The battle heats up at the start. carry on head

More than a thousand core elites saw the signal and quickly jumped out of hiding without the orders of their respective captains and regiment commanders. For a while, the sound of armor and the sound of armor boots and leather boots rumbling and trampling on the ground echoed in this ruin for a long time.

Twilight Blade's team and team are very well organized, with at least one Archer Ranger in charge of long-range output. Of course, warriors, mages, wanderers, and other classes also use ranged weapons such as crossbows and slings. Therefore, players will also copy the tactics of the aborigines, and use a round of arrows to clear the way when the war starts.

"Whoosh ......"

Arrows rained down.

The arrows wrapped in the night were even more difficult to defend, and several gangster thugs at the gate of the manor, as well as the professionals who stood guard on the wall, were shot into hedgehogs by this sudden round of arrows, and they all rolled to the ground screaming.

"Promote—"

"Promote—"

Bussman was armed with a hammer and spear and rushed into the manor.

The roar of the captain and the regiment commander was heard from the crowd, and more than a thousand people followed closely behind Bussman. Some warrior players thought that the wall was in the way, so they found a few able-bodied barbarians and worked together to tear down the outer courtyard wall, which was like a floodgate being washed away, and more and more players jumped over the ruins of the wall and poured into the manor.

Soon, the sound of battle echoed throughout the manor, and the light of spells and magic lights lit up the night sky. These players are all combat elites, and many of them threw out the strong acid bottles and blazing glue they carried with them, and the gangster thugs who had just rushed out of the tents and houses, shouting and preparing to pounce on them, suddenly fell silent, and suffered heavy casualties. The rest of the people also had confused expressions.

"Damn! It's a group of Holy Arrivals! ”

There is a wall in the depths of the manor. Two meters high. Half a meter wide, with room for people to stand on, this is apparently a fortification built by the 'Fist of Vengeance' when they occupied the manor to protect the hinterland of the rear.

An elite warrior in scale armor stood on the wall and shouted, "Defend this wall for me, and when the leader returns, none of these holy presences can escape!" ”

But the night battle sneak attack was just a surprise, and most of the gangsters were actually in a state of panic these days, even when the elite fighters were yelling at the walls. These thugs are still like headless flies, and they don't know how to defend. A small number of more determined professionals hurriedly climbed onto the wall and bent their bows, their expressions serious, and shot sparse arrows at the advancing player lines in the darkness, but it was of little use.

At the same time, underground.

"Knock knock ......"

The sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the escape tunnel.

"Quick, everybody, keep up!" The Blood Eagle stood on the side of the secret passage, and each regimental commander would give him a high-five when he led someone to run by. I secretly counted the number of high-fives in my heart, and waited for sixteen high-fives. It shows that almost all of them have passed, and the Blood Eagle is leading the last twenty players. Rush out of the secret passage.

Not surprisingly, the entire 'Fist of Vengeance' station was in flames, especially after the Blood Eagle led five hundred people through the secret passage to break into the hinterland to sneak attack, the outcome of this night battle was actually decided.

Half an hour later, the manor fell silent.

Blood Eagle personally leads a team of henchmen to guard the gangster's treasury, while Bussman directs the others to dispose of the corpses in the manor, including the loot dropped from the gangsters.

Night raids can often be won by a lot. The Twilight Blade only paid the price of more than 100 lives before the entire 'Fist of Vengeance' was wiped out. Dead players can be resurrected in the temple and will receive an additional share of the Guild's pension and contribution points on top of their due distribution.

In fact, even if there is no pension, the player who hangs up will not have the slightest complaint. Because at the end of the 'Fist of Vengeance' campaign, the task completion prompts that filled the system information bar instantly gave them a lot of experience points. Compared to the leveling progress that soared by dozens of points, the XP and Resurrection Gold dropped by death were really nothing.

This can be confirmed by the smiling expressions of the players after the war. Guild members in squads, teams as a circle, get together to talk and laugh, share the situation just encountered in the chaotic battle, some more cheerful players talk about the thrill, just dance in the same place, attracting a good-natured laughter.

"How's it going, what's the casualty situation?"

Bussman walked towards the gangster's treasury with his hammer spear, and the Blood Eagle asked as he stood motionless in front of the gate.

"It's okay......," Bussman grinned, his smile bright, his expression clearly hiding a lucrative answer, but he pretended to be very modest in his words.

"Don't pretend we're still friends." Blood Eagle rolled his eyes.

"Hey, hey." Bussman rubbed his hands, glanced at the silent player guards nearby, and walked over to the Blood Eagle and whispered, "...... Well, have you seen the treasure trove? ”

"Nope." Blood Eagle raised his eyes lightly, squinted at the bald guy in front of him, and let out a faint sneer in his nose, "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking...... No way! ”

"Oops, I said Blood Hawk, that's your fault."

