A few days after a tentative attack was blocked, the attacks in three directions of Plague Town did not stop.

The player guilds on the three fronts had to wait for the deployment and support to be in place, so they didn't move, but the casual players who joined temporarily didn't have so many ideas.

They took turns attacking in their own way, and the courageous leadership of these new players allowed them to understand the process of "Real Otherworld" in a few days, and this process also led to a lot of casualties due to the unique hairiness and eyes of newcomers.

After a few attacks with lost troops, the newcomers also learned to behave.

They also began to learn from the old players, and began to huddle together with a variety of rather obscene but useful sneak attack tactics to try to challenge these quest elites.

First of all, Lao Qin took four art students to lure them by digging traps and using small barrels to accurately bomb them, and they also caught two knights of the underworld and exploded skeleton horses, so in the next few days, "little monsters leading horses" began to be formed one after another.

Its mode of action is rather obscene.

Use means such as retardation or traps to slow down infantry mobs to achieve "monster" separation, and then set fire to the elite undead on horseback, the action is quite accurate and efficient, and when you succeed, you will run away and not entangle with the undead who come around.

After coming and going, it has developed into a "turn-based game", which is really laughable.

This "sit-down war" between the two sides did not improve until the arrival of support forces on three fronts, and after the support forces were in place, the speed of the official attack on Plague Town accelerated dramatically.

On the hill camp occupied by the student party, Major Ron, wearing a hat to cover his scarred bald head, stood majestically by the position with a command knife, and he and Colonel Fraser, who was beside him, looked down with binoculars in hand.

In the distant position behind the two, twenty field guns from the support of the Pioneer Corps were already lined up.

The objects of war shimmer under the gloomy clouds of the swamp, pointing to the sky like thorns of steel, and well-trained artillerymen are busy adjusting the angle of their shots, and specialized surveyors are adjusting their special orbs in their hands to set the guns to shoot the elements.

The scene of these "regulars" coming out of the battle made a group of new players who watched the excitement next to them, and they made a series of harsh comments on the appearance and behavior of these gunners, and then planned to see how these NPCs shoot up close, so that they could learn a trick or two.

Maybe it's your turn to use it in the future?

Major Ron's previous injuries at the sentry had healed, but his burned hair and beard had not yet grown, so his appearance would look a little strange, but that didn't affect the Major's complacent mood at this time.

Over the past period, he and his soldiers have proven their mettle in battles in the swamps.

And now the Gnoll Vanguard, who can advance here and face the danger, means that the soldiers of the Plantagenet Kingdom have touched the skirt of the Goddess of Victory when fighting against the vanguard of the Black Plague.

Although the Trancians were at the forefront of this battle from beginning to end, if this was a war cooperation, then there was a part of this victory that could not be ignored.

"Now my dad has no reason to scold me for being a fool, he always emphasizes that scars are a man's medal, ha, now I also have a medal that belongs to me."

Major Ron thought to himself, and he put away his binoculars, asked Colonel Fraser, turned on his horse, and rode back to the artillery position on the skeletal war horse that he had named "the trophy".

Immediately, two artillery ensigns came to report that they were ready to open their guns to help the battle, and the 300 assault infantry brought by Fraser were also ready and ready to go into battle at any time, of course, without the orders of the vampires on the front line, these soldiers would not take the initiative to participate in the battle and would only protect the artillery positions.

"The goal is set ahead! Skeleton Army positions on the outskirts of Plague Town! The shelling direction has been confirmed, and the school artillery is ready! ”

As soon as Ron gave the order, the artillerymen immediately activated.

They finally checked the readiness of the twenty guns with a short and effective process.

When everything was ready, the two field guns on either side of the position fired one after the other, and in a low roar and the ground shook, two high-explosive shells infused with burning gold exploded on the undead positions on the outskirts of Plague Town below.

Although the scene was far less shocking than when the incendiary bomb exploded, this heavy weapon dedicated to assault was definitely destructive in terms of destructive power.

The two calibration rounds were very accurate, perfectly destroying a fortification on the undead position, and the addition of burning gold strengthened the power of the cannonballs when they exploded, and the flying fragments almost blew the undead around the landing site to pieces.

