Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

Scattered and disorderly, the undead army spread out on the ground like sesame seeds blown by the wind, surging towards the Barnes coalition army camp in an indescribable and even more unpredictable mobile formation.

Players are such a loose group, even if they move to battle in a client game that can "pass through the model" and the map is not large, even if the team leader directs the whole process COS Ma Jingtao roars "come closer to me" and "hold me tight", passing two maps It will also fall behind by more than half... In this kind of "holographic game" where you can't "wear the model" and the map is infinitely large, don't expect to be able to maintain any formation.

Mingfeng is simple, give me medicine, and Yang Ying, the leader of the elite group who usually leads the elite group for a long time, never expects his own elite group to stay behind all the way when playing battlefield activities-the players who have already arrived at the front line of the battlefield cheer and go After storming the main gate of Barnes' camp, the leaders of these elite regiments began to call for their own troops to gather.

That's right, the vanguard on the regular battlefield is the elite troops, but on the player side... the first wave of rushing to die is often the group that is the most unorganized and undisciplined, and doesn't listen to commands at all during team battles.

"I'm at nine o'clock, and everyone in my regiment is here—don't lure the Faye BOSS here! Those who are being targeted by the BOSS will run away and die!"

"Those who don't want to be sent to run away by the Faye boss should take off all the good equipment. Everyone knows the tragedy of Boss Orange Cat!"

"Damn it! I lost my equipment! The brothers near the hill help me pick it up!"

"Who stepped on the horse and led the boss towards the nanny?! Want to wean you!"

"Scatter a little, disperse a little and don't form a group! The boss group will attack in seconds!"

A few minutes later, more than 400 unlucky teammates were sent away with a smile... Ahem, after paying the price of more than 400 teammates killed, the players finally exhausted the blue bar of the Faye boss in the sky, and sent the boss off.

The assembled elite regiments moved closer to each other, and the undead army, whose main combat power was combined, could also start to launch a general attack.

Barnes, who was already in a hurry at the front gate of the coalition camp, experienced a sudden increase in pressure.

Thousands of undead rushed forward, charging bravely without fear of death. The Kenyan army covered by alchemy cannons was struggling to resist, not to mention the Barnes coalition army without alchemy cannons to assist in clearing the field...

Soon, some people in the heavy infantry array piled up in front of the main entrance began to lose their strength. After struggling to chop a few undead into white light, their knees softened and they knelt down on one knee.

"The NPC here is kneeling! Kneeling!"

In the extremely chaotic charging army, several players found the kneeling heavy soldiers at the same time, jumping face-to-face and charging synchronously without saying a word.

Looting in battle... Uh, disarming, even the new test three players have already practiced it. The heavily armored soldiers who gritted their teeth barely stood up straight and raised their shields, and several of them were dirty. His bony claws had already grabbed his helmet, and he was particularly skillful at untying the buckle straps under the ears of his helmet...

For the equipment of the heavy infantry, the "utilization rate" for players is not high...the breastplate that takes off at [-] kg, the cumbersome skirt clips and shoulder pads, the arm guards and leg guards that weigh more than [-] kg per piece, etc. , Players can't use it, and often they can only be sold to NPCs for recycling.

But helmets, knee pads, wrist guards, and inner armor with heart guards are very popular among players.

Especially the helmets of the heavy infantry unit, which are relatively light and strong enough to protect the player's skull, which is easily judged to have suffered excessive damage, and the appearance is often very handsome. The premium in the player's internal market is Second to Faye's equipment...

The heavily armored soldier, who was so exhausted that he didn't even have the strength to roar, was crushed by several skeletons jumping on his body, and the lightweight armor parts such as helmets, wrist guards, knee pads, and belts were quickly looted...

"Let him go!!"

At the critical moment, the soldiers' comrades rushed over angrily, drove away the annoying undead, and rescued their comrades back to the rear.

This lucky soldier in heavy armor was temporarily freed from the fate of being captured on the spot after being stripped of all his equipment. Others were not as lucky as him; on the front of the main gate with a width of about 80 meters, several unlucky soldiers screamed and were captured on the spot. The undead worked together to drag them away.

"Damn, these bloody bastards!"

The commander of the coalition army who came to the scene to command saw this kind of creepy thing happen with his own eyes, and his teeth were bleeding from biting. He roared and asked the adjutant when the cavalry could attack.

The adjutant was dripping with cold sweat, he hurriedly turned back to the camp to urge him.

Because the undead came too fast and the attack time was midnight, the cavalry of the coalition army had just finished gathering, and most of the cavalry had not had time to put on the whole army. The team hastily attacked.

And then... no more.

This full-staffed cavalry team bit the bullet and rushed out of the camp gate and into the vast ocean of the undead army, and they were all captured within a short struggle.

The battlefield at night is really not a stage for cavalry to play...

The commander of the coalition army, who realized after a while that it was a bad idea to force the cavalry to attack, finally couldn't hold back his gums to bleed: "These despicable undead - they deliberately chose to attack at night!!"

If Rowell, who was resting peacefully in the Shiga camp at the rear, knew the anger of the coalition commander, he would probably just shake his head with regret... This is really not the case, these undead don't even care about the work and rest of the friendly army, and of course they don't care Is the enemy willing to engage them at night.

Under the tight defense of Barnes's coalition forces, it was difficult for the undead army to break through the camp gate, and the battle became stalemate for a while.

An hour later, Ms. Karina, the spellcaster accompanying the coalition army, recovered most of her spiritual power through emergency meditation, and rushed to the main entrance to release two waves of large-scale magic to clear the field, and then temporarily repelled the undead army.

"Standing on the horse, this Master Boss will also improve the attack mechanism, don't play mid-air point kills, change the clearing field!"

"Is it okay to temporarily change the difficulty of the battlefield? When can the planner be an individual!"

"Hurry up and go there, take advantage of Faye Boss just letting go of his skills, and attack another wave!"

The players who hung back to the Shijia camp at the rear rushed towards the battlefield cursing.

In less than 10 minutes, the coalition commander, who hadn't even had time to count the battle damage, saw a large group of undead rushing towards them aggressively again, so he didn't vomit blood on the spot.

The adjutant ordered to watch the scene, and the coalition commander, who was so angry that his chest hurt, rushed to the barracks where Ms. Karina was resting, sweating profusely.

"Ma'am, those undead are also dark creatures, can't your black magic work on them?"

Seeing the black mage with a pale face and cold sweat faintly visible on his forehead, the coalition commander asked eagerly, not caring about the other party's exhaustion of mental power in a short period of time.

"……I regret that."

Ms. Karina, who was slightly weak, shook her head slightly, and said: "The situation of these Tarantan undead is a bit strange. They don't look like ordinary black magic summons... I can't send them back to the demon world where they originally belonged."

All high-ranking black magicians have the ability to tear apart space barriers with bare hands and enter a dimensional demon world whose coordinates are known.

When a high-level black magician is fighting, if he can detect the familiar dimensional demonic breath from the opponent's summoned objects—including but not limited to demonic creatures, demonic plants, demonic breath, or a part of the will of a certain great demon , you can tear open the space barrier and repatriate the opponent's summoned objects.

The western part of Nabaron Continent is the parish of death gods, and there are many black mages; foreign black mages (including Yang Qiu) often don’t go to the Western Continent even if they cause trouble. There are only so many demon worlds where black magicians are active. It is very embarrassing to call a big guy out to help but be sent back face to face.

But... Although the player also belongs to Yang Qiu's summoned object, it really doesn't come from the Dimensional Demon Realm.

Karina, a traditional black mage of the Western Continent, is really helpless against the army of players who only bear the title of "dark creature"...

Without waiting for the desperate coalition commander to speak, Ms. Karina frowned and added: "In addition, it is also difficult for me to use methods such as mental interference or usurpation of control to control these weird undead... They seem to be caused by some powerful force. I have the ability to act on the material plane because of the connection between them. This level of connection is beyond my reach. I think this may be due to the fact that the nightmare butcher who summoned them has been promoted to legend, or other . . . at least for reasons unknown to me."

Using the spiritual matrix to establish contact with intelligent life in different planes, and using the undead army possessed by the intelligent life projected onto the original plane as an anchor point, this kind of coquettish operation is completely beyond the limit of the imagination of the local black magician, Karina Naturally, I couldn't think of going to this level.

The coalition commander was really desperate: "Is there no other way?!"

Ms. Karina was silent.

Tarantan's undead are indeed dark creatures. When they use those crude attack moves that are cruder than the rune magic of alchemy puppets, the overflowing black magic breath cannot deceive people.

But Tarantan's undead are indeed not conventional dark creatures, repatriation will not take effect, and the release of curse-like black magic such as mental interference and usurping will will only make them more energetic.

Only direct attack magic can kill these undead - but not completely.

The white light emitted by the undead before being killed is actually the light of the black magic summoning technique. It looks like it was killed, but in fact it was summoned to leave. This cannot be hidden from Karina, who is also a black magician.

Judging by the frequency with which these undead returned to the battlefield after being "killed and teleported"...the place where the undead were summoned to leave was probably Shiga's garrison position.

As for Shiga's garrison position, Lowell of the Prosperity Church sits in command - the undead teleportation formation personally protected by a high-ranking priest who is good at defense. Karina doesn't think she has the ability to destroy it.

Ms. Karina didn't tell the commander the truth, she was just worried that he would go crazy on the spot knowing that the undead of Tarantan could not be killed.

After a moment of silence, Ms. Karina said calmly: "This war is difficult to continue, General. Next, I will use potions to forcibly restore my mental strength to its peak and provide you with a post-mortem. It will take about two hours ...Please also try to resist the undead attack as much as possible before then, and make preparations for evacuation."

The coalition commander's eyes widened.

"If I get captured by mistake... I don't think it will endanger my life, so you don't have to worry about me." Ms. Karina said.

Spellcasters are hired to participate in the war. If they are unfortunately defeated, they usually do not suffer bad treatment. At most, they are required to provide several years of service in exchange for their own freedom. When the Odis family defeated Lionel's army, the peace talks included One is to borrow spell casters from other people's homes.

After all, the lower limit of the caster group can still be guaranteed... Even if the caster is semi-forced to serve their own forces, even if the other party will not be particularly careful, they will not deliberately do bad things.

The coalition commander sighed dejectedly, put his hands on his chest, formally bowed to the spellcaster lady in front of him, turned around and strode away.

When the sky was slightly bright, Brother Lowell, who had a good night's dream, woke up naturally.

Stretching to get up, Brother Lowell took a look at the sky, took off the cotton balls in his ears, yawned and got out of bed to wash, changed his nightgown, put on straw sandals, and walked out of the barracks energetically.

In order to protect the teleportation tent nearby, the barracks where Brother Lowell lives is very close to the gate of the camp, and he can see the situation outside the camp as soon as he comes out.

When Brother Lowell saw the situation outside the camp, the undead outside the camp would naturally be able to see him too.

These undead, who were sitting lazily on the ground leaning against the wall, or lying helplessly on the camp gate, became very excited when they saw Rowell, jumping and screaming, countless dirty bags The bone claw frantically pointed in the direction of Rowell.

Rowell: "..."

...Although he hasn't worn the badge yet, all he can hear in his ears is the dense "KABAKABA" sound bursting out; but just looking at the reactions of these undead, he can also instinctively guess that the mouths of these guys pointing at him What comes out of it is by no means a good word.

Looking at the back of the undead again, the large piles of captives can still be seen in the corners that are covered by most of them - Rowell instantly doesn't mind how cheap these undead are.