Chapter 523 Our War (V)
As of 12:30 noon, only half of the Undead army had arrived at the front line to engage in battle with the enemy.
The remaining half of the players were still forming teams around the various teleportation points.
There is no way. The newbies who have just entered the fourth test have only been playing for more than a month (in another world time), and most players know very limited people. Many people only know a few or a dozen friends who often kill monsters and do tasks together, and have not yet joined a fixed monster killing group or a fixed task group.
The new players who have the ability to command and start a team in the game usually have a team of only a dozen or twenty people. They are not well-known among the players, so it is not as easy for them to form and call people as it is for the old players who are familiar to them. After all, fighting on the battlefield depends on the team leader, who must distribute the spoils to everyone in the team as fairly and justly as possible (team members within the team supervise each other, so it is not so easy for the spoils to be embezzled), so it is very important whether the team leader is reliable.
Players who were hanging back at the teleportation point kept passing by players who were forming groups and rushing to the battlefield. Players who had not yet joined a group or were still waiting for the group leader to form a group were also very anxious...
"Hurry up! How long will it take if you keep dragging it out?"
"People are joining the team and setting off. 60 waiting for 40! More healers please!"
"Damn it, the nurse refused to help even though she changed her job, and only remembered to nurse when we were on the battlefield. What a joke!"
"Please help me, Master! If you join the group, you will be the father!"
"Mages who don't have a group, please come to our group. All nurses will receive subsidies!"
"1.5 times the salary for the nanny! Coming soon!"
The long-standing problem of unbalanced number of professions... has not been solved by the entry of players in the fourth test.
Fortunately, as the player base grew, more and more people became mages. Some teams that were quick to act and had the nerve to beg for mercy finally gathered enough nurses and rushed towards the battlefield impatiently.
These players who had tossed around for more than half an hour to catch up to join the battle, saw the jagged battlefield, the pits and valleys full of skulls and human heads, and heard the deafening sounds of fighting and the collision of weapons. They were excited and rushed into any direction with a red name...
Then he was met with the angry glares of countless little skeletons.
"Are you looking for trouble? Can't you see that this place is reserved by the XX Blood Alliance?!"
"Fuck, the battlefield can be reserved?" The new skeletons were shocked.
"Find a place for yourself, don't just rob people blindly. Can't you see that we are already fighting the monsters over here?"
"Go over there, there's room over there!"
The new team leader was also anxious: "Brothers, can you please behave like human beings? There are vacancies over there, but it's no wonder!"
"Stop talking nonsense--oh shit!"
Before the players who arrived first had time to decide who won and who lost, the Nosk Cavalry Regiment, which had been entangled by these players for a long time, launched another charge and directly rushed through the area that these players were trying to "book".
The new leader saw that these guys died or escaped in the blink of an eye, so he decided not to talk about the "rules of the underworld" and directly led his team to rush in...
The Nosk Cavalry Regiment, which had just wiped out a wave of undead, had no time to wipe the sweat off before they were entangled by a new batch of undead.
There is a gap in combat effectiveness between a team led by veteran players and a team of pure newbies; the original wave of players who were wiped out could at least stand their ground and fight back and forth with the cavalry group, but this new wave was a bit of a loser, and they were all wiped out in just a few minutes.
After returning to the resurrection point, these players who "played the battlefield for five minutes" did not look depressed or disappointed at all. Instead, they were extremely excited.
"Our team grabbed a knight's sword!"
"Hahaha, our team got a double-enchanted wristband!"
"So cool, so cool, ahahahaha! Fighting in the battlefield is really more profitable than killing monsters!"
"Stop talking, gather together and go over there!"
The newbies who entered the fourth test had no idea how long they had been on the forums and read countless experience posts from veteran players before they got the "beta account" they had been longing for. Although they were not as skilled as veteran players in grabbing equipment and their coordination was not as sophisticated as veteran players, with more than a hundred people in a group working together, they could always get one or two items...
While the player teams on the front battlefield were being wiped out one after another, new player teams that had been resurrected, regrouped, or newly formed were rushing to the battlefield one after another.
Countless large and small player teams, like a surging wave, repeatedly surged between the resurrection point and the battlefield, rushing to the Norsk coalition camp one after another, colliding, entangled, and took advantage of all the "humanoid monsters" with red IDs on their heads that they could see...
The participating player teams ranged from dozens to hundreds or even a thousand people, with varying strengths, and there was no unified pace or mutual cooperation at all; the only reason they didn't drag each other down was because there were enough humanoid monsters, which were fat enough, and they were unwilling to let others take advantage of them.
But even this kind of extremely lax attack, with no coordination or cooperation at all, is enough to give people a headache.
The Nosk coalition forces could not see the IDs above the players' heads, nor could they understand that the "KABAKABA" sounds made from time to time during the battle were actually scolding other undead. They also had no energy to distinguish whether these undead that came one after another were the same group - in the eyes of the Nosk soldiers who went into battle and the coalition officers who were observing the battlefield in the rear, it seemed as if they were fighting against an army of undead that would never be reduced in number, could never be killed completely, and had several times more strength than their own!
