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When the player and Wagner disliked each other, the lakeside village about two kilometers away was in chaos at the moment.

"What the hell are those?! How come there are so many undead here??"

In the temporary camp surrounded by huge trucks pulled by more than 20 six-legged lizards, the owner of the caravan, a dark-skinned, stout Saukri, stared angrily and cursed.

The head of the "Sea Lion" mercenary group remained silent, waiting for the boss to vent his emotions after scolding for a while, and stepped forward to persuade him: "Mr. Yilik, something is wrong here, we have to leave as soon as possible."

"Leave? That's really nice to say!" The businessman Yilik's thick black round eyes, which are unique to the Sokri, stared even more roundly, "Your people haven't brought back the information about the town of Westham until now. , where do you want my caravan to go? Can you fly directly to Innatrix?"

The head of the "Sea Lion" was silent for a while, and said: "We can make a detour, Mr. Yilik, exit here and make a detour from the east, and we can still reach Innatrix after walking for two more days."

The businessman Yilik's dark face was flushed red, and he pointed at the leader's nose and cursed: "What do you mean, Ken, is this your attitude? Is this what the 'Sea Lion' mercenary group does? Qian invited you here, is it for you to teach me how to do business?!"

Captain Ken had to bow his head: "I'm sorry, Mr. Eric, that's not what I meant."

The businessman Yilik refused to give up, and pointed at Ken and cursed for a long time before he angrily asked him to deploy night watchmen, and sternly asked him to continue sending people to Westham Town at dawn-because there were a large number of people not long ago Because of the presence of the strange undead, he didn't dare to let Ken send people at night, and save more people to protect the safety of the caravan during such a dangerous time at night.

Captain Ken watched his employer enter the large box-shaped carriage, and rubbed the space between his brows with a headache.

Professional mercenaries will not waste time due to trivial matters when performing tasks. His operation captain led people to explore the road and has not returned. There can only be one reason: the three of them met Opponents who have no chance.

The leader of the "Sea Lion" is very clear about the ability of the action captain. Even if the action captain is given for nothing, then he will definitely not be so stupid as to continue to fill it with people. Compared with the lost companions, the existing companions are more important.

However, he wanted to "stop the loss in time", but the employer didn't do it.

Those fabrics are so tempting, even if you start with double... no, triple the price of those mud legs, as long as you ship them back, you can make at least five times the profit!

Double the profit is enough to make people jealous, let alone how many times the profit? The head of the "Sea Lion" also knows very well that it is difficult for him to persuade the employer to give up this "financial source".

"Ken!"

Across the mercenaries who were grilling meat around the campfire, Ken's deputy, the big man Adam, stood on the other side of the camp and waved to him.

Ken pushed away a few idiots who were fighting for meat, and strode over: "Have you asked?"

"Recruited." The big Adam's face turned pale, as if he was frightened by something, he looked around before leaning into Ken's ear, and said in a low voice, "Ken, there's big trouble... these bastard bumpkins Let us!"

Ken's expression froze: "I'll go and have a look."

Outside the camp, Ken saw the target of the torture in the cowshed of the village chief's house, which was guarded by Ken's cronies.

The young man curled up on the haystack raised his bruised eyelids and looked shyly at Ken who walked in.

The undead had come to the village, and Ken knew with his knees that these villagers were not telling the truth, at least in Westem's fiction; The son opened a breakthrough here.

Condescendingly sized up the timid young man, Ken went up and kicked him down without saying a word.

"Don't, don't hit me, I've said it, I've said it, master!" The village chief's son was terrified, clutching his chest and weeping bitterly.

"Tell me! What's going on in Westham Town!" Ken shouted coldly.

"The new lord Rex has the support of a black magician. The original mayor was captured by the undead sent by the black magician and locked up in the original militia!" The son of the village chief yelled in fear, " When I, my father and I went to the town, I saw undead walking on the street in the town!"

Ken, who had a vague premonition in his heart, couldn't control his expression when he heard the word "black magician"...

No one wants to provoke spellcasters, especially illusionists and black magicians among spellcasters. These two types of people, let alone mercenary groups like them, have to go around if they can.

Thinking of those undead who ran freely into the village not long ago, and even drilled into their camp to watch swaggeringly, Ken felt his scalp tingle.

