Chapter 90 The local tyrant group sets out!
"marshal!"
Father William pointed at the undead players led by Long Aotian and roared, "These are the undead who robbed the North! This group of undead actually knew how to raid the Northern Expedition Army. There must be an undead magician behind them!"
"good."
Alex nodded, his expression serious: "Today, we will kill these evil guys! Take back the North for His Majesty the King!"
…
"Reinforcements from the NPC camp are here!"
"It's over. My brother Long can't hold on any longer. The NPC army looks like it has so many people."
"It's not that we are not strong enough, it's because the opponent has too many people."
"What are you afraid of? Just chop it off and it'll be over! Is my brother Long a coward?"
The comments in the live broadcast room were still scrolling, but Long Aotian was not in a good mood.
Alex led his army to join the battlefield. For a while, the players were defeated and had to temporarily end the offensive and adjust their formation.
"Why did their reinforcements arrive so quickly!"
Long Aotian had a gloomy face and sent a private message to Xu Ercong: "Brother Cong, the support troops from the NPC camp have arrived. Judging from the approximate size, there should be quite a few people."
"Okay, let's proceed according to the plan."
Xu Ercong nodded: "Try your best to delay these NPCs."
"Um."
Long Aotian nodded, and then ordered in the team battle channel: "The points are already in place! Dare to grab them!"
This is very domineering.
In my eyes, Brother Long, hundreds of thousands of NPCs are nothing more than a group of self-propelled points extraction machines.
The players looked up and saw that on the endless plain, the NPCs had formed a battle formation, and the army soldiers and temple knights had deployed their formations. There were at least three hundred thousand people!
It was a dark mass, with an imposing aura rising to the sky, like a swarm of locusts, which was terrifying to look at.
There were the legions of soldiers waiting in solemn anticipation , the temple knights riding their horses ready to attack, and the legion of magicians at the rear.
This is the orthodox army of the fantasy magic world!
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"Fuck, how can we fight this!"
"Who is the natural disaster? Our undead are trembling in fear."
“Are you playing this game to torture yourself?”
"The takeaway has been ordered, sit back and wait for the meal."
The foreign players in the barrage made sarcastic remarks and watched the local players of Death Scourge be defeated.
The power gap between the two sides seems to be very huge. In the eyes of most players, the undead in the player camp will definitely be defeated.
The Death Scourge players on the battlefield were not optimistic either, as it was clear that they could not win this battle.
The number of enemies is at least 300,000, while the number of players on the plain battlefield is only 80,000, and most of them are players in their 20s. Players above level 25 have basically been taken away by Xu Ercong.
However, faced with such a huge gap in numbers, the Undead players remain undaunted!
To everyone's surprise, the undead actually took the initiative to attack, as if they were the one with the upper hand.
"Brothers, let's die, let's cut the points first!"
The players from the Aotian Club took the lead. Ma Kesi roared and led the charge: "Kill!"
"Kill the NPC! Grab the points!"
Under the leadership of the players from the combat department of Aotian Club, all the players burst out with great fighting spirit, roaring and launching a suicidal charge towards the NPC army.
"You don't know your own limits."
Alex sneered and gave an order in a deep voice: "Infantry regiment, move forward! Pikemen, surround from both sides! The Knights follow the Temple Knights, listen to my orders, and wait for the charge!"
"Magicians, begin preparing to cast spells and wait for orders."
"good."
Andrew nodded, feeling helpless.
Alex brought the magician army with him, which made it impossible for him to slack off. After all, it was impossible for tens of thousands of magicians to be unwell, right?
This would result in the dean being unable to explain himself in front of His Majesty the King, so Andrew could only say sorry in his heart and then arrange for the magicians to chant spells.
The average level of NPC soldiers is around level 20-25, which is similar to the level and strength of undead players.
However, the NPC soldiers were numerous, cooperated with each other in an orderly manner, and had complete types of troops. As soon as the undead players clashed, many of them were killed or injured.
Even without the Temple Knights and magicians taking action, the players were already finding it difficult to hold on.
“It still doesn’t work.”
The local players who were watching the game in the live broadcast room couldn't help but shake their heads and sigh.
"The gap in strength between the enemy and us is too big. The player camp can't beat the NPC camp at all."
"Why did you make the game so realistic? The military literacy of these NPCs is too high!"
"I'm afraid that even if we simply die, we won't be able to win this battle."
"Where's Brother Cong? Where is Brother Cong? Why doesn't Brother Cong think of a solution?"
"Brother Long, hold on! Don't lose! If you lose, our main city will be gone!"
The players in the barrage could only worry. After many battlefield players died in battle, they could only helplessly join the barrage army and shout slogans of encouragement.
The battlefield battle lasted only ten minutes, and in an instant, more than ten thousand of the eighty thousand undead players were reduced to nothing.
