The combined camp of the kingdoms of Sadarien and Raphinia.

I don't know if it's an illusion, tonight's night seems to be more gloomy than the previous days, the darkness that seems to be able to swallow people at any time has even approached beyond the walls of the camp, even if the sentinels light more torches, the light can't project enough distance, as if in the darkness outside the wall, there is a terrible beast that is constantly devouring the light.

Unfortunately, this vision has not been taken seriously by Viscount Not, and it has been nearly five years since the last time he repelled a large-scale attack by the werewolves, and the long period of comfort has made the Sadarien Kingdom rightfully regard the Monas Hills as their backyard.

And indeed it is! Before the Kingdom of Sadarien suffered a series of blows, the werewolves in the Garibel Valley could only be regarded as a threat to the Monas Hills at best, and could not be called a strong enemy. Outposts spread over almost the entire Monas Hills gave the Kingdom of Sadarien a great deal of control over the land.

But now, as the kingdom's military power continues to wane, this control is also rapidly declining. However, including Viscount Not, both the top of the kingdom and the military did not pay enough attention to this issue. They were still looking at this military operation with the same eyes as before, pretending to be domineering, hoping that through this kind of intimidation, those werewolves would retreat and obediently continue to hide in the valley to survive.

This kind of psychology was also brought to the coalition by Viscount Not, although the commander did not show obvious arrogance and arrogance, but from the beginning, Viscount Nott's attention was focused on the undead army opposite, as for those werewolves, he was not taken into account at all! Even if those werewolves had just destroyed the large outpost behind him.

Therefore, just such insignificant information as the night is darker, it will not appear in front of Viscount Nott!

In order to prepare for the possible attack of the undead legion, the coalition forces showed a situation of heavy front and rear light, in front of the camp, the coalition army dug several trenches, built two wooden walls, and laid dozens of arrow towers and watchtowers, in addition, Viscount Nott also placed a few elites in his hands here, spearmen and a small number of crusaders were mainly melee troops to intercept and delay the attack of the undead structures, and the archers in the rear served as the main striking force. Due to the superiority of the Sadarien Kingdom in the archer troops, this tactic similar to a defensive counterattack was an ability that almost every Sadarin Kingdom general was able to master.

The troops from the kingdom of Raphinha were mainly halberdiers and a small number of sentinels, and some griffons were deployed as air power. This is also the characteristic of the Raphinha Kingdom, because this kingdom has the largest griffon breeding scale in the entire human race, which makes the tactics of the Raphinian Kingdom basically all developed around the griffin as the core.

To be honest, in Yu Bin's opinion, this coalition army is not even a strong enemy. The most deadly thing is that there is still a lack of a sufficient number of high-level troops, even the priest who is one of the core of human tactics is no more than a hundred, if it weren't for the undead legion of the Sa Anlotte Empire, Yu Bin wouldn't even need to dispatch the Black Blade Knights, just relying on the ordinary undead soldiers he sent were enough to press this human alliance army to the ground and rub it.

As for those players who were recruited by Viscount Nott, with a number of nearly 200,000, they were not taken seriously by Yu Bin. Perhaps in the eyes of the aborigines, even if these player troops are not as good as the regular army, they can still be used to beat the side drums. But Yu Bin knows very well that this is just wishful thinking.

Players are one of the most difficult forces to control because you never know who they're for. Even if an aboriginal elf dies in battle, he will not choose to be with the demon, but an elf player can choose to fight side by side with the demon for a few gold coins without hesitation. This is the player, one moment they may be your comrades, and the next moment, they will become your enemies!

If the first mistake Viscount Nott made was not paying attention to the outposts destroyed by the werewolves, then the second mistake he made was to trust these recruited human players too much!

In a corner a few dozen meters from the fence at the back of the camp, Fermi put on the black hood in his hand and said to another player next to him, "Boss, does this thing really work?" ”

"You can not wear it!" Neusenberg, who was called the boss, replied angrily, not only did he put on the hood that looked like a bank robber early, but even dyed the armor on his body black, which looked like an obsidian statue from a distance.

"Then I won't wear it! Looks so stupid! "Fermi doesn't want to be like Northumber, ugly, he usually pays the most attention to his image.

"Whatever you want! As long as you don't care if your profile picture appears on the wanted notice tomorrow, it doesn't matter if you throw that hood away now! ”

Fermi quickly put on his hood and repeatedly confirmed that his entire face was covered!

After a while, he asked, "Boss, do we have to do this?" I always think it's a bit uninteresting! We can be regarded as people from the Satalin Kingdom, just like this, don't your conscience hurt? ”

"Conscience? How much does that thing cost a pound? Why don't you sell it to me? Northumberberg slapped Fermi on the head heavily, "Tell me, did the Kingdom of Sadalin give us gold coins or equipment?" Nothing! The gold coins in your pocket, the equipment on your body, and the weapons in your hands are all exchanged for our lives, not those NPCs gave us! At this time, you are talking to me about conscience? Is your brain in water? ”

"No, Boss! I just think so! It's not authentic to do this kind of thing! If it spreads, the reputation of our hungry wolf group will be completely ruined! ”

"If it's ruined, it's ruined!" Norsenberg said indifferently, "Don't think that those bastards under our hands are playing any idea, if this continues, sooner or later I will be overridden by them, and then roll up and get out!" The Hungry Wolf Regiment is the foundation that our brothers have worked so hard to build, so I would rather destroy it with my own hands than to give it to that group of white-eyed wolves! What's more, the snake that devoured the body also gave 40,000 gold coins for the hard work! That's four million dollars in dollars! With this money, I have no problem pulling another vote in a different place! ”

Fermi knew it was useless to persuade him, and he wasn't incomprehensible to Northumber. Although the group they belong to is called the Hungry Wolf Regiment, it is only a mercenary group at best, both in terms of strength and size. In addition, due to the fact that it has not been established for a long time, it has not been able to pull a few masters, so Norsenberg has to choose to hug his thighs to maintain the operation of the entire hungry wolf group.

