Chapter 430: Open Struggle and Secret Battle
"Prevent anyone from approaching the barracks, and if necessary, without restricting the use of force."
The Hermitage made such a stir under the elven barracks that those who remained on the surface would not react until they were all dead.
At this moment, a strong man with a scar on his face drew his saber, first ordered the others present to block the traffic, and then he turned to the group of professionals in different costumes behind him, and greeted:
"A few of you, come down with me to support His Majesty the King."
Professionals in the New World are as rare as the industry elites in the Old World, and although people know their value and seem to be able to perceive their influence on society as a whole, there is a high probability that they will never have the opportunity to deal with a real boss in their lifetime. For example, someone may be swiping Taobao every day, does Jack Ma know who your brother is?
Whether it was out of subjective will or being driven to the shelves, over the years of traveling to the New World, Luo Zhengdao has carried the banner of the human resistance camp, and has won the universal respect of human forces while enduring the tremendous pressure from the Second Goblin Empire. The more difficult the leader is, the easier it is to gain the trust and admiration of the members of the organization, and under the different choices of inheriting the authority of his predecessors and working hard to create a world, those who have proved their ability and belief with practical actions can accept praise with peace of mind.
Over the years, human professionals from all over the world have made joining Will Needham their first choice, and the prestige of the leader's camp is reflected in this.
After years of careful selection and rigorous screening, a handful of outstanding individuals with commendable ability and loyalty stood out, and they were qualified to follow Luo Zhengdao on such extremely difficult and dangerous missions, and these professionals were all the top elite talents.
It is not easy to become a professional in the new world, except for good luck and a good background. Acquired education and training, as well as personal efforts and innate aptitude are also important considerations. The naΓ―ve idea that you will be able to get out of a generation of strong people by taking drugs is only suitable for playing domestic brainless online games and money games, and you can be a RMB warrior.
Realizing that the situation was inconsistent with the earlier judgment, the retinue waiting for the safe return of His Majesty the King had to give up following the instructions, and the strength of the monastic was obvious to all. There was no doubt that they confessed that the king they served was indeed strong, even better than all those present, but no one dared to guarantee that he would not capsize in the gutter. If you want to save the troubled King Will Needham, the number of people is secondary, and the key is to have a strong enough quality to complete this difficult task that is tantamount to extracting a tooth from a tiger's mouth.
More than forty professionals have already been able to try to farm advanced dungeons such as temple ruins, and under the cover of the fire of their companions who stayed on the ground, they immediately began to stride towards the underground mines, a heavy sense of mission weighed on their hearts, everyone looked solemn, and their mood was really not relaxed!
No one could afford to lose the king's majesty, whether for their own sake or for the entire human race, so this group of professionals set out with the consciousness of not sparing any cost. Although their strength is not weak, they are not inferior to the opponents they are about to challenge, and they do not have enough awareness and courage to summon up the courage to rush to the extremely sinister dark underground world at such a critical juncture.
"Bomb dropping!"
"Boom Boom Boom Boom ......"
Fighting in the cramped and irregular underground mines, the direct fire of weapons is like a tiger falling in Pingyang, whether it is a cannon or a rifle, it is not easy to play a performance advantage, but it is a hand. Grenades and cluster explosives became first-class killing weapons, and with these explosives to repel their opponents along the way, this small team of human professionals finally broke through to the area that had separated from Luo Zhengdao earlier.
"Have you found your majesty?"
The leader of the scar-faced man held a knife in one hand, and in the other hand he held a bundle of rod-shaped explosives containing a fuse for pulling the fuse, and the people gathered around shook their heads in unison, and a ranger wiped his sweat and said:
"The Retreat guys are also looking for something, it seems that His Majesty is still safe."
Hearing this, Scarface nodded, and loudly encouraged his companions:
"No news is good news now, let's continue to rush forward, we must rescue His Majesty."
"Woo Woo ......"
The rapid sound of firearms firing like bursting beans was inconspicuous in the surrounding explosion-ridden combat environment, and these standard weapons were not at all the same level of effectiveness in the hands of ordinary people in the hands of professionals who could use long-range weapons.
It is technically not difficult for a professional to switch to a firearm as his primary weapon, and the harsh conditions and conditions required to train a good archer are far more perverted than to train a soldier with firearms. In the past few years, due to the uneven quality of firearms, a small number of professionals who have tried and replaced firearms have not shown much superiority, and in the eyes of others, they have become synonymous with non-mainstream. This situation continued until Luo Zhengdao began to concentrate on climbing the production capacity of science and technology, and well-designed and well-made firearms and other weapons were tried by professionals to replace long-range weapons such as bows and crossbows, and now in the cruel actual combat environment, these firearms reflect their own value.