"Aotian goes to war, and not a blade of grass will grow!"
Ma Kesi roared angrily and commanded several zombies to attack an infantry regiment commander.
Normal damage -108!
Disease-causing damage-301!
Toxic damage -30!
Toxic damage -30!
“Sizzle!”
The sharp claws of the ghoul filled with toxic bacteria cut the throat of the infantry squad commander, and the NPC fell down with his eyes wide open.
“Puff!”
Blood splattered everywhere, shooting far away, and even Mark's dead undead robe was covered in blood.
This is the most realistic battlefield, with blood flowing and corpses everywhere. In the most brutal collision areas, NPCs and players fall down every moment.
“Kill, kill, kill!”
Even the calmest players in the past have fallen into the madness of the battle.
On the battlefield, if you retreat or show weakness, you will be the one to die!
But even if the players have no fear, there are just too many enemies.
In particular, top players such as Ma Kesi, who were active on the battlefield and tried hard to maintain the situation, were hit hard by the NPC Archer Legion.
“Swish, swish, swish!”
“Swish, swish, swish!”
Arrows were shot down from all directions. Although one or two arrows could not pose a threat to the undead, if there were enough arrows, they could drown the undead.
"Brother Xiao Ma, be careful!"
A gargoyle player from the Aotian Club saw that the situation was not good, pushed Ma Kesi away, and blocked a fatal sneak attack from an NPC.
"If you dare to hurt my brother Ma, take my claws!"
The Gargoyle player roared, and before he could successfully attack, a rain of arrows fell from the sky.
"Puff! Puff! Puff!"
"Puff! Puff! Puff!"
Normal damage -10!
Normal damage -18!
Fatal damage - 112!
Every arrow hits the bone!
Sharp arrows pierced the gargoyle player's body, and countless damage signs popped up above his head.
Even the gargoyle players, who are known for their defense, cannot withstand such intensive damage.
"Brother Ma, I'm leaving first."
The gargoyle player died and fell to the ground, with arrows from the NPCs piercing his face and feet.
The barrage of comments in the live broadcast room exploded instantly.
"This brother is a talented person, and his luck is extraordinary!"
"To be able to receive so many arrows on the battlefield, this guy must be an unlucky player, that's for sure."
"See? This is the warning from the dog planner. This is the consequence of not spending money!"
Ma Ke was furious: "Asshole, how dare you hurt my brother!"
"Where are the skeleton archers? Fight back! Shoot! Shoot them to death! Shoot them to death!"
Ma Ke's anger at death did not last long. A spear that came from nowhere stabbed the soul fire in his head.
Soon, Ma Kesi calmed down, then he sorted out his thoughts and sent a private message to Long Aotian.
"Brother Long, what should we do now!"
"Ma Ke is dead, why don't you just fight properly and send messages?"
"Brother Long, I'm hanging up..."
Ma Kesi smiled bitterly and sent a private message: "All my ghouls are dead, and I am dead too. Brother Long, how about we retreat?"
"retreat?"
Long Aotian glanced at the battlefield and saw that there were less than 40,000 players now.
Most of the top players were killed by snipers.
Facts have proved that the NPCs are not fools. The coach of the NPC camp knows which undead to focus on sniping on the battlefield, and he also holds two trump cards in his hand.
The Knights and the Magicians have not yet shown their power, and it seems that they cannot win this battle.
"Damn it, I won't accept this!"
Long Ao Tianqi's face was distorted. As a rich player, was he going to be defeated by an NPC?
I can't swallow this!
However, even if you are not convinced, this is the reality of the battle.
"Brother Cong, point A may be lost."
Long Aotian trembled as he sent this private message: "How is your B-spot?"
"Point A is about to be lost?"
Xu Ercong was furious: "What are you doing? Didn't you say you would definitely win when you attacked?"
"Brother Cong, there is nothing I can do. The opponent is too strong. There are hundreds of thousands of NPCs coming."
"Point B will take some time, just hold on!"
"Brother Cong, I really can't hold on ."
Long Aotian’s private message was full of grievances: “Brother Cong, you know, I just bought a villa this month, and there is no money in my personal bank card. I can’t use the company’s money to play games.”
When has my great Brother Long ever suffered such suffering? Ever since Alex joined the battlefield, he has been suppressed and beaten.
But Long Aotian has no temper at all and doesn't even have the confidence to spend money.
When Xu Ercong heard this, he suddenly realized: "I was wondering why you suddenly became so weak, it turns out you have no money."
It’s really hard for my brother Long that one day he actually couldn’t afford any money.
"I can't do anything about you."
Xu Ercong sighed, then yelled in the team battle channel.
"The local tyrant group, set out!"
"Fully support Area A!"