"I, my father said, everyone, don't tell you that there are black magicians and undead in your town, otherwise, otherwise none of us will be saved..." The son of the village chief was only crying, but he didn't realize that there were black magicians and undead in the town. En's face paled, "My father said that Mr. Rex is the most merciful lord, as long as we don't betray him, he will definitely save us..."

Ken was furious when he heard this, and laughed angrily: "Are you dreaming? Expecting the nobles to save you country bumpkins? Does he know who you are?"

The young man looked panic-stricken and lowered his head.

Ken left the bullpen with a livid face, and immediately went to report to his employer.

Hearing that there really was a black magician in the town of Westham, the businessman Erik almost slipped from the soft cotton cushion of the high-back chair to the ground.

"No wonder those undead act so strangely...there are black magicians manipulating them!" Erik was startled and terrified, "Damn it, you offended that black magician just by sending someone to scout the way? These magicians are so narrow-minded son!"

"Mr. Eric, let's get out of here quickly." Ken urged, "Bypass Westham and go into the city, to Innadrix, with your friendship with Bartleth's family...that black mage No matter what you say, you have to give some fluff."

Yilik didn't respond immediately, but paced around the carriage anxiously.

This Saukri businessman does have a good relationship with the Lord Bartleys family of Innadris.

The Sokri Empire is a tropical power in the southern part of the Nabalon continent. The local area is rich in food spices such as chili, pepper, garlic, ginger, and dried fruit. The merchants of the Cree Empire were once known as the "Spice Ship on Land".

After the advent of the age of great voyages, the giant voyage ships of the Kenyan Empire in the north brought back not only cheap orc slaves with extremely low cost, but also huge amounts of spices rich in outer continents, which caused a great impact on the spice trade of Sokri merchants. Extremely severe shock.

Today, Saukri's spices can no longer be sold to the north at all, and can only be sold to some countries in the central and western parts of the mainland through land trade, and their influence is far less than before.

However, the so-called emaciated camels are bigger than horses, and Sokri merchants who specialize in local spices still have more status than ordinary merchants, especially imperial merchants like Yilik with noble blood—he has a quarter of Although he is of the noble blood of the Sokri Empire, even though he has not been honored, as long as he reports his surname, he can still receive VIP treatment in a small country like the Rhine.

It's just... Seeing the square piece of exquisite cloth spread on the small round table, Elek still felt unwilling.

Erik had received a certain degree of aristocratic education from his father, and he could accurately judge that the Bartleis family did not have the source of this fabric—otherwise this piece could be used for any decent cloth if it was cut properly and slightly hemmed. The cloth used as a tablecloth will never appear in the hands of bumpkins in remote villages.

He went to the Bartles family for protection in such a panic, he couldn't get these fabrics... Even if he could get them, the big heads belonged to others.

Eric clenched his fist and then lowered it, and then he clenched it tightly.

"Wait—why treat that black mage as an enemy?" Erik said suddenly, "After all, we just sent spies, and we didn't do anything rude, did we?"

Ken: "..."

He really wanted to say that sending out spies was considered an offense... But he also knew very well that if he pointed this out, Erik would definitely put the blame on him and blame him, the regiment leader, for not stopping it at that time.

The surname Yilik carries a lot of weight. If he offends this employer, the "Sea Lion" mercenary group will be difficult to get along with in Sokri, and Captain Ken can only keep his mouth shut.

"That's right, that's it, we don't have to confront that black mage at all." Erik said more and more that his idea was feasible, and said excitedly, "We used to do business with Baron Marcus, and now Of course we can also do business with Rex... That guy doesn't seem to have a title? It doesn't matter, he will be awarded sooner or later, and we can still do business with this gentleman!"

"That's it!" Erik clapped his hands talking to himself, "Ken, send messengers to town with gifts and a name card from Erik's family at dawn! We need to establish a good relationship with this gentleman!"

"it's dark."

Wagner looked up at the sky, silently pinned the azalea badge, stood up vigorously, and called out to the undead who were noisily doing their own thing according to Yang's request: "Undead friends, it's time to fight! Please help—"

"It's finally started!"

"Rush rush!"

"Yeah~"

Scattered in a mess everywhere, the undead jumped up one by one like a spring, scattered like a flock of sheep, and galloped wildly towards the lakeside village like wild horses.

