The Game of Demon Hunter

When the image in front of the witcher's eyes brightened again, the aborigines came back to life and continued what they were doing just now.

Under the command of Abraham, the surviving slave soldiers cleaned up the corpses at the gate, and the heavy metal gate slowly closed again.

"Where are you?" The witcher stood on the city wall, observing the swarm of insects gathered in the distance. The hissing of the insects seemed a bit distorted across a distance of several thousand meters.

"What conspiracy do you have?" Xu Yichen sent a short message to Yang Yuefan. The only place in the whole fortress that he didn't enter was the high tower.

"The mage is reporting the situation here." Yang Yuefan replied after a short pause: "This place has been abandoned. This mage is calling his own airship to come and pick up the goods."

The witcher looked up at the tower behind him, and sneered: "This mage is really a bit ruthless, what is your plan?"

"The country is very interested in the powerful power of the Witch King. Since the mission happens to be refreshed here, I plan to catch someone alive and explore the way." Yang Yuefan's tone seemed more gloomy than that of the witcher.

"How did I hear that we have dealt with those nuns in China?" Xu Yichen remembered that the monk Tang Sanzang once talked about the loess area.

"That was just a small conflict. The goal of our intelligence department is the real ruler of the New World." Yang Yuefan didn't know where he was hiding, and seemed not at all worried that the mage would find out his whereabouts, chatting with the demon hunter with great interest Tian: "These casters have a fairly modern organizational structure and productivity."

"It took more than two years for domestic players to control the government after the game started, and they have already set their sights on the world." Yang Yuefan found a comfortable position in the magic tower and monitored the movement of the mage: " These witch kings and mages are as conspicuous as pearls in the dark in this feudal society."

"Didn't you communicate with the players of the US Emperor?" The mercenaries behind Xu Yichen were counting their wounded and dead, and the atmosphere seemed a bit depressed.

"Those hard-working people are the first players to enter the game, and they are all assigned to the New World according to their geographical location." Yang Yuefan's tone revealed joy: "It's a pity that they were either captured by the witch kings as slaves, or fled to the border region as a guerrilla, or went to South America to compete with the barbarians for territory.”

"They can't get in touch with such a high-end force as the Witch King. If it weren't for the fact that there are still a few Witch Kings from the lawful and good camp who have drawn out a free territory, I'm afraid..." Yang Yuefan suddenly paused: "Wait Wait, the mage got a reply, the airship will arrive here in three minutes."

"Got it, we'll be ready." The witcher flexed his muscles, and it was better to fight people than bugs: "When the airship arrives, we will be responsible for armed capture. You control the mage."

"Understood." The amateur assassin from the relevant department smiled at such a safe and defenseless mage.

Simply notifying the other people of the target of the battle, the witcher said to Abraham, the Templar Knight: "There may be some troubles in a while, and we are going to give ourselves a chance. Do you plan to wait here to die, or do it with us?" ?”

Judging from the previous mission prompts, I am afraid that the corresponding battle group talent [Spirit of Freedom] is related to the slave-born Templar in front of him.

The witcher didn't know what actually happened inside this fortress in history, but after the player intervened, Xu Yichen directly took over the command, and the story line has completely deviated.

Since the appearance of the hidden mission, he has been thinking, if there were no random players, would this fortress have a chance to survive the previous fierce battle?

Without him, who would stand up and lead the overall situation in this fortress? What about commanding these slave soldiers and mercenaries?

Apart from this Abraham, who has always seemed a little silent, there is no other candidate. Only he can control these slave soldiers and form a real line of defense.

In this kind of war-level battle, those mercenaries who are used to small-scale combat, professionals have little room to play.

How on earth did they do it? Or how exactly did Abraham do it? Without the support of these players, how did they stop the first attack of the swarm? Caught that giant bug?

The witcher looked suspiciously at the Templar in front of him, waiting for his answer.

After Abraham heard the words of the witcher again, he was startled, feeling as if his thoughts had been seen through, and asked with a trembling voice, "What do you mean?"

"The mage has already called the airship to transport the bug, I think he may not count us." The witcher pointed to the bugs gathered in the distance: "Those things will not always be honest. stay there."

"What do you want me to do?" Abraham narrowed his eyes and said to the witcher, "I'm just a templar who just got out of the slave class, and those mages are still my masters."

He pointed to his head and said with flickering eyes: "As long as he wants to, I will become a thoughtless puppet, unless he is willing to touch the oath on my body and give me back my freedom."

"I see, maybe he is so enlightened?" The witcher said with a half-smile, "You just need to do nothing for a while."

The templar nodded cryptically, and gathered his slave soldiers together, vaguely surrounding the orcs: "My people can restrain those monsters for two minutes at most."

"Enough." Xu Yichen turned around and sent a message to Yang Yuefan: "Don't forget to ask our Master Mage to return freedom to these brave fighters later."

On the distant horizon, a ray of light has appeared in the east, and a huge airship is faintly visible sailing in this direction.

Every time Xu Yichen saw this kind of simple aviation equipment made by mages, he would feel the genes belonging to predators in his heart boiling.

Sooner or later, we must get one of these things!

As the airship gradually lowered its altitude, everyone in the fortress saw this giant.

Excluding the players, less than ten of the mercenaries recruited by the mage can still stand on their own strength, and the eyes of several seriously injured wounded are full of joy, and they are finally leaving this ghostly place!

Mage Werther looked at the people below with a sneer: "You guys should stay here."

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