It's no wonder that when they snatched the treasure chest, they didn't see them at all, and they all went to their side of the resource.

However, the distance between the resources of the two sides is too far, and it is impossible for the machine age to carry away the resources without any obstacle on their side.

Even if they are occupied, they are the closest to the camp here, and 10,000 players will soon be able to fight back and take things back one by one, and then the mechanical age will be empty?

All the resources in hand have to be spit out obediently.

Uncle Slime doesn't believe that all of the Nord Stream gang have come to their side, and now they have just been resurrected, they are still carrying, and there must be a boss on the way.

"Call back, call me all back. Take back the lost resources!" Uncle Slime was furious, and if the ore in his hand wasn't an extremely important item, he would have thrown it out of anger.

The moment the ore is submitted to an NPC, the system announces that their Magic Tower has been upgraded to Level 2. Uncle Slime couldn't wait to take people to intercept the mechanical age ore moving team, but when he arrived, where was there any figure in the resource land?

The entire mine was empty.

At this time, the other teams scattered sent him messages one after another.

Uninhabited.

No one?!

Uncle Slime was stunned for a moment, how could there be no one?

"They didn't touch the resources in the president. ”

Every mine or granary contains a number of ores and grains. Once the player has finished carrying it, it will not refresh until 10 minutes.

During the transfer, the quantity will be reduced all the time and will not be refreshed. After it has been fully moved, the timer will start and wait for the refresh.

In other words, if there is still an ore or a bag of grain in the resource land that has not been removed, the resource will not be refreshed.

Therefore, they only need to look at the amount of ore left to know if the people of the mechanical age have touched the area.

That's right, too.

Uncle Slime thought. It takes five minutes to empty a resource and concentrate manpower for 10,000 people.

Before the Machine Age, they scattered their numbers to occupy their resource land, and the lack of concentration of power, coupled with the fact that this area was near their camp and could come very quickly after resurrection, those people simply did not have enough time to carry the abundant resources in the vicinity.

Isn't this group of people doing this too much?

Is it just to disrupt their plans?

"President, what now?"

Although they had planned everything before they started, the plan was not perfect, so the mechanical age completely shattered their plans.

This guild tournament is new, and it is the first time they have participated in it, and some of the experience has only been gained from the guilds they have participated in. But come to think of it, those guilds are not experienced, and what they give is only a rough and superficial visual description.

Many guilds don't know how to play.

There is no way to form an atmosphere of participating in the game, only knowing the old-fashioned transportation resources and upgrading the magic tower.

Uncle Slime's head is also a mess. What else can I do?

Hit back?

They have this ability? The magic tower is only level two, there is no equipment, no attack, and there is no advantage in fighting others. What else can you do now besides handling upgrades?

It's not that he doesn't want to, but he thinks twice about his conservative style of play.

"Grab the nearby resources back first, everyone speed up the speed of transporting resources, and wait for the fifth level of the magic tower to kill it. ”

"Yes. ”

After being occupied by the mechanical age, there will be a guardian monster that guards resources.,The level is about one hundred and forty.,The amount of blood is very thick.,But it's easy to break the defense.。 However, for players who don't have equipment and damage in the early stage, it is impossible to kill them in a minute.

That monster also has skills, and it's still range. This means that if the player can't cooperate, some players will be able to die under the monster attack.

It takes up to five minutes to reclaim the resource land, and at least it depends on the cooperation of the guild players and their skills.

The slime had the five resource lands uncaptured mined, and then divided into small teams to reclaim the captured resources.

It was all arranged, and two minutes had been wasted to get started.

Just as the slime was about to take the team to the mines, the system had another success.

Ding, congratulations to the Mechanic Age Magic Defense Tower for being promoted to Level 3.

Uncle Slime's foot slipped and he almost fell into the air, but fortunately, the person next to him pulled him back in time.

"How is it so fast??"

Uncle Slime grimaced at their suspicious voices, and he also wanted to know what the other party had done to make the magic tower upgrade so quickly.

The experience required for the early magic tower is still very large, and at least one mine must be emptied to reach level 3. The Machine Age was still ambushing them two or three minutes ago, and then taking over their resources.

