Script, war and strife, Eastern camp, Xudu.

The gray sky covered this ghost city, and the eight Yue Chaoxi had already teleported into the script, and the streets of ancient times were leading in all directions, and the surrounding brick houses were lifeless in the distance, until the city wall in the distance.

Yue Zhaoxi turned around, a temple behind him hung a plaque of the Yin Tian Palace, the whole city was weird, Yue Chaoxi always felt that something was staring at him, but he didn't expect that he had always been the enemy of ghosts and monsters in the script, but this time he became a teammate to rely on.

"Shall we go in and meet this boss and ask this boss to help us?"

Cheng Yuxiang looked at the gate of the Yin Tian Palace and asked Yue Chaoxi.

The other six people also had the same question, and they all looked at Yue Chaoxi.

"Don't bother this boss, after all, this Yin Tian Palace is the core of the main city, and there is the Emperor of Xudu guarding it, so we'd better not use this killer feature, after all, we don't know the temper of the Emperor, and it won't be fun to fight with ourselves if we don't do it well."

Yue Chaoxi told the truth, he didn't have the strategy of the Emperor of Xudu, but as long as the Emperor did not die, the main city would not fall.

The war and strife had already begun, and Yue Chaoxi and the others did not have time to delay, and immediately moved towards the originally planned gap corridor.

As soon as the eight of them left the city, the previously hazy sky immediately became clear and cloudless. Looking back, only the sky of Xudu was cloudy, and sure enough, the ghost town was weird, but this made Huaguo players feel at ease.

See how these Western players deal with the ghosts of the East? It's still that weird big ghost!

Coming to the narrow mouth of the Yongdao, it is exactly the same as on the map sand table, the curved Yongdao is about 2 kilometers, and the gap leading to the capital is not big, only 20 meters wide, but the entrance is a gap, which is 1 kilometer.

Yue Chaoxi looked at Shen Xue and signaled that she could start.

I saw the thin and swarthy Shen Xue rolling up her sleeves, kneeling on her knees, and supporting her body with her two thin arms downward.

Grunt.

The land that Shen Xue's palm touched was originally dry yellow land, but now it seems to be muddy, or more like a pot of porridge, her palm and forearm sink into the mud, just watch Shen Xue stirring under the ground, and the place where the gap in the road begins to rise.

Li Kaihua showed a smile, the better they mouse players behaved, the more convenient it would be to return to the Tianyuan Black Market, and the other six people were dumbfounded by the miracle in front of them, the ability to change the terrain, this is an absolute god-level skill wherever it is placed, but Shen Xue was identified as a useless mouse player because this skill had no combat ability, and lived in the cracks of the black market.

Yue Zhaoxi was shocked, and began to assign other tasks, it took time to narrow the gap, and now it was up to others to buy time.

The starting war points of the Eastern Camp are 800 points, and Yue Zhaoxi is ready to invest all the points at the beginning, after all, the first round of battles is the most important, and if they are defeated once, it will be difficult for them to turn over.

Among these points, 200 points trained cavalry, a total of 40 cavalry, divided into four teams, and handed over to Yu Ze, Chen Qiang, Lin Mo, and Song Haoran respectively. Yue Chaoxi asked them to command the 10 cavalry in their hands to see if they could get out of their control, and if they could, let them attack the troops of the western camp, because of the blessing, the speed of our cavalry was twice as fast as that of the other party, which was a major advantage in guerrilla warfare.

The remaining 600 points, 400 archers, 100 infantry, the archers are ambushed on the hill, and the infantry is divided into two parts, 80 at the entrance and 20 at the exit of Xudu.

Li Kaihua followed Yue Zhaoxi's side, always listening to battlefield information with his natural skills.

"Great God, what about me?"

Everyone has a task, but the profiteer Cheng Yuxiang has not been assigned the task, and he is a little anxious at the moment.

"Profiteer, oh no, old driver, it's up to you whether you can win this one."

Yue Zhaoxi showed a kind smile and looked at Cheng Yuxiang in front of him.

