When the sky finally darkened, a smaller airship appeared in the sky, with a flashing red light, and docked directly above the fortress.

"Bang!" A metal crate was brutally thrown inside the fortress, and the airship then spewed white steam, slowly rising in height.

"Do you guess that in addition to those monster weapons, there will be another group of monster soldiers coming out of this?" The bored mercenaries were pointing and looking at the box, betting with each other.

Before the battle, these blood-licking guys had to rely on this way to pass the time and relax themselves.

Li Yanlong and the warrior monk Feng Wuyi opened the box with a crowbar, revealing the goods inside, a whole box of large armor and heavy weapons.

As the mage said, the equipment was really improvised, and the heavy armor had no ornamentation or patterns.

The rough surface, with its dark grey color after metal oxidation, reveals a unique industrial aesthetic.

The huge war hammer and wheel axe, without even adding the most basic anti-slip technology, were randomly piled into the box, and a metal helmet rolled all the way to the feet of the demon hunter as the box was opened.

Xu Yichen reached out and picked up the helmet, it weighed nearly five kilograms after starting it, and the rough raw edges were even a little prickly, he looked up at Yang Yuefan: "The assembly line, stamping and forming, except for the bad aesthetics, the defense of this thing is quite considerable." ”

Of course, Yang Yuefan heard the meaning of the demon hunter's words, and the witch kings had completed the initial increase in productivity to the industrial level at least during this period.

In contrast to the Far South, where the manufacture of weapons and armor remained at the level of handicrafts, the gap between the two was quite enormous.

"Templar, Abraham? Lincoln, take out the equipment of the 'Uruk' orcs and distribute them to the orcs. A strengthened voice from the tower came from the mage Werther: "If they don't respond to the equipment, have your men arm them with it." ”

Abraham shrugged his shoulders and began to count the equipment with a team of slave soldiers: "I don't know if those strong orcs will eat me before the worms." ”

"I've seen their distant relatives, the green ones, and they really eat people." The Demon Hunter introduced the prototypes of these things, causing the Templars to nearly go limp.

"Mercenaries, adventurers, please note that your mission has come, and in one hour and eight minutes to one hour and seventeen minutes, the swarm will arrive at Station 370." The voice of the mage Werther echoed throughout the base, causing all the mercenaries to straighten up and prepare for battle.

As the slave soldiers emptied the iron box, the inside of the box gradually revealed complex patterns, and the voice in the tower sounded again: "Mercenaries, I need you to put an intact insect into this box, your task is complete." ”

The captain of the sword and shield squad stood in the middle of the square: "Master Mage! How should we evacuate after we have completed our mission! We all know that this place can't be guarded to the end! ”

The mercenaries had planned to take the mage under control when Werther arrived, and ask him to leave the place for him.

However, the Templars tactfully told him that the only way to do so would be to attract high-ranking mages and burn all living things to the ground.

There is no negotiation, no compromise, only obedience and fair trade, this is the New World's perception of the mage community.

"I've paid a high enough commission, and the only thing I ask is a live bug!" Mage Werther's voice came from the top of the tower: "Although I also think that the chances of you surviving are very low, your only hope is to resist the attack of the swarm here and wipe them all out here." ”

"I'm sorry guys, I can only help you kill more bugs and reduce your stress." Despite that, there was no apology in the mage's voice.

"This ghost task, Lao Tzu is gone!" A lone wolf mercenary roared in the direction of the tower, "If I can't survive, you don't want to get any bugs as pets!" ”

The next moment, a bolt of lightning fell from the sky and split the unlucky man in metal armor into a corpse, reflexively twitching on the ground.

"I'm sorry everyone, but any actions or individuals that could affect the mission are not permitted." Mage Werther said calmly, "Your first concern should be my mission, because if the mission is not completed, even if you are lucky enough to survive here, you will be physically wiped out by me or other mages after that." ”

"The priority of the mission is far greater than the purpose of your existence." The sound on the tower stopped completely, leaving only the mercenaries outside silent.

"Okay, don't be in a daze, let's survive here first, you all heard it! The bugs are coming soon! Cheer up! The Demon Hunter clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention, "I'm not going to be a ration for bugs!" ”

Several players looked at each other and smiled, these mercenaries couldn't do it this time, which was a good start to their mission.

The Templars commanded the slave soldiers to tell the story of the man who had been hacked to death, and moved into the barracks, looking into the distance with a solemn expression.

Although the sun had set, an artificial light source at the top of the mage's tower illuminated the entire steel fortress, allowing defenders to easily see thousands of kilometers away.

Beneath his feet, a subtle vibration along the ground made the demon hunter carry his weapon up the city wall: "Get ready to start the party!" Our guests have arrived! ”

The female warrior took out the bottle of 'Tyron' given to her by the demon hunter from her bosom, of course, Vitoria had always thought that this thing was called 'green lava', and the name was made up casually by Xu Yichen.

Vittoria knocked off the spout of the bottle on her shield and drank most of the bottle in one gulp: "It's finally here, this TM is the life I want!" ”

"Fight! Never stop fighting! That's right, this is my place of glory! Mad Bull stood next to the samurai and held his weapon aloft, and slapped his chest with his other hand: "Come on! If this is my last battle, let me glorify my tribe with the blood of my enemies! ”

The barbarians' war cries boosted everyone's morale.

As the others stepped into their positions, Mad Bull cautiously asked beside the female warrior, "If we all survive and fight this battle, will you marry me back to the tribe?" ”

"No, get out." Vittoria rolled her eyes and picked up her flail, thinking that the man was not sick.