lungs: "The enemy is ahead! Fight, undead! Attack--!"
We'll talk about organizing the undead to attack in an orderly manner later! He has to survive first!
Players who were pushed outside by the crowd, who were cursing or trying to find their teammates, subconsciously turned their heads to the north.
On the distant horizon, there was indeed a large group of cavalry charging towards them in the smoke and dust.
If it were any other army, and the enemy formed a formation and charged at them when their own army was in chaos, it would basically be a prelude to defeat without a fight and collapse and retreat.
But if it were these players... they don't exist.
"Here comes a monster!" a player shouted in surprise.
"It's still a knight monster! A monster covered in equipment!" The player who shouted this was so excited that his voice was trembling.
The players who had blocked the frontline camp immediately rushed towards the "monsters" like a flood, screaming...
Wagner lowered his center of gravity and tried his best to keep his balance. As the scattered undead ran out of the camp, he immediately turned 90 degrees and distanced himself from this group of lunatics - there were many undead in the camp who did not move, and undead were still pouring out of the tents. He had to stay away from these guys!
The first wave of players who pounced on the Fiery Solari like vicious dogs numbered about a thousand people.
As a group, players are indeed quite stupid when playing games... but that doesn't mean that everyone will give up on treatment; most players have a good idea of their own strength. At first glance, they can see that it is a large group of humanoid monsters working together as a group. It is wishful thinking to expect to gain any advantage by fighting alone in this melee.
So… an extremely bizarre and incredible scene appeared on the battlefield of the nameless wasteland:
On one side, nearly a thousand undead rushed out of the Westram camp, dragging themselves in a long snake formation and launching a suicidal charge towards the Cult of the Fiery Sun.
On the other side, the two thousand or so undead who were “left behind” in the camp didn’t care about their companions who had rushed out, but instead enthusiastically “interacted” with each other…
"A full monster-killing team is looking for a group. Is there any big guy who wants to start a group?"
"An elite six-man monster-killing team with its own healer, looking for a reliable group!"
"Is there a group of independent players? I want to join a group!"
"Six pits, here comes the walker warrior knight!"
"Is there a wizard? Please, wizard! Ten children are crying for food!"
"Warriors looking for a team~~"
Outside the wasteland, on the flat-topped mountain.
The mountaintop platform, which was crowded with hundreds of spectators, was very quiet...
The audience in Innadri, holding telescopes of various models and specifications, looked at the Fiery Sun Cult and the thousands of undead that had already collided with each other on the left, and looked at the large group of undead in the Westram camp who seemed to be doing their own things as if it had nothing to do with them on the right, and all fell silent.
Could it be that these undead were so powerful that they were unwilling to use their full strength to deal with the Cult of the Fiery Sun?
——This is the first thought that comes to mind for many people who are frightened by the sudden appearance of the undead army.
Then... the audience saw with their own eyes the scattered undead army "vanguard" with no formation at all, crashing into streaks of white light in front of the iron hoofs of the Fiery Sun Cult...
"ah!!"
Among the audience outside the platform, a man in a baseball cap suddenly let out a terrible scream, causing the middle-class people sitting on tarpaulins watching the game to turn around and look at him.
The man closed his mouth, lowered his head, and pulled down his baseball cap.
When everyone's attention returned to the battlefield, the man in the baseball cap raised his chin with an uncertain expression, revealing an ordinary middle-aged male face.
This man who looks like an ordinary worker but has eyes much sharper than those of ordinary people and has a hint of murderous intent... is the captain of the night watch of the Gold Coin Church.
The captain of the Night Watch, who had come to watch the battle among the middle class, stared at the "vanguard" of the undead army that kept turning into white light in the telescope with his sharp eagle eyes. The expression on his face was one of sudden enlightenment and pain.
——He finally understood the strange circumstances surrounding von Alphonse’s “death”!!
——No wonder von Alphonse happened to meet the Nightmare Butcher just after he got the seal of Redwall Farm!
It turned out that everything was extremely simple and clear - von Alphonse was Yang's man!
No, that's not right. If you think about it carefully, no one has ever heard von Alphonse say a single word... This damn bastard is simply a ghost who uses some kind of disguise to look like a living person! !
