Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

"Xiu, monk—?!"

Terrified, the garrison guard pointed his trembling fingers at the undead fighting in front of the camp.

Even Lich Enwei, who was sitting side by side with Rowell, stood up in shock, with an extra arm-length staff in his hand, and looked at Rowell in surprise.

Brother Lowell sat still.

Seeing the fierce reaction of the guard and Enwei, Rowell raised his hand and pressed it down expressionlessly, and said calmly: "Don't worry, they will continue to fight after they decide the winner."

Garrison officer: "??"

Lich Enwei asked in puzzlement, "What do you mean?"

"It means literally." Brother Lowell remained expressionless, "They're just... well, they're just engaging in internal competition for a certain purpose."

The garrison officer held his head with his hands, and there were big question marks on his small head.

Enwei was silent for a while, and took out the rhododendron badge placed in the space props.

As soon as he got the badge in his hands, the chaotic and noisy shouts and curses of countless people exploded in Envi's ears at once.

"The one who stepped on the horse made you want to eat alone! Let me die!"

"Stop talking nonsense, don't you understand what comes first!"

"The phantom spirit is empty of blood! Make up one knife! One knife!"

"Call Datuan back quickly, I can't stand it anymore!"

"Press back and forth, don't let them teleport people over!"

"Give me a sip! Faye loves me!"

"Scatter! Spread quickly! Don't pile up together and take damage!"

Enwei, whose eardrums ached from the chaotic and boiling voices, quickly put the Rhododendron badge into the space prop, pressed his fingers vigorously on his forehead a few times before he regained his composure.

Paying the price of the buzzing in the forehead, it can be confirmed that these aliens entrusted to the skeletons are not affected by some kind of chaos, but indeed, as the monk said, there is some kind of incomprehensible competitive relationship among them... …

Looking at Brother Lowell, who was wearing a badge all the time and sitting still like a mountain, Enwei couldn't help being a little convinced... As expected of an ascetic monk, resistance is strong.

Enwei, who sat down again, looked at the undead fighting in front of the camp with the same calmness as Rowell, continuing to fight each other, fighting, fighting...

Unable to tell the difference between these undead who attacked each other, Enwei gradually felt dizzy.

"The undead who died in battle can be resurrected directly in the tent. Both of them are immortal. What's the point of this... this kind of battle?" Enwei pressed his forehead vigorously again.

Brother Rowell remained silent.

He has known the undead of Tarantan not for a short time... But he really dare not say how much he knows these undead, at least he can't answer Enwei's question - these undead do many meaningless things gone!

Under the collective silent gaze of the aborigines, the two sides of the undead fighting each other (although the aborigines really couldn't tell which undead belonged to which side) the scale of the fighting gradually shrank until it completely subsided.

The victorious undead did not show the joy of victory, but kept cursing.

During the battle, the resurrection tents kept coming out of the undead, and the number was increasing, no less than what everyone had seen before, once again blocking the front of the Shijia camp.

Enwei approached Rowell: "Is this over?"

"It's still early." Rowell said calmly in a tone that made people feel distressed.

Envi: "..."

"The current batch of undead is not the same as the previous batch." Rowell added an explanation.

Envi: "..."

When Ming Feng was honest and simple, he had already called over all the player teams & casual players who were related to his blood alliance or who were relatively close.

When Qin Guan started calling for people, the players who were called realized that they were excluded from the battlefield group of Brother Lahong Blood Alliance—no matter how close or close they were with Brother Lahong, Mingfeng Chunpu and others before, they would definitely be annoyed of.

So Qin Guan vigorously pulled people to form a large group, but he didn't let out the slightest word to come to the blood alliance of Brother Hong...

When Mingfeng Chunpu finally received the news, Qin Guan's big group had already activated the teleportation point, sending them over to slaughter their elite group guarding the point.

"Fuck, are these guys so fast?!"

Mingfeng Chunpu hurriedly called the frontline players to retreat, and first looked at the back of his own house that was on fire.

At the Barnes coalition camp, the soldiers of the Barnes coalition, who had been harassed by tens of thousands of undead for more than two hours, watched in bewilderment as the undead army that had rushed to their camp receded like a tide.

When the large group of Brother Lahong retreated to the rear, the front of the friendly NPC camp had been covered by green names, and the blue names (group members) could not see a few—not that they were wiped out, but that they were asked to go offline by Mingfeng Chunpu to avoid Lost, after all, if you die repeatedly, the probability of dropping equipment will also increase.

"You guys, you actually pulled so many people over here, and you're not afraid that you won't get enough points!" Brother Lahong cursed painfully, and took the lead in charging with his weapon, "Press them all up, and let me see that your IDs are covered!" past!"

Seeing the return of the opponent's large group, Qin Guan also shouted: "Attention! The enemy is coming!"

In the Shiga garrison, the local garrison & the apologist cavalry regiment once again watched in a daze as the two undead armies with an astonishing scale and no end in sight charged each other...

Because the number of people on both sides reached the level of ten thousand, the scale of the gang fights was quite astonishing. Standing on the highest point of the Taplin Heights and looking down, all you could see were the skeletons who were either catching each other or fighting in groups, and you couldn't see the surface. , and there is no end to the war in sight.

