Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

Today on Earth is Friday, a good day when the weekend is finally ushering in the student party and working party who can't wait to rush into online games to play and decompress.

When Yang Qiu issued a combat mission invitation to all online players through the game announcement, the online rate of the 95 players in the game was as high as [-]%... Not counting those with Toolman accounts, there were more than [-] online players.

The bragging posts posted by old players on the forum, and the large amount of sophisticated equipment that can only be purchased from old players after entering the game, have firmly engraved the basic cognition of "combat missions are the most fragrant" in all new players. in the head.

Once the announcement is released, no matter if you are squatting in the logging camp to earn gold, running in the poisonous mist swamp to see the world, squatting in the mining area to farm solo, teaming up to go to the spider's lair, or squatting in the life alley to practice skills, or go shopping in Westem to see the scenery , all ran towards the teleportation point like a husky seeing brand new furniture...

In other words... These online players were synchronously teleported from the Desolate Stronghold, the Teleportation Point of Exile Town, the Teleportation Point of the Mining Area, and the teleportation point of Westem to the frontline battlefield at the same time.

It is normal for players from the four teleportation points to be refreshed in the same teleportation array, blocking them into sardines...it is not normal if they are not blocked.

Wagner, who is nearly two meters tall and weighs more than 100 kilograms, could barely rely on his size and tonnage to protect himself from being overwhelmed by the undead at first; Undead gushed out, and this old man who was always confident in his own weight was also horrified to find that his feet were slowly leaving the ground...

After slightly imagining the scene of being repeatedly run over by countless pairs of undead feet after accidentally falling to the ground, Wagner, a man who had never been afraid when he was captured, broke out in a cold sweat.

The undead trampled on his own people... No, the undead were never merciless when they chopped down their own people. He didn't dare to expect these guys to know how to show mercy to him!

Between life and death, Wagner didn't care about other things, raised his arms and pointed to the north, and shouted: "The enemy is ahead! Fight, undead! Attack——!"

After organizing the undead to attack in an orderly manner, let's talk about it later!He has to survive first!

Players who were pushed outside by the crowd, who were turning their heads to scold their mothers, or trying to find their teammates subconsciously turned their heads to look north.

On the distant horizon, there is indeed a large group of cavalry rushing forward through the smoke and dust.

Switching to other armies, when the enemy is in a mess and the enemy rushes in, it is basically a prelude to defeat without a fight and collapse.

It can be replaced by this group of players... nonexistent.

"It's strange!" A player exclaimed in surprise.

"It's still a knight monster! The whole body is equipped with monsters!" The player who yelled this voice was so excited that his voice was a little trembling.

The players who blocked the frontline camp immediately rushed towards the direction of "Laiguai" like a flood...

Wagner lowered the center of gravity of his body, tried his best to maintain his balance, ran out of the camp with the scattered undead, and immediately turned [-] degrees to distance himself from these lunatics—many undead in the camp did not move, and there were still people in the tent Undead keep pouring out, he needs to stay away from these guys!

The first wave of players who rushed towards the Solari Sun Cult like vicious dogs numbered around a thousand.

Players are a group, it’s really fun when playing games... But it doesn’t mean that everyone will give up treatment; most players still have a sense of their own strength, and it looks like a large group of humanoid monsters linked by groups, alone Wanting to gain benefits in melee is just thinking about farts.

And so... an extremely strange and unimaginable scene occurred on the battlefield of the nameless wasteland:

On one side, nearly a thousand undead rushed out of the Westham camp, dragging a long snake formation, and noisily launched a suicide sprint towards the Solari Cult.

On the other side, at least two thousand undead in the "stay behind" camp didn't care about the companions who rushed out, but "interacted" enthusiastically...

"The full monster spawning team is looking for a big group, is there any big boss to start a group?"

"Elite six-person monster spawning team, bring your own milk, beg for a reliable team!"

"Is there anyone who can form a group of scattered people? Walker asks for a group!"

"Six pits, come walker warrior knight!"

"Is there any Faye? Please Faye! Ten children are waiting to be fed!"

"Warrior seeks a group~~"

Outside the wasteland, on the Pingdingshan.

The hilltop platform crowded with hundreds of spectators was very quiet...

Innerdli spectators holding binoculars of various sizes looked left at the Solari Cult and the Undead Thousands that had collided together, and looked right at the group in the Westham camp as if they had nothing to do with them. The large army of undead, each working in its own way, fell into silence collectively.

Could it be that these undead are so powerful that they don't bother to use all their strength to deal with the Sun Cult?

——This is the first thought of many people who were frightened by the sudden appearance of the undead army.

And then... The audience saw with their own eyes the "Pioneer Army", a scattered undead army without any formation at all, colliding into white lights in front of the iron hooves of the Sun Cult...

