Quadruple split

Misha County, below the city of Meda

A temporary defense line of less than a hundred people is already crumbling, and people's physical strength and spirit are gradually collapsing. These teams composed of adventurers, players, and a small number of civilians have been here for nearly sixteen hours. In front of them are thousands of weapons. Mutilated corpses and mutants several times the number of these 'warriors', those monsters who are not hungry, tired, or afraid are constantly attacking the defense line. They may not be that powerful, but with that The physical fitness is far better than that of ordinary people, but it is always expanding the results at a stable frequency...

Behind the temporary defense line is a group of trembling civilians. These poor people infected with the plague are vigilantly protected, with more than a dozen 'hunters' wandering around them. If anyone shows signs of going crazy, they will be killed. Cut off the head as soon as possible, because the first few dozen seconds after the infected person turns into a monster before his physical fitness has significantly improved are the best to kill.

They had no choice but to be on guard, because the thousands of corpses not far away and the monsters that were frantically attacking the defense line were the same kind as these people not long ago.

Therefore, although these infected people who are always on guard are afraid, they are not dissatisfied at all, because they all know that if another ruthless city lord were to sit in Mida City, then their group would probably have gone crazy before He was ordered to be killed.

"Ahhhhh!"

"Uh uh..."

"Ah! Ahhh!"

Another burst of howls sounded from the crowd, and then several agile figures passed by, raising a few half-human heads.

"I was talking to him just now..."

An elf thief who looked young stood there blankly, looking at the headless corpse in front of him in disbelief. The red short knife with black elements in his hand was trembling slightly.

"It's good. If you had hesitated just now, you would probably be like that guy now." A black panther appeared silently beside the elf girl, raised its paw and pointed not far away. A dwarf ranger collapsed in a pool of blood: "That poor dwarf was talking to someone just now, but unfortunately his reaction speed is slower than yours."

The elf girl had tears in her eyes and nodded sadly: "I understand, Mr. Black Leaf."

Then I heard an angry yell...

"Rotten Leaf, you have time to talk nonsense with others, why not come over quickly and treat my wound!"

The young thief looked back and saw the dwarf lying in a pool of blood standing up unsteadily, staring gloomily at him...the druid beside him.

"It's a pity you're still alive, Lomu." The black panther curled his lips in a very humane manner, and then sauntered up to the side of the very stubborn dwarf, rolled forward on the spot and transformed into a look-alike The feminine brown-skinned elf skillfully took out a small earthen jar from his pocket, dug out a piece of brown paste and quickly applied it on the wound on the opponent's waist: "Endure the pain, it will heal soon." , and then remember not to do anything like that during this period... Oh, sorry, I forgot that you are still single, so there is no taboo."

The dwarf ranger glared at the druid in front of him fiercely, then stood up with a grin on his face: "This job is really not done by humans."

"Sorry?" Druid Eman Heiye sneered and pointed at the shaky defense line not far away: "Will you go and change with them?"

Ranger Lomu squatted on the ground, changing the string of his two-handed crossbow and said without raising his head: "If it weren't for the lack of manpower here, I would go, hey, do you have any steel wire left? Mine is Run out."

The druid shook his head.

"If you don't mind, please use this!" The young elf girl from before ran over and handed a ball of light pink silk thread to the low-level ranger: "The magic web spider's silk is what I left when I was making traps. Down."

"Um, thank you."

"You're welcome! Then I'll go on a patrol first!"

"Oh... um."

After a period of silence, Druid Heiye returned to his previous black panther state, and glanced coldly at Luo Mu who was in a daze next to him: "Your thoughts are very dangerous."

Luo Mu turned his head to change the bowstring: "What?"

"She is more than a hundred years older than you."

"go away……"

On the other side, the front line of the temporary defense line

Byrne, the guard captain of Mida City, violently knocked away the two mutants, then smashed the head of the one on the left with his backhand sword, turned back and shouted to his adjutant: "Have the number of these monsters decreased? "

The female adjutant carrying the shield nodded: "Yes!"