The captain of the Night's Watch wanted to squat down and pound the ground... The Night's Watch branch of the Gold Coin Church was actually deceived by an undead that couldn't even communicate in language!
The captain of the Night Watch was so angry that his face was grim, and the reactions of the people around him were also very vivid.
The audience who had bet on Westram looked pale and miserable, while those who bet on the Order of the Fiery Sun were beaming with joy and even laughed out loud.
The reason is simple - the undead army, which looks scary, has very poor combat effectiveness!
The "vanguard" of the undead army, whose number was almost the same as that of the Cult of the Fiery Sun, was mostly wiped out in less than five minutes.
At the viewing platform in front of the platform, the Baroness had a blank expression on her face and exuded a low-pressure aura.
After discovering that the fighting power of the Undead Army was extremely poor, that disgusting guy Baron Marcus began to laugh uncontrollably, and his voice was so loud that it could be heard through several sheds.
Mr. Gould, the loyal butler of the Bartles family, secretly breathed a sigh of relief... Really, how could he be frightened by such a messy and undisciplined army of undead!
This bunch of skeletons who can't even form a proper battle formation are not even as good as the new recruits of the city defense army!
Gould no longer paid attention to the Solari Cult that was hunting down the fleeing undead, and turned the telescope lens towards the direction of the Westram camp with great energy - he had to keep an eye on Charlie Rex, so as not to let him escape without him knowing.
Then, Butler Gould saw another scene that confused him:
On the Westram position, those Undead troops who still hadn't left the camp not only showed no fear towards the defeat of the "vanguard", but instead seemed to be pointing at their fellow men who were being chased and fleeing in a panic... laughing?
...What kind of undead army is this?! Could it be that these two groups of undead are not actually the same group? ?
Steward Gould was trying hard to understand this strange situation, but he saw... the simple tent that had already swarmed out at least three thousand undead was now flooded with a new group of undead...
"The monsters here are so awesome!"
The players who returned to the camp pushed and shoved their way out of the overcrowded resurrection point, shouting, "Fuck, I got killed instantly!"
"I shouldn't have followed you guys. Who was the idiot who led the charge?"
"That stupid NPC Wagner is poisonous, right? He just sends people to their deaths right away? Could this NPC be a spy of the enemy army?"
Outside the camp, Wagner, who was about to come over to issue a task, paused.
Some veteran players couldn't stand it anymore and started to criticize those brainless newbies: "You are the ones who are toxic. Have you never played the Monster Battleground mode or something? You just rush in without accepting quests or forming a group?"
Not all new players have the good temper to keep silent when being scolded, and the camp immediately rang out with civilized words...
"Stop talking! Monsters are coming!" A player standing outside noticed that the group of cavalry monsters were rushing towards the camp and shouted a warning.
The players who were about to roll up their sleeves to fight immediately got angry when they saw this:
"A mere battlefield monster is blocking the resurrection point?!"
“Kill them!!”
Those who formed groups or not, all drew their weapons and rushed out...
Captain Roy suddenly saw all the undead in the enemy's position rushing out. He hesitated for about half a second, but still raised his saber: "Charge in and destroy the camp!"
These undead were even more vulnerable than he had imagined, but the seemingly unremarkable little tent from which the undead kept emerging still made Captain Roy feel vaguely uneasy; before the number of the undead became large enough to overwhelm the entire wasteland, he decided to attack first and flatten the strange tent to the ground.
It must be said that this officer of the Holy Land of the Church of the Blazing Sun was indeed very perceptive... If his strategic goal could be achieved, perhaps this battle could be resolved quickly.
But obviously, the defense line of 3,000 densely packed undead was not so easy to break through. As soon as the arrows formed by the fully armored knights penetrated deeply into the heart of the undead camp, their speed slowed down.
The charge launched by the Knights could indeed easily tear open the positions formed by tens of thousands of farmers, but the undead, whose combat power was only slightly stronger than that of sturdy farmers, were completely different from real farmers. No matter how many of their companions were trampled into white light by the horses' hooves, these undead had no intention of fearing or avoiding the battle. They still fearlessly and continuously used weapons and even their bodies to hinder the knights' charge.
