The red-robed mage apprentice led the way, leading the mercenaries onto a train-like vehicle, where valuable high-quality steel was laid out as a building material, stretching out of sight at the end of the road.

Dozens of railroad tracks crisscrossed this transit station, which caused the nearby mercenaries to be amazed, and the mage apprentice introduced very calmly: "The magic energy train, with a speed of up to thirty-five kilometers per hour, can transport more than five hundred people to the destination at one time. ”

In just a few minutes, this magical version of the train was filled with heavily armed soldiers, who, unlike the mercenaries of the Demon Hunters, were ordinary people, not professionals.

The soldiers had barcode-like patterns tattooed on their faces, their eyes were wooden and lifeless, and they were wearing metal busts that looked like they were produced on an assembly line, and foldable spears hung behind them.

"I remember you said that the task of building a warband is usually taken from battles that have taken place in history?" The demon hunter looked at the Gobi galloping past on both sides, and sent a text message to Yang Yuefan: "Why do I feel that this side of the New World has been running on the road of reform and opening up under the leadership of the Witch King?" ”

"Do you know what is the basic wisdom attribute of becoming a mage?" Yang Yuefan crossed Erlang's legs, compared to those mortal soldiers who were crowded like canned sardines, the carriages of these professional mercenaries could at least guarantee a seat per person: "On the earth, the average intelligence attribute of player spellcasters is 16 points, is this because low-level spellcasters account for ninety percent of the number, and they are holding back, are you qualified?" ”

The Demon Hunter glanced at his intelligence stat of only 14 points, and felt that he had no right to speak.

"Do you know what the Witch King's wisdom attribute is?" Without waiting for the demon hunter to answer, Yang Yuefan threw out an answer: "According to our speculation, the average will not be lower than 30 points." Do you know what this concept is? ”

The demon hunter looked at Yang Yuefan with a cold face, waiting for the other party to continue to taunt, he planned to test the other party's ability to move when he saw the bug.

"It means that the other party farts, they are more muscular than you, and the brain with little knowledge is ......" Yang Yuefan did not continue to send messages under the gaze of the demon hunter, and changed the way of description: "To put it simply, you are 286, those witch kings are the light of Taihu Lake, and their IQ is conservatively estimated to be 260." ”

Without mentioning the private conversation between the two people, the female warrior took out a box of grease from her waist bag and carefully smeared her weapon [Slaughter Flails]: "Looking at this situation, I won't be surprised to see the fortress cannon at the destination for a while. ”

The magic car had just rumbled past an all-steel fortress, and the mage apprentice had introduced it as a defensive node in the first line of defense, and their destination was not far away.

And the mad bull, a strong man with Indian characteristics, couldn't care about playing a game with the female warrior to see who blinked first, and even the steel fortress, which shocked the players just now, couldn't make him shout: "This must be a miracle of the witch king." ”

This strong man was lying on the side of the handrail with a pale face, and the attribute of the weak car was almost written on his face, and he was quite arrogant when he vomited just now, but it was really a projectile vomit.

"Are they all slave soldiers?" Wang Yue looked at the mortal soldiers in the other carriages and asked, these simple carriages were almost semi-open, and the scorching wind shuttled around everyone: "Will we meet the players of the American Emperor?" ”

"No, I think we're going through a piece of history that has already happened, history before the player enters the game." The Demon Hunter casually made up a reason: "This is a dungeon similar to a traditional game, and the system prompted me once when I entered the dungeon. ”

"But those mortal soldiers are slave soldiers." Yang Yuefan pointed to the tattoo on a soldier's face and said: "In reality, the US imperialists did not cancel this way of coding until 60 years ago and adopted an electronic household registration system. ”

The soldier who was pointed out looked to be in his early twenties, unresponsive to being judged and stared straight ahead, as if even his mind had been domesticated.

As another slightly smaller steel fortress arrived, the mage apprentice sitting in front jumped out of the magic car and slammed the car with his magic staff: "Get off, get off all, we're here!" ”

"Station 370 has arrived!" The red-robed mage apprentice briefly gestured to the mercenaries, and led the group of nearly five hundred slave soldiers to the metal fortress first.

Station 370 itself is not large, but at most the size of a small town.

However, the all-metal structure and four-meter-high fence look extremely strong in the afternoon sun.

The all-metal gate was opened with a screeching sound of rubbing, no one was welcomed, no one spoke, and the equally dressed slave soldiers standing on the city wall watched in unison as the new reinforcements entered the station.

"Haha! Today is really a good day, another batch of cannon fodder has been sent to the door! "A tall, silver-white man in armor stepped down from the city wall.

"Oh? Another batch of new people joining? The man in armor glanced at the mercenaries, as if he was happy to see them: "Let's have a good chat in a moment, I haven't met anyone outside for a long time." ”

"These people are hired by Lord Werther, and at a quarter past three in the afternoon, Lord Werther will arrive here, you know what that means!" The mage's apprentice took out the parchment from his bosom: "Please sign it quickly, I don't want to stay in this hellish place for a minute!" ”

The man in armor seemed to have heard something terrible, his face turned pale, and he signed his name on the parchment in despair.

The red-robed apprentice who got the signature walked out of the fortress without looking back, and the slave soldiers near the city gate closed the metal gate with expressionless faces, and for a while the inside of the 370th military station was quiet.

"So, you're the person in charge here?" The Demon Hunter was the first to break the silence and asked, standing in front of the man in armor.

"Yes, that's right, before three and a quarter past three in the afternoon, I was indeed the person in charge here." The armored man glanced at the mercenaries in front of him: "Disperse guys, find your favorite place to escape the heat, whatever you find to eat is yours." ”

"What's going on!" Xu Yichen pressed the shoulder of the armored man: "We are here to earn a high commission, don't you want to put your life on the line in a daze, at least introduce us to our enemies, right?" ”

"Mad Bull doesn't ask what the enemy is! Don't ask how many enemies there are! The brawny man, who had returned to his state as soon as he got out of the car, roared, "The mad cow only asks where the enemy is!" ”

"Shut up!" The female warrior glanced at the mad cow, and the other party decisively closed his mouth.