"But we are almost at our limit here." Byrne sighed and looked around at the scarred soldiers: "It will be dangerous if we continue like this."

The female adjutant nodded: "Yes!"

Captain Byrne, who has the strength of an intermediate professional, rolled his eyes, panting, raised his foot to step on a monster with only the upper half of its body left, and stabbed it with a sword: "The last group of mercenaries are out." If you help, there should be no reinforcements in the city, right?"

"Yes, yes!"

"Did you get beaten stupid!?"

"Yes, yes!"

"..."

…

Twenty minutes later, the effective combat strength of the defense line under Mida City was less than 70 people. Some of the battle losses were caused by being temporarily retreated to the rear due to loss of strength or serious injuries, and some were caused by those desperate mutants. He was dragged out of the position alive and torn to pieces...if those broken wooden piles could be called a position.

"Old Li, I can't do it anymore!" A tiger half-orc with two totems stuck in front of him staggered to the ground and waved to the big braided dwarf priest next to him: "Stop adding blood to me. It’s been ten minutes since my physical strength hit bottom, and I’ll collapse if I try to cast another spell.”

The dwarf priest known as Lao Li glanced at him, raised his finger and pointed not far away: "Your wife is surrounded by a bunch of zombies."

"Wife!!" The orc shouted and stood up, waving his two furry fat hands forward: "The elemental spirits listen to my call - cross lightning!"

Crackling!

Two rays of purple lightning spread out from his hands, electrifying several mutants around an elf female warrior until they twitched.

"Thank you, dead man!" The beautiful female elf warrior turned around and blew a kiss to him, and then a heavy storm cut the paralyzed mutants into seventeen or eight pieces.

"Halo of justice." The dwarf priest raised his hand and waved a red halo, giving everyone around him some strength and endurance. Then he looked back at his old classmate: "Aren't you quite energetic?"

The latter lay half-dead on the ground, sticking out his tongue to dissipate heat and lowering his voice: "Nonsense, my wife has finally become younger for once. What if she accidentally dies and is reborn as a goblin?"

"Old Zhao, don't say a few words like this crow. Everyone has basically reached their limit." The dwarf priest, who believes in the God of Justice and Courage, smashed the head of the mutant dog (kobold mutant) in front of him with a hammer and turned around and said: "Change the mana totem."

Shaman Zhao nodded, smashed the earth-bound totem in front of him with a slap, then condensed a slender blue totem out of thin air, and thrust it into the ground: "After this battle is over, I will take my wife with me Go traveling around the world guilt-free..."

"Shut up!" Lao Li turned around and cursed, then asked with a strange expression: "Didn't you two buy the game cabin to monitor whether your children are dating online in the game?"

Lao Zhao smacked his lips: "It's okay, my wife has become younger anyway, so just pretend that there is no such child!"

"You're so generous... No, wait a minute!" Lao Li was about to say something, but suddenly his face became solemn and he frowned: "Did you hear anything?"

"What?" Lao Zhao blinked, felt it carefully, and then said in shock: "An earthquake!?"

"Earthquake, sir!" The elf female warrior from before had already rushed back, stretched out her plate gloves, pressed her husband's head hard and turned it hard: "Look over there."

"It hurts...that's it!"

"knight?"

"So many knights!"

"Paladin! I saw the holy symbol of the Sun God!"

"There is also the Dawn Sect, ah, thank the goddess!"

More and more exclamations sounded, and the morale of these motley army composed of civilians, guards, players, adventurers, and mercenary groups suddenly boosted. They were so happy that they even squeezed dozens of mutants into the defense line. Fight back!

Then I saw the knights not far away changing their formations instantly. The torrent of steel that was originally pushing flat like a wall turned into two sharp triangular assault formations in the blink of an eye, stabbing fiercely like two sharp bayonets. come over!

Blessings of strength, infusion of holy power, aura of piety, and magical spells that even low-level paladins can master spread out from them like ripples. These knights from different sects have completed the status blessing in a moment, and He neatly raised the heavy lances.

