Chapter 458: Undead Civil War
“S-Sister——?!”
The garrison officer pointed with a horrified and trembling finger at the undead fighting in front of the camp.
Even the lich Enwei, who was sitting next to Lowell, stood up in shock, holding a staff as long as his arm, and looked at Lowell in doubt.
Brother Lowell sat still.
Seeing the intense reaction of the guard and Envy, Rowell raised his hand expressionlessly and pressed it down, saying calmly: "Don't worry about it, they will continue to fight after deciding the winner."
Garrison officer: “???”
The lich Enwei asked in confusion: "What do you mean?"
"It means exactly what it says." Brother Lowell remained expressionless. "They are just... well, they are just competing internally for some purpose."
The garrison officer held his head in his hands, with a big question mark on his little head.
Enwei was silent for a moment, then took out the azalea badge that was placed in the space props.
Just as he got the badge in his hand, the chaotic, noisy, and repeated shouting of countless people exploded in Enwei's ears.
"I told you guys to eat alone! Die!"
"Stop talking nonsense, first come first served, don't you understand?"
"The phantom has run out of health! Hit him again! Hit him again!"
"Hurry up and call the big group back, we can't hold on any longer!"
"Press back to the resurrection point, don't let them send anyone over here!"
"Give me a bite! The wizard loves me!"
"Scatter! Scatter quickly! Don't pile together and get hurt!"
Enwei, whose eardrums were aching from the chaotic and boiling voices, quickly put the azalea badge into the space prop, and pressed his forehead hard several times before he came to his senses.
At the cost of a buzzing noise, I was able to confirm that these aliens who were entrusted with the skeletons were not suffering from some kind of chaos, but were indeed, as the monk said, in some incomprehensible competitive relationship between them...
Looking at Brother Lowell, who was wearing the badge and sitting still as steady as a rock the whole time, Enwei couldn't help but be convinced... He is indeed an ascetic monk, his resistance is strong.
Enwei sat down again, and like Lowell, he watched the fighting undead in front of the camp calmly, continuing to fight each other, fighting, fighting...
I couldn't tell any difference between these undead souls that were attacking each other, and I gradually felt dizzy.
"The fallen souls can be resurrected directly in the tent. Both sides are immortal. What's the point of this... this kind of battle?" Enwei pressed his forehead hard with his hand again.
Brother Lowell remained silent.
He had known the Tarantan Undead for quite some time... but he really didn't dare to say how well he knew these undead. At least he couldn't answer Enwei's question - these undead had done so many meaningless things!
Under the silent gaze of the indigenous people, the scale of the fight between the two fighting undead (although the indigenous people could not really tell which undead belonged to which side) gradually dwindled until it was completely settled.
The victorious undead did not show any joy of victory, but instead kept cursing.
During the battle, undead continued to emerge from the resurrection tents. The number of undead was increasing, no less than what everyone had seen before, and they once again blocked the front of the Shiga camp.
Enwei leaned closer to Rowell: "Is this the end of the fight?"
"It's still early." Rowell said calmly in a tone that was so calm that it made people feel distressed.
Enwei: “…”
"This batch of undead is not the same as the previous ones," Lowell added.
Enwei: “…”
When Mingfeng Chunpu was forming a large group, he had already called over all the player teams and individual players who were related to his own blood alliance or were relatively close to him.
When Qin Guan started calling people, the players who were called realized that they were excluded from the battlefield group of Lahongge's blood alliance - no matter how close or distant their relationship with Lahongge, Mingfeng Chunpu and others was before, they would definitely .
So Qin Guan vigorously recruited people to form a big group, but he didn't let anyone know that he was coming to the Lahongge Blood Alliance...
When Mingfeng Chunpu finally received the news, the large group on Qin Guan's side had already completed the task and activated the teleportation point, and teleported over to slaughter the elite group guarding the point.
"Fuck, are these guys so fast?!"
Mingfeng Chunpu hurriedly called on the front-line players to retreat and take care of the fire in the rear.
At the Barnes Alliance base, the Barnes Alliance soldiers, who had been harassed by tens of thousands of undead for more than two hours, watched in confusion as the undead army that had already rushed into their camp retreated .
When the large group led by Lahong Ge retreated to the rear, the area in front of the friendly NPC camp was covered with green names, and there were few blue names (group members) - it was not that they were all cleared out, but that Mingfeng Chunpu called them offline to avoid losses. After all, repeated deaths would increase the probability of dropping equipment.
"Fuck, you actually brought so many people here, aren't you afraid that the drops won't give you enough points!" Brother Lahong cursed bitterly, waving his weapon and leading the charge, "Push forward, everyone, let me see your IDs and cover them!"
Qin Guan, who saw the enemy's large group returning, also shouted: "Attention! The enemy is coming!"
In the Shiga garrison, the local garrison and the priest cavalry regiment once again stared blankly at the two astonishingly large, endless undead armies charging at each other...
Since the number of people on both sides reached tens of thousands, the scale of the fight was quite astonishing - looking down from the highest point of Taplin Heights, all you could see were skeletons fighting one-on-one or in group fights. You couldn't see the surface, nor could you see the end of the battle.
