Apart from these functions targeting the enemy, the formation provided them with a significant enhancent. Each witch had a clear role, and when and how they would act was distinctly planned.
For example, when the positions of Heaven and Earth would act, the Dragon position needed to coordinate. And when the Tiger position attacked, Heaven and Earth had to cooperate. The Wind position had to pay attention to the Snake position, and if needed, the Snake could rely on Heaven, and so forth.
In short, everything was highly detailed, indeed, just as Lord Clown had said before. If they couldn't win with this, they might as well hit themselves to death with tofu.
For a mont, the eight witches were stunned by the miraculous tactics of Lord Clown. However, the shock could wait until after the fight. The important thing now was to beat an already faltering enemy even more.
Thus, like children who discovered new toys, the eight witches began enthusiastically cooperating according to the instructions.
As a result, they got more and more addicted to the gaplay. With every punch and kick, every Fireball Technique and Ice Arrow Spell, they felt exceedingly joyful, just as if they were teasing lions and tigers from behind the safe barrier of a zoo cage. They enjoyed the helpless frustration of their opponents.
Usually, they were accustod to fighting solo, but now they discovered that teaming up was surprisingly exhilarating. Was this the joy of mobbing?
Regrettably, happy tis are always short-lived. After two more angels perished, leaving the five remaining all injured, Lord Clown's voice rang out once again.
"Alright, that's enough. It's ti for you to co back; the enemy reinforcents are arriving soon."
Although they were highly engrossed in their play, the eight reluctantly halted their actions and retreated without looking back. In an instant, they disappeared into the dense fog of the battle formation.
Five or six seconds after their withdrawal, three angels rushed in hastily. Gazes full of panic fell upon their severely injured teammates and the remains of the other four dead mbers, unable to comprehend what had just occurred.
However, the angels' shock was now irrelevant to Dorothy. At this mont, Hobody Witch focused mainly on the four witches who initiated the formation.
Their massive early advantage was established, and the rest could be handled by developing further. The most crucial task now was to urgently build an armory and start producing troops. After all, the real Eight Trigrams Formation was a military formation strategy. It only grew stronger with more soldiers to construct the formation; the small scale formation of just eight felt sowhat unsatisfying.
But it must be acknowledged, King of Luck's aura was genuinely impressive. The random allocations of the Child of the Forest didn't all hit the mark, but three out of four did. Only the King of Luck, who had run out of luck, missed completely.
Alas, it shows that aside from those capable of controlling fate, regular lucky ones still couldn't escape the influence of the Law of Conservation of Luck.
After briefly consoling the Child of the Forest, who felt particularly unlucky lately, Dorothy shifted her attention to the few resource points.
After all, this wasn't so computer ga where resource gathering was simplified to a re click of the mouse for resources to be accrued. In this ga of War Chess, resources really had to be collected manually.
Among the three resource points she had identified, one was a forest that could produce wood, another was a mine that could produce tal, and the last one was a farm that could produce food.
These were the three most crucial resources in the ga. Wood and tal were materials for constructing buildings, while food was the resource needed to produce troops.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it even includes elents of farming and developnt, eh? Wait a minute, wow, there are even wonders to be constructed?"
Sitting atop the temple throne, Dorothy suddenly touched her chin, energized as she reviewed the ga rules.
If you ntion this, the civil engineering witch won't be sleepy. This was her area of expertise, after all.
If you had said earlier that wonders could be constructed, who would bother fighting anymore?
...civil engineering witch in ecstatic joy...
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