Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

As of 12:30 noon, the undead army that arrived at the front line to fight the enemy... In fact, only half of them.

The remaining half of the players are still chaotically forming teams around the teleportation points.

There is no way, the newbies who just entered the test have just played for more than a month (outside time), most of the players know very limited people, many people only know a few or a dozen people, and they often spawn monsters and do tasks together My friends, I haven't mixed into the fixed monster spawning group or the fixed task group yet.

For those newcomers who have the ability to command and can start a team in the game, most of the teams drawn out have only a dozen or twenty people, and they are not well-known among the players. Grouping and shouting people are not as good as familiar faces Veteran players are so smooth—after all, it is up to the team leader to decide the battlefield and distribute the loot to the whole team as fairly and justly as possible (team members in the team supervise each other, so it is not so easy for the loot to be stolen). Unreliability is very important.

The players who hung back to the teleportation point kept passing by the players who were forming a group and rushed to the battlefield. The players who hadn't mixed into the group or were still waiting for the group leader to form a group were also very anxious...

"Hurry up, when will you be procrastinating!"

"Come and join the group and set off, 60 waits for 40! A few more milks!"

"I'm paralyzed, the nanny changed her job and refused to help, only thinking of nursing when it came to the battlefield, thinking about farts!"

"I'm begging for milk and God! You're the father when you join the group!"

"Faye who don't have a team, come to our group, all nurses will be subsidized!"

"Nurse 1.5 times salary! Come soon!"

The long-standing problem of imbalance in the number of occupations... has not been resolved by the entry of the four test players.

Fortunately, after all, the player base has grown, and the number of people who have transferred to Faye has correspondingly increased. Some teams that are quicker to attack and plead with the skin have managed to gather enough nurses, and eagerly charged towards the battlefield.

These players, who had tossed for more than half an hour to catch up with the battle, came up and saw the battlefield with jagged teeth, skulls and human heads full of pits, and heard the deafening sound of fighting and the sound of weapons colliding, and they were all excited With enthusiasm, I randomly found a direction with a red name and rushed in...

Then, countless little skeletons glared at them.

"Are you looking for something? Didn't you see that the XX blood alliance is booking the venue here?!"

"Fuck, there is still a private room on the battlefield??" The new skeletons were shocked.

"Find a place by yourself, don't rush around blindly, don't you see the monsters here, we are already fighting!"

"Go over there, there is space over there!"

The new team leader was also in a hurry: "Big brothers, can you be human beings? There are vacancies over there, but it's no wonder you're riding a horse!"

"Stop talking nonsense—oh shit!"

Before the players who arrived first had time to argue whether they won or lost, the Norsk Cavalry Regiment, who had been entangled by them for a long time, launched a charge again, directly smashing through the area where these players were trying to "book out".

The new group leader saw that these guys were dying and fleeing in the blink of an eye, so there was no need to talk about "rules of the rivers and lakes", and he led his team directly and rushed in...

The Norsk Cavalry Regiment, who had just wiped out a wave of undead, didn't have time to wipe off their sweat, and was entangled by a new batch of undead.

There is a gap in combat effectiveness between a team led by old players and a new team of pure cuteness; the original wave of eliminated players can at least stand firm and fight back and forth with the cavalry regiment, while the new wave is no stranger A little bit, and within a few minutes, they were all wiped out by the regiment.

Hanging back to the resurrection point, the players of the "Battlefield 5-Minute Tour" did not feel depressed at all, but were extremely excited.

"Our team grabbed a knight sword!"

"Hahaha, our team grabbed a wristband, double enchanted!"

"It's so cool, hahahaha! It's really more profitable to fight the battlefield than to spawn monsters!"

"Stop beeping, hurry up and gather before going over!"

The group of newcomers who entered the fourth test, did not know how long they squatted on the forum before getting the "inside test account" they have been thinking about, and how many experience posts posted by old players; Veteran players are proficient, but a group of more than a hundred people can always get one or two things if they play black hands at the same time...

While the player teams on the frontline battlefield were being wiped out one after another, some player teams that were resurrected and regrouped or just pulled up went to the battlefield one after another.

Countless player teams, large and small, surged repeatedly between the resurrection point and the battlefield like an endless wave, rushing towards the camp of the Norsk coalition army one after another, and all the "red IDs" with red names on their heads they could see "Humanoid monsters" collided, entangled, raised and lowered their hands, plucked their hairs...

The team of players participating in the battle ranged from dozens of people to hundreds of thousands of people. Their strengths were uneven, and there was no such thing as a unified pace and mutual cooperation; And I don't want to let other people take advantage of the mistakes.

But even this kind of loose offense that stretches the hips to the limit and has no coordination at all is enough to cause headaches.

The Norsk coalition forces can't see the ID on the player's head, let alone understand that the "KABAKABA" sound made by these undeads from time to time during the battle is actually scolding other undeads, and they don't have the energy to distinguish whether these undeads who are rushing up one after another are from the same batch ——From the perspective of the Norsk soldiers and the coalition officers observing the battlefield in the rear, they seemed to be fighting against an army of undead that would never be reduced, never killed cleanly, and several times their own strength!

