Chapter 89 Magicians have those few days every month
At this moment, the barrage of comments in the live broadcast room suddenly increased, becoming overwhelming and almost covering the live broadcast screen.
“It’s started! It’s started!”
"The team fight has begun!"
"I left my girlfriend waiting for an hour, and this is it?"
"My brother Long is awesome! Commanding a huge army with such a mighty aura!"
"Who is this man? He brought tens of thousands of players to bully an elderly NPC. He is too outrageous."
"Why play games when your character is so bad!"
"I reported it, what about you?"
…
"charge!"
Long Aotian swung his bone knife fiercely, saying: "This old man is definitely a big boss, kill him and get the equipment!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
The players shouted and charged forward according to the team formation they had practiced long ago.
"what to do?"
Andrew looked at Archfather William.
"Fight for the dead."
Father William's eyes were extremely determined. He naturally knew that this group of undead would not let him and others go, and he had no intention of escaping from the beginning.
He felt heartbroken when he thought of Eric and Moriah who died in the battle, as well as the thousands of Knights Templar.
These people are all his confidants!
She is his strong supporter in the competition for the next Palace Master!
It was this group of low-level undead that destroyed his hopes of becoming the next hall master.
Thinking of this, Father William was overwhelmed with grief and used his magic without asking for any money.
"Great God of Light, protect your warriors, fight bravely, and purify all evil!"
"Great God of Light, please drive away all enemies. My body is willing to be your ladder to ascend!"
"Power Shelter!"
"Armor of Light!"
"Great Invigoration Technique!"
"Light Awakening Technique!"
A series of buffing spells were cast upon the magicians and infantry soldiers, dramatically increasing their own combat effectiveness.
Every warrior felt that he had endless strength, and his skin became tighter, as if he was covered with an invisible armor.
This is why His Majesty the King loves the temple so much.
The magic of the temple is truly a powerful weapon of war. It not only has attack magic like a magician, but can also enhance the strength of ordinary warriors.
In the eyes of the players, this group of infantry NPCs suddenly turned into hundreds of watts of light bulbs , and each of them emitted white light.
"charge!"
Father William gave the order without hesitation: "We will never retreat! Fight to the last moment! Someone has already informed the marshal, our reinforcements will be here soon!"
With the support of divine magic at the level of high priests and the elite temple knights leading the charge, the infantry regiments were full of morale and marched forward, ready to fight.
"Front row, move forward! Back row, output!"
Long Aotian yelled at the top of his voice: "The chance to earn points is now. Whether you can get the points depends on your ability!"
"Pay attention to the formation, tear apart the front row of NPCs, and give priority to killing this old man! He is definitely the big boss. In a team fight, kill the DPS and the nurse assistant first!"
Long Aotian didn’t understand what command was, but he knew who posed the biggest threat.
Obviously, Father William is the target that players must kill first.
The elite temple knights are extremely powerful, with their swords filled with fighting spirit. Each strike can kill several undead players instantly. Even players with thick skin and flesh like gargoyles cannot withstand the second strike.
"The level of this group of Temple Knights is higher than the ones we encountered before. They may be high-level Temple Knights starting from level 30!"
"Level 30 is nothing, look at my descendant's sharpshooting skills! Damn, I'm a level 25 sharpshooter, but I can only deal 1 point of forced damage?"
"No, the Banshee's physical strength absorption won't work either. This group of NPCs in the front row are too tough. There is a divine spell that isolates the Banshee's curse."
Players are complaining bitterly because the level gap is too big.
As soon as the battle started, the players felt the strength of the NPC.
This group of NPCs is too difficult to deal with.
You can only passively take the beating and have no way of hurting the other party.
Not to mention the elite Knights Templar, even the fighting spirit warriors of this infantry regiment have become much stronger than the top players in the player camp.
As everyone knows, this is all due to the auxiliary magic of old Father William.
The High Priest is a senior member of the temple second only to the Temple Master. The divine arts he is proficient in are naturally extremely effective, and he is a top-notch existence in the entire Esk continent.
Originally, the level of this group of NPCs was slightly higher than that of the players, and with the addition of a master of divine magic who was madly blessing them with enhanced divine magic, this indirectly widened the gap in level, dual resistance, and damage between the two sides.
After a back-and-forth comparison, using the most intuitive method, the level difference between the two sides is at least 15 levels!
How can we fight this?
Seeing how powerful his own men were, Andrew started to paddle with the magicians.
"Fireball, fireball, fireball."
"You only know one fireball spell?"
Father William was so angry that he yelled, "You are the dean of the Fire Department of the Thorn Flower Magic Academy, a great fire magician! Where are your flaming meteor showers! Where are your flaming disasters! Where are your magma giants!"
"Sorry, I'm not feeling well today. My magic power is blocked, so I can only cast the Fireball spell."
