Chapter 397: Undead: The Strange Soldier from Heaven (V)
The east side of the Disro Mountains is close to Kru, the largest city in Kroniborg. The area where the collapsed mine is located was also the first area to be mined and abandoned by Kenyans.
When Burka Men came out of the deep mine, what he saw before him was a valley that looked like ruins.
Burka Men jumped into the depression left after the mining rails were pried away, turned his head, and saw... a whole row of abandoned mines extending out on the broken mountain.
Over the years, the scarred bodies of countless slave workers in the mining area that was once buried have mostly been covered by vegetation, but the areas that are not covered by vegetation are still shocking.
The face under the hood was full of traces of wind and frost and the remaining traces of time, and the facial muscles trembled slightly.
Two hundred years ago, when Burka was a boy aspiring to be a poet, these mountains were not what they are today.
At that time, the Disro Mountains were beautiful, mysterious and generous. They were the symbol of Kroniborg and the warm mother that provided heating fuel for countless Kroniborg families during the winter.
Most Kroniborg children must have sat around the fire, listening with great interest to the magnificent myths related to the Disro Mountains.
Among these children was Burka… when he was still an ordinary citizen of the nearby city of Kru, before his hometown was turned into a big Kenyan factory.
Burka forced himself to control his impetuous emotions, turned around resolutely, and ran out of the valley along the remaining traces of the mining railway.
When the undead came a day ago, they wandered around the valley for a long time before they found the Kenyan base in the east. Before that, the undead had attacked two Kenyan teams transporting coal to the city.
After the undead disappeared, the angry Kenyans came to look for the place where the undead appeared. It was Burka who hastily erased the traces of the undead's actions near the abandoned mining area and concealed the valley.
The Kenyans, who were unable to find any clues, determined that the undead came from the direction of Kru City and deployed tight defenses on the east side. The area towards the abandoned mining area was actually safe.
Burka ran out of the valley and dived into the dense woods at the foot of the mountain. After wandering through the dense forest for a while, he came to a clearing in the forest where the ground had been slightly cleared and a dozen simple tents were built.
In the clearing in the forest, more than a hundred young men and women were moving their hands and feet around and moving towards Burka.
"Are they coming?" A sturdy lady with her left eye covered by a cowhide patch, wearing a headscarf and with both arms exposed under her sleeveless pullover, which were covered with scars, went to meet Burka first.
"Here we go." Burka nodded. "We can prepare for action now, Jasmine. When the undead rush into the Kenyan camp, we will follow them in. Just don't show any hostility to them..."
"Wait." Behind the sturdy lady, another equally strong man with his right hand empty below the elbow said coldly, "How can you be sure that the undead will only attack Kenyans and not others? There are more than 20,000 miners in the miner camp outside the Kenyan base, and at least 40% of them are our compatriots."
Burka looked at the one-armed man and said firmly, "Because a day ago, I saw with my own eyes those undead spirits bypassing the miners' camp and rushing into the Kenyan camp. Until those undead spirits disappeared, I did not see them attacking anyone other than the Kenyans."
The one-armed man stared at Burka for a while, then turned his head to look at the one-eyed sturdy lady.
"Bulka has no reason to lie to us." The one-eyed strong lady expressed her attitude with her actions. She strode back to her tent and began to put on her armor neatly. "Everyone, move quickly. We will set off in three minutes!"
"Wait." Burka said hurriedly, "Listen to me, Jasmine, there is something more important that everyone needs to remember!"
The one-eyed sturdy lady who had just put on her breastplate looked over in confusion.
"The person who entrusted me to bring the props for summoning the undead to Krenniburg once told me three things to be aware of." Burka raised his hand, held up three fingers, and raised his voice so that everyone present could hear, "If someone tries to use the fact that the undead army will attack all Kenyans within their sight to achieve a certain goal, then you must remember-"
"First, you are not allowed to interfere with the attack of the undead army by blocking, harassing, or physically harassing them. Otherwise, you will bear the consequences at your own risk."
"Two: When the Undead Army is attacking a target, you are not allowed to participate in the battle in any way, not even to assist. Otherwise, you will bear the consequences at your own risk."