Bussman put down the hammer spear on his shoulder, pressed one hand on the shoulder of the blood eagle, leaned over his head and smiled: "This is the treasure trove of the Fist of Vengeance, a gang that has almost ruled the old city, how can it be said that there is also an item of more than 100,000 gold coins in it, let's go first and take out the thirty percent...... Oh no, take half of it out and put it in the guild coffer......"

"For the rest, the guy will pick up one or two percent first, and then distribute it to the brothers."

"Do you really think these little gestures can fool him?" Blood Eagle scoffed, "Everyone is a cooperative relationship, according to the agreement, two percent of the items in the treasure house belong to him, which can be regarded as the leader's remuneration." ”

"Besides, didn't you listen to the eldest sister? He could have gotten a legion of aborigines from the female lord and cleaned up the old city himself. ”

Blood Eagle lowered his eyes, no longer looked at Bussman, and said lightly: "We have just completed the battle task of blowing the horn, and there are two parts behind it, the middle song and the epilogue, don't you want to continue, cross the river and tear down the bridge now?" ”

"Hehe, I'm just giving advice." Boothman said.

The bald guy was bored and turned to leave, but at this time, a nimble wanderer player suddenly ran in the distance.

"Legion Commander!"

The Wanderer player shouted out of breath, "We—we're surrounded by the City Guard!" ”

"City Guards?" Blood Hawk's eyes suddenly sharpened, "What's going on?" ”

“…… Constable...... It was the sheriff in charge of the Old Town, Gotha, who personally led thousands of city guards to surround the manor, saying that we had gathered a crowd to fight in the city without permission, and that we had seriously violated the law! The Wanderer player said.

"!"

The hammer slammed to the ground, kicking up dust. Bussman touched his bald head, and said with a cloudy face: "Our 'Twilight Blade' won't be pitted by that guy, right?" ”

"If it has been authorized by the lord or something, it is a lie compiled by him, our 'Twilight Blade' will be completely planted, at least in Arabe!"

"Shut up—"

Blood Eagle glanced at Bussman coldly and said, "Authorization can be faked, but how can those two exemplary professionals explain it?" ”

"Let's go out and see how it goes."

Blood Eagle sent a few more henchmen to guard the treasure house, and then took Bussman out of the manor.

Twilight Blade has tens of thousands of members, most of whom are active in the Arabe region, and it is indispensable to have friction with the indigenous people on weekdays. Blood Eagle is in charge of guild discipline and some daily affairs, so he often intervenes to mediate conflicts between players and natives, and is quite familiar with the sheriff in the old city.

If you talk about the player's impression of Sheriff Gotha, in a word, the middle-aged fat man with a smile is still easier to deal with.

But at this time, Gotha was surrounded by a group of city guards, and his face was terrifyingly cold.

Thousands of well-dressed city guards lined up in front of the manor, the first rows holding shields and knives, and the back rows all armed with spears. The cold moonlight sparkled between the military formations, especially the dense distribution of spears and heavy shields like silver scale armor, which made Blood Eagle and Bussman squint their eyes and feel bad in their hearts.

This is Arabe's garrison!

Almost as famous as the Purple Dragon Legion in the imperial capital Susar!

An Overseer warlord stands beside Gotha on horseback, heavily armed. The warrior was covered in a suit of heavy armor, with only cold, brutal eyes peeking out from between his helmets, and the heavy warhorses under his seat were also covered in heavy armor, and the sound of heavy snorts echoed through the ruins of the old city.

Gotha glanced at the Blood Eagle and Bussman at the gate of the manor, and sneered at the cavalry general: "General Harris, it is this group of Holy Arrivals who have gathered two thousand men and horses and are plotting against each other!" ”

"Huh?"

The Overseer's voice came out of his helmet like thunder, "...... Two thousand people? This is already a force to be reckoned with. ”

"Tell me, Holy Presence, what do you want to do?"

His majestic eyes were firmly fixed on Blood Eagle and Bussman, and Harris exclaimed.

"It's Harris. Victor! ”

Both Blood Eagle and Bussman are stiff and not very good-looking.

When it comes to Harris, the general of the Old Town Garrison, most players may not have heard of this name, but when it comes to the surname Victor, even players who are very secretive about the news have heard of it.

Victor, of the Tiger ethnicity, is a noble family name in the Arabe region, and is also a family of Jiangmen. In the night raid to regain the territory decades ago, it was with the help of the old patriarch Victor that the old patriarch Victor led the army to defeat the orc and goblin alliance with a handful of elite divisions, and won the victory that shook the entire continent.

Harris is a Mesozoic general of the Victor family, a hero-level professional, who led an army on his own when he was just forty years old and defended the southeast region for Arabe.

The Tigers are known for their brutality, and the torture of their captives bears the surname Victor. This is also the reason why Blood Eagle and Bussman's hearts sank.

If Harris is annoyed, the other party will wave his hand and let the garrison step on the 'Twilight Blade', which is also very likely. Now the player is simply not possible on the antigen resident regular army.

PS: The second one is served.

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