At the beginning of the dungeon, Murphy rushed into the unpredictable purple storm ahead with his astral wolves as a plot NPC should be "elusive", just like the "glorious image" of those legendary "monster madmen" who made a mess and ran away by themselves.

But the players behind him didn't run around like they did in the group this time.

On the contrary, through repeated discussions in the forums for the past two days, they broke into three groups and rushed out in different directions under the guidance of the "player map" according to the different tasks of their respective teams.

People are obviously planned.

Especially with the help of the "veterans" who have been completely reborn along the way with Murphy, even the young players who are new to the game have quickly become presentable.

As Murphy wanted to see, they spread out like a real group of "professionals."

After all, in the 100% realistic ghost game of the real Atlas, the area of the team dungeon is unimaginably large, and there is no such annoying thing as the "air wall", which means that players must make good use of their manpower in order to complete the dungeon strategy in the shortest possible time, and complete the team mission that has been delegated and shared in advance.

The "Crimson Hammer Scythe", which has the largest number of people under the command of the onboard happy stick, took on the most difficult task of sabotage.

They were to charge along the central axis of the Gnoll camp until they reached the core camp where the Gnoll Warlord Kempot was.

It was definitely the hardest and most stressful journey.

Therefore, in addition to Brother Bang's original 30 people, the other 50 scattered people with strong combat experience among the small players were also under the command of Brother Bang.

Brother Meow's "Big Bird Circle" should take advantage of their ability as Avalonian believers not to be disturbed by the filthy forces in the astral psionic region on a large scale, leading people to destroy all the materials hoarded in the Gnoll's tent, and burning or stealing the things that the Gnoll Bandit Gang relies on to survive.

Without that stuttering, the sheer number of jackals alone would have been enough to crush these unproductive bastards.

The most important thing is that Brother Meow has to destroy several guard towers used by the gnolls for communication in the shortest possible time, once the fire is lit, then the astral shadows in this place will also be dispelled a lot, which is very bad for the player, and will also allow the chaotic gnolls on the periphery to get orders to rush in to support.

That's a big deal.

Finally, there is the "mission group" composed of girls and a group of administrative and manufacturing players who are not good at fighting.

Their main task is not to fight, but to find the mysterious "pangolin" in the scope of the dungeon, and assist it in completing the "mysterious force" to be established in this group of raiders.

This will be the first force that players will single-handedly prop up on the continent, and it must be taken seriously.

Theoretically, the strength of the administrative and manufacturing players led by the girls is the weakest, and it is very dangerous to let them move freely, but the guards that the administrative players can equip play a wonderful effect at this time, and the combat effectiveness of these elite soldiers gathered together should not be underestimated.

All three teams acted according to the plan, and they were all ready to sacrifice their "three days, one life" advantage to achieve tactical goals.

However, like Lord Murphy, who was evaluated as "kind" at this time, the player team was also taken aback by the intensity of the battle in front of them after stepping into the real battlefield.

It's not too hard.

It's not as hard as they think.

Well, that's not true either.

After all, those gnolls who were washed away by the filthy spiritual energy and went crazy did not weaken their destructive power, but they were also given a [Never Defeated] super buff because of their crazy minds.

This makes it very dangerous for lone young players to be pulled into a 1v1 situation, especially those who have not yet passed the Black Iron Trial.

However, the price paid by the gnolls who survived the end of the astral impact for this "fearless death" reinforcement was catastrophic.

They gave their brains to do it

This turns them into a bunch of demented beasts, only known to attack the closest life to them, and even fight each other with red eyes when the little players are not approaching.

Such a chaotic situation is nice for a group of players who perform decapitation tactics.

Especially in the eyes of a commanding character like Happy Stick, he was immediately ecstatic and shouted at the top of his voice in the communication of the team framework:

"The development team has finally adjusted the monster value to a reasonable level this time, brothers, don't worry that this copy will be the same as last time. I'll just say, if the outrageous situation happened again and again, this copy system would have failed too much. ”

This immediately sparked opposition from others.

As a supporter, the leader of the student party who was incorporated into the Bang Ge team led the big pigeon to flap its wings and fly in the air, swinging his staff to smash a cloud of psionic lightning into the gnolls in front of him, and then throwing them a spiritual attack like a psychic scream.

He coquettishly "moved" in the air to dodge the arrows below, and retorted:

"Which eye do you see that the monster stats are nerfed? Didn't there just now a brother rush too fast and was knocked to death with a stick? I don't think these gnolls have been weakened, but have been strengthened by the astral psychic energy into their brains and made into a bloodthirsty and crazy state. ”

"You know a der!"

Brother Bang replied very unceremoniously:

"Balance is not just a simple and crude cut, that's something that only third-rate dog planners do, and I admit that they haven't been weakened much at the individual level, but the logic of their actions has changed!

Take a good look, little fool!

We pushed over and killed three waves of nearly 100 elites along the way, and we only lost less than 5 people ourselves, do you dare to think of this under the intensity of the Blood Vulture Corridor?