This real movement of war also made the players of the Western Front who gathered to prepare for the charge cover their ears, although some guys shouted on the forums all day long that we need real artillery, but in fact, this scene in front of them is probably the first time in their lives to see the power of cannons.

"Holy! This firepower is so strong that I don't know where it goes. ”

Three catties of sweet potatoes stared wide-eyed at the masonry flying across the undead position in front of him, and he saw with his own eyes the comical scene of an unlucky undead shield hand being blown into the air by an explosion and turned into eight pieces.

The young man couldn't help but complain:

"It is worthy of the god of war, and the little tube in our hands will immediately become Mrs. Niu."

"Where is this?"

Lao Qin, who was pillowing a rifle in the trench next to him, held a grass stalk in his mouth, and commented disdainfully:

"The Plantagenet only uses small and medium-caliber field guns now, and I've talked to the Witch Hunters before, and there are heavy artillery in the Pioneer Fortress that are designed to destroy positions and walls.

Marshal Loren's stubborn request to build the steam railroad tracks near the Frontier Fortress is said to be to transport the 'Super Heavy Artillery' to the front line, but the size and weight of the thing means that it cannot be transported by ordinary means, and must be mounted on a steam train to complete the rearmament and rapid transfer.

In my opinion, the development of artillery on this continent is already close to the level of the Napoleonic era, and another great war may be able to advance it to the level of the quasi-First World War.

However, the engineering technology here is indeed quite bizarre, and the technology tree is completely crooked.

It can create such a powerful artillery and can be equipped with a 'fire control system' driven by an arithmetic orb, but it can't make a fully automatic weapon, and it is also very unconcerned about the development of individual weapons, and the overall war mode even stays in the era of cold weapons.

Even if there was an element of psionic energy in it, it would be too strange. ”

"I don't think it's weird!"

The "bottle of ketchup" on the other side of Lao Qin retorted in a low voice:

"Master Qin, you have also seen how those vampire veteran players fight, the efficiency of them rushing up with psionic weapons to cut down the undead is much faster than when we use bullets to fight slowly. If you can pull out a knife to solve it, you don't need to spend time on making guns, right? ”

"Well, that's right."

Lao Qin nodded, glanced at the side of the mountain again, and said:

"Cover your ears! The covering shelling that destroys the position is about to begin, and when the shelling is over, it's up to us soldiers.

Remember what I've been teaching you these days!

Don't punch and lunge hard, you have to learn to cooperate with your teammates when you go to battle, and unless you're a real Wolf Warrior, never think about doing everything alone.

That's right.

Stuff all the gold bullets you bought from the Plantagenet Pioneer Camp into your guns. ”

"Damn, this thing is expensive."

Three catties of sweet potato roast reluctantly took out a pack of special bullets from his waist bag and filled his beloved trench gun, he whispered:

"The front line is distributed for free with this pack, and if you want it later, you have to pay for it yourself. A small pack of burning gold bullets is enough money to buy ten packs of ordinary bullets, or use ordinary bullets, right? Save these good bullets and use them to fight bosses. ”

"!"

Lao Qin slapped the sweet potato on the brain, and he scolded:

"Is life or money important? When do you still want to save money? We were the first to charge, do you know how high the death rate is?

It's a game! ”

"But that's the game!"

The scolded sweet potato burned and replied aggrievedly, leaving Lao Qin speechless for a while.

All right.

In their eyes, this is a "game", and they may be a little too harsh.

Thinking of this, Lao Qin shrugged his shoulders and said:

"Whatever.,If you want to stay, keep it.,But I think the little monsters are all of this strength.,If you really encounter a boss, you may not have a chance to shoot a bullet.,Even if you shoot it, you may not be able to hit it.。

Listen to me, little ones.

At the moment, we are all rookies, so don't think about becoming famous in a fight, practice hard, and wait for the next time you fight again, it will be your time to make a name for yourself. ”

"Boom Boom"

As soon as the words fell, a series of loud noises tore through the silence of the battlefield.

The shaking of the earth was transmitted to the temporary trenches, and suddenly there was a ghost crying wolf howl, and many people covered their ears and rolled and screamed that they were about to be deaf, and the guys who had been reminded in advance covered their ears, opened their mouths slightly, and raised their heads, looking at the battlefield in front of them that was "repeatedly ravaged" by the rapid fire of twenty guns.