Nowadays, there are two main types of thighs in the Orderly camp, one is the large and super large guilds led by the Angel's Covenant, these guilds are very willing to absorb those small player organizations as their little brothers in order to expand their influence and control as much as possible. On the other hand, there are investors with deep backgrounds, who are either the spokespeople of a consortium or directly an official of a national government, who wave a check in their hands and bring groups of players under their command, so as to create value for the owners they serve.

Northumberg chose the second option, because he was afraid that the team he had managed to pull up would be swallowed up by the behemoths, which is what many small groups of players fear. But what he didn't expect was that the so-called "Bernard Consortium" he had taken refuge in didn't look much better. In just a few months, hundreds of people were recruited by the consortium and then stuffed into his group of hungry wolves.

By now, Northumberberg, the so-called leader of the Hungry Wolf Regiment, has lost control over the entire guild, and he can only influence a few old fellows like Fermi, and those newcomers who joined later almost only obey the orders of the spokesperson of the consortium and the deputy leader of the Hungry Wolf Regiment.

This was the main reason why Northumberg decided to work with the Eater Serpent, fearing that if he continued like this, he would one day be driven away, and then watch the group he had worked so hard to create become a toy in the eyes of others. In contrast, Northumberberg would rather ruin it all with his own hands!

At least with the Body-Eater Serpent, he can still have the capital to make a comeback!

"Are you all ready?" Northumberberg looked around, and behind him were the old guys who fought with him at the beginning, although more than half of the old guys had become the other party's minions because they were bought by the Bernard consortium, but at least those who can stand here today are good friends who are willing to work together with him to rebuild the portal.

On the fence in the distance, two blurred figures suddenly appeared behind the two sentry sentries, and under the cover of the night, only a hazy figure could be barely seen. In the next second, the two figures simultaneously inserted the daggers in their hands into the necks of the two sentinels, and at the same time reached out to cover each other's mouths, and just like that, the two innocent aborigines lost their lives in an instant.

Flipping through the torches held by the sentry, two hazy figures shook four times towards where Norsenberg was, then extinguished them.

"Do it!" Getting the signal, Norsenberg immediately took the lead and rushed out, leading a group of men behind him to rush up the fence quickly, and then rushed along the wooden tunnel on the fence towards several nearby posts. Their task was to seize control of this section of the wall and then hold out for at least thirty minutes.

The same scene is playing out in other places, and perhaps even these players did not expect that on such a gloomy night, so many players would give up the opportunity to rest and choose to stick a knife in the back of this human army. At least a few thousand players launched a sneak attack on the defenses behind the coalition camp at the same time.

Of course, it is impossible for an operation of this magnitude to remain undetected, at least the Raphinian soldiers in charge of the rear gate of the camp noticed the strangeness of these players, and when a group of hundreds of players tried to ignore their warnings and force their way to the gate, these soldiers did not hesitate to launch a counterattack against the group of players and sound the alarm.

As the horn sounded to represent the alarm, and the magic arrows shot into the sky exploded, players who knew they were exposed immediately gave up their stealthy sneak attack and turned to a strong attack. Due to the fact that Viscount Nott did not focus his defense on the back of the camp, there were less than ten watchtowers and arrow towers near the rear wall, and six of them were successfully attacked by the players, and instead became the weapons used by the players to fight reinforcements.

Coupled with the fact that some players deliberately blocked the reinforcements on the road, Raphinia had to waste a lot of time clearing the road.

"What are those idiots doing?" Viscount Not, who was woken up from his sleep by the guards, angrily threw the information in his hand to the ground, there was no useful information on that information at all, whether it was the situation at the rear of the camp or the reason for all this, there was no reflection in this information at all, it was just all kinds of speculation, and some people even thought that the undead army on the opposite side had launched a sneak attack, "What about Your Excellency the Baron?" ”

"Master Portman has already arrived first, but the civilians who have been drafted are so panicked that many of them think that we have been defeated, and want to set their tents on fire to stop the enemy's attack. His Excellency the Baron had to stabilize their emotions first. The guard said as he assisted Viscount Nott in putting on his armor.

"Damn it! I knew that that waste was useless! If His Majesty Minuman could give me an extra 100,000, no, 50,000, I wouldn't have conscripted that waste at all! Viscount Noether complained, and he did not blame Baron Portman for not quelling the commotion at the rear of the camp in the first place, because the civilians who were frightened and out of control were more fatal than the alarm from behind.

Bombing a battalion was not uncommon for a commander like him, and due to human nature, it was possible for even trained Kingdom soldiers, let alone civilians without any military training! Considering the huge number of civilians, once the camp is bombed, I am afraid that even the troops at the front of the camp will be crushed!

The commander of the Sadarien Kingdom probably won't know that most of the "civilians" he spoke of are still sleeping, and once the player goes offline, their characters will remain in the same state as before the offline. So most of the players are still asleep at the moment, and they don't even know what's going on outside!

"Let the soldiers not be too nervous! This is most likely the trick of the undead on the other side! Stay vigilant! As for the little commotion in the rear, it's enough for me and Baron Portman to be there! ”

In Viscount Nott's opinion, having these two heroes, plus hundreds of personal guards, was enough to quell the riots caused by those civilians. But what he didn't expect was that it was this order that buried this human legion of up to 100,000!