Station 370, 3:10 p.m.

When the mage Werther arrived above the fortress in his floatboat, he saw that the interior of the fortress looked like a huge construction site, and the slave soldiers were digging a pit around the mage tower with rudimentary tools.

As the huge airship lowered in height, at the bottom of the airship, a large downhill iron box of containers was parked inside the fortress. The mage Werther leaped down from the airship in mid-air, slowly falling like a feather, and the airship continued to lift off

This steel fortress.

"What's going on?" The mage Werther, who had been put down once before by the demon hunters, looked at the Serisians who were standing beside Abraham and commanding the slave soldiers.

The mage had apparently seen the wound on Abraham's hand, but the mage didn't care what had happened here, they were just another wave of consumables.

This time, Werther came here with other tasks, such as capturing a bug alive while the insect swarm was attacking, which was a task ordered by the mentor himself, as well as the related tasks of the iron box, which he had to complete.

The Templar Abraham pointed to the demon hunter beside him, "Lord Wirt, after evaluation, I don't think Station 370 will be able to completely stop the attack of the massive swarm. The mercenary you've hired thinks you can add some built-in defenses to defend your fortress a second once the biters have breached it. ”

The mage Werther's red robes fluttered in the hot wind, and the slave soldiers around him dug silently for dirt on the ground, sweating profusely but without complaining.

"Very well, Templar, Abraham? Lincoln, I've heard your name. If it weren't for your age, maybe you should have been one of us. The red-robed mage stared at Abraham and said, "But don't be upset, this is the miracle land of the Witch King, anything can happen!" ”

"Including surviving this attack?" It seems that the situation of PUBG has completely inspired the courage of this always diligent Templar, and made him make his voice heard.

Of course, it may also be because the motivation of the political commissar is very effective.

The mage Werther seemed surprised that the Templar, who had just risen through the ranks of slaves, had the audacity to ask him a question.

You know, just a few years ago, this man named Abraham was nothing more than a slave who didn't even have freedom of thought. If he hadn't saved a mage's life in an accident, he would probably have stood with the slave soldiers, waiting for the day when he would become food for the bugs.

"Of course!" The red-robed mage froze for a moment, and immediately returned to normal, he felt that he had wasted enough time here: "Why not? Aren't you fighting for your life right now? Keep up the good work, Templars, and I'm going to get to work too. ”

"You, come with me. Before the bugs appeared, you were my guard. The red-robed mage skipped past Abraham and didn't look at him again, but beckoned the demon hunter and walked to the huge iron box.

The red-robed mage kicked the huge metal container with his foot, and out of nowhere took out a J-shaped metal rod and threw it to the demon hunter: "Mercenary, open this thing." ”

Xu Yichen picked up the metal pipe from the ground and found that this thing looked exactly like the 'Physics Holy Sword' on the earth!

"I thought the mages would have a more convenient way to open the box!" The Demon Hunter inserted the crowbar into the opening on the outside of the box, and forcefully pried open a corner of the metal door.

The red-robed mage took a few steps back, keeping a safe distance from the box, and said with a smile, "Even the witch kings don't want to waste magic in inconsequential places. ”

The mage waved his hand to add a transparent defensive barrier to himself: "This kind of thing that only needs to be done with hands, without using brains, is better left to you." ”

The Demon Hunter, who was removing the last fixture, also put a Kunn Law Seal on his face with a sneer. open

The moment he opened the box, he used the iron door as a cover and hid himself behind the side of the box exit.

Then, nothing happened, and the mercenaries scattered inside the fortress to rest watched the performance of the mages and demon hunters with farce eyes.

Out of respect for their employers, no one applauded and no one ...... Well, the samurai Vittoria whistled on the city walls.

Not to mention these boring guys, inside that huge metal box, with the whistle of the samurai, it seemed as if something was activated.

One pair, two pairs, three pairs...... Dozens of pairs of pupils glowing red in the darkness appeared, and with the sound of neat footsteps, a group of people looked almost identical...... Gray green skin walked out!

When opening the box, the demon hunter's keen perception felt the slow and heavy heartbeat inside the box, coupled with the small movements of the mage Werther, Xu Yichen was sure that there were any dangerous creatures inside the box.

Even if there were a bunch of biochemical monsters transformed by the umbrella company that came out of it after opening the box, the demon hunters would not be surprised, but this thing in front of them was really beyond Xu Yichen's imagination!

Forty greenskins, or rather grayskins, nearly two meters tall, with gray skin and granite-like muscles, stepped out of the box and formed a neat queue in the square.

If it weren't for the iconic earth-covered sky-green face, the Demon Hunter wouldn't even believe what connection this thing had to do with the greenskins.

The iron box was indeed huge, but it was also relative to the size of the human body, and for these big men, forty people in it were probably tighter than the sardines in a canned sardine.

If there is an idiom to describe it, I am afraid it can only be described as 'full of big men'.

The surrounding mercenaries, including the players, fell silent, and these red-eyed gray skins, like robots, stood in a rectangular phalanx.

No matter which angle the queue looks at, it is in a perfect straight line, no one is moving, no one is talking, and if you listen carefully, the gray skins even breathe in unison.

The power of this order weighed heavily on everyone's minds, and the demon hunter and medical officer Lee Byung-hyung watched the team with admiration.

This way of lining up makes them feel a little cordial.

"Very good, perfect, the work of the great Witch King Saruman, will not disappoint!" The red-robed mage exclaimed, he was very satisfied with the appearance of these war weapons.