The armored knight slowed down and could no longer easily kill the approaching undead by sprinting, so the two sides became deadlocked.
Captain Roy, who was in command at the center, had not noticed anything wrong when the knights in the front row were in a stalemate with the enemy... Although the enemy outnumbered his own side by several times, these undead were indeed too weak and their numbers were reduced very quickly. Captain Roy was confident that he could break through the defense line and approach the strategic destination within ten minutes.
Thus, the two sides started a fight two hundred meters in front of Westram's position - to be precise, it was a one-sided massacre - the greatest damage the undead could cause to the fully armored Sun Knights was the white light emitted before death; some knights had gradually felt the glare and could not help but squint their eyes during the battle.
Three minutes later... five minutes later... eight minutes later...
Captain Roy, who had been observing the overall battle situation from the center, had a thin layer of cold sweat on his forehead.
what is going on!
Why is it that no matter how many undead are killed, the number of undead never decreases? !
Captain Roy thought of something, held onto his soldier's shoulders, and stood up on the saddle.
Seeing the situation behind the enemy, Captain Roy's pupils shrank slightly...
That strange tent that looked like some kind of weird seal had been replenishing the number of undead on the battlefield!
No matter how many undead his knights kill here, that many undead will pour out of that tent!
Charlie Rex himself, that damned traitor of the city defense army Wagner Pitt, and the more than a hundred Sokri mercenaries, did not even participate in the battle, but stayed leisurely in the open space on one side of the camp, watching this side like watching a show!
"How ridiculous... How can this be called a battle of honor!" Captain Roy didn't know whether he should use the word "cheating" here. He cursed indignantly and anxiously thought of a way to break the deadlock. Although all the knights had rested well before the battle and cooperated skillfully to replace the front-line personnel from time to time to rest, endless consumption like this would not work!
Captain Roy's Headache Knights' killing efficiency was perfectly offset by the speed of the "summoning undead" of the strange tent. On the other hand, because the resurrection point was close and there was no death penalty during the combat mission, the players who naturally adopted the corpse-pile tactic had already found the breakthrough point first...
"The monsters in the first row rotate every 90 to 110 seconds, and the monsters in the second row will also rotate at the same time... there's a chance!" En Bu Zeng, who had also been observing the battlefield for a long time, had his eyes lit up and quickly notified everyone in the team channel, "Those who have the CD of Wind Control Technique, gather at the five o'clock direction, hurry up!"
Relying on the glorious battle achievements in the past, the players in the group, whether old or new, were willing to listen to Entropy Bu Zeng's words. Many travelers who had just come out of the resurrection point did not squeeze forward, but rushed to the designated location to meet up.
En Bu Zeng was paying attention to the battlefield situation, mainly to see if the knight monsters in the front row had been replaced, while paying attention to the number of travelers who had joined. When he saw that they were almost there, he said , "That's enough. Listen to my command. I'll count to 123, and you will use your wind control skills to the fullest. You can get through the first row of monsters and capture the monsters in the second row. Drag as many prisoners as you can!"
"No problem!" The walker players patted their ribs so hard that they made crackling sounds.
The gaps between the cavalry were much larger than those between the infantry. Hundreds of walker players (after all, walkers are the largest group of players) who used wind control skills and were extremely fast tried to cross the enemy's first line of defense at the same time. The front row knights of the Blazing Solari Order, who had been fighting with all their might for nearly a minute, were unable to stop them all...
Two knight servants who were guarding their master's left and right wings cooperated with each other. They were waving their spears vigorously to fill in the gaps for their master the previous second. The next second, several undead spirits passed through the belly of their master's horse and the gaps on the side and grabbed them with a grin.
"ah!"
The young knight's squires tried to dodge in panic, but this dodging action reduced their balance and one of the squires had one arm and leg tightly grasped by the undead.
“Help! Aaaaahhhh!”
Under the astonished gazes of the knight's master and his squire companions, the unfortunate squire was dragged off his horse by three or four undead spirits working together and quickly dragged into the pile of undead spirits...
