Expedition.

There are 30,000 players in Dawning who have decided to follow William to the battlefield.

The remaining 20,000 players, some of them are nostalgic for the activity of cutting orcs, and many people just like to stay in Dawning City, see the young lady or something, what is the main line or not, it is useless......

And William also issued a main quest to deal with the player according to the task he received.

[War of the Dawn: In this war without justice and evil, we, as the Dawning Mercenary Regiment, will assist the Duchy of Black Rock in attacking the Duchy of Steel.

The winner is king, the loser is the coward, go to the battlefield to fight our interests, and conquer the Principality of Steel within a year. 】

【Mission Level: S-】

[Mission description: War is not a head-goer, NPCs will escalate if they kill you!] 】

[Output Rewards: There are rich rewards in the top 1000, and the first place can get 1 mid-level epic weapon]

[Experience Reward: Once a day according to the output leaderboard]

[Contribution point reward: Reward once a day according to the output list]

[Employment Reward: During the war, each person can receive 8 credits]

[Mission Failure: Final Reward Reduced by 50%]

"The main quest of [Gods] is very long, and every day (the number of days in the game) there are phased experience rewards, as well as contribution point rewards, so that players can level up at all times, and contribute points to exchange for equipment and equipment, etc.

The main quest of the Principality of Steel is similar to mine, and the output reward is also there, but only 1 dark gold weapon is too picky, especially the contribution points are not so valuable. ”

William certainly doesn't forget about faction opinion, but it's all in the final reward.

As for friendliness?

Please hit me with money!

The expeditionary force on the steppe is like a long black dragon.

The players are looking around, this is also the first time they have traveled safely, otherwise they will have to follow the caravan to the human principality.

One player glanced at the traces on the river and couldn't help but hate it, "These little fishmen are really damned, they ran away when they saw that there were so many of us." ”

"I have to say, I have a kind of mind to destroy the little fishman with thousands of troops, but it's a pity that a high-end and high-grade boss like His Highness should not be interested in bullying the little fishman."

The other players agreed with each other.

On the grassland below Dawning City, there are many tribes, races, monsters, beasts, etc., they often come out to do tasks, and other enemy players are not afraid, they are afraid of the little fishmen.

Whether it is a casual player, or a dozen team players, or even some small teams, as long as it feels wrong, then you can only run, otherwise thousands of small fishmen suddenly rush out in the dark, then you can only send yourself a cool song.

After all, there are too many players who die under the little fishman's fork.

William could hear the players talking, and he wanted to say that in a year's time, the new corpse that died under the little fishman's fork would be able to circle the southeast corner area twice.

………………

The Rhine Bridge, which is 235 meters long and 24 meters wide, has been broken three times, the last of which was built 40 years ago in peacetime to facilitate commercial exchanges between the two countries.

But in times of war, this is a crucial level.

Since the Duchy of Black Rock took control of the Rhine Bridge, it quickly invested great manpower and material resources to build fortifications on the opposite side of the bridge.

It's not that the Principality of Steel can't cross the river by boat from a narrow part of the river, but it only pulls a few men and horses, and it has no effect on attacking the Black Rock Fortress.

Every few hundred meters by the river, there is a small group of 5 scouts monitoring the movement of the riverbank, and the scouts on both sides of the river can easily see each other, sit down to rest together, sit down to eat together, and even use water instead of wine to toast the enemy on the opposite side.

And when they actually met, they were not holding a wine glass, but a sword.

The scouts who can be planted here now do not have to worry about being bought, they are all children of nobles, have families and businesses, and it is absolutely impossible to give the enemy a chance to build a pontoon bridge.

When William led 20,000 families here, Lotner and the others also brought 40,000 players from the Black Rock Principality to meet him.

The entire army of 60,000 players has no chilling momentum, only a bloated appearance.

Of course

In addition to the Dawn Mercenary Group, there will naturally be some mercenary groups composed of NPCs, more than 30 mercenary groups together, there are more than 8,000 people, and the two parties are looking at each other and have not come together.

At this time, on both sides of the bridge across the river, four simple black rock towers had been built, and some magicians were constantly enchanting.

1,000 meters away from the riverbank, there were 50,000 slaves building a wall against deadly arrows, but they did not bear much, because there were still 4 legions in front of the slaves who were interfering with the enemy and blocking the damage.

There are also 2 legions on each side to prevent the Principality of Steel from sneaking up.

There were only 20 legions in the Black Rock Principality, plus more than 5,000 people wiped out, and nearly half of the troops were invested at this time.

Truckloads of black rocks, armor, arrows, trebuchets and other supplies were brought in, and a knight on a war horse walked across the bridge deck, indicating that a large-scale war between the two countries was imminent.

And the Dawn players who have just arrived here are all shocked by the speed of the construction of the Black Rock Principality.

"It's only been two days, and the fortifications have already been built?"

"Look at the forum, it's a defensive wall made of flesh and blood, more than 20,000 slaves have died here, didn't you see those corpses on the river when you crossed the bridge?" Some players explained with a little sadness.

"......" a lot of players in Dawning City don't know what to say.

They looked at the slaves with despair in their eyes, and many of them even had no shoes, and could only walk on the hard ground with their feet covered in blood.

However, the player cannot give any help other than watching and throwing some food.

If a slave wanted to run, the cavalry guarding them would kill them without hesitation, and smash them on the slave who was almost crouching on the ground with his bloody head.

Despair, helplessness, fear, silence......

This is what the player sees as aristocracy, and when the player wants to step forward to stop it, an elven guard reaches out to stop it.

Some players directly roared to go to the Principality of Steel, but the guards did not stop it.

Even when he tore off the sign of dawn and strode away with some people, no one stopped him.

William stared at everything expressionlessly, without a trace of turmoil in his heart, as if everything was a passing moment.

Because he knows.

War is cruel.

Victory in war is made of flesh and blood.

Glory belongs only to the living and dead warriors, and there is no relationship between these slaves for a penny.

But that's the reality.

This is the system of the gods, and it is also a game that is closer to the real world......

Of course, since the majority of players have to adapt, many disgusting flesh wounds will inevitably be changed a lot, and some people can even tune out green blood......

The Tyrannosaurus rode over and glanced at the dense army of players, not only quarrelling, but also swords-fighting, and even people swimming across the other side to join the enemy.

He couldn't help frowning: "Do you need my help?" ”

"No, you are responsible for providing food, my mercenaries are all real men with rough skin and thick flesh, it is normal to make small fights, and there is no need to provide tents." William waved his hand indifferently.

Tyrannosaurus's eyes lit up, the supplies of the Black Rock Principality were running at full capacity, but the tent was really not enough, he nodded: "That's a lot simpler, you can sit casually, two meals a day." ”

The players who were arguing were stunned.

They watched as the other mercenaries, the regular soldiers, had already slipped into the warm and comfortable tents.

But can they only sit on the grass?

William didn't say much, he just led a group of guards and accompanied the player!

Blessed to share.

There are difficulties together.

Those who retreat, let them go.

This war has just begun.