As a result, it was only to occupy and not continue to defend, and to leave directly. No matter how many people they came during this period, at least the manpower was dispersed.

Move a mine in three minutes??

It's simply impossible!

Uncle Slime didn't believe it, so he could only hurry up and urge the guild people to speed up.

Two minutes.

Uncle Slime and their guild's magic tower has also been upgraded to three levels, and this period has been very smooth, and they don't see people from the mechanical age to make trouble, and their magic tower level has also caught up with each other, which is not easy.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and the system prompt rang in my ears.

Ding, congratulations to the Mechanic Age Magic Defense Tower for being promoted to level 4.

Uncle Slime was stunned.

And their magic tower has only just been upgraded by three levels. Obviously, they grabbed the treasure chest in the early stage, and they should have pulled out of the mechanical age, but why was the mechanical age one level higher than them?

The more he thought about it, the more wrong it became.

The resources near both factions are the same, and the experience provided to the tower is the same. Basically, in the previous week's guild matches, players slowly pulled out the distance after a mid-game battle, and finally decided the winner.

In the first five minutes, everyone's development should be the same, and then the treasure chest is brushed out, and whoever can seize the opportunity will have the advantage. But this advantage can also be compensated for in other ways. But under normal circumstances, once the advantage is pulled away and there is no excellent countermeasure to deal with it, it is destined to have no later stage to speak of.

A thought drifted through me.

Uncle Slime frowned, and suddenly felt as if his head was about to explode, and his heart was also filled with anger and chagrin. He had forgotten to send someone to look at the most remote resource on this side of their camp.

That's exactly what gave people in the mechanical age a chance.

Wrong.

Uncle Slime opened the map, and five minutes later, the treasure chest was already counting down to refresh, and the resources of their camp on the map had begun to occupy them one by one.

He finally realized that something was wrong. Why did the Machine Age occupy their area but not defend it, why did the number of granaries in those mines not change at all, even though they could have moved a little resource?

It's just that they're stalling for time to keep the guild's attention focused on reclaiming the nearest resource area, as for the remote and small areas, they don't have time to care about it at the moment.

The number of those small resource areas may only be half of the nearby resources, but as long as one person in the mechanical age moves one piece back, one piece is equivalent to the person in his guild who moves four pieces.

How stupid he didn't find out until now!

Uncle Slime blushed and asked people to hurry up to inspect the situation. Unsurprisingly, the most remote and overlooked corner of the map has been emptied.

Meanwhile.

The chests were refreshed and everyone received the coordinates location.

Uncle Slime knows that they can't sit still any longer, the other side is already one level ahead, and if this treasure chest falls into the hands of the Machine Age, this game will have no chance of winning.

Although the late game is the general trend of guild games, there will still be exceptions.

The Machine Age is a method that other guilds hesitate to do this time, or have tried but not succeeded.

Uncle Slime doesn't care how many resources have been snatched by the people of the Machine Age, and only by grabbing the treasure chest can he have a head start! If he is lucky and there is a crystal mine, it will be a direct level.

Five levels ahead of the Machine Age, they may be able to stalemate until the middle of the game to see the winner.

Having made up his mind, Uncle Slime hurried to the treasure chest with 5,000 men. Maybe it's Lady Luck who cares, and the location of the treasure chest is very close to their camp.

Chests are spawned randomly every five minutes, so sometimes they may be directly in one faction, which is a piece of luck that no one can control.

Seeing the treasure chest close at hand, Uncle Slime seemed to see victory, his eyes were red, and he strode forward, and the rear members voluntarily surrounded him in the middle.

The period counts for five seconds.

The people of the mechanical age have not appeared for a long time, and Uncle Slime is suddenly panicked, do these people really not care about this treasure chest?

When he got the thing in his hand, he couldn't help but shake his head, as if he was in a dream, so unrealistic.

"Go, go... Get back. He found that even if he held the crystal mine in his hand, it could not make his mood brighter, but became heavier and heavier.

He couldn't guess what the people of the mechanical age wanted to do.