"what!!"

Among the audience outside the platform, a man wearing a peaked cap suddenly screamed fiercely, causing the surrounding middle-class people who were sitting on the tarp to watch the battle to look back.

The man closed his mouth and lowered his head, pulling down his peaked cap.

When other people's attention returned to the battlefield, the man in the peaked cap lifted his chin with a gloomy expression, revealing an ordinary middle-aged male face.

This man who looks like an ordinary worker, but with sharper eyes than ordinary people, and a faint evil spirit... is the captain of the night watchman of the Gold Coin Church.

The captain of the night watch who came to watch the battle mixed with the middle-class crowd, his sharp eagle eyes stared at the undead army "Pioneer Army" that could not stop turning into white light in the lens of the telescope, the expression on his face was suddenly enlightened and painful - —

——he finally figured out what happened to the strange situation when von Alphonse "died"! !

——No wonder von Alphonse met the Nightmare Butcher so coincidentally when he got the sealed item of Red Wall Farm!

It turned out that everything was extremely simple and clear-von Alphonse was originally Yang's man!

No, no, think about it carefully, no one has ever heard Von Alphonse himself say a word... This damn bastard is basically an undead who uses some kind of camouflage to disguise the appearance of a living person! !

The captain of the night watchman wanted to squat down and beat the ground... The night watchman branch of the dignified gold coin church was actually tricked by an undead who couldn't even communicate in words!

The captain of the night watchman was so angry that his face was grim, and the reactions of the surrounding crowd were also very clear.

The spectators who had bet on Westem before were ashen-faced, as if mourning; those who had bet on the Solari Cult were elated and even laughed harshly.

There is no other reason - the army of undead that looks scary, the combat effectiveness is too scumbag!

The undead army "Pioneer Army", which was almost the same number as the Sun Cult, wiped out most of them in less than 5 minutes.

In the spectator position in front of the platform, the Baroness was expressionless, exuding low air pressure all over her body.

That disgusting guy, Baron Marcus, started laughing wildly after he found out that the fighting power of the undead army was extremely unsightly, and the sound was so loud that it could be heard across several sheds.

Mr. Gould, the loyal butler of the Bartleth family, secretly heaved a sigh of relief... Really, how could he be frightened by such a messy and undisciplined undead army!

This group of skeletons who can't even put on a decent battle formation are inferior to the recruits of the city defense army!

Gould no longer paid attention to the Solari Cult that was chasing and killing the fleeing undead, and turned his telescope lens to the direction of the Westham camp with high spirits—he had to keep an eye on Charlie Rex, so that no one would run away Do not know at all.

Immediately, Butler Gould once again saw a scene that stunned his brain:

On the Westham position, those undead soldiers who still hadn't left the camp, not only did not show any fear of the "pioneer army" falling into the sand, but seemed to be pointing at those of the same kind who were hunted down and fled in embarrassment... ... lol?

...What kind of undead army is this called? !Could it be that these two gangs of undead are not actually the same? ?

Butler Gould was struggling to understand this strange situation, but he saw... the simple tent that had already gushed out at least [-] undeads, unexpectedly hordes of undeads gushed out again...

"The monsters here are so awesome!"

The players who hung back to the camp were pushing and getting out of the overcrowded resurrection point, while shouting: "Go up the trough and you will be killed!"

"Shouldn't you be rushing after you, which Sand Sculpture Leader is it?"

"Wagner's Sand Sculpture NPC is poisonous, and he will be sent to death when he comes up? Could this NPC be an enemy spy?"

Outside the camp, Wagner, who was about to lean over to deliver the mission, paused.

Some old players couldn't stand listening to it anymore, and sprayed on those brainless cute newcomers: "You guys are the ones who are poisonous, have you never played the monster battlefield mode or what, you don't accept missions, and don't form groups, just rush forward?"

Not everyone who is a new player has the good temper to be scolded silently, and the camp immediately resounded with civilized words...

"Stop beeping! The monsters are coming!" A player standing outside noticed that the group of cavalry monsters were rushing towards the camp, and quickly reminded them loudly.

The players who were about to roll up their sleeves for a fight saw, hey, their temper suddenly came up:

"A mere battlefield monster will block the resurrection point?!"

"Fuck them to death!!"

Those who formed a good group and those who did not, drew their weapons and rushed out...

Captain Roy suddenly saw all the undead in the enemy's position rushing out, hesitated for about half a second, and still raised his saber: "Rush in, break through the camp!"

These undead were more vulnerable than he had imagined, but the seemingly unremarkable small tent from which the undead kept coming out made Captain Roy vaguely feel uneasy; , he decided to attack first, stepping that weird tent to the ground.