Andrew looked apologetic. Archpriest William took a deep breath and pointed at the other magicians: "What about them? Why do they only cast fireball spells?"
Andrew shrugged his shoulders. "You know, magicians have a few days every month when they feel uncomfortable and their magic power is out of balance. They can only drink more hot water to adjust... Unfortunately, we are all feeling uncomfortable today."
"snort!"
Father William was so angry that his chest was suffocated. "Damn it, you're paddling too obviously."
"Spear of Divine Punishment! Spear of Divine Punishment! Spear of Divine Punishment!"
Father William had a gloomy face, and one spear of light after another fell from the sky, killing the players.
Fortunately, Father William is not a priest who is good at attacking magic, otherwise more than half of the players might be killed when they first encounter him.
"This old man is really annoying!"
Long Aotian yelled, "Brothers, this old man shoots white light every day, he is shameless, can we tolerate it?"
“I can’t stand this!”
"What should we do then?"
"Cut him!"
"superior!"
Long Aotian pointed at Father William and said, "Go over there!"
"I declare that whoever can kill this old thing first will be given a first kill reward of 200,000 yuan!"
Long Aotian’s domineering declaration instantly made the players excited.
Look at this group of undead, their eyes are all red, and Andrew gets goose bumps all over his body.
There are already points for playing in a team, and now there is a wave of cash rewards for the first kill, how can everyone not be excited.
Two hundred thousand!
How many years of hard work can ordinary players save?
There will always be brave men when there is a big reward, and the player camp began to fight desperately.
The people in the front row rushed forward desperately, and the people in the back row dealt damage desperately. The battle intensity of the entire player camp was suddenly raised.
The players watching in the live broadcast room were as excited as the players on the battlefield when the reward for was announced.
"Fuck! It happens again! Brother Long is wasting money in team fights!"
"Others fight in a team to deal damage, but Brother Long only spends money."
"Death Scourge is a game exclusively for the rich, it is a pay-to-win game!"
"Two hundred thousand! Damn, I was so excited that my cigarette butt dropped and burned a big hole in my girlfriend."
"Black question mark face, after all this time, your girlfriend is inflatable?"
"If I'd known there were so many rich people in Death God Scourge, I would have created an account long ago! Don't mention it, I'm going to register now, I'm hanging out with Brother Long!"
The players in the barrage were very excited, and the players on the battlefield were risking their lives.
It was a brief confrontation, with few enemies but the battle was extremely fierce.
The players finally fought their way through and made their way to Father William.
"Take my knife, old man!"
"Spear of Divine Punishment!"
Father William reacted very quickly, killing the undead that was approaching him, and then shouted gloomily, "Protect me!"
The Temple Knights rushed forward, shrinking their formation and defense circle.
But there are just too many undead, and they have brains. You can't fight them with your rotation warfare, war of attrition, or delaying tactics.
NPCs competing with players in team fighting skills is simply courting death.
The players didn't care about the other Temple Knights at all. They captured one or two Temple Knights as the key breakthrough point. They could easily concentrate their fire and kill them instantly, tearing open a hole in the defense circle and trying to attack Father William.
After experiencing several dangerous situations, Father William's face became even more gloomy and embarrassed.
The number of infantry regiments and temple knights was too small to protect him, and there was also a group of idle magicians around him, which made him feel exhausted.
It's like in a 5V5 game, you try so hard to be the C and win, but you end up meeting a bunch of stupid teammates who can't even win by doing nothing.
Father William is feeling exactly like . He is so angry that his chest is stuffy and his eyelids are twitching.
Not to mention Father William, even the players on the battlefield and in the live broadcast room noticed it.
"Hey hey hey, there's someone slacking off in the NPC camp! Hahahahahahahaha burp~"
"Fuck, is this a magic apprentice? How can he only throw fireballs? He's too low level."
"Three fireballs can't kill a single undead. Are these magician NPCs going to let us win so obviously?"
"I always thought that only player gangs had traitors, but it turns out there are traitors among NPCs too. I've learned a lot today."
"Those magicians are our own people, don't hurt our friendly forces!"
"[Fireball**Good] rewarded 55 days of life points."
There was a cheerful atmosphere in the live broadcast room.
…
"Oops, it's crooked again."
Andrew looked at the fireball technique that was shot into the sky, admired it for a while, and then looked at Father William beside him with a smile.
"Sir William, I see that you don't look very well today, and your forehead is black. Are you dying?"
"snort!"
Father William covered his chest with his hands, and was so angry that he almost couldn't breathe.
Just at this time.
A loud shout came out of nowhere.
"Father, here I come!"
Father William looked back and saw Marshal Alex coming with a large army, and countless soldiers, warriors and temple knights joining the battlefield.
Father William couldn't help but burst into tears at this moment, "God, you finally didn't give up on me!"
