"Action."

One of them shouted in a low voice, and as soon as the words fell, they all evacuated.

And tens of seconds later, the mounted catapult was launched instantly.

Boom!

Boom! Boom!

Boom!

The projected package was pierced before it hit the ground, and in an instant, the yellow and white things in the sky were sprinkled, and the moment a transcendent came out to check in anger

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

Three bazookas slammed into the walls of the manor, and the explosion of the two bazookas instantly swept the transcendent into it.

Without checking the results, the player who fired the cannon directly wiped his neck and committed suicide without any hesitation.

In the next moment, the elite-level transcendents fell beside them, but they could only watch a few corpses in impotent rage.

One manor after another, one shop after another, and one team after another of zero-level players who committed suicide, some succeeded, some failed, and the data was reported level by level, and summarized level by level.

"Commander-in-chief, this is today's report, a total of ninety-eight actions, and the purpose of harassment has been achieved.

Among them, 21 were successful, killing 2 transcendents and 17 ordinary soldiers.

However, with the martial law of Red Maple City, it is becoming more and more difficult to send supplies to the city.

In addition, the materials for gunpowder in the city have also been put under control, and it is difficult to obtain them. ”

"Don't worry about it, as long as the brothers' resurrection points are not leaked, it's no problem for people to be in the city.

Control?

It's not that I look down on them, a port city, a medieval port city talks to me about control.

In the next life, the public relations team will strengthen the public relations of gangs and urban defense forces, and take a multi-pronged approach.

The structure of the aristocracy inherently determined that they could not be united.

Don't talk about them, we can't do it.

In addition, these nobles will not hold out for long, but it is up to them to decide when to start a war and when to stop.

At the very least, the master has to leave one. ”

The young player said coldly.

"On the bait side, whether they bite the bait or not, they must always be prepared."

"Understood."

In reality, in front of a huge sand table, this pale young player kept giving one command after another.

Under his control, a coalition of players composed of more than a dozen guilds is like a large and sophisticated machine, biting each other and operating efficiently.

Returning to the game, simple workshops in the wilderness quickly prepare gunpowder.

Raw materials come in, gunpowder comes out.

What they didn't notice, however, was that after a shipment of charcoal had been brought into the makeshift workshop, an invisible eagle eye was watching the makeshift workshop from above.

Hawkeye watched as the charcoal was prepared into gunpowder, packed into gunpowder packets, transported away, and then dispersed directly into the hands of team after team of players.

The huge eagle eye watched this scene, and did not do anything to these workshops and these players, but only traced the location of each workshop bit by bit according to the magic marks on the materials.

Watch the flow of this gunpowder, while some are quietly transported into a base.

"City Lord, two professional-level transcendents died on the spot today, and one transcendent who was seriously injured before died."

A guard in heavy armor said, his tall body kneeling respectfully on the ground, not daring to look up.

At the conference table in front of him, the faces of the five nobles were a little ugly.

During this time, the losses were very heavy, both financially and humanly.

The cessation of trade with the outside world made many nobles in the city complain, and even blamed them.

If that's all it takes, as long as the master level doesn't die, then their status is unshakable, and even if everyone else dies, their family can still maintain their status.

It's just that they themselves feel a little difficult to ride a tiger.

Players who have died many times are weak and can be easily killed by anyone.

But there are no limits to their resurrection, and it seems that they can be resurrected anywhere, killing endlessly, and still harassing endlessly.

And no matter how you kill this group of players, they maintain high morale, and even kill more and more.

And at the beginning, the plan to hire players and players against players was all in vain.

Players who were originally in contact with each other and players who received benefits were all cut off.

And although they can now easily recruit a large number of players who are willing to help them do things, often the money is given without any news, and they run away after taking the money.

Seemingly overnight, these players, who had a grudge against each other and didn't know each other, began to refuse to contact them.

And there is nothing moral about it.

If you give money, you will receive it, but you don't do any work, and you will be a white prostitute.

They were still in too much of a hurry.

However, although they understand this, they have no intention of bowing their heads directly.

The face of the nobility does not allow them to bow their heads, which is not only the dignity of the family, but also the capital of their command of other noble families.

That's one of them, but the point is that they also don't have any decision-making power anymore.

Their true essence is the master, and in the same way, they have to obey the master.

The guards retreated, and in front of the conference table, everyone was silent for a long time, and finally ignored the problem, pointed to the hidden base in the projection on the table, and said.

"They've built another base, let's destroy it first, don't think about it so much, we still have to think about how we can get more players back."

Although they felt that it was difficult to ride a tiger, no one could afford to look down on these player bases, and said casually.

Not only them, but they had the same attitude when the news reached the hands of several master transcendentals.

"I'm going to guard the church, Andrew, Jason, which of you goes?"

"It's my turn, I'll go."

Jason took the initiative to say, and the old nobleman threw a spell scroll to Jason when he heard this, and then pointed to several professional-level transcendents in charge of production in the projection.

"Help me bring them back."

"Hey, group human immobilization."

Jason looked at the spell scroll and nodded, and the old nobleman looked at Jason's departing back, didn't care, and instead took out a bottle of amber delicate potion.

Open the lid and drink it all, the moment the potion is entered, he senses that the strength that could not be improved in the slightest has been improved again, and a trace of frenzy flashed in the eyes of the old nobleman.

If there are enough potions, it doesn't seem like legends are out of reach anymore!

Looking at the death report presented, the old nobleman casually put it aside and began to cultivate instead.

However, his strength and exercises had reached a bottleneck decades ago, and no matter how much his cultivation had improved, he had not improved by all.

The old nobleman picked up the potion again.

Legend!!

In Base 1, several logistics series of professional-level transcendents are being produced in a steady stream with the cooperation of other players.

Unconscionable cannons, improvised bazookas, grenadiers, improvised lathes, and one item after another have been crafted to provide logistical supplies for the player's coalition forces.

It's located away from Red Maple City, in the heart of the wilderness, and all players have never entered Red Maple City, meaning they haven't been captured.

In addition, all the materials brought in have been subjected to the strictest inspection, and the headquarters has simply done the best of secrecy here, and the importance of this place can be imagined.

If this place is destroyed again, the entire plan will be affected.

This is one of the most important bases, and at the same time, it is also a secret mission.

On this day, the player went through production normally, but without any warning, all the sentry posts did not have any warning, and a figure was directly crushed from the sky with a powerful momentum.

In an instant, everyone was crushed to their stomachs.

Just when they felt wrong and were about to commit suicide, a spell scroll unfolded, and all the professional-level transcendents fell into a coma and were directly photographed by Jason.

At this time, Jason suddenly felt a sense of crisis growing below, not only was he not in a hurry, but he even wanted to laugh a little.

However, before he could leave the scope of the crisis, there was a sense of crisis in the opposite direction.

An ominous premonition suddenly appeared in his heart, but before he could thank him, in an instant, a sense of deadly crisis came from all directions.

But fortunately, he can fly, and the air is still blank, after all, there is no way to hide bombs in the air, and these players still leak

As soon as the thought came to mind, there was an instant roar in my ears.

Boom Boom Boom!

A cannon was fired, but none of the shells were aimed at Jason, but it was more frightening than aiming.

Immediately, a deadly sense of crisis came in the air.

And this is only a few breaths after Jason sensed the crisis, and at this moment, seven or eight shells in the air, far and near, in the base below, all the explosive packs buried around the base burst into light and heat at the same time.

In an instant, explosions from more than a dozen directions directly sandwiched him in the middle, and in an instant, crisis warnings from all directions instantly enveloped his heart.

Jason couldn't laugh.

"Boom !!!!"

(End of chapter)