"Three: Do not attempt to snatch the spoils seized by the undead, or you will bear the consequences at your own risk."
On the other side, in a mine in an abandoned mining area.
When Qin Guan was teleported over, he saw a collapsed mine pit and was shocked: "What the hell? What the hell is this map?"
"This seems to be a map of a mining area or a mine. There is a valley outside from here. If you go out of the valley and walk towards the three o'clock direction, you will reach the battlefield."
One of the dozen players squatting next to the teleport point said, "This map is open from 6am to 9am. There aren't many people online then. More than 3,000 people came and only found two escort teams. When they went to fight in the fortress-like area in the battlefield area, they were wiped out."
"Is that so? That's okay. As long as someone knows the way, I can go outside and get the person over here." Qin Guan said.
Professional players like Qin Guan, who possess magical props and can often turn the tide in large-scale events, will definitely only go online during the peak online period during such continuously open battlefield activities, so that the "Book of the Dead" in his hand can play the greatest role.
The players who had logged on in the morning led Qin Guan out of the mine and into the open valley outside. Qin Guan then activated the Great Summoning Spell, pulling in all the players who were still stranded on the previous battlefield map and those who had just logged on and were still waiting in Exile Town. With the skill to pull in people for the entire group, the players of course had to save the teleport CD to avoid missing out in case of emergency.
A brilliant white light flashed, and the previously empty valley was instantly filled with undead souls...
"Hey, a new map?" Miaobishenghua looked up and looked around, and said in surprise, "This crappy game, how many new maps are needed to hold a battlefield event?"
"It's not a new map. It was opened this morning." Qin Guan called the players who knew this map over, "Come on, tell Huahua and the others about this map."
The player was not polite either. He took out his dagger and used it as a pen to draw a sketch on the muddy ground, briefly introducing the battlefield terrain they had explored in the morning and the two famous commanders, Miaobishenghua and Enbuteng.
"That is to say, if you go out from here and walk east at three o'clock, and run for about two minutes, you can see the area where NPCs are active. All the monsters are concentrated here, right?"
"Right." The player who knew the way nodded and pointed on the simple map with his bone finger, "When we came here this morning, we encountered monsters here, and here, and then here."
"The monsters in this battlefield map have strong firepower. Some of them are like beacon towers... uh, turrets, with cannons mounted on them. You have to go up and tie up the artillerymen to turn off the fire. Then you have to assign people to guard them and not let the NPCs get close, otherwise the cannons will continue to fire. We suffered this loss this morning..."
"Wow, this battlefield also has a tower defense design?" Miaobishenghua asked curiously.
"It's not a tower defense game. Only NPCs can use this cannon. We went up and surrounded the cannon for a long time, but there was no prompt at all for the vehicle to control it." The player who knew the way said unhappily.
Behind Miaobishenghua, two special players who were standing beside them with their arms folded listening to their conversation, looked at each other silently.
These two are PLA fighters who infiltrated the crowd of ordinary players with a mission during the third test. They are members of the national team and know the truth about this "Alien World" game.
The players cannot use the firearms after getting them (they do not provide skill assistance and aiming assistance like bow-type weapons), but the two PLA soldiers can actually use them... but considering that Lord Yang seems unwilling to let players use firearms, they just follow the trend and "sell all those firearms to NPCs for recycling."
As for the cannon, it’s not impossible for the two PLA soldiers to try using it…
However, after the players discussed the tactics and set off in high spirits, the two PLA soldiers gave up the idea of experiencing the operation of a magic-tech cannon - the reason was that if the players also wanted to learn it, who knows what kind of fancy operations these players could perform!
With the character of these players who keep shouting about Lord Yang Jinben, it is not impossible that they will push cannons to attack Lord Yang if they disagree... That would be really fun.
When the players came out of the abandoned mining area, Jasmine's team from the Burka Men and Kru region's resistance guerrillas were already waiting outside the valley fully armed.
