System prompt: Welcome to the third floor of Kalita Temple [Relics of God]
The Relics of God will be divided into multiple areas based on the remaining camps.
Each area is divided into two camp strongholds, A and B.
You can win by capturing the opponent's stronghold or destroying the enemy camp. (Occupying the stronghold for thirty seconds will be considered a successful capture.)
If neither side captures the other's stronghold within thirty minutes, the outcome will be determined based on casualties.
The winning side goes to the next level.
Everyone is familiar with the content of the third level, which is a very traditional battlefield capture-the-flag gameplay.
No wonder there is an A at the foot of the hut where everyone is, which turns out to be a stronghold mark.
As tasks change, the system begins to allocate areas.
At the same time, information about the hostile camp appeared in front of everyone in the Tianlong Sect.
Faction: [Millions of Heroes].
Base: B
Alliance Guild: Hundreds of miles of rampant alliance, thousands of troops and horses.
Number of remaining players: 3112.
"Three thousand people... I am crazy..."
Seeing the number of players on the other side, both Zhang Sanfeng and Duan Canglong were stunned. You looked at me, I looked at you, their eyes filled with horror.
Everyone is familiar with the gameplay of capturing the flag on the battlefield.
Just throw the two parties into a small map to capture the stronghold.
The team that captures two strongholds first will win.
The simpler the game mode, the lower the demand for players' tactics, especially in battlefield capture the flag, which is an almost head-on team battle style. The more players there are, the greater the advantage.
If there are too many ants, they can kill an elephant, not to mention that the difference between ants and elephants is not the same.
In "Apocalypse Era", those who can fight two with one are considered masters, and those who can fight ten with one are considered top masters.
Even for professional-level players, facing opponents with the same level of equipment and excellent skills, being able to defeat twenty of them is already the limit.
Even someone as strong as Dai Yuanyuan, a ruthless person, once said that in a head-on confrontation, he would fight forty or fifty at most... One against a hundred, that was a myth and could only appear under certain conditions.
For example, Wang Li, a kite-style player who can kill people in seconds.
After all, players have different professions, including long-range and melee combat. When the professions cooperate with each other, the strength they can exert is by no means as simple as one plus one.
Looking at now, there are only thirteen people on my side, but there are more than three thousand people on the opposite side.
What is this concept?
The difference in the number of people is nearly 240 times. In other words, if you want to win the battle, you must fight 240 per person...
This special meow is simply an impossible task.
Although the two of them also knew that Wang Li and Dai Yuan were too strong to be human, and their powers were boundless and sinister.
But under the overwhelming numerical pressure, the hope of winning is almost zero, it can be said to be very slim.
However, when they saw the reactions of Wang Li and Mana Boundless, they became even more confused.
Not only did these guys not panic like them, but they chatted there calmly.
Just listen to Bai Bu Chuan Yang's nonsense: "Oh, there are only more than 3,000 people in the two guilds..."
It’s only more than three thousand. Is this human talk?
Big brother? There are only a dozen of us.
Next came the Nine-Star Poisonous Milk. The old guy licked his nostrils and said, "Three thousand is enough, Wu Bian, how are we going to fight? Do you want me to take them all in one go?"
"???"
The two of them were almost dumbfounded. What did they say?
In fact, Duan Canglong and the other two often heard Jiuxing Poisonous Milk himself brag that he could defeat ten thousand people with one person.
However, normal people would not take such words seriously, and at most they would just laugh without revealing it. At this time, the meaning of Jiuxing Poisonous Milk seems to be true...
Even the two of them, who had always been most convinced of the boundless magic power, said at this time: "There are only three thousand people, there is no need."
"It's just, there's no need?"
Their jaws almost dropped to the ground.
"Um, bosses... are you serious or are you kidding?" Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but ask.
Duan Canglong also looked at the few people eagerly.
Everyone has been hanging out together for so long, and the two newcomers Zhang Sanfeng and Duan Canglong know to some extent what these guys from the Tianlong Sect are like. When these guys get together, they either attack each other or make comparisons and brag. There is no formality. .
When he said this, Zhang Sanfeng thought they were just bragging as before.
Normally, this would be fine. Now that the enemy is still messing around, is he about to give up?
"Are you kidding? We never joke." Mana Boundless was very serious.
"Aren't you kidding? But...this..." The two of them became more and more at a loss.
If it's not a joke, then it's serious. A dozen people are here seriously discussing how to defeat a "mere" 3,000 people. This scene is weird no matter how you think about it.
"Are you familiar with these two guilds?"
Mana Wubian ignored the two newcomers and turned to ask Zongheng Wushuang.
"It's not bad, it can be considered a big guild." Zongheng Wushuang said: "The boss of Bailihengxing is a mage... The boss of Bailihengxing is a warrior, and these two are also veteran masters. , the guild can be considered quite satisfactory, with no outstanding masters.”
"How strong are these two people?"
Everyone in the Tianlong Sect asked curiously.
"Very strong." Zongheng Wushuang said, "A little stronger than me."
"Oh, that's how it is."
Everyone smiled slightly, with playful expressions on their faces.
A little stronger than Zongheng Wushuang, in everyone's eyes he can only be regarded as a veteran, but still a little far away from a master.
"Ci'ao! You bunch of rubbish!!" The despised Zongheng Wushuang suddenly became furious.
"Is that considered a master?" Wang Li asked Dai Yuanyuan next to him ruthlessly.
Dai Yuanyuan answered honestly: "Except for you, I have never seen a master."
After saying that, he glanced at everyone in the Tianlong Sect, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.
"Your uncle!!"
The expressions on the faces of the Tianlong Sect group who originally had a sense of superiority froze instantly, and their fists clenched.
Mana Boundless thought for a while and said: "It would be easy to annihilate an opponent of this level, but since we are trying to seize a stronghold... we can't be too casual. After all, we still have to defend the stronghold."
"That's right, we have too few people. If we separate people to guard the stronghold, it will be difficult to capture their stronghold." Everyone heard the words "boundless mana" and realized the problem.
"A battle of annihilation is easy..."
Zhang Sanfeng and Duan Canglong, who were holding their crotches on the side, suddenly felt as if they were in another world.
Damn it, are we really playing the same game?
According to normal game logic, holding a stronghold is actually easier than annihilating it head-on.
Especially when there is a huge disparity in strength between the enemy and ourselves, the thieves often have a glimmer of hope.
But in the eyes of these guys in front of them, it's the other way around. They actually think it's easier to fight a war of annihilation... This is really outrageous.
These guys don't think they are the stronger one.