If you don't grab the treasure chest, is it so confident that you can take the lead just by carrying resources?

He was unwilling.

He wanted to prove the stupidity of the mechanical age, so he quickened his pace and clenched the ore in his hand. As long as it is sent to the NPC immediately, the opponent is level four, and they are close to level five.

Let's see if this group of people still has the courage to carry resources here!

Back in the hinterland of the camp, Uncle Slime had already divided 5,000 people into various resource areas, and he ran alone with the ore in the direction of the high ground.

Sure enough, the president was right, and most people felt that as long as they returned to their camp, even if they were still in the resource area, they would be safe. ”

Yijian looked at Uncle Slime's hurried back, and the corners of his mouth twitched with mockery.

Hongjiao clenched the dagger, and a stealth had quietly pursued it.

In a hurry to run, even the game was a little tired, but seeing that there were still a few steps back to the high ground, Uncle Slime's mood gradually brightened, and his breathing gradually slowed down.

When he was about to step into it, his mood was the most relaxed. At this time, the prey has no defense, and it is best to kill.

"Poof~"

The dagger sank into his chest, and Uncle Slime's eyes shrank, his face filled with disbelief. And Qi found that he could still move, and the opponent's attack didn't kill him in seconds, and he could still fight back.

But in the next second, the dagger slashed through his neck, shattering his fantasy in an instant.

At the moment of resurrection, he heard the person behind him say disapprerovingly: "This crystal ore is not big, it doesn't seem to have any effect." ”

A mouthful of old blood floated in the void.

Ding, congratulations to the Mechanical Age Magic Defense Tower for being promoted to level 5.

Ding, congratulations to the Mechanic Age Magic Defense Tower for being upgraded to level six.

Uncle Slime walked out of the resurrection circle with a black face.

The players next to them were surprised to see it, and finally learned that they had been calculated.

Before the chests were opened, the Mechanic-Age Rogue players had sneaked into the heart of the hinterland, ambushing them on their only way back to the highlands, returning with loot.

was thrown off two levels in an instant, and the people of the mechanical age estimated that they already had a weapon with attack damage in their hands at this time.

distance, directly pulled away.

Uncle Slime had to admit that the other party was very good at playing. Before anyone else could figure out if it worked, they were already trying, and they had successful examples.

Already two levels ahead.

Uncle Slime told the guild people to do nothing but move resources. Maybe he'd already thought about what the Machine Age was going to do next, but could they stop it?

The fan rushed directly into their resource area with 2,000 players, and sent them back to life for free without saying a word.

The other party is not only ahead in the level of the magic tower, but also above them in terms of equipment, skills, and combat power.

Even if there are more people than the other side, it will not help.

This battle is fought with them, not to mention any exciting highlights, it is completely unilaterally crushed.

Three minutes later, the mechanical age crowd directly pressed on their high ground, and those people had no economy, and half of them had not even taken good weapons.

That's the end of the game.

The Age of Machines played a good hand, using their advantage early on, disrupting their minds at their own expense and occupying an enemy area to concentrate on development.

However, these methods will only succeed because the people of the Slime Hall are unprepared.

In the future, this style of play will not be used in the mechanical era.

The mechanical age is bound not to lose.

Players didn't look surprised when they learned of their victory, but after hearing about their playing style, many guilds followed suit, and although they didn't win all, they won more than they lost. So much so that many guilds in the back have used this kind of play, but they gradually can't play the amazing feeling of the mechanical age.

Once the method is used badly, there is no surprise meaning.

The next match was four days later, and the opponent of the match was St. Fran's first-level guild [Heavenly Gift]. The first-level guild is not much different from the mechanical age.

There may be a difference in technology, but there may not be much advantage in average grade.

Nord Stream doesn't like unsure hubris, it's actually brainless. Really speaking, in the absence of this kind of competition that does not pay attention to equipment suppression, the arrogance of the past should actually be reined in.

Until the last moment, no one will know which side will be the winner.

While waiting for their next match to begin, the other Grand Guilds also won their respective matches.

Once players quickly adapt to the map, guild matches become a battle of strategy for players.