Chapter Forty-Eight: What If You Touch a Good Thing

Feige pursed his lips, seeing that Gesia was so happy, he still couldn't help but say nothing.

March 27 is the first time players have experienced a major battle in the game.

As the only pharmacy in the game, Zhang Yifan deliberately took a day off and went to the game to sell goods. After a week of reserves, the various potions in his store have been exhausted, but how could he not keep a hand, after reading Qi Ji's post, he went home from work to enter the game, and rushed to make a batch of potions overnight, just waiting for a windfall today.

Li Shuang and Xu Miaomiao even carried a lot of potions on their bodies, and they were ready to harvest a wave of experience when they were ready to go to the battlefield.

This time, life players are more excited than elite players, the material reserves of the past few days have kept life players busy, and the more material reserves are carried out, the more they hope to have a fight with Warcraft as soon as possible.

I'm afraid one person can't do it, but what if it's a bunch of people?

As long as the server doesn't get stuck, you don't have to worry about dying again if you resurrect on the spot, it's perfect.

Several experienced players in the game have already deployed their combat plans.

The elite squad goes to get the mine and recover the mine, and on the other side, the life players mainly attack in two directions, the Haze Forest and the Elf Village.

There are a large number of living players, which can ensure that the people who drag the Haze Forest and the Elf Village, and after the mine is recovered, the management players will harvest the remaining monsters, which can maximize the guaranteed winning rate.

"That's the Haze Forest, I haven't been in it yet, I've killed the Red Blood Bear in the back before, and our team died miserably."

"I haven't been to the elf village either, and I don't remember anything about defense, so we mainly search the house to see if there is anything valuable in it."

The players are a group of bandits, ready to go, and set their way from the Western Plains to the Red Ridge Mountain.

"Oh no, no, no!" An elf stumbled into the Demon King's Palace, "Gaia's people are here!" ”

"Gaia?" Sexsta pushed away the beautiful elf maid on the side, stood up, and looked north from the window.

The Demon King Hall he was in had a good view, and he could clearly see most of the plains in the north.

"Nonsense, how can there be people from Gaia?" He kicked him over, treating his kindred as if he were more of a bad demon king, and he added a word more than Godvali.

Toby the elf lay on the ground, covered his bleeding mouth, and cried, "It's from the south, from, from the western plains!" ”

Western Plains?

Sekesta snorted coldly, "What's that, every day there are some humans who don't know whether they are alive or dead go to the Misty Forest, haven't you counted them, and there are almost no living mouths?" ”

He also deliberately calculated that there are only a few thousand displaced people in the Sigma Peninsula at most, and hundreds will be sent to death every day, and they will be extinct in a few days.

"But this time, this time there were tens of thousands of ......," Toby trembled, "Listen, it's their voice......"

A large number of players with heavy equipment on their backs ushered in Red Ridge Mountain, and the ground began to tremble slightly.

Even the powerful Saikesta could not guarantee that he would be able to kill these brave men in seconds, so he hurriedly walked out of the Demon King's Hall and watched the movement in the other direction.

The smoke and dust were so thick that it was impossible to see who was coming, but Toby was right, there were at least 10,000 people here.

He immediately transported the magic array, and the ten magic arrays outside the elf village opened at the same time, and a large amount of demonic qi emanated from the ground, and there was a smell of blood floating in the air.

There is no way, Sekesta gritted his teeth, if Lord Govali was here, he might be able to deal with it.

Phew, I'm so stupid.

How strong can these brave men be?

Aren't they those fools who just let the monster shoot to death?

But he was inexplicably afraid, he was not so afraid of killing thousands of zombies at the beginning, but now he was afraid of these humans who took the initiative to attack.

"Oops, be careful!"

The elf's magic defense formation is one of the best in the entire continent.

Although the Race is a very weak side, they also have a fairly high-level defensive formation.

Spell shells, mixed with demonic energy, bombarded the players, quickly causing a large number of casualties.

"Go up, go up, don't feel distressed about the resurrection potion, think about how many resurrection potions Gesia gave after seven days of material reserves, everyone who dies a hundred times today is enough to be resurrected!"

"For the sake of Gesia Duck!"

"Hurry up if you die, don't be trampled to death by the people behind, pay attention to the rhythm, pay attention to the rhythm, don't step on the people in front!"

The players consciously blocked the voice, and at first they listened to the words of a few team leaders, but there was no rule when they walked.

Before the Misty Forest, a large group of mage players began to throw magic bullets into the sky, and water and fire magic were thrown into the sky together.

Anyway, after resurrection, it will be full of blood and blue, so it is better to throw a little more skills so as not to waste it.

"Damn, who killed me!"

"Don't mess around with skills!"

"Hurry up and keep up, the big army doesn't know where to go!"

The same goes for junior archers, cold arrows are not only put on monsters, but also stabbed at their own families, in addition to being ignited by mages, one is not careful, and may be killed by their own archers.

One by one, the players who fell, and one by one stood up, and the line quickly went from compact to scattered.

After dispersing, it was more conducive to combat, and the elite players finally rushed to the mine, and the ordinary players began to enter the Haze Forest.

Everyone is very unfamiliar with the battle, but it does not delay everyone to pile up death.

Wasting a little potion in exchange for a hearty battle is worth it for players.

Especially when the red-blooded bear in the misty forest was directly killed by the master of the chaotic fist, the players were very excited.

And when the equipment was picked up randomly and a windfall was made with good luck, the salted fish players who didn't want to join the battle also ran to the Red Ridge Mountain.

What if you touch something good!

"Oops! After the defensive formation was activated, it couldn't be stopped at all, and we muttered about the strength of these brave men! Several elves hugged each other in horror, "Lord Sexta, think of a way!" ”

Think of a way, think of a way?

Sekesta is really disgusted with these useless clansmen now, and he really wants to be Gaia's people, so that he can hand over the corpses of the demons in exchange for trust.

But these people who came over, after seeing themselves, not only gave up chasing and killing the demonic beast, but almost rushed over to chase and kill themselves, and shouted in their mouths, it was that little elf.

I'm afraid that Sexta will never be able to figure out why these people want to kill him so much, let alone know that his headshot has already been saved in each player's photo album folder.

"It's on fire, it's on fire!" A few elves rushed out of the house and ran to the top of the street, and the families who had been hiding in their rooms rushed to the road, not knowing where to run.

A few pixie slaves who lit the fire, with a bit of revenge on their faces.