It has been nearly two hundred years since the fall of Krenniburg. Except for high-level travelers like Burka who have passed through the Gate of Truth, there are not many living Krenniburg people who have seen the Disro Mountains before the fall. The current guerrillas, including the oldest captain Jasmine, were all born after the Disro Mountains were over-exploited by the Kenyans. Unlike Burka, they do not have many feelings about the devastated mountains and desolate valleys.
Seeing the undead walking out of the abandoned mine, someone in Jasmine's team whispered nervously, "Do we really not need to hide? Just stand here?"
"No need. As long as you are not a Kenyan, you will not attract the attention of those undead." Burka said calmly.
The undead trotted forward very quickly. After a while, the undead that came out of the abandoned mining area ran to the dirt road where everyone was standing.
Amid the weird "click, click" sounds, the undead came out of the valley, maintaining a scattered but endless formation, and approaching at a speed that looked slow but was actually fast - for those who were not familiar with the nature of the Tarantan undead, this was undoubtedly a great test; even though Jasmine's team had extremely rich experience in fighting against the brutal Kenyan garrison, many of them still had sweat on their foreheads and subconsciously softened their breathing.
The group of undead running in the front were getting closer and closer to the group of Krenniburg people, fifty meters, thirty meters, twenty meters...
The one-armed man with good eyesight could even see the yellowing and even blackening patina of age between the bones of the undead. His body subconsciously tensed up, and his only remaining left hand could not help but slowly reach for the crossbow behind his back.
The undead in front ran to the dirt road where everyone was standing. A dozen pairs of black eyes looked at everyone and ran past them.
"Is there a yellow-named NPC in this map?" Miaobishenghua looked back curiously.
"Yes." The player who knew the way said calmly, "These here are nothing. There are more on the battlefield map ahead, at least tens of thousands of yellow-named NPCs. When we were fighting monsters, those yellow-named NPCs were watching from behind."
"Is there no way to interact?" Entropy also asked.
"No response." The player who knew the way said, "Maybe we have to wait until these NPCs turn green before we can interact with them."
The yellow-named NPCs standing on the roadside were all quite poor. After using identification skills to scan them, the only NPC with a name didn't have many decent equipment on him. The players took a few glances and then stopped paying attention.
Burka Men, who had experienced the collective gaze of the undead once and was mentally prepared, breathed a sigh of relief.
Jasmine's team's reaction was much greater than Burka's, with exhalations coming one after another.
"It's really bizarre that there really are undead creatures that only attack specific groups of people." Captain Jasmine, who had been nervous from the beginning but had not shown it, let out a long breath and smiled in relief.
"These Tarantan Undead are very famous in the Eastern Kingdom. In Middle-earth..." Burka paused and did not continue, "Last year, a noble in the Eastern Kingdom spent a lot of money to hire Tarantan Undead to help in the war. They helped the noble capture the enemy prince alive in the midst of thousands of troops."
"Is that so? We haven't heard of it." Jasmine said in surprise, then smiled bitterly, "That's right, we have been hiding in the mountains for a long time to avoid being hunted by the Kenyan army, so of course we have no way of knowing how much has happened in the outside world."
Jasmine's team, no longer so nervous, curiously asked Burka about the news from the outside world, while patiently waiting for the undead army to pass through the dirt road.
Burka's client specifically instructed not to interfere with the battle of the Undead Army, so Jasmine's team would naturally not be ignorant of the situation.
After a while, One-Eyed Jasmine's expression gradually became strange, and the calm Burka Men also showed a look of astonishment.
"Mr. Men, didn't you say that there are about three thousand undead souls?" One-eyed Jasmine looked doubtfully towards the valley where the undead souls were still pouring out.
Burka Men looked puzzled.
According to the news he had heard from the Eastern Kingdoms and the undead he had seen coming out of the mines yesterday, there were indeed about three thousand of them.
But now, the number of undead passing by them was three thousand, then three thousand, then three thousand again... far more than that!
"Could it be that the message I received was delayed?" Burka Men was puzzled.
This gold medal hunter has been active in the northern part of Middle-earth for a long time. Although he is more knowledgeable than the guerrillas, his intelligence is indeed seriously lagging behind...
