Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The sun rose in the east.
William led his army of players towards the orichalcum mine.
The Winged people had deployed three legions composed of middle-level professionals. These powerful units had silver-quality equipment. Their main goal was to take back the orichalcum mine, walloping the Heavy Spear tribe could wait.
They traveled in haste. When they arrived near the vicinity of the mine, they saw that a 3-meter perimeter had been cleared around the forest. The Orcs made use of the wood to construct simple fortifications to prevent an attack by the Winged people.
This was done under Altaic’s orders. The trees around the mine were to be cut, and the wood harvested, used to construct defenses. In addition, the Elves could not hide on the trees and snipe at the Orcs.
“My Lord, the Dawn Army is here. William brought along an army with 40,000 to 50,000 soldiers,” a Vhoul timidly reported.
The senior legion commander who was in charge of guarding the mine was also a pale Orc. He glanced at the Vhoul and laughed coldly. “Is that the Dawn Army or the Dawn Mercenary Team? Are you blind?”
“My Lord, I… I made a mistake,” the trembling Vhoul scout leader sprawled on the ground.
“Get lost. If you make another mistake, I’ll kill you.” Arles gave the Vhoul a kick before looking at the other three legion commanders. “The attack on the city yesterday was just intimidation. The three legions from the tribe were trash. They were defeated by the useless mercenaries.
“The situation in the east of the tribe is not looking good. A battle that could erupt anytime looms over our heads.
“We need more orichalcum to produce stronger armor. Our tribal chief will give me two legions as reinforcements. I hope the three of you won’t disappoint my brother.”
Two of the legion commanders were epic pale Orcs while the last commander was a master-level pale Orc. They nodded at Arles.
Arles was Altaic’s blood brother and a powerful pale Orc.
The Heavy Spear tribe was home to many pale Orcs. The reproduction ability of the Orcs was strong due to the presence of hundreds of thousands of Orcs.
Altaic gave an order recently. Only pale Orcs could mate with female pale Orcs. He wanted the tribe to become stronger.
Altaic had the Orc’s heroic bloodline and was far-sighted. If he could make the pale Orcs powerful, he would have the chance of establishing the pale Orcs as the rulers of this desolate location in the second era.
Altaic scoffed at the Dragon’s clansmen who wanted to cooperate with him but were unwilling to give him his deserved status. Altaic could only decline their alliance.
The Dragon’s clansmen wanted to take over the Heavy Spear tribe. The battle with the Dragon’s clansmen would start very soon.
Altaic was very concerned about the armor quality. After a deliberate scouting, he discovered a mithril mine and the Winged people’s orichalcum mine.
He believed that if he could occupy the two mines, becoming the ruler in the east of the Blackleaf forest won’t be too far off.
The Dawn army moved closer to the orichalcum mine.
Altaic who had gold-quality armor wielded two battleswords. Waving at his army, he shouted, “All will prepare for battle. Let those d*mn Trolls loose. As long as the Trolls harass their reinforcements, I’ll have time to kill the Dawn Mercenary trash here.”
“Oooo!!!”
The sounds of the battle horns pierced the air.
The low walls that were stacked using wood and rocks were guarded by Orcs wielding longswords. The archers who were stationed behind readied their bows.
Numerous catapults were being pushed out and huge rocks were placed next to the machines.
An Elfin player climbed onto a tree and saw the scene. He was so shocked that he fell off the tree.
“Gosh, they even have catapults. Are they so brutal?”
“I noticed some heavy-duty crossbows…”
Chu Liuqiu discovered the Orcs’ war machines and was taken aback. “It’s for real.”
Xiao Ayin glanced at Chu Liuqiu and said, “Cut the crap. Your nickname is smartass. Think of a plan immediately.”
“How can I come up with a plan? We have to follow the Prince.” Chu Liuqiu was not only the leader of the Glory Club, but he was also the master strategist of virtual games. It was a shame that he did not have any good plans.
The players did not have any plans.
But William had plans!
He published an additional mission.
All the players were taken aback when they saw the mission information.
[Attrition battle: Brave chosen ones, William Blackleaf knew about your revival abilities. Make use of your revivals to consume half of the Orcs’ arrows and catapult rocks.]
[Mission Introduction: Please be cannon fodders.]
[Mission Difficulty: C]
[Mission Reward: 0~??? experience points]
[Mission Reward: 0~??? Contribution points]
The players were speechless when they saw the new mission. Was the mission introduction given by the game intelligence too mischievous?
The players sighed. The game was too realistic. Even the NPCs were starting to exploit the players’ revival abilities.
This situation also occurred in Iron Nation so the players were not surprised.
None of the players declined the mission.
Chu Liuqiu was a smartass. He had an idea. Could he remove his equipment before he sent himself to die?
He appeared beside William and said, “Prince William, can I leave my equipment in the care of your personal guards?”
“Ah? William frowned but nodded and said, “Yes…”
He knew the sad fate of the players, because NPCs were not fools…
Chu Liuqiu handed the equipment over in the care of the 500 personal guards of Prince William. He wanted to brave the battle with his indestructible brief.
When the other players saw Chu Liuqiu’s gimmick, they gave the thumbs up. “Chu Liuqiu’s awesome. How did you think of such an idea?”
“You’re awesome. We’ll give you our support and let you become the top three star professional.”
Chu Liuqiu stroked his thinning hair and laughed loudly. “Thank you. Give your support to my pretty Xiao Ayin. I’m a middle-aged uncle and too old to go for such a title.”
“You have good taste.” Xiao Ayin removed her equipment and weapon while covering her chests with both her hands. She wanted to stop those leering eyes from staring at her.
All the other players started to hand over their equipment. As there were too many pieces of equipment, the recording officer had to use a feather to record down the equipment list…
The Orcs were bewildered by the action of their enemies.
They were about to fight. Why were their enemies removing their equipment?
Were they looking down on the Orcs?
Arles was furious. He wanted to show these fearless mercenaries some color.
The players picked up rocks and tree branches and charged towards the Orcs.
The rocks from the catapults fell from the sky like a meteor shower.
Booming sounds were heard incessantly.
It was like an earthquake.
Heavy arrows pierced the sky, and they penetrated seven to eight players in a single shot.
White flashes appeared on the battlefield.
New mercenaries appeared near to the army flag. Then they charged again into battle.
Arles was stunned.
“Chosen ones?” He inhaled a gust of cold air and remembered the Heaven’s will.
“I don’t believe they have unlimited revivals. Kill them. Slow down the catapults and the crossbows. Let them get close and kill them with swords.” Arles laughed coldly. “You have your gimmick, but I have a strategy.”