"There is nothing to be afraid of as a knight, but when they start to charge in organized groups..." Shaman Zhao, holding a mana totem, said to his daughter-in-law seriously: "They will be unstoppable! Even a group of them will The worst knights, as long as they start charging in groups, they will become the masters of the battlefield! The romance of men..."

So, the next second...

"Goddess give me power!"

The graceful figure fell into the air, and a slender cross swept out, knocking four or five mutants away dozens of meters away. The elf saint surrounded by holy light arrived first before the knights. Battlefield: "God said, I will punish the unclean things!"

Two golden hammers several meters high roared down from the air, smashing a dozen monsters at the front of the defense line into ashes~

[Holy Word: Hammer of Punishment]

"The rest is left to you." Xia Lian majestically turned around and shouted to the knights who were close at hand: "Quick victory!"

"Yes, Your Highness the Saint!"

Two torrents of steel filled with holy brilliance flew past Xia Lian, and hundreds of uniform war roars exploded, almost knocking the exhausted saint down.

…

"A man's romance?" The 'young' elf female warrior who was less than forty years old glanced at Shaman Zhao with a half-smile, and chuckled: "I'm so embarrassed~"

Old Zhao blushed and held it in for a long time, and then started to scream strangely with the NPCs next to him: "Long live Her Royal Highness the Saint!"

"What is it called!" The female elf punched her husband to the ground, then jumped on her feet and waved her arms vigorously: "Long live Her Majesty the Saint!"

…

The battle will be over soon

Although Xia Lian brought low-level paladins this time, these disciplined men still killed more than two hundred mutants in the first round of charge. What Lao Zhao said before was not wrong. Under the premise of collective fighting, there is almost nothing more terrifying than the profession of 'knight', especially on the vast plains. As long as the speed of the knights reaches a certain level, they can even rely on something similar to ' The power of resonance' or 'synchrony' is immune to most low-level magic. As long as there is no excessive difference in strength, no one can survive intact without allowing the knights to charge freely.

That classmate who said that artillery regiments and tank brigades of the same size are not afraid of the Knights, sit down!

A total of more than 500 mutants were wiped out, and they (and their stumps and limbs) were piled together and burned, while those plague-infected people who had not yet mutated were released by Xia Lian with a group healing holy word, and then It was guarded by dozens of knights, who would not only take care of the injured but also shoulder the task of 'cleaning up' the mutants as soon as possible.

The miscellaneous army who fought bravely established a small garrison not far away. They could not return to the city until the priests determined that they were 'safe'. These people who dared to fight out of the city were very sensible, so they And no comments.

…

ten minutes later

Mida City, City Hall

Unlike the previous hardest-hit area, Hofer City, Mida City has not undergone large-scale evacuation and relocation. Its administrative agencies are still functioning until now, so Xia Lian and others are under the leadership of the priest Furman. Came here directly to meet the city lord.

It was an elf man who was over six hundred years old but still energetic.

"I'm Solaning Feng. I'm glad to meet you, Her Royal Highness the Bamboo Leaf Saint Xia Lian, my fellow racer." The middle-aged elf in a hunting suit smiled and leaned over to greet Xia Lian.

Xia Lian, who looked a little pale, nodded slightly: "I'm glad to see you. I hope we arrived in time."

"That's enough, Your Highness the Saint." Lord Sola patted the arrow pot on his waist and said with a smile: "I, an old guy, almost joined the team as the last reserve team."

Xia Lian was stunned for a moment, then took a closer look at the city lord who seemed to be mediocre at first glance, then looked at him very weakly, and asked subconsciously: "Go up to him and die?"

Sola: "..."

Mo Tan, who really couldn't stand it anymore, coughed dryly: "Your Highness the Saint, do you mean that you want to go up and live and die with the soldiers?"

Sola smiled and nodded: "I don't want to be the last person killed in this city and have a bad reputation."

Xia Lian: "So you are going to die?"

Sola: "..."

‘How did she live so long without being beaten to death? ’

Mo Tan quietly sent a message to Yu Chen.

‘You may have good luck (⊙ω⊙`)’

Yuchen replied instantly.

Chapter 183: End