The Game of Demon Hunter

When the sky finally darkened, a smaller airship appeared in the sky, with red lights twinkling, and docked right above the fortress.

"Boom!" A metal box was roughly thrown inside the fortress, and the airship then sprayed white steam and slowly raised its altitude.

"Do you think there will be a group of monster soldiers coming out of it besides those monster weapons?" The bored mercenaries pointed at the box and made bets with each other.

Before the battle came, this group of blood-licking guys could only pass the time in this way and relax themselves.

Li Yanlong and the monk Feng Wuyi opened the box with a crowbar, revealing the goods inside, a whole box of large armor and heavy weapons.

Just like what the mage said, these equipments were really made temporarily, and the thick armor had no decorations or patterns.

The rough surface, with the dark gray after metal oxidation, shows a unique industrial aesthetic.

The huge warhammer and wheelaxe were randomly piled into the box without even adding the most basic anti-skid technology. A metal helmet rolled all the way to the feet of the witcher as the box was opened.

Xu Yichen reached out and picked up the helmet, which weighed nearly five kilograms when he got it, and the rough edges were even a bit thorny, he looked up at Yang Yuefan: "Assembly line, stamped and formed, apart from the bad aesthetics, this thing's defense is quite impressive. "

Of course, Yang Yuefan understood what the witcher said. At least during this period, the Witch Kings had already completed the preliminary increase of productivity to the industrial level.

Compared with the Far South region, where the manufacture of weapons and armor is still at the level of handicrafts, the gap between the two is quite huge.

"Templar, Abraham Lincoln, take out the 'Uruk' Uruk's equipment and distribute it to those Uruk." The strengthened voice of the mage Werther came from the tower: "If they don't respond to the equipment If so, ask your people to arm them with these equipment."

Abraham shrugged, and led a team of slave soldiers to count the equipment inside: "Maybe those orcs will eat me before the bugs."

"I've seen their distant relatives, the green ones, they really eat people." The witcher introduced the prototypes of these things, which almost made the Templar's legs weak.

"Mercenaries, adventurers, please pay attention, your mission is here. After one hour and eight minutes to one hour and seventeen minutes, the swarm will arrive at the No. 370th military station." The voice of the mage Werther Echoing throughout the base, all the mercenaries stood up straight and began to prepare for battle.

As the slave soldiers emptied the iron box, the interior of the box gradually revealed complicated patterns, and the voice from the tower sounded again: "Mercenaries, I need you to put a bug that is intact into this box." Box, your mission is complete."

The captain of the Sword and Shield team stood in the middle of the square: "Master! How should we evacuate after we complete the mission! We all know that this broken place will not last!"

This group of mercenaries had planned to directly control the mage when the mage Werther arrived, and asked the other party to let him leave this ghost place.

But the Templars told him tactfully that the only end of doing so would be to attract high-level mages and burn all the living things here to ashes.

There is no negotiation, no compromise, only obedience and fair trade, this is how people in the New World perceive mage groups.

"I have paid a high enough commission, and my only request is a living bug!" The voice of the mage Werther came from the top of the tower: "Although I also think that the possibility of you surviving is very low, but your only My hope is to resist the attack of the swarm here and wipe them all out here."

"I'm sorry everyone, I can only help you kill more bugs and reduce your pressure." Even though he said so, there was no apology in the mage's voice.

"I won't do this damn mission!" A lone wolf mercenary roared towards the tower, "If I can't survive, you don't even want to get any bugs as pets!"

The next moment, a bolt of lightning from the sky split the unlucky man in metal armor into a corpse, and he twitched reflexively on the ground.

"Sorry everyone, any behavior or individual that may affect the mission is not allowed." Mage Werther said calmly: "The first thing you should worry about is my mission, because if the mission is not completed, even if you are lucky enough to be able to complete the mission from now on." Survive here, and be physically annihilated by me or other mages after that."

"The priority of the task is far greater than the meaning of your existence." The voice on the tower completely stopped, leaving only the mercenaries outside silent.

"Okay, don't be in a daze, let's make it a priority to survive here, you all heard it! The bugs are coming soon! Keep your spirits up!" The witcher clapped his hands, attracting everyone's attention: " I don't intend to be the ration of bugs!"

Several players looked at each other and smiled. These mercenaries will not be able to do it this time if they don't work hard. This is a good start for their mission.

The Templar commanded the slave soldiers to talk about the guy who was hacked to death, moved into the barracks, and looked into the distance with a serious face.

Although the sun had already set, a group of artificial light sources on the top of the tower where the mage was located illuminated the entire steel fortress, allowing the defenders to easily see thousands of meters away.

Underfoot, the subtle vibrations along the ground made the witcher walk up to the city wall with his weapon: "Get ready to start the carnival! Our guests are coming!"

The female samurai took out the bottle of 'Tyran's Thick Phlegm' given to her by the witcher. Of course, Vittoria always thought it was called 'Green Lava', and Xu Yichen made up the name casually.

Vittoria knocked off the mouth of the bottle on her shield, and drank most of the bottle in one gulp: "Finally, this is the life I want!"

"Fight! Never stop fighting! That's right, this is my place of glory!" The mad cow stood next to the female warrior, holding up his weapon, and slapped his chest vigorously with the other hand: "Come on! If this is my last battle, let me honor my tribe with the blood of my enemies!"

The battle cries of the barbarians boosted everyone's morale.

When the others took their places, the mad cow cautiously asked beside the female warrior: "If we all survive and finish this battle, will you marry me back to the tribe?"

"No, get out." Vittoria rolled her eyes and swung her flail, thinking that this person might be sick.