In addition to the improvement of our own strength and adaptation to the rhythm of cooperation, the biggest reason is that these gnolls have lost their minds!

It's just going to rush up and send people to their heads, just like ghouls in the sewers.

You don't even need to change formations!

They can be eliminated with the simplest shield in front and the spearmen behind.

Monsters with brains are scary, and elites without brains are meat on the chopping board! I have 99 ways to kill them.

I now feel like we can play a little bit more aggressively."

Floating in the air and observing the dark terrain around him like a storm, he quickly made a decision.

"Brothers! Collect the Molotov cocktails and bombs in your bag and give them to the flying vampire players to carry them, and the dexterous players will be out on the line! ”

Brother Bang made up his mind, and he shouted in the team channel:

"With our current coordinates as the center, we will rush forward and left and right in three directions to lure the monster back! Not too much, one wave at a time, the shieldmen are ready to execute the defense.

The vampires will listen to me in a moment! ”

"Cluster bombing?"

The cat brother who was holding the sword and shield suddenly raised his head and asked:

"Brother Bang, are you going to trap and kill them? Wouldn't that be too risky? ”

"No, this terrain is suitable."

Happy Bar squinted his eyes and said with the help of a condescending observation perspective:

"There's a semi-permanent position ahead, and I suspect there's at least one boss there, and it's a nightmare to start a boss fight in that kind of cramped terrain, and it's best to lure it out to fight here.

Executing this tactic requires cleaning up all the surrounding monsters.

Although there is no time limit for this dungeon, don't forget that Lady Tracy and Master Murphy overloaded the shield core of the Crimson Keep in order to carry out this astral rift, which is now in an undefended state.

If we drag on here too long, the casualties on the Crimson Keep's side are estimated to be quite horrific.

We must hurry!

The sooner the better.

I have a serious suspicion that there is some sort of 'soft rage' mechanic here, where raids and the defenses of the Crimson Keep seem to be unrelated, but are actually tied together.

If we can't kill the Gnoll Warlord at a certain time, we'll let them escape, and if we let it deliver a key order, it will probably turn the tide of the battlefield at Crimson Keep.

This would have frustrated the tactical purpose of defeating the Gnolls with a single hit, allowing the event to continue.

Don't underestimate the malicious intent of the development team in this regard. ”

Bang's analysis makes sense, although it lacks a little bit of evidence to supplement it.

However, the dog planner who has been "peeping at the screen" immediately felt that Brother Bang's "idea" was quite good, and Murphy decided to send Brother Bang the "assist" he needed most at this time.

"Hey, stop!"

The vampire lord turned his head and shouted to Fimis, who was blocking the area of the Kenpot's tent with psionic energy, blocking the opponent's escape route:

"Leave an empty space, give King Kempot a chance to escape, and let Kudell block it to the north, so that it can only run south."

"Why?"

Fimis's eyes widened, and she asked rhetorically:

"The three of us together are 80% sure we can finish Kempot here, so why do you have to cause more trouble? Don't you know how bad it will end up if you let it run? ”

"I know, I know that if my order misses, it will flaw our tactics that were so successful tonight, and I know that once Kempot runs, it's hard to have such a wonderful chance again.

Believe me! Fimis.

I know exactly what I'm doing! ”

Murphy stepped forward with cold fangs in his hand, restrained the two gnolls who pounced on him with the grip of death, and then pierced the hearts of the two in front of him like a poisonous snake foraging for food, and then smashed the bleeding corpse into the front melee with a wave of his hand, helping Kudel, who was wielding the scarlet greatsword and unrivaled among the gnoll elite, to defeat the gnoll arcane mage on the flank.

Earl Cadman, commanding the Grave Sword Guard's death summons, awakened the wraiths, and cooperating with his own astral wolves to pounce forward, he raised his head and said to Fimis, who was in control of the field:

"I know the stakes of all this, but now please do as I tell you! Kenpot is a worthy rival and prey, and for that reason it must die at the hands of my warriors. ”

"Ahh I'll never be able to understand what's going on in your head? ”

Fiemis screamed with some annoyance:

"Why do you have to take their feelings into account at such a time? Murphy, doesn't victory matter? ”

"Happiness and a sense of accomplishment and a sense of substitution are more important than boring victories. Hey, Femis, see the southernmost tower of the camp that hasn't been destroyed for 15 minutes?

Light it up!

Can it be done? ”

The eldest lady estimated the distance from the height, and she said:

"No problem, it's easy to do, but why?"

"Because they're past the 'time limit.'"

Murphy shrugged his shoulders and said in a subtle tone:

"After the time limit, you have to suffer a little bit of punishment, and a little bit of pressure on them to make them more motivated. Remember when I told you that life is a game? Since it's a game, there have to be rewards and punishments, right?

Light it up! ”

"Whoosh"

The eldest lady made a charged throwing motion in the air.

