Mo Bei was alone, facing the monsters rushing towards him all over the mountains and plains. He held his sword and shield tightly and faced them resolutely.
"boom!"
The body around me bounced up like an electric shock, almost overturning the dining table. His eyes were confused for a moment, and then he was completely awakened by what he saw.
Perona silently got up from the ground, patted the soil, walked up to Mo Bei, and kicked Mo Bei's knee without any expression. Mo Bei smiled apologetically with a cold sweat on his face and didn't dare to say a word.
I didn't know you were lying on the table and fell asleep. .
Mo Bei walked outside the house. He didn't know how long he slept. At this time, it was still dark and rainy outside. But there are already figures among them who are busy.
Everyone knows it. Today, all defenses must be completed!
Although the team that went to stop the attack also killed a large number of monsters, the opponent was still rushing forward like a torrent. Simply ignore those losses.
An assassin forced down a bottle of mana potion, then gritted his teeth and endured it. After a few breaths, he had to vomit out the potion he just drank. He beat the ground in frustration, his eyes bloodshot.
This is a rejection reaction caused by excessive use of mana potions in a short period of time.
Mana and physical strength are closely related to a person's spiritual power, and the latter can hardly be replenished by external objects. When using mana potions and physical potions, it will put a certain burden on mental strength, so these two potions cannot be used in large quantities in a short period of time.
In fact, all medicines have certain limitations. It's just that they're not as obvious as the first two potions. The specific degree of restriction depends on the individual's mental strength.
There is no such burden when restoring status through skills or auras. Simply put, using potions to recover is forced infusion, while skills and auras increase the speed of recovery by strengthening the body.
The career changers who had exhausted their mana looked at the sea of monsters in the distance and wished they could rush in and kill them. But reason tells them to live!
When you return to the camp and be with everyone, you can kill more!
Now they have a rough estimate of the number of monsters, no less than one hundred thousand!
The total number of guards at the camp and the adventure team that could rush back was less than 1,500 people. This is a proportion that makes them despair.
With the completion of the seventh trebuchet, the fortifications of Brontal Village are basically completed. Most people just stood in the rain, scrubbing the mud off their faces.
The 12 villages in the north are almost connected to a line. Nearly a hundred trebuchets stood. This is all they can do at the moment, but they have no way of knowing which point the monsters will choose to break through.
Mo Bei used his large inventory to travel between the camp and various villages, working as a porter. He returned to Blountar Village as night fell, but the atmosphere in the village at this time made him a little unable to react.
How to say, like. . The villagers built a new pigsty for someone's family, and then had a reward meal together at that family's home. . . . .
The job changers and the villagers set up a large rain shelter outside the big barn, and then set up tables and chairs underneath, circling shoulders and changing glasses. It's like a holiday.
The men seemed to have just washed the mud off their faces, regardless of whether they were dirty or not, but their interest did not diminish at all. The women are a little more reserved, but some are having a drinking contest with the men.
A barbarian held an instrument like a lute, plucked the strings to make a tinkling sound, and hummed in a rough voice. But his huge body and big hands made the instrument look like a chicken drumstick. It's amazing that he can still play so smoothly.
Mo Bei felt that the excitement was no less lively than the tavern he saw in Rogge's camp before.
This doesn't look like a war is about to begin. . So unserious? . .
There was no pre-war mobilization, