Lynch, 'War Frame' Warband Third Echelon Sequence, Twenty-second Regiment, Human Demoman, west side of the town of Orsh.

A rifle butt smashed into the back of the Bone Lich's head, and Lynch and his team members at the back of the line never dreamed that they would go behind the Bone Lich and its bed crossbow position, and the sixteen people in the two squads who could still move decided to throw a few silver-seeping Forbidden Demon Grenades - an artificially created forbidden area that could prevent any mortal from casting spells, unless someone was possessed by divinity.

So a grenade was fired, and then Lynch rushed forward first, first with a single shot, most of the ribs and the soul stone in the chest of the white bone lich closest to him were blown away, and then rushed up and gave the other white bone lich a rifle butt, and the butt of the shotgun directly smashed the guy's skull.

Then more than a dozen players directly cleared the bed crossbow position, two of them also sat on the bed crossbow and began to turn to the undead position near the flat shot, Lynch took out a fireworks flare from his arms and fired it into the sky, so the players who were hiding behind the ruins, or squatting in the tunnel, or simply lying on the ground broke out into cheers, and they should work together to take down this front directly.

"Well done, the more big men like you, the better. A steppe elf commander smiled at Lynch and gave a chest stroke, "I wonder if I know your last name." ”

"Lynch, Lynch Mograini, if you don't dislike it, you can call me 'Doug Faith,' and people prefer to call me that. ”

"All right, Mr. Doug Faith. We now need an ally that can operate with us and accompany us on our way to defeat the undead commander in the middle of town. The steppe elf said as he patted the shotgun in his hand, "How is it?" Would you like to walk with us once? ”

"I don't think your team should have a problem defeating that commander, after all, you're either a paladin or a priest, and the rest are mages and ranger hunters. Lynch glanced at the steppe elves, and with the number and occupation of these little ones, the commander in the center of town and his guards were not enough to kill, judging by the situation of last week.

"I've heard a close friend of the Kitten People say that if our later players can do their best to restore the progress of the First Open Era Battlefield Dungeon. You'll get more experience and rewards, and maybe even open a new copy of Echo of the Past like that Mister Marceau. The steppe elf commander explained.

Let's be honest. Lynch was a little moved, as the opener of the Echo series of copies in the past, the achievements and experiences obtained by the kitten named Marceau made many people envious and jealous, and Lynch was sure that he did not have the latter two thoughts. But to say that there is no first ...... Even I wouldn't believe this kind of nonsense.

"That's fine. We can try how many people you want. Lynch asked.

"Not much, about thirty big men, my side is the 'Aoshi Fang Liberator' under the 'Aoi Guardian' warband. As she said this, the steppe elf reached out and beckoned her subordinate, who immediately took out a map and spread it on the ground.

"We are in this position now, and if we follow the style of play in the first open era, the predecessors of the 'Olsh Fang Libertadores' of that year met a team of about thirty big players in our current position. Together, they made it to the center of town and defeated the Undead Commander. ”

Lynch simply knelt down on one leg in front of the map to confirm the route of this little steppe elf guy: "I want to ask our regiment leader." ”

"No problem. But this thing had better be done quickly. ”

"No problem. ”

After Lynch finished speaking, he turned around and began to call the heralds in his battle group, and soon a young man ran in front of him: "Captain Lynch of the second squadron, is there something wrong?" ”

"Little one, can you contact the head of our regiment. Lynch took a sip of the kettle from his waist while looking at the childish teenager.

"I'm afraid not, Captain Doug Faith, the commander of our regiment died on the way into the town, and the acting commander of the 21st regiment, Elder Xiao, has also been confirmed to be killed in battle, so if I am not mistaken, you should be the only surviving squadron commander of the 21st and 22nd regiments. The little guy in Lynch's eyes gave such an answer.

Faced with such an answer, Lynch shook his head helplessly: "Hell, who is my adjutant." ”

"You'd better pick one yourself. ”

“…… Okay, you go find a random commander of our regiment, ask him to gather his team, and then advance towards the center of the town, my side will cooperate with the friendly forces to attack the center of the town first, if you are lucky, our 'War Framework' third tier will also get the opening honor of the Echo Battle of the past. ”

"Alright, Commander, I'll go find one here. This kid was also lacking in heart, and Lynch, who watched him run away with a smile, put away the kettle in his hand and walked to his direct team.

"Guys, I've found you a new place to play, and I want to know what it is. Standing in front of the members of his team, looking at these sitting or standing team members, Lynch pointed to the team member who was sitting on the 'throne' composed of sandbags with the head of a black warrior in his arms: "Paro, close your live channel, everyone is not watching the live broadcast online to see you holding the head of the undead." ”

"Please, Doug Faith, what are we licking blood on the tip of the knife for, isn't it just to be handsome. Although Paro said this, he still let go of his hand very cooperatively: "Oh, my poor new friend, my captain hates you a little." ”

Lynch smiled: "Okay, everyone, it seems that we have encountered an opportunity, those steppe elves of the 'Aoshi Fang Liberators' war group under the 'Aoi Guardians' have invited us to reenact the battle to liberate the town, we must gather more than thirty people, accompany them into the center of the town, and kill the undead commander." ”

"Oh, let's be honest, if I were given a high-precision long-barreled musket, a custom-made inscribed heavy bullet, and a small mound, I would be able to punch a nice hole in the front of that bastard undead commander's skull outside town, and then decorate the pieces of his soul stone and the back of his head into a flying landscape. The dwarf sitting on top of the sandbag next to Paro shouted, "Just one shot!"

"Alright, Lao Luo, don't brag. Lynch laughed and interrupted the dwarf's bragging, "Okay, I've decided to follow the steppe elves to see the world, you guys." ”

"Please, Doug Faith, we're a melon on a vine, and no one can run. The priest in the squad replied with a smile.

"Okay, you call the others over, and see that no one in our squadron is willing to join this extra battle, tell them, it's dangerous, if you want to participate, come with you, and I'll talk to the steppe elf commander again." ”

"No problem, Paro, let's go find someone,"

Leaving the work to the team, Lynch returned to the steppe elf commander, who was obviously watching him the whole time, so he smiled and nodded, "Looks like you've decided to fight anyway." ”

"That's right, so for the sake of us helping with our heads, can I know your name, at least for the rest of the battle, I don't want to have a problem because I can't call your name. Lynch replied.

"Hasta Tozers, you can call me Hasta, big man Mr. Lynch, but my father was a Tyre, but I was more like my mother Garol. The steppe elf smiled and held out his hand: "Shake hands." ”

"Of course, it's a pleasure to work with. (To be continued......)