The undead killed in the melee will rush out of the nearby resurrection tent in the next instant and return to the battlefield...

Brother Lowell took off the azalea badge silently and stood up, turned his head to look at Joyce Andre, the garrison officer and head of the apologists: "Let's prepare dinner first, the undead may not be able to finish fighting for a while. .”

The two Shiga officers of different systems were stunned for a while before taking orders belatedly.

At five o'clock in the afternoon of the foreign world time, and ten o'clock in the evening of the earth's time, in the Shiga garrison camp in the Tapling Heights, there was smoke from cooking.

The undead are still in the melee.

At 05:30 p.m., the local garrison and apologists began to eat in batches.

The undead are still in the melee.

At [-] p.m. in the foreign world, the local garrison and apologists finished their meal and began to arrange night sentry.

The undead are still in the melee.

It was seven o'clock in the afternoon in another world, and the sun was setting to the west.

The soldiers in the garrison maintained their armor, and the apologists fed their horses. When they occasionally looked outside the camp, they could still see undead rushing past the camp, and some even fought each other before rushing back to the battle circle. stand up.

"They really don't know what it means to be tired?" A garrison soldier sighed.

"That's not it." An apologist said numbly.

"The undead civil war in Tarantan can be so protracted and tireless... No wonder it is difficult for the conventional army to compete with them." The garrison soldiers sighed again.

"That's not it." The apologist said numbly.

At [-]:[-] p.m. in another world, the number of undead troops fighting in front of the Shijia garrison camp began to decrease slowly.

Some players are tired of playing, and after returning to the resurrection point, they directly find an excuse to leave the group, teleport away, and go to another map to play; Wait for the zero refresh time.

At [-]:[-] p.m. in another world time, after several hours of continuous team battles, most of the light players who couldn't stand this kind of boring battle with high intensity and no money to share had left, leaving only thousands of heavy players still struggling to support.

Although the number of people on both sides has shrunk by more than half, neither side intends to take a step back. While repeatedly fighting offensive and defensive battles around the shared resurrection point tent, chatter is flying everywhere.

"Although my ID is called Xiangtian Ruanmei, I'm not a girl. Don't try to set fire to me. If you set fire to me, I won't get offline!"

"That sand sculpture has a glass heart, let's set fire to him!"

"If it's a man, let's revive the corpse and fight for another [-] rounds!"

"Ah Feng! Don't force yourself! Hurry up and admit defeat! Come to us as a wife, handsome guys and beautiful women are up to you! If you like homosexuals, we also have strong men!"

"Gays add me, I'm a plush boy!"

"Gay set fire on me, my big vanilla pudding!"

"The gays are messing with whoever they are, let the gays come at me!"

... Rowell, who just took out the badge and wanted to confirm that the group of undead had fought enough, twitched his mouth, and then stuffed the badge back into the space bracelet.

At [-]:[-] p.m. in another world time, serious players such as Mingfeng, Indulging in Learning, Phantom, Pulling Your Leg Hair, Miaobi Shenghua, Qin Guan, Give Me Medicine, Yang Ying, etc. who have exhausted their online time were forced by the system one after another. Kicking off the assembly line, the large groups of players on both sides seriously lacked on-the-spot command, and finally they couldn't fight anymore.

Brother Lahong, who still has a long online time, does not increase his entropy, so he has to sit down and discuss cooperation.

This kind of battlefield activities that can be grouped to participate in the front-end is very difficult to monopolize, and the players on both sides are well aware of this; but there are so many monsters on the battlefield, and such humanoid monsters will not be refreshed after being wiped out. We can only wait for the next battlefield event. Competition is inevitable, and no one is willing to hand over the benefits to others.

"It really doesn't make sense to continue the fight. Why don't we merge?" Entropy Buzhang said, "The two of us can return to the previous distribution, and the captives and dropped treasures will be auctioned for a share of the money, and everyone will not suffer."

"In order to ensure that everyone has money points, I don't think we need to call people from the outside. The people who are still in their respective groups now add up to enough. We can wait until the game time is refreshed at midnight before starting the war, Brother Lahong what do you say?"

Fighting until the game time runs out and being kicked offline will not leave the group, and those who leave the big group will leave the group and run away.

Brother Lahong himself was also a little angry at those people who came here to hang out when they had benefits, and ran away when they fought, and immediately said: "Okay. Then I'll be ugly. When the money is divided at the auction, our two groups are only counting now. The people in the regiment, the people added later are not counted.”

Entropy does not increase and nods readily: "Why don't you and I take a screenshot of the team panel now, go back and clear the monsters on this battlefield map, and check it again when the money is distributed, and there will be no mistakes."

Brother Lahong and Qin Guan looked down on each other, and they really hated giving me medicine. They didn't have any hatred value with this girl who didn't increase the entropy.

After merging the big groups, the players who had been fighting among themselves for several hours were disbanded for the time being, and went about their delayed private affairs.

In the early hours of the earth time, the players in the group who had agreed to gather went online one after another.