Chapter 87 Never be late for a team fight!
In order to better win this battle, Xu Ercong convened professional players and managers from the three major clubs, as well as top players among individual players, and formally established a "Northern Team Battle Player Command Center."
The headquarters will be responsible for all tactical command and the direction of the war. Xu Ercong is the head of the headquarters elected by the players.
Since it was an active attack on the enemy, the battlefield was set far away from the Northern City.
In addition, each player only has 10 hours of online time, so based on the discussions among the players in the headquarters, a complete "team battle schedule" was formulated!
"We will set off at 8 pm and advance at high speed for three hours. After that, the main force players will collectively go offline and sleep, leaving one hour of game time for emergency response."
"After the main force players go offline, the 1,000 backup players assigned by the headquarters will be responsible for guiding the main force forward."
"The next morning was Saturday. All the players who could go online went online at 10 a.m. and continued to advance at high speed for eight hours! After that, they went offline to rest."
"On the third day, I'll go online at 8 a.m. to continue my journey. I'll go offline at 10 a.m. to rest and prepare for the battle, and then go online at 12 a.m.!"
"We will try to arrive at the designated battlefield before 12 noon, and then make battle arrangements!"
“Our slogan is: Never be late for a team fight!”
This is the itinerary arranged by the "Northern Regimental Combat Command".
Players have long discovered that although they are offline, the undead bodies of their game characters can still move, but after leaving the player's control, the undead bodies are more like the state of the mindless undead recorded in the temple books.
Knowing no fatigue , no pain, it is like a ruthless traveling machine.
Players travel faster when they are online, but after they go offline, the speed of their undead bodies after being guided is also not satisfactory.
Coupled with the [Enhanced Large Acceleration Scroll] opposite the Points Mall, the speed of each undead is like a speeding racing car with the accelerator pressed to the bottom.
The players sacrificed two days and one night of game leveling time, and arrived at the battle preparation site at around 12 o'clock in the morning on the third day.
Since today is the weekend, most players have enough time to rest.
In addition, the team battle schedule was issued in advance, and those players who were not so convenient had already arranged their work and schedule in the real world for today.
No matter what, I must play in a team today!
Some new players who have not yet changed their jobs are unable to participate in the battle and can only watch the team battle from the live broadcast room perspective arranged by the team command center.
Since the scale of this group fight was extremely large, with the number of NPCs and players exceeding 100,000, the news had already spread.
Some game players who are not players of Death Scourge came here because of its reputation. A large number of players of non-local games rushed to the Dead Paradise game forum and came to the live broadcast room to watch the group live broadcast.
"Is this the team fight for Death's Scourge? Why are so many players rushing to get on the road? Why aren't they fighting?"
"Brother, why are you so anxious? I've been waiting for two hours."
"This is a rubbish game. I don't know which game it copied its ideas from. It also has a 100,000-player group battle system. It's really shameless to brag about it."
"Non-local game players please watch the game with courtesy and don't post random comments that will affect other people's viewing experience."
"Here they come! They've stopped!"
"Let me take a look at the mission map. Damn! They are very close to the enemy from this position!"
"Is it an ambush or a head-on confrontation? Does anyone know the battle plan?"
Each live broadcast room has a different perspective of the team battle. A total of dozens of live broadcast rooms provide live broadcasts for this team battle. Each live broadcast room is crowded with people, and barrages of comments keep floating up.
No matter whether it was the foreign players who made wild remarks and mocked the Death Scourge, or the local new players, they couldn't help but hold their breath at this moment.
The forced march stopped.
It seems like something is about to happen!
…
"Okay, here we are."
Xu Ercong took a look at the mission map and saw a large area of red dots representing the Lion Empire coalition forces, which were very close.
"Brother Cong, what do you say?"
Long Aotian licked his lips, extremely excited: "I can't wait any longer, should we just rush over and do it?"
"Follow the plan, and you won't lack opportunities to perform."
Xu Ercong patted Long Aotian on the shoulder, then said to him, "Ghost Blade Squad, attack! Be sure to bring back the intelligence information that the headquarters needs most!"