The blood vessels on Wagner's forehead almost burst: "——stop for me!!"

The undead who fell at the back had already jumped out tens of meters, and no one turned around to talk to Wagner.

Wagner took a deep breath...

——He really shouldn't have even the slightest expectation of these undead bastards! !

Wagner looked at his soldiers with a black face, and roared through his teeth: "The whole team!"

When Wagner, whose face was as black as the bottom of a pot, led the soldiers to the vicinity of Lakeside Village, he was shocked to find that...the undead didn't rush into the enemy pile and mess around, but were decently harvested corn outside the village. Assemble the whole team in the field.

But... the situation is not much better than Wagner's worst prediction.

The undead noisily assembled the entire cornfield, less than 200 meters from the village.

Between the cornfield and the village, on the rammed loess soil used to dry grain, there is a temporary cart and horse camp surrounded by giant trucks pulled by six-legged lizards.

In the chariot and horse camp with blazing bonfires, countless armored and fierce mercenaries and caravan thugs were staring dumbfounded at the cornfield less than a hundred meters away.

Wagner once again had the urge to vomit blood—emotionally, these undead arranged tactics and deployed troops in front of the enemy. Is it a traditional operation? !

So... What's the point of Yang letting them attack at night? ?Did he count his dead? !

These undead don't care whether they will be exposed to the eyes of the enemy, okay! !

"Captain Pete, are we going there?" The soldier who followed Wagner obediently and crouched in the grass asked cautiously.

"Wait...wait." Wagner forcibly swallowed the old blood rushing to his throat, "We'll wait until the undead fight the enemy."

The soldiers nodded in unison. The undead are immortal, and nothing serious can happen if they mess around. They, living people without heavy armor and mounts, can't act like them.

At this time, the undead who ran under the enemy's nose and lined up suddenly became chaotic...

"Just a dozen or so healing points are not enough, why do you still want a team to take two?!"

"It's none of your business for us to form a team with our own relatives and friends!"

"I rely on you to force you to lead the team to do the task by yourself, with what big group?!"

"You're looking for trouble, right? It's none of your business whether we follow the big group or not. The sea is in front of your house, so it doesn't matter so much?"

"Grass your father!"

"Hey, what are you doing, speak well and don't move!"

"I rely on you to stop making trouble at this time if you have any conflicts? More than 200 people are here to watch your show?!"

"Brothers, give me some face! We all have to do tasks, can we settle any grievances later?"

The two teams suddenly clashed, and one of the irascible elders drew a knife and slashed at the skulls of others, and the people around hurriedly surrounded them to persuade them.

Wagner who was watching secretly: "..."

Wagner turned his face away and raised his hand to his forehead.

Not seeing.

If these undead were his soldiers, at least half of them would have to be dragged out to sacrifice the flag before the battle.

If it dragged on for more than ten minutes, the reaction of the enemies in the temporary camp turned from shock to bewilderment and surprise. They huddled together and pointed at the messy undead in the cornfield. This group of undead barely completed the whole team.

Then... Wagner saw an undead yelling angrily, "Follow me, brothers." The undead, who had barely formed a formation just now, swarmed towards the enemy who was poking around in the temporary camp. .

In the grass, the soldiers were dumbfounded, and Wagner was dumbfounded.

When he came back to his senses, Wagner pinched his thigh with all his strength so that he could not hold back his curse—what is the point of all your teamwork! !

The enemies in the chariot and horse camp were not much more confused than the friendly soldiers. It took a while to realize that the gang of undead were here to beat them, and quickly yelled at each other to form a formation to fight the enemy.

Generally speaking, a circle of thick-skinned six-legged lizards and giant carriages full of goods is the most effective field shelter. As long as caravan thugs and mercenaries guard this line of defense, even if their number It is also difficult for the bandit group to rush through the bunker and cause effective damage to them.

This caravan of the Yilik family has rich combat experience, and the "Sea Lions" are also a long-established mercenary regiment. The battle formation was well formed, and the line of defense of chariots and horses facing this side was airtight.

