Chapter 58 The Real Inside Story
"Brother Aotian, Wardjil, Yingbangbang..."
The branch president of the Magician's Guild lowered his head and muttered to himself: "This is a name and surname I have never heard of before. Could this be a new undead summoner?"
"Brother Aotian, Wardjil, Yingbangbang!!"
The tavern owner took a deep breath and told the adventurers around him: "Did everyone hear that? Remember this name! This is another existence that cannot be provoked!"
"we know."
The adventurers nodded seriously, and everyone memorized the name deeply in their minds.
Someone who can summon tens of thousands of undead with just a wave of his hand must be a great summoner!
"Depend on!"
Xu Ercong, who was planning a surprise attack on the City Lord's Mansion at night, could not help but stagger after hearing the arrogant news that Long Aotian announced to the entire city.
Xu Ercong cursed: "This idiot, I asked him to come up with a name to disguise himself as an NPC, but he came up with such a vulgar name!"
In the live broadcast room watched by new players and individual players, a barrage of comments was posted.
"! Brother Long is awesome, how did he come up with this name?"
"Hahaha, I'm afraid the NPCs won't understand."
"I will work hard to level up, accumulate points, and then put on human skin and live out my life in the NPC world! As cool as Brother Long!"
The live broadcast room was filled with a cheerful atmosphere. The new players were originally immersed in the extremely realistic team fighting atmosphere, but they couldn't help laughing out loud because of Long Aotian's domineering declaration.
"I am here to participate, and I will give you 10 days of life as a reward."
"I came to Earth to make up the numbers. I'm rewarded with 666 days of life!"
Rewards of all sizes appeared in the live broadcast room. Occasionally, a rich person would appear in the live broadcast room, but he could not attract any attention.
Because the team fight has entered a white-hot state.
"You evil undead, how dare you appear in the human city? You are destined to be purified by the light!"
Teams of Temple Knights came from all over the city and joined the battlefield, stopping the Undead Legion's unilateral massacre of ordinary soldiers.
"Aotian, how many Temple Knights have appeared over there?"
Xu Ercong sent a private message. Long Aotian stood on the roof and scanned the enemy with the Tonggong Godhead System: "More than 3,800 Temple Knights."
"Try to hold on, I'll hurry over to help you."
Xu Ercong sent one last private message, then quickly accelerated and rushed towards the City Lord's Mansion.
More than 3,800 Temple Knights appeared in the city to participate in the battle, so there must not be many Temple Knights guarding the City Lord's Mansion.
Now that the plan is ready, all that's left is to find the highest leader of the temple forces in this city.
Based on the previous divine scan by the Ghost Blade Team, Xu Ercong could detect through the highlighted map of the divine system that the leader of the temple had not left the City Lord's Mansion.
The power of this temple leader is unfathomable. There is a bright red dot on the divine scanning map, representing his location.
…
"Hold on?"
When Long Aotian saw Xu Ercong’s private message, he couldn’t help but laugh.
If it were the players from a week ago, these 3,800-plus Temple Knights would definitely be hopeless.
It is impossible to win, at most we can cause some damage to these Temple Knights.
But tonight, it's different.
The average strength of today's players is around level 18, and there are many game masters at level 20 and top game masters at level 25.
Judging from the level difference, the lowest level of the players participating in the team is only about 6 or 7 levels lower than the Temple Knights. The strength gap is far less terrifying than the gap of more than ten levels at the beginning.
Moreover, this time Long Aotian came prepared.
"Brothers, Brother Cong doesn't think we can defeat this group of NPCs."
Long Aotian yelled: "Tell me, what should we do now!"
"Cut! Cut! Cut!"
"Cut! Cut! Cut!"
"Cut! Cut! Cut!"
The Undead players roared in unison, and the loudest among them came from the members of the Aotian Club.
In the dark night, there are constant burning flames, the light and shadow of swords, and the heat of fighting spirit.
In such a fierce battle, everyone couldn't help but immerse themselves in it.
What does death mean? Only by killing to your heart's content can we say that this large-scale team action is worthy of our efforts!
"My brother Long is a rough man and doesn't understand any tactics, but he will never let his brothers die in vain!"
Long Aotian raised his big bone high: "In this battle, the resurrection cooling time of all my brothers who die can be accelerated directly by using life points! I will reimburse them in full!"
"After you are resurrected, brothers, teleport directly to the main battlefield through the temporary teleportation array I left at the resurrection point!"
Long Aotian took out a scroll from his arms and tore it open.
A large amount of black light spread, and a large teleportation magic circle appeared on the ground of the city streets. A strong breath of the undead lingered around the magic circle.
[Temporary Teleportation Array]: Build a temporary teleportation magic array in two different places, which can teleport 1,000 units at a time, lasting for 3 hours, and the maximum teleportation distance cannot exceed 2,000 kilometers. Redemption consumption points: points.
"Fuck! This guy is the real rich man!"
"Brother Long, I love you!"
"Here I come! I'll pay for your injuries and reimburse you for your resurrection!"
The players were excited, and the live broadcast room was filled with envious comments. It was really cool to play in a team with such rich players.
"Just chop it off!"
Long Aotian waved his hand and said, "Go!"
