Chapter 1980: Chapter 661: Don’t You Transia People Ever Stop? Addicted to Building Wonders, Aren’t You?
As Maxim and Lionea led the People’s Army towards the vicinity of the Split Claw General’s tent, the remaining players began to let loose.
All the Wolf People on the vanguard front were charging towards the Military Governor’s camp; they were obviously trying to rescue their Grand Marshal from the brutal Transia People’s thunderous assault.
But to achieve this, these guys had to first get past the “human wall” ford by the players. After sending the NPC scheduled for decapitation into the designated area, the players had no more worries, leaving only the enjoynt of battle.
After all, the initial goal of this action was just to help 1600 newbies quickly farm a set of honor equipnt. Considering the crazy battle process just now, every participating player will gain an incredible amount of honor points once tonight ends.
Now that the basic objective has been overfulfilled, the players began to pursue greater and more glorious results.
“Kill! Charge! Follow ! Vam is watching us! Present a grand victory for The Fury!”
The blood-soaked giant shark was still as “full of energy” as when he appeared, like he took off his clothes and rolled hard in a pool of blood. With his current image as a bald, bloodthirsty man, it’s hard to believe he’s not chosen by the god of Khorne.
However, seeing how the giant shark wielded his battle axe without a hint of exhaustion, it was clear that Vam was very satisfied with tonight’s battle.
The deceitful The Fury surely has given the giant shark so strange strength; otherwise, with his current killing speed, an ordinary person’s arm would have been numb long ago.
But in such a heated battlefield, having an indefatigable Formation Breaker like the giant shark is incredibly effective.
At the very least, the newbies would be filled with confidence and morale because of this.
Out of the 1600 newbies, only less than 400 remained after executing several suicide assault tactics, but they showed no fear. Instead, they charged back and forth with the giant shark in the enemy camp, like frenzied bulls guided by the “Blood teor.”
Wherever the giant shark and his Vam comrades charged, they followed suit!
Fighting with bullets and knives, when bullets ran out, they swung their guns like war hamrs, when knives broke, they leapt forward using teeth and fists. Blood-soaked battles drove them mad, while the berserk fury of the victory wine made them want to tear apart their most unpleasant mories.
The Wolf People in front of them seed to beco their most hated forms, and the final blow was destined to be the perfect exit of the final struggle.
Facing a group of such humanoid beasts, even the Wolf People would be fearful.
Wherever these mad newbies went, even the bravest Wolf People would be repelled by the dishonorable suicide tactics.
Having reached this level, the newbies were already seeing red and stopped picking crowded places, as long as the mighty Giant Shark Brother couldn’t finish off the enemy in one strike, there would imdiately be a newbie volunteering to act as a sacrifice for victory, using a decisive self-detonation to defeat the enemy.
Often, a few corrosive storms would flash by, tearing through the Wolf People’s line, letting the giant shark “exploit the gap.” Vampires overhead threw explosives, montarily making the players’ held ground strangely stable.
The exhausted brothers hurried to stuff so at strips into their mouths to replenish satiety; others drank alchemical potions to stay alert. In this chaotic land, they ford a temporary defense line, surrounded by Hall of Fa mbers wielding brutal chain saw swords defending closely.
Everyone knew the newbies’ self-detonation wouldn’t last forever. Once they’re “exhausted,” the old players would have to hold the line for the final scene.
“Look! Colonel Fraser’s unit is trapped!”
Lord Qin, ditating with his eyes closed, was awakened by Lin’s shouting beside him. He rose up abruptly and saw that not far from where the players were, the artilleryn of the Goldenrod Kingdom were being besieged by a group of Wolf People.
They were probably trying to rush over to join the Transia People, but unfortunately, they didn’t have a group of players brave enough to self-detonate to kill. Plus, being few in number, it was indeed difficult for them to quickly break through when faced with an ocean of crazed Wolf People and Gnolls.
Even Colonel Fraser, often ridiculed by many players as a “scumbag sissy,” was personally taking the field now.
This guy held a Commander’s sword in one hand and a Crimson Revolver in the other, slashing at the approaching Gnolls while loudly urging his soldiers not to fall behind.
Fraser’s adjutant held up the Goldenrod Expanding Army Corps’ battle flag, standing firm like a reef in an erosive tide, while four Silver Guards assigned to the periter of the battle formation ensured the soldiers’ advance and were always ready to escort the colonel off the battlefield if the situation turned unfavorable.
“Lord Qin, should we save them?”
ow Brother, dragging a Dwarf Giant Axe, ca over to ask, the sly socially savvy person glanced around, then whispered:
“Honestly, it doesn’t matter if we don’t save them; given the urgent situation, no one can bla us. That guy’s guards are strong and will surely get him out; it’s just a pity for the soldiers who followed.”
“How can we not? Let’s put the grievances between the two countries aside first; they are allies who assisted our attack! We don’t have the bad habit of staying unmoved when our allies are in trouble.”
Lord Qin took a breath, swallowed a bottle of alchemical supply that temporarily stimulated energy, and gestured to the Old Soldier of the Qing dynasty beside him. Imdiately, a flag-bearing player pointed the direction of the battle flag towards the position where Colonel Fraser was trapped.
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