Hitting low from a high place naturally has a "terrain bonus", coupled with the fact that the artillery of the Pioneer Corps is really powerful, a wave of bombardment is like a blade of flame splitting the undead position in half from the middle.

After the explosion of the cannonballs falling to the ground swept through the area, the originally arrogant undead army also wilted, and the smoke and dust filled with the smell of gunpowder were scattered, and there were cannon craters and stumps and broken arms everywhere.

Mr. Li, who had been waiting in the trench for a long time, was the first to jump up, wearing a full set of chain mail and holding a large knife in his hand, he swung forward fiercely, and the shrimp catcher next to him released the familiar sound of charging at the right time.

In the next moment, hundreds of players with weapons and NPCs assigned to the area under the name of "Punishment Camp" let out a ghostly wolf howl.

They leapt from their trenches and launched a straggler charge in front.

The shelling is not over yet!

These guys are almost rushing forward under the shelling, without the slightest timidity of the legendary "recruits afraid of artillery", but with a kind of freedom and madness like wild dogs, and even faintly filled with an incomprehensible "joy and expectation"?

This scene made Major Ron on the hilltop position sigh helplessly, and he said to Major Dunn Hope, who was beside him and commanded the artillery to come to support:

"I'll never understand the brain circuits of these Translansians, our soldiers don't dare to do that, how can they be so confident about our fire support? If a shell misses, they themselves will have to be blown up first.

Are these guys really fearless? ”

"Perhaps."

Major Dunn, who had a slightly feminine face, carried a command knife on his shoulder, and he glanced at Colonel Fraser, who was observing the battlefield with a telescope not far away, and whispered:

"But I now know where the Marshal and Fraser's fears about the Transans come from, and it is really a headache for us to encounter such an enemy on the battlefield. At least now, however, they are our allies, standing together against the gnolls.

It really makes people feel a strange sense of relief. ”

On the western front, they received fire support from the pioneers, allowing them to take a quarter of the enemy's position after a single charge.

Their progress is not insignificant, but they are not the fastest of the three fronts.

Although the Northern Front of Brother Bang also has the participation of the Thorn Nightkin and has cleared almost one-fifth of the undead command nodes for them in advance under Brother Bang's instructions, in comparison, the fastest advance is still the southern defense line.

That madman put all the 3,000 tree men he had on hand into the battlefield in one go!

This directly led to the fact that the number of warriors on the player's side on their front actually surmounted the ghosts and corpse witches stationed on the opposite side, and it was almost unimaginable to have a numerical advantage in various battles in the past, but now through the strange "development and operation" it has really been achieved.

Seeing that the war was going well, Brother Woo Meow made a cameo appearance as a pioneer in this battle!

He rode his demon hunting steed and charged forward with the Vam Decapitator, slashing and slashing in the name of Avalon, and the legendary blade was devastating, and every axe cut down in front of you would be split in two, regardless of whether it was a heavy shield or psionic energy in front of you.

The scene was violent.

The Red Knight Reserve was able to kill and activate the rage, and he took an activated group of Bloodwood Treants as his followers, and he shouted "Avalon Greatest" like a humanoid monster.

Wherever he rushed, the line would quickly collapse.

However, this scene was somewhat strange in the eyes of the paladins in the rear.

"You, a natural believer, carrying a barbarian artifact, chanting the name of Avalon under the gaze of Berserker Vam, isn't this a kind of NTR for the fuck?"

Uncle Ferding complained fiercely.

This middle-aged knight with strong self-esteem obviously didn't intend to let Brother Meow be pretty, so he quickly rushed to the front with his knights, and also shouted in the name of the Holy Light to start eradicating evil.

A huge number of tree people are used as cannon fodder in front of them, and the players who completely let go of their hands will cross the sea to show their magical powers.

Reeds and Pomegranate were probably inspired by the bombing campaign before, and the two vampires flew over the undead on the left and right, dropping the bombs in their bags.

Little Rich Brother and his manticore lion did the same.

However, it is a pity that the positions on their side are mostly disembodied creatures such as ghosts and resentful spirits, which leads to the poor effect of the bombardment, and can only make some shocking light and shadow.