The undead who died in the melee would rush out from the nearest resurrection tent the next moment and return to the battlefield...
Brother Lowell silently took off the azalea badge and stood up, turning to look at Joyce Andre, the garrison officer and leader of the priests: "Prepare dinner first, the undead may not be defeated in a short time."
The two Shiga officers from different systems were stunned for a while before they belatedly accepted the order.
It was five o'clock in the afternoon in the other world, ten o'clock in the evening on Earth, and smoke rose from the Shiga garrison camp in Taplin Heights.
The undead are still fighting.
At 5:30 pm in the other world, the local garrison and the priests began to eat in batches.
The undead are still fighting.
At six o'clock in the afternoon of the alien world, the local garrison and the priests finished their meal and began to arrange night guard posts.
The undead are still fighting.
It was seven o'clock in the afternoon in the other world, and the sun was setting.
The garrison soldiers maintained their armor, the priests fed their horses, and occasionally looking outside the camp, they could still see undead rushing past the camp, some of them even fighting each other before rushing back to the battle circle.
"They really don't know what tiredness is?" a garrison soldier sighed.
"That's right." A priest said numbly.
"The Tarantan Undead Civil War can be so long-lasting and tireless... No wonder it is difficult for conventional armies to fight against them in attrition battle." The garrison soldier sighed again.
"That's right," said the priest numbly.
At eight o'clock in the evening in the other world, the number of undead armies on both sides of the melee in front of the Shiga garrison camp began to slowly decrease.
Some players get tired of playing, and after returning to the resurrection point, they find an excuse to quit the team, teleport away, and go to other maps to play; some players are kicked off the line by the system because their online time has run out, and they can only wait for the time to refresh at midnight.
At nine o'clock in the evening in the other world, after several hours of continuous group battles, most of the light players who could not stand this kind of boring battle with high intensity and no money to share ran away, leaving only thousands of heavy players still struggling to hold on.
Although the number of people on both sides was reduced by more than half, neither side had any intention of backing down. They fought back and forth over the shared resurrection tent, with dirty talk flying all over the place.
"Although my ID is Sweet and Soft Girl, I am not a girl. Stop focusing on me. I won't be so fragile and log off even if you focus on me!"
"That idiot has a fragile heart, let's focus our fire on him!"
"If you're a man, then quickly revive the zombies and fight for another 300 rounds!"
"A Feng! Stop trying so hard! Just give in! Come marry into our family, and you can pick any handsome man or beautiful woman you want! If you like gay men, we have them too!"
"Gays, add me, I'm the big brother!"
"Gays are targeting me, I'm a large vanilla pudding!"
"What did the gay do to anyone? Leave the gay alone and come after me!"
...Lowell, who had just taken out the badge to confirm whether these undead had had enough, twitched his mouth and put the badge back into the space bracelet.
At ten o'clock in the evening in the other world, heavy players who had exhausted their online time, such as Mingfeng Chunpu, Chenmi Xueli, Huanling, Pull Out a Leg of Hair from You, Miaobishenghua, Qin Guan, Give Me Medicine, Yang Ying..., etc., were forced to log off the line one after another by the system. The large groups of players on both sides seriously lacked on-the-spot command and finally could not fight any further.
Lahong Ge and Entropy, who still had some online time, had to sit down and discuss cooperation.
It is extremely difficult to monopolize this kind of battlefield activity where a group can participate as long as the prerequisites are met, and the large groups of players on both sides are well aware of this. However, there are only so many monsters on the battlefield, and this kind of humanoid monster will not refresh after being killed, so one can only wait for the next battlefield activity. Fighting for it is inevitable, and no one is willing to give up the benefits to others.
"There's really no point in fighting any further, so why not merge?" En Buzeng said, "We can still follow the previous distribution, auction off the prisoners and lost treasures and share the money, so that no one will suffer a loss."
"To ensure that everyone gets a share of the money, I think we don't need to call in people from outside. The people who are still in our respective groups will be enough. We can just wait until the game time is refreshed at midnight before starting the battle. What do you think, Brother Lahong?"
Those who are kicked off the line due to fighting until the game time is exhausted will not be expelled from the group. Those who leave the large group will quit the group and run away.
Brother Lahong was also a little angry at those who only came to hang out when there was an advantage and ran away when there was a fight, so he immediately said, "Okay. Then let me be frank. When it comes to dividing the money at the auction, our two groups will only count the people who are still in the group. People who join later will not be counted."
En Bu Zeng nodded readily: "Why don't you and I take a screenshot of the team panel now, and then we can go back and clear the monsters on this battlefield map, and then check it again when we divide the money, so there won't be any mistakes."
Brother Lahong and Qin Guan looked down on each other and particularly hated me for taking medicine, but they didn't have much hatred towards the girl Enbuseng. The two sides agreed on the distribution mode and command authority and quickly merged the two regiments.
After the big group was merged, the players who had been fighting among themselves for hours disbanded temporarily and went about their own business.
At midnight Earth time, the players in the group who had agreed to gather together came online one after another.