……

Script, War Strife, Western Camp, Dracula's Castle.

The towering castle stands alone on a barren plain, and the tallest tower emits a dark and strange smoke that obscures the sky like a black iron curtain, through which no ray of sunlight can penetrate, and bats linger around the castle from time to time.

"Okay, boys, it's time to get to work, get rid of the garbage players in Huaguo as soon as possible, I don't want to drag on this script for too long."

Sherlock looked at Dracula's Castle and said drunkenly, he hadn't recovered from his drunkenness at the moment, and he spoke as if he were the commander.

The two Venetian merchants next to Shylock nodded flatteringly, as if victory was in their hands.

The goddess Filiana and the heavy shield knight Sebalian showed disgusted expressions, while Zpisko, who was armed with a spear, did not change his expression.

"Your Highness, then follow the plan, Your Highness and ...... Your guards stay in the castle, and after all, there is Count Dracula, and they will not be lost for a while. The black-skinned Venetian merchant Antonis, who could teleport on the marked anchor point, and whose cell phone couldn't communicate in the script, let him be the messenger......"

"The one who calls me counts the money! 1,000,000 euros per time! Hahaha. ”

Sherlock interrupted Zpichko again, and sneered that this was the fifth time he had interrupted Zpisko since the battle meeting.

For Sherlock, to interrupt the young knight of the Church and trample on his dignity was to assert his nobility, even if the nobility was bought with money.

Prince Leon frowned slightly, but the big war was imminent, and he didn't want to put the contradiction on the table.

"Secretary Zpiško, I understand the battle plan, 1,600 war points, all the cavalry training, a total of 320 people, under your command, Alexandra and I stay behind. With the blessing of the Golden Moon, it took 30 minutes for these 320 cavalry to be ready. ”

Prince Leon's words were not interrupted by Sherlock, after all, his status was noble, and Sherlock did not have the courage to trouble the heir to the throne.

During the 30 minutes of training, the eight members of the Western camp explored Dracula's Castle, and they knew that the way to wake up Count Dracula was to sacrifice blood to the vampire ancestor, and the coffin of the ancestor boss was in the catacombs of the castle, and the information was exactly the same as the information they had.

After 30 minutes, 320 Western cavalry, along with six other players on horseback, were ready.

"Secretary Zpiśkov, I wish you good luck and prosperity."

Zpihiko rode on his horse and only nodded, for even if the prince of Lyon made a gesture of favor, the church and the nobility were not in the same camp.

"Haha, with the encouragement of His Royal Highness the Prince, we will definitely take the lead and not be afraid of life and death."

Sherlock flattered Prince Leon.

The battle preparations were ready, and the cavalry army marched in the direction of the capital.

For Zpiśko, Sebalian, and Filiana, the three of them were Templars of the Church, and horseback riding was a compulsory subject, but for the three Venetian merchants, horseback riding was not skilled, and they slowed down the overall cavalry.

"Zpihiko, slow down your people. What's the matter with this dead horse, go? Wait a minute, slow down! ”

Shylock, barely controlling the military horse under his crotch, complained to Zpischko.

At the head of the army, Zpiško looked back at the fat merchants at the end, he had the urge to discard them, but soon he gave up on the idea, because the three men were still useful.

The cavalry army had no choice but to slow down its march.

……

On the outer hills of Dracula's castle, a fat man was prostrate on the top of a bare hill, he tried to stick to the ground, but his fat ass still had to be raised high, and it was particularly conspicuous from a close distance, but after the distance, he only felt that there was an extra dirt bag on the hill.

"Great God, they are leaving. Oh my God, it's all cavalry! I don't know the number of vastness, I'm afraid that not all the points will be changed to cavalry, right? Hey, hey? Alas, it's really strange to talk to yourself like this, can anyone reply? ”

"Hey? Is there no one to reply? ”

The dirt bag on the hill twisted his buttocks, revealing the fat face of the profiteer Cheng Yuxiang smeared with dirt, who was pretending to make a phone call......