But that didn't matter, after two hours of such an efficient push, the Southern Front was finally the first team of players to break through Plaguetown's last defense.

At the cost of more than 800 tree men, they were able to penetrate the enemy's position and use the remaining explosives to completely shatter the southern gate of Plague Town.

The defeated wraiths and necrophils fled into the surrounding swamps, and with no one to hunt them down, players rushed in waves to tear down the dungeon's doors.

But there's no way to move forward after that!

Because the Warlock's Tower's defenses had been activated, the substantial translucent psionic barrier was like a wall blocking their way into the interior of Plague Town.

However, soon, the eldest lady Fimis, who was the "dungeon strategy guide", appeared on the southern position where there were still traces of battle.

Fiimis looked at the messy position around him, then at the new players who were excited to scatter to hunt the lone elite monsters, and then at Brother Meow and the girls of the Silver Moon Regiment who were sitting on the ground panting in front of him.

The eldest lady of the NPC who took the initiative to play the role of an NPC for the first time knowing that she was an NPC was not nervous, she showed a serious expression and confirmed:

"Have you really decided to start your assault on Plaguetown right away? I think you should take a break. ”

"No, you don't!"

At the end of the rage and very weakness, Brother Woo Meow stuffed a handful of witch hunter's secret medicine into his mouth like a jelly bean and chewed it open, and while he endured the strange taste of the secret medicine, he waved his hand and said:

"Our lead is only temporary!

The other two fronts will soon break through the obstacles, and we must seize that lead. Miss, please start the psionic countermeasures immediately.

We must storm the town of Plague in one fell swoop and put an end to the evil here once and for all.

I could hear Boss Avalon whispering to me, he was unhappy with the filth that existed, and that we had to do the will of the gods. ”

"I think it's more likely that you're too tired and you're having auditory hallucinations."

Philimis complained.

But seeing that the players were full of momentum, she didn't have much persuasion, and immediately started the psionic countermeasure ritual on the southern position.

There is nothing to say about this process, and Phimes has been preparing for a long time and has made improvements at the magic level under the guidance of Trith, so that it only took her ten minutes to accurately find the node of the Warlock Tower and the swamp psionic connection, and then through the spread and obstruction of the scarlet aura unique to the staff of Nightscream, she successfully broke the psionic defense in the southern area of Plague Town.

The heavy psionic barrier quickly dissipated like shattered glass, and a door appeared to enter it, and the imposing Meow rushed in with a snort of the Vam decapitator, so fast that the others had no time to stop it.

But there is no need to stop it.

Because three seconds later, Brother Meow howled and was kicked out, and he fell headlong at the feet of Sister Pomegranate and broke the stone, highlighting an embarrassment.

Sister Pomegranate and the others raised their heads, and on top of the dozen or so steps in front of them, there was a tall figure that everyone was very familiar with.

"! Isn't this Kenpot? ”

Xiao Wei screamed:

"Why is it alive again? I remember it very well, it was Brother Cat who cut off its head with an axe! The head was still hanging from the gates.

Wait, some time ago it seems that the Blood Rat Gang issued a wanted notice, saying that Kenpot's head was stolen.

Blanched, was it stolen by the gnolls here? ”

"It's 'Zombie Kenpot', and the development team must have reused old materials, a real chicken thief. However, considering the name and background of this team dungeon, the appearance of this zombie boss unexpectedly makes people feel reasonable.

It's okay, it's okay.

There's no need to hit the headache-inducing three boxes this time, and it's over if you get rid of it. ”

Orchid Flower took off her sword and shield and took a defensive stance, and the Nord's bloodline power was activated, allowing her to apply an ice shield that could absorb damage and slow enemies in a chilly air.

After the update and enhancement of racial talents, human shields like Orchid Flower are finally no weaker than the defenders of several other classes.

But Rao is so, and the orchid has no confidence that it can withstand the big zombie in front of him, which has obviously been strengthened by the power of the plague and necromancy, not to mention, there are four zombie brutes like him and four demon spirits suspended in the air next to this zombie Kempot.

Scald!

Is this a fucking "parliamentary war"?

(End of chapter)