“Ahhhh!”
The players rushed forward yelling. Now they didn't even have to worry about the one-hour cooldown before resurrection. What was there to worry about?
If you die, resurrect quickly and then continue to fight on the battlefield!
There is no cooldown time for resurrection, so now there is only one problem left.
See who can seize this rare opportunity and get more points!
"Have these undead gone crazy?"
The Knights Temple were horrified. Even though they were elite and well-coordinated, they could not withstand the fearless attack of such a large number of undead.
The undead rushed forward one after another, determined to hurt a temple knight even at the cost of death.
Many Temple Knights were so tired of killing that they didn’t even know how many undead they had killed. However, the black magic circle always kept flashing with light, and new undead appeared and joined the battlefield.
"Today, I must make sure my points exceed 2,000!"
"Don't compete with me for this. We are brothers only in this life and I will be the first to die!"
"Fuck, brother, you've died eight times already, this time it's my turn to be at the front!"
"We are all brothers who fought side by side. How can I bear to let you die?"
"You bastard, if you want to steal damage and get more points, just say so!"
There was endless chaos on the battlefield. The undead attacked without any coordination, which made the Knights Templar panic. They were exhausted and suffered continuous defeat.
Long Aotian knew that he was not good at commanding team battles, he was good at spending money!
Create a smooth road and build a player's main city!
"good very good."
Long Aotian looked at the battlefield with satisfaction, and then secretly calculated in his mind: "This time, I will have to spend at least several million. I wonder how much profit and dividends Brother Cong will give me after I take over the main city."
"It shouldn't be a loss. I'll ask the people in the Ministry of Economic Affairs to settle the account later."
Although Long Aotian looks careless on the surface, he is actually not stupid. He takes over this kind of city and builds the first main city for the players, and then relies on the increasingly popular trend of Death Scourge.
No matter how you calculate it, he won't suffer any loss, but will only make more and more money.
"Brother Cong, I just went to the live broadcast room to take a look. Brother Long's side is in chaos. The brothers are all going crazy to kill NPCs. There is no tacit understanding in team fighting."
The philosopher suddenly approached Xu Ercong and said helplessly: "Should we let Bai Xiaosheng come back? I'm afraid there will be trouble with Brother Long."
"No, Bai Xiaosheng has his own mission, so there's no need to worry about Long Aotian."
Xu Ercong shook his head and said, "I believe he can solve it. Don't really treat Long Aotian as a fool."
…
City Lord's Mansion.
"Bishop! Your Excellency the Bishop!"
Several Temple Knights guards rushed into the hall with serious expressions: "The situation in the training ground is out of control!"
"Although we have successfully attracted the undead to the training ground and have not affected other people in the city, it seems that this group of undead is impossible to kill. We have already suffered more than 1,000 casualties!"
"so serious?"
Moria opened his eyes and murmured, "The Magic Guild and the Tavern, are they still unwilling to help?"
"They still refuse. They are all looking for excuses and are unwilling to meet with any of the Temple Knights."
"Oh, it's true. I know the real inside story of tonight!"
Bishop Moria sighed deeply: "I should have guessed it earlier. The traces of the undead in the forest are not plane cracks at all. This is simply a conspiracy of the magic school!"
"The magic academy is trying to attract the big shots from the temple here, and then wait for an opportunity to use this powerful undead summoner to kill him! Finally, they will announce a wanted order for this undead summoner, and they can successfully clear themselves of suspicion."
"I suspect that this powerful Undead Summoner is actually a killer secretly cultivated by the Magic Academy! Otherwise, how could a wild magician have such powerful strength!"
"The School of Magic is trying to frame and weaken the Temple!"
Bishop Moria's eyes sparkled with wisdom. "Fortunately, Archbishop William left early. Otherwise, the School of Magic would have succeeded and killed an important member of the clergy at the Archbishop level."
"Fortunately, I finished writing my holy petition, but I didn't send it out."
Bishop Moria's words made the Knights of the Temple nod in agreement: "This must be a conspiracy of the School of Magic!"
"Yes, not everyone can cultivate such a powerful Undead Summoner. His appearance is too strange!"
"My Lord Bishop, what should we do now?"
Facing the question from the Temple Knight, Moria sighed: "Since the School of Magic is well prepared, I suspect that besides this Undead Summoner, there may be other magical powers lurking in the dark."
"The Magic Guild in the city might also be their accomplice, but unfortunately I have no evidence."
"We are absolutely unable to defeat the enemy tonight. Although I am not afraid of death and am willing to sacrifice my life for God, we must live to tell the temple what happened tonight."
Moriah's face was filled with sorrow: "You guys, go inform the Temple Guards at the City Lord's Mansion, let's go."
"But what about the knights in the training ground..."
"You are questioning my decision !"
Moria glared and said, "Do you want to keep the Palace Master in the dark about the Magic Academy and prevent the true inside story of tonight's events from being spread out?"
"I dare not. We will obey the decision of the Bishop."
"very good."
As soon as Moriah finished speaking, a sneer suddenly sounded from outside the door.
"You want to leave, have you got my consent?"
"who!"
Moria was horrified and turned to look outside the hall.
