Noggs also became a member of the Owl Squad, and he was only invited by Josiu to test the fighting abilities of the Discord character.

During the test, Qiao Xiu came up with something new that went beyond the 'rules of discord'.

Among them, the various super equipment in the killstreak rewards are beyond the scope of the game's balance.

After watching all of Qiao Xiu's streak reward demonstrations, Noggs directly asked, "Can that fully automatic aim be turned on all the time?" ’

Joe's answer as a game developer is, of course, 'yes'

The killstreak reward system itself is an official cheat, and at the behest of Noggs, Joshua unlocks the in-game skill called 'Tactical Eyepiece' for his character without limitation.

"Why don't you let other characters have these abilities as well?"

Noggs asked about Josiu while his role was being swapped.

He watched Ravel's character be killed because the bullet didn't hit the claw monster, and Noggs activated the Tactical Eyepiece skill to automatically track the enemy with just a left mouse button.

"Because these cheating skills consume a lot of faith power, it will be wasted if all soldiers open it for a long time." Qiao Xiu said.

"But it's okay for a small group of soldiers to turn it on, isn't it? Joe Xiu, why don't you use it? ”

Nogs turned his head to look at Qiao Xiu's screen, and he could see through the screen interface that Qiao Xiu had not added any cheating features to his character.

"Because that's not fun."

Qiao Xiu used the right button to aim and kill a gray mist that was rushing towards him, it was boring enough to play these gray mist distortions with no IQ, and if you added a self-aiming lock and pressed the left mouse button directly.

This kind of game without any challenge is not interesting for Qiao Xiu.

"Not interesting? Qiao Xiu is now on the battlefield, as long as you can kill the enemy... Any means used are reasonable! ”

Noggs is now more of an executioner on the battlefield than a player who plays Strife.

As long as they can annihilate the enemy, Nogs can use any despicable means in exchange for victory in a war.

"Okay, it's no problem to turn on the tactical eyepiece the whole time, brother, you organize your team, and then tell me a table with the name of the game."

Qiao Xiu gave up arguing with this war maniac brother, after all, this is the battlefield of the confrontation with the gray mist... Neither Nogs nor Shayle, the king of the Land of Frost, made it a game.

But for Qiao Xiu, this is an early experience of the zombie mode in the strife, and this mode is not done by himself, and the enemy will not act according to the prescribed routine in the game.

The challenges posed by this kind of realistic enemies and various surprises on the battlefield are far more interesting than Joshua making a zombie mode by himself.

"I've ordered the soldiers to download it."

Nogs knew that his third brother had a strange personality, and he didn't have the heart to change Qiao Xiu's mind or educate Qiao Xiu.

After all, in this war against the gray fog, Qiao Xiu has brought enough surprises.

Nogs once again focused on the battlefield.

When Qiao Xiu was about to keep up with his brother's pace, the corner of his clothes was suddenly gently pulled by someone.

"Sons of the forest, isn't that good?"

Al sat behind Josiu with his back to him, and she heard the conversation between Josiu and Noggs.

After Noggs asked for the unlimited tactical eyepiece, Al also joined in the fun...... Considering that Al himself is a collector of the power of faith.

Joshua gave her an even more unreasonable cheat weapon, a portable bazooka without any bullet limitation or recoil.

"It's wrong to use it in the game, but this is a battlefield, and there is no need to bear any psychological burden on these monsters who destroyed your home in the past!"

Joshua gave Al a thumbs up, and the High Elf girl was comfortable bombarding around with her unlimited portable bazooka.

………………

In the early hours of the next morning.

"It's time for a shift change! Soldiers fighting on the front line at noon can close the magic net and go to rest! ”

Marshal Amt pinched the right time to come to the 'rear battlefield' where the soldiers played and strife.

As the battlefield becomes more intense, the soldiers of the Frost Nation have moved from the front line to the rear to control the strife and fight on the front line.

Marshal Amter, who had fought against Grey Mist in the past, thought that the Battle for the Castle of Black Shell would be a bitter battle, and he was ready for the death of his comrades and even his own death on the battlefield.

But twenty-five hours have passed since the Grey Mist army overwhelmed the realm, and the current casualty rate of the soldiers of the Frost Nation is... Zero!

This was something he had not dared to think about before the war.

The magical game of Magic Web keeps the soldiers of the Frost Nation away from the dangerous battlefields, but the characters in the game still need to be controlled by these soldiers.

"Didn't you hear me when I said I could rest?" Marshal Amt shouted loudly again in the camp.

None of the soldiers answered Marshal Amter, their eyes fixed on the interface of the magic web.

"Medic! What about the medics! Hurry up and get over here... These are my last two lives! Is there a medic nearby! ”

"It's coming, it's coming! What are you doing before rushing with a sniper rifle! ”

"The western battlefield has appeared again! Who has the Grimm Deployment Bonus! Portable bazooka is also available! ”

Marshal Amter's roar was nothing to mention in the noisy rear battlefield, where he could hear the soldiers communicating with each other in the rear battlefield.

The entire interior of the camp resembles a noisy tavern.

Marshal Amt looked at this scene and didn't know how to describe his inner feelings.

Morale on the battlefield is undoubtedly the most important point, and in the face of gray fog, the morale of human soldiers will drop very quickly, and they must be evacuated for psychological counseling after two hours of continuous combat, otherwise human soldiers will enter a state of collapse.

But Marshal Amter, if he remembers correctly, nearly five hundred soldiers in the camp have been fighting on the front line for twelve hours!

More than half of them didn't even eat dinner......

A group of people stared at the web interface as if they were fascinated, and then frantically clicked the left mouse button.

The morale of this group of soldiers is not an exaggeration, they are maintained like berserkers who have drunk some crazy potion, and their enthusiasm for the battlefield has exceeded the scope of ordinary people.

But Marshal Amter knew that it was not drugs and alcohol that tended to them, but the most essential emotions of human beings, and this game called strife was indeed very interesting.

The number of kills per soldier on the battlefield will be known to all soldiers in the entire army, and the killstreak system will reward you as the hero of the entire squad.

Everyone can be a hero on this battlefield, which is probably why they are so enthusiastic.

But... Humanity still has to rest after all!

"Ravel!" Marshal Amter's orders were not heeded by the other soldiers, so he went to one of the most prominent players on the battlefield and patted him on the shoulder.

"I've gotten access to the Hellstorm missile, adjutant... Find me a place with the highest concentration of enemies! ”

"How long has it been since General Ravel killed more than five hundred? Wait... I'm asking about the other squads. ”

Ravel spoke briefly with his lieutenant before asking Marshal Amter about the purpose of Marshal Amter's search for him.

"Does Marshal Amter have any new orders?" Ravel asked without looking up.

"It's time for you to rest! Take your squad to rest! Marshal Amt said.

"Rest? Can Marshal Amter wait a little longer, we will soon break through the defense line of the Gray Mist Aberration. ”

Ravel said as he pressed the G button on his keyboard, and Ravel's character in the game pulled out a glowing protozolite.

The protozol casts a translucent image that shows a map of the battlefield.

"General Ravel, coordinates 214.321... More than a dozen behemoths appeared there. The adjutant said.

Ravel's figure swiped the map on the original hedron and clicked on the bombing coordinates reported by the adjutant, and the next second a line of words appeared on the screen of all the soldiers present.

'Commander Ravel deployed the Hellstorm missile. ’

Even if Marshal Amter was standing inside the camp, he could hear a deafening explosion from afar.

At this time, a strange thought popped into the mind of Marshal Amt ... It's really incredible that the gray fog can hold up for so long under such a terrifying attack!