"This is really weird... The number of Tarantan Undead has increased so much, and those idiots in the Rhine Royal Family don't even know about it?!"
In the coalition camp, on the observation tower overlooking the battlefield, all he could see were densely packed skeletons. Admiral Lucien, who could not see the end of the undead wave with the naked eye, was so angry that he slapped the wooden tower.
The Tarantan Undead would rob equipment during combat, drag the opponent away on the spot when he lost his strength, and be immortal and resurrect infinitely - Admiral Lucien had already informed the entire army of the difficulty of the enemy before the battle.
Likewise, the weaknesses of the Tarantan Undead are no secret among the coalition forces... their individual combat effectiveness is not strong, and they need to be placed in a specific area where a certain summoning array is placed in order to be resurrected infinitely.
In Admiral Lucien's plan, the battle against the undead army should be like this: once these undead appear, send spellcasters to find the resurrection area of these undead and bomb them into pieces.
If the Nightmare Butcher comes personally, he will send out a corps of mages to contain, besiege, or even strangle the undead; he will bombard the undead resurrection area, and then crush it with a large army.
If the Nightmare Butcher is so powerful that even the Mage Corps cannot restrain him, the coalition still has the high-level priest as a trump card - even if they cannot kill the Nightmare Butcher, the Storm Priest can temporarily ban him.
Although the Storm Priest could not match the destructive power of a legendary spellcaster, he could still smash one or two seals and imprison the opponent for several months. By the time the army had completely plundered the Undead regime and even packed up the factories deep in the Tarantan Wasteland and took away the Nightmare Butcher, even if he escaped, it would be too late.
Admiral Lucien thought he had considered everything carefully, but he never expected that his plan would not be able to keep up with the changes...
The human army under the rule of the Undead regime actually has alchemical weapons that can intercept spellcasters from the air!
The number of Tarantan undead has increased several times silently!
In shock and anger, Admiral Lucien was very clear that the original plan could no longer be used. He had to find a way to solve the current predicament and not allow the army to be exhausted by the undead.
Soon, this federal admiral, who was indeed quite capable, made up his mind and issued a military order: integrate all combat forces, leave only one federal legion behind, and mobilize the rest of the troops; the remaining eight spellcasters also went out to cooperate with the army to quickly clear the undead on the front line and push the front line to the resurrection area behind the undead as soon as possible.
Send out the Storm Priests to raid the camp, and if the Nightmare Butcher appears, restrain him immediately.
As for the human army with alchemical firepower... as long as they get rid of the troublesome Undead Army and the hidden Nightmare Butcher, there is no need to worry about this army that only dares to hide behind the Undead Army and shoot arrows from behind!
The Nosk Federation has "rich" experience in suppressing rebellions. Although it is slow and sluggish in its own internal affairs, it does have some "style" of a strong army in military operations. Admiral Lucien issued the order, and the soldiers in the camp quickly completed the integration and cooperated with the Mage Corps to go out.
The eight Nosk spellcasters who witnessed their companions being shot down from the air conservatively floated in the air at a low altitude of several dozen meters . With the help of large-scale magic and ground forces, they quickly cleared out all the undead that had rushed to the front of the camp, and the front line steadily advanced to the rear of the undead army.
The players who suffered heavy casualties...the first thing they did after they were resurrected was to curse.
"NPCs can even combine forces with the ground and push back against players. I'm really impressed!"
"This is toxic. Why do you set such a high AI for a mere NPC? Is this a stupid planner who is thinking about this?"
"If you have the guts, bring out a Mage Boss to push the players. If you have the guts, make the Mage Boss land! If you have the guts, give the players flying mounts!"
"Can you weaklings who have turned into rangers do something serious and shoot down the wizard boss? Are your bows just for show?!"
"RNM, if you can do it, come on, I'll give you the bow!"
Although cursing loudly, these players were physically very honest and continued to rush towards the battlefield... The old players had experienced being killed by the Mage Boss more than once or twice, and they knew that the weakness of the Mage Boss lies in its endurance. At worst, they could just pile up corpses to drain the Mage Boss's mana bar before fighting again. Since they had more people on their side and could be resurrected, they were not afraid at all.
After being repeatedly wiped out by the Mage BOSS and the ground NPC army, the players, whose front line was pushed back several kilometers, even came up with a new trick:
"Level 1 players, don't go to the NPC formation and die! It's not worth it to be killed by the soldiers. Gather at the six o'clock and twelve o'clock directions!"
"The Mage Boss will use his ultimate skill at the crowd. All level 1 players should go over to help consume the Mage Boss's ultimate skill. If he uses it for a few more times, the Mage Boss will be useless!"
"Everyone, cooperate. No one of us can continue fighting on the battlefield unless we defeat the Mage Boss!"
"We're all going to die anyway, so level 1 players should cooperate and die meaningfully!"
As for the group of players... there are all kinds of people, but few of them are afraid of death.
After all, dying on the battlefield only meant spending a few minutes running, so those who usually liked to argue with others didn't bother to say "why didn't you just go and give it up?" Many newbies who were a little dizzy from dying followed the crowd and gathered in the crowd, watching the cool large-scale magic falling from the sky with either calmness or annoyance...