In the next moment, a dark flame turned into a sharp arrow and flew through the layers of psionic mist, landing accurately on the top of the watchtower at the edge of the core area of the camp.

A dazzling fire lit up in the darkness, dispelling the thick astral shadows at once.

Murphy lowered his head and grasped the core orb and began to edit a new message, and the necessary evil howl came back to block the fierce gnolls around him.

After a few seconds, a prompt pops up on all players' character screens:

[As the Raiders failed to destroy all of the camp towers before the Gnoll Sentinels could act, the first Warning Flame was ignited, and the Gnoll Warlord Kempot Bitingbone, who had been lost in the shadows of the Astral Plane, reconfirmed his position under the guidance of the Warning Flame.

It and its Guards have broken through the first blockade of Countess Under Armour!

The good news is that the hunting baron Kudell has blocked it, and Lord Murphy is also ready to intercept it at the outermost end.

The bad news is that you have to hurry.

Prompt!

After Kenpot Bitbone breaks through all triple blockades, it will successfully escape the camp! This will cause certain changes to the main story in the Translancia region.

Prompt!

Due to the Raiders' mistakes that led to the breach of Countess Under Armour's defenses, Miss Feimis was in a terrible mood, so she would not hand out the victory rewards she had prepared to the testers involved in the battle after the battle.

The drop of additional rewards for dungeons has been changed to 3→2. 】

"it!"

This hint immediately made the little players who were killing the elite jackals in the pit exclaim, and almost made the stick brother in the air lose control and fall to the ground.

He stared at his orb.

The good news is that he guessed correctly, and the dog plot really buried the thunder.

The bad news is that he guessed right, and the dog planner is really not human.

Brother Bang interrupted his command for a moment, and the whole person flapped his wings and continued to rise to a height where he could overlook the entire camp, and then found that the warning flame of a gnoll watchtower had been lit in the south, and that area happened to be the place where Brother Meow's big bird was responsible for cleaning up.

"! Meow! What the fuck are you doing? Why was that watchtower lit up! That's your job! You patted me on the chest and told me it was going to be fine.

Fuck it!

You're going to court martial if you're messing around like this, I'll tell you. ”

Brother Bang's anger at this moment.

His roar irritated Brother Meow, who was trying to set the warehouse on fire to the south, who yelled:

"Hell knows there's a watchtower over there, we've already destroyed three! Damn, this wave of mine, I'll take one less share of the loot. Now without further ado, you guys hurry up and push forward! We'll burn down this warehouse and go to help. ”

Bang quickly calmed down.

At this point, it is unrealistic to expect perfection, but the change of circumstances is not a bad thing.

He glanced away, and the little players were noticeably more focused than before, and with little need for him to command, the vampire players with Molotov cocktails and explosive bombs swept over and over the seduced elite gnolls below like low-altitude bombers.

The Molotov cocktails and explosions they dropped caused a fire that screamed at the bunch, but the shieldmen and spearmen in front of them were even more merciless.

"Hurry, hurry! Let's go and attract monsters! This time lead to more points. ”

Bang shouted.

He also picked up his shotgun and joined the sequence of attracting monsters, and they have lost a treasure chest! They can't afford to lose the remaining two.

Things have gotten to this point and have nothing more to do with the fall, it's purely face!

Damn, your own NPCs have weakened the enemy to this extent, and if you haven't fought yet, it's a bit too much to say.

And Brother Meow's side is even more stinky like a dead horse.

But he had nothing to say.

It was indeed the one he was responsible for that went wrong, directly causing all players to lose a precious treasure chest.

"Holy!"

Brother Meow rubbed his face fiercely, and he scolded:

"I knew that this dog plan must be lived, this time it was a fucking shame, and I don't know how to laugh at them when I go back to the forum."

"It's not me saying, brother, we have to stand up when we are beaten."

The little hand next to him who threw a torch at the warehouse persuaded him:

"How can you not make a mistake with the strategy dungeon? Calm, calm, you see, our main task was not successfully completed? ”

In front of them, the area where the entire Gnoll Gang's remaining supplies were stacked had been completely ignited, the flames were burning, and in the speeding map of the flames, there were other brothers fighting with the Gnoll elites who rushed over to try to extinguish the fire.

But Brother Meow just can't be happy.

The dignity of an old man as a social person feels trampled on by this damn mistake, if it goes on like this, his dream of becoming a player legend will be farther and farther away from him!

A wave of anger burned in his heart, making Brother Woo Meow's eyes become fierce.

"In the name of my god Avalon! Send you and other evil things to purify the sanctions! Kill! ”

He roared on his horse, tossing the bloodwood seed in his hand and unleashing the Oak Knight's natural call. As it took root, the hideous bloodthirsty treemen soon appeared beside him, and under the charge of Brother Meow, they slaughtered into the surrounding gnolls.

Another war sacrifice begins.

And he is going to sacrifice the blood god in the name of Avalon tonight, and kill it happily! Embark on your own path as a Red Knight!

(End of chapter)