Then... Under the amazed gaze of the "Sea Lion" leader Ken, who commanded on the spot, and Wagner, who was squatting in the grass in the dark for an opportunity, these two commanders with rich front-line experience watched in astonishment. Instead, they splashed out like water splashed on flat ground, rushing to the sides in a mighty, scattered and disorderly manner...

"Squeezing together to fight is bound to cause accidents. Maybe our own side will wipe out the guns before the task is completed. It's better to spread out and fight each other."

The commander-in-chief of the undead side, the entropy does not increase, the girl is so good at the wonderful pen.

"It can only be like this." Miaobi Shenghua sighed authentically, "There are so few people and there are so many things. If there are more people, the Legend of Zhen Huan is enough to perform several times."

"Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. This game can't be double-playing to play other things. Immersive play, the sense of substitution is high, and the emotion will be greater. I went to the battlefield on the left, and you can watch on the right." Entropy Do not wave your hands.

"I will try my best." Miaobi Shenghua said.

The old master Ken, who was stupefied by the players, wiped off his cold sweat, and yelled, "Stand up! Don't let any undead in!"

Fortunately, the mercenaries of the "Sea Lion" had been attacked several times by bandit groups during their perennial missions. After a while of chaos, they quickly adjusted and scattered to all directions to face the undead trying to cross the line of defense. Whack.

The light and nimble skeleton bodies of the players climbed the six-legged lizard carriage without much effort, but at the same time, the skeleton bodies of the players were indeed not resistant to beatings. Many players who jumped on the top of the truck were blown off their heads, or their entire bodies were beaten. Break up.

Needless to say, the players who were broken up turned into white light and disappeared on the spot.

Players whose heads were blown off were better. They jumped off one by one in a hurry and turned around to look for their heads... Generally, players whose potential value has been raised to more than 70 have a longer "blood bar" than when they first entered the game, and the damage caused by blown heads The value is not enough to clear the player's health bar.

"Ahhhh-!"

The mercenaries could still bear this horrifying scene, and only some caravan members screamed in fright...

"Damn, these monsters do so much damage! I almost killed me!" The bloody player who retrieved his head was also very frightened, and hurriedly went to the nearest Faye to wash his blood.

"Don't rush forward if you don't have a helmet! These monsters will hit our weak point!" Entropy does not increase, "Go forward with equipment!"

The walker players who still want to climb the car backed up quickly, giving way to the knight warriors.

The relationship between the undead horses released in a mess at the beginning of the server, there are few warriors, but the knights are a large population, and the knight players who fell behind because of their heavy equipment quickly stepped up...

A knight player neatly jumped onto a carriage, spread out his sword and shield, and slammed his sword at the mercenary he was attacking with a dash of the shield.

Hitting someone with a shield is such a trick. The heavy knights in this world are very slick. The mercenary who came up to stop him has also seen it before, and he doesn't care about it.

The small round shield (too heavy for the undead to hold) hit his shoulder, and this fat and strong mercenary secretly laughed at the lightness of the force... Then he felt top-heavy, and his eyes turned black.

This mercenary, who was also a Sokri, stared with pure black eyes on his blank face, completely unable to understand what happened...

A decent knight hitting someone with a shield is purely physical damage. With the undead's physique and strength, hitting someone really won't be a big problem.

However, the skills of the knight players were magically modified by Yang Qiu based on the online game skills of the earth plane and based on the skill runes of alchemy puppets. It looks like a physical attack, but it is essentially a spiritual attack...

Knight players must consume a certain amount of available mental power to activate the shield attack skill. After hitting the target (hitting the part protected by heavy armor is invalid), no matter how light the force is or how big the target is, as long as the mental value does not exceed the player's Within the range of the attack, it is inevitable to suffer from the reaction of the mental attack and fall into a short-term dizzy state.

The charging skills of warrior players are also based on the same principle. Otherwise, with the role of Yang Yinglian and the equipment weighing less than 70 kilograms, how could it be possible to stop Wagner, who is measured by tonnage with both men and horses.

While the mercenary who was hit by the shield was temporarily incapacitated, several walker players who were crowded under the chariot and horse quickly made a move and worked together to drag the unlucky mercenary down, very skillfully in less than two seconds Disarm the opponent, tie it up with a nylon restraint belt, and drag it back...

Captain Ken, who happened to see this scene: "??"

etc!What are these undead coming for? !