I have to say that this Holy Land officer of the Church of the Sun is indeed very sharp... If his strategic goal can be achieved, he might be able to resolve the battle quickly.

But obviously, the defense line of [-] undead densely arrayed is not so easy to break through. As soon as the arrow composed of armored knights penetrated deeply into the hinterland of the undead position, the speed slowed down.

The sprint launched by the Knights can indeed easily tear apart the positions of tens of thousands of farmers, but the limited undead are only a little stronger than the strong farmers, and they are not the same as real farmers—no matter how many companions are defeated in front of their eyes. The hooves of the horses turned into white light. These undead had no fear of avoiding the battle, and they were still fearless, using weapons and even their bodies to hinder the charge of the knights.

The full armor knight's speed slowed down, and he could no longer easily kill the undead in front of him in a flash with the momentum of sprinting, so the two sides became stuck.

Captain Roy, who was commanding in the middle, didn't notice anything wrong when the knights in the front row were stuck in a stalemate with the enemy... Although the number of enemies was twice that of our own, these undead were indeed too weak, and the number was reduced extremely quickly. Captain Roy had Confidence can break through the defense line and approach the strategic destination within 10 minutes.

If so, the two sides started a fight 200 meters in front of Westham's position - to be precise, a unilateral massacre - the undead can cause the greatest damage to the full-armored sun knight, and it is the white light emitted before death; some The knight has gradually felt the glare, and he couldn't help squinting his eyes during the battle.

3 minute later... 5 minutes later... 8 minutes later...

Captain Roy, who had been observing the overall situation in the center, had a thin layer of cold sweat on his forehead.

what is going on!

Why is the number of undead not less no matter how they are killed? !

Captain Roy thought of something, grabbed the soldier's shoulders, and stood up on the saddle.

Seeing the situation behind the enemy, Captain Roy's pupils shrank...

That weird tent, which looks like some kind of weird sealed item, has been replenishing the number of undead on the battlefield!

How many undeads his knights killed here, how many undeads can come out of that tent!

Charlie Rex himself, that damn city defense traitor Wagner Pete, and the hundreds of Saukri mercenaries didn't even participate in the battle, but just stayed in the open space on one side of the camp, just like watching a play look over here!

"It's unreasonable... What kind of battle of honor is this!" Captain Roy didn't know that the word cheating should be used here, and cursed angrily, and anxiously thought about a way to break the situation—even though all the knights had enough food before the battle started. Spirituality, and skillful replacement of front-line staff from time to time to rest, but endless consumption like this is not enough!

Here, the killing efficiency of Captain Roy’s headache knights is perfectly offset by the speed of “summoning the undead” of the strange tent. On the other hand, because the resurrection point is close and there is no death penalty during the combat mission, it is very natural to adopt the corpse pile tactic. Players, the breakthrough point has been found first...

"The monsters in the first row rotate every 90 to 110 seconds, and the little boys in the second row will also rotate at the same time... There is a chance!" After observing the entropy of the battlefield for a long time, his eyes lit up, and he quickly notified on the team channel Everyone, "Walkers who have the Wind Control CD, come and gather at five o'clock, speed!"

Relying on the glorious battle achievements in the past, the players in the regiment, old or new, are still willing to listen to the words that the entropy does not increase. Many walkers who have just come out of the resurrection point did not push forward, and rushed to the designated place to meet.

Entropy does not increase. While paying attention to the situation on the battlefield, mainly to see if the knight monsters in the front row have been replaced, while paying attention to the number of walkers who have converged, and seeing that it is almost the same, he said: "Okay, listen to my command, I will count to 123, and you can count to [-]." Fully activate the wind control technique, you can drill the stomach of the horse or find a gap, find a way to pass through the first row of monsters, catch the second row of monsters, and drag as many prisoners of war back as you can!"

"No problem!" The Walker players clacked their ribs.

The gap between the cavalry is far greater than that of the infantry. Hundreds of walker players with wind control and unparalleled speed (after all, walkers are the most populous player in the player profession) are trying to pass through the enemy's first line of defense at the same time. The Yangjiao group has been fighting with all their strength for almost a minute, and there is really no way to stop all the knights in the front row...

The two knight attendants who cooperated with each other to guard the master's left and right flanks were waving their spears vigorously to check for the master's omissions one second before, and the next second, several undead passed through the gap between the master's horse's belly and the sides. , Then he grinned and grabbed them.

"what!"

The young knight servants tried to dodge in panic, but it happened that this dodge action reduced their balance. One of the servants was hugged by the undead on one arm and leg.

"Help, ah, ah—!"

Under the astonished gazes of the knight master and his companions, this unfortunate servant was dragged off his horse by three or four undead with concerted efforts, and quickly dragged into the pile of undead...