In terms of lethality, rate of fire, range, and ammunition carrying that is crucial in long-term battles, the new firearms are several times stronger than traditional bow and crossbow weapons, and if they don't have this advantage, this small elite squad will probably be swallowed up by the crazy hermitage.
The familiar sound of gunfire attracted Luo Zhengdao, who was hiding in Tibet, from the dark mine, and found that it was his own people who came down to reinforce, not a trap arranged by the hermitage, the werewolf Luo Zhengdao turned over lightly and jumped down from the darkness at the top of the alley, he asked:
"Why did you come down?"
Scarface, who had already received another emergency from his companion on the ground, eagerly grabbed Luo Zhengdao and urged:
"Your Majesty, please hurry up and leave here with us, the elven army is besieging the barracks."
Hearing this, Luo Zhengdao's wolf face showed a sneer, and said:
"Oh, did they really collude?"
Without waiting for his subordinates to say anything, there was not much room for embarrassment and emotion at the moment, the werewolf Luo Zhengdao nodded briefly and said:
"Let's go back to the ground first, where the operating environment is not good for us."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The elven barracks in the surface world had become a fierce battleground, and the humans controlling the barracks and the elven armies outside forming an encirclement were inextricably fighting, and the guns and cannons on both sides were firing and rockets were flying, and the battle scene was so enthusiastic that the elven governor who rushed to hear the news couldn't pretend to be deaf and dumb anymore. At this moment, his mood was entangled with horror and anger, and the taste was so complicated that it seemed to have knocked over a five-flavor bottle.
The hermit does have a relationship with the elven governor, but the cooperation between the two sides is not very close, but it is by no means as simple as a temporary hook-up.
It is well known that the Land of Demonic Whispers produces a variety of rare resources for magic, and their value and importance are comparable to those of the Middle East oil fields of the Old World. Firmly believe that the moral cultivation level of public officials is higher than that of ordinary people, and can maintain a noble ethics that resists corruption in the face of all kinds of sugar-coated shells such as money and beautiful women, and never uses the power in their hands for personal gain, this kind of is only believed by idiots.
The Elven Governor had the source of scarce materials in his hands, and the Hermitage Society, as a secret magical society, urgently needed these resources, so it was a good match, with a transaction amount of more than one million gold coins per year, and the corresponding huge profits were enough to make the Elven Governor forget about his scruples and risks.
In the name of mining a scarce resource alone, the retreat had obtained the understanding and cooperation of the elven governor in advance, until today he heard that the visiting human mission had seized the barracks, and there was a fierce battle with unknown people in the pit below the barracks. The elven governor who got the news and rushed to the scene learned the ins and outs of the whole thing, and if he didn't know that he had pitted the hermitage in the monastery, then he would have a head on his shoulder, and the biggest problem that plagued the governor now was how to deal with the aftermath of this matter!
If the situation is not tight, how to escape responsibility after the fact, this matter is the most important thing. Those crappy bureaucrats who do not understand this essential skill will not survive more than three springs in officialdom. However, the old fox will inevitably have the unlucky days of falling into the trap, and it is all tears when it comes to talking too much!
Realizing that a catastrophe was coming, the elven governor couldn't think of how he could exonerate himself and get rid of the hermit and Will Needham at the same time to hide the secret? It seemed unlikely that such an idea would come true, and the mere fact that it was not enough for the Governor to dispel the unreliable idea. The few remaining options for His Excellency the Elven Governor is to unite with one of them to kill the other, and after obtaining understanding, he can make up a reasonable explanation of who should be chosen, and the Elven Governor can't help but hesitate at this time.
"Your Excellency the Governor, we meet again."
Suddenly hearing Luo Zhengdao's voice, the elven governor trembled with fright, and soon he reacted, squeezed out a smile and said:
ββ¦β¦ Your Majesty, you seem to be in good condition, then I am relieved. β
Hearing this, Luo Zhengdao laughed loudly, and then he squinted at the governor and said:
"May I ask Your Excellency the Governor, how did the Retreat end up in the Land of Demon Whispering? You don't mean to sue me, these guys are your guests too, are you? β
"This ......"
He had eloquence and eloquence, but this was forced by the tense situation, and the elven governor didn't know how to explain his position at all, but fortunately, Luo Zhengdao didn't expect him to give an answer, and continued to say to himself:
"I don't want to know why the Retreat came, I want to know how His Excellency the Governor intends to report this to the Grand Commander and the State Council."
Hearing the sound, it was like a basin of cold water poured on his head, at that time, he only felt that his hands and feet were cold and did not obey the call, and the elven governor could no longer hear the threat in his words, and he had really mixed the officialdom for all these years, and the initial panic and anger were suppressed by him, and the governor asked tentatively:
ββ¦β¦ Your Majesty, what do you want to say? β