"I've seen a ghost... Tarantan's undead have increased so much, don't the bastards of the Rhine royal family know at all?!"

In the camp of the coalition army, on the observation tower overlooking the battlefield, there were densely packed skeletons, and Admiral Lucian, who could not see the end of the wave of undead with the naked eye, slapped the wooden tower angrily.

The undead of Tarantan will rob equipment during the battle, will drag the opponent away on the spot when they lose their physical strength, and will be immortal and infinitely resurrected - the difficulty of the enemy, Admiral Lucian has notified the whole army before the battle.

Similarly, the weakness of Tarantan's undead is not a secret among the coalition forces... Individual combat power is not strong, and they need to be resurrected infinitely in a specific area where some kind of summoning circle is placed.

In Admiral Lucian's plan, the battle against the undead army should look like this: once these undead appear, send spellcasters to find the resurrection area of ​​the undead, and blast them into white ground.

If the Nightmare Butcher goes off in person, he will send a group of mages to restrain, besiege and even strangle him; he will flatten the area where the dead are resurrected, and then run over with a large army.

If the Nightmare Butcher's strength is so amazing that even the mage group is difficult to limit, then the coalition forces still have a high-ranking priest at their disposal - even if the Nightmare Butcher cannot be killed, the Storm Priest can temporarily ban him.

It is difficult for a storm priest to match a legendary spellcaster in terms of destructive power, but he can still do it by smashing out one or two sealed items and sealing the opponent for several months; The factories in the depths of the Tarantan Wasteland were all packed away, and even if the Nightmare Butcher got out of trouble, there was no way he could recover.

Admiral Lucien, who thought he had considered everything carefully, never expected that his plan would not be able to keep up with the changes...

The human army under the undead regime actually has alchemy weapons to intercept spellcasters from the air!

The number of Tarantan's undead unexpectedly soared several times silently!

Frightened and furious, Admiral Lucian knew very well that the original plan could no longer be used. He had to find a way to solve the current predicament and not let the army be exhausted by the undead.

Soon, this capable federal general made up his mind and issued a military order: integrate all combat forces, leave only one federal army to stay behind, and send out all the rest of the army; the remaining eight spellcasters also went out to cooperate with the army Quickly clean up the undead on the front line, and push the front line to the resurrection area behind the undead as soon as possible.

Deploy the Storm Priest to raid the formation, and once the Nightmare Butcher appears, he will be contained as soon as possible.

As for the human army with alchemy firepower... As long as the haunting undead army and the hidden nightmare butcher are eliminated, this army that only dares to hide behind the undead army and shoot cold arrows is nothing to worry about!

The Norsk Federation has "rich" experience in suppressing rebellions. Although it is procrastinating and slow to respond in its own internal affairs, it does have a bit of a "style" of a strong army in military operations; The soldiers quickly completed the integration and cooperated with the mage group to dispatch.

I saw with my own eyes that the eight Nosk spellcasters whose companions were shot down from the air were conservatively only floating in the air at a low altitude of tens of meters. The large-scale magic and the ground forces pushed flatly, and quickly cleaned up all the undead who rushed to the front of the camp. The front line steadily advanced to the rear of the undead army.

The players who suffered heavy casualties... the first thing they did after being resurrected was to curse.

"The NPC will unite in the open space, and will push the player back. I am really convinced!"

"It's poisonous, why do you set such a high AI for a mere NPC, isn't the dog planner thinking about it!"

"If you have the ability to engage the Faye BOSS to push the players, if you have the ability to let the Faye BOSS land! If you have the ability to open the flying mounts for the players!"

"Can you weaklings who turned into rangers do something serious and shoot down the Faye BOSS? Are your bows for display?!"

"RNM you do what you want, I'll give you the bow!"

Cursing and swearing, this group of players continued to rush towards the battlefield in a very honest manner... Being bombarded and killed by the boss of the magician has not been experienced once or twice, and they know the weakness of the boss of the magician In terms of battery life; at worst, rely on a pile of corpses to consume all the blue bars of the Faye boss before fighting. There are many people on my side and I can be resurrected, without fear at all.

After being repeatedly wiped out by the Faye BOSS and the ground NPC army several times, the players who were pushed back several kilometers even came up with a new trick:

"Level [-] players don't go to the front of the NPC formation to die! It's not worthwhile to be hacked to death by the minions, gather at the direction of six o'clock and twelve o'clock!"

"The Faye BOSS will throw big moves to the crowd. The first-level players will go to help consume the Faye Boss' big moves. If you play a few more rounds of the Faye Boss, it will be useless!"

"Everyone cooperate, none of us will continue to fight the battlefield unless the Faye BOSS is abolished!"

"Anyway, they are all going to die. The players at the first level should cooperate and die meaningfully!"

Players are a group... there are everyone, but few are afraid of death.

Anyway, dying on the battlefield is nothing more than spending a few more minutes on the road, and those who usually like to argue with others don't bother to say "why don't you send it"; Newcomers follow the trend and gather in crowds, either calmly or painfully watching the cool large-scale magic falling from the sky...