"Complete the mission at all costs!"
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In addition to the Ghost Knife Squad, the player command center sent out a large number of spy players, all of whom were ghost players, who quickly sneaked towards where the enemy was.
"So nervous! So nervous!"
"It's time to start a team fight!"
"Come on, the live broadcast room has opened the betting! Which side will get the first kill, the player camp or the NPC camp? Which of the two camps will get the final victory? How many days will the team battle end?"
"A little gambling is good for your health, so please spend some money!"
The live broadcast room was filled with passion, and the people watching the game were more excited than the players on the battlefield.
The tense battlefield atmosphere, the orderly team battle arrangements, the blockbuster movie-level game graphics...all these factors added together, even the outside players who clamored that the game was garbage couldn't help but buy life points in the trading market, participate in the handicap in the live broadcast room, and place bets on team battles.
"We will definitely win this battle!"
Father William was full of confidence. He looked towards the north, turned to the Imperial Marshal Alex and said, "Your Excellency Marshal, how much time do we have left to reach the northern border?"
"Great Father, can't you wait any longer?"
Marshal Alex smiled, took a sip of water, and took a bite of his marching bread.
"Yes."
William nodded, his face darkening: "This group of arrogant and evil undead summoners actually killed Moria and Eric, killed God's servants! They will definitely be punished by God!"
"I can't wait to meet these undead summoners and see their shocked and ugly faces when facing the imperial army."
"Hahaha, don't worry."
Alex laughed loudly, and then said: "We are already traveling at the fastest speed. According to the time, we should have twelve days left to reach the Northern City."
"That's good."
William hummed and turned to look at the magician next to him. He was Andrew, the dean of the Thorn Flower Magic Academy, who was in charge of the teachers and magic apprentices of the Fire Magic Academy.
Seeing Andrew's indifferent expression, William couldn't help but secretly hate in his heart: "If it weren't for this guy who has been blocking the speed of the advance in the past two days, I'm afraid we could reach the Northern City in a shorter time."
The loss of the Northern City was not good news for either the Temple or the royal family of the Lion Empire.
Especially since the great Northern Territory was actually conquered by a group of evil magicians, this made the Marshal and William have a heartfelt resistance to the people in the Magic Academy.
Neither Alex nor Archbishop William could understand why His Majesty the King would agree to let the Briar Flower School of Magic participate in this battle.
These delicate magicians are more troublesome than non-combat clergy members and they start to feel tired after traveling for a while.
If the king hadn't given the order, Alex really wanted to abandon these magicians.
"Mr. Andrew, have you rested well?"
Father William turned his head and glanced at Andrew, and said sarcastically: "Do you want to let your students and teachers sleep here? His Excellency the Marshal and I will go directly to the North. Maybe when you wake up, we will have finished the battle."
Although the Northern City was lost, according to intelligence, there were only tens of thousands of low-level undead and a group of undead magicians in the North.
This force may be difficult for small forces to deal with, but it is nothing in front of the Lion Empire.
When Marshal Alex heard William's words, he remained silent, taking it as his agreement.
According to his idea, there was no need for His Majesty the King to involve the temple and the magic academy. He could just lead his army to sweep across the North and be done with it.
Just tens of thousands of low-level undead, that's easy to capture. It's simply a feat that comes to your doorstep, and there is no difficulty in any war.
"Ah? Take a nap?"
Andrew was stunned, then looked up at the sky: "It's still early, why do you want to sleep, is Sir William tired?"
"snort."
William snorted coldly, not wanting to waste his breath on this guy pretending to be stupid: "Your Excellency Marshal, shall we set off?"
"Have you rested well?" Alex looked at Andrew. The dean of the magic academy was the king's magic teacher after all. As a subject, he had to give Andrew some respect.
The struggle between the temple and the magic academy is not something Alex can interfere with.
Andrew smiled and nodded: “Okay, we can go…”
Before he finished speaking, God William suddenly turned his head and looked far away: "Something is wrong! There is the breath of the undead!"
Wherever William's eyes fell, the shadow under the big tree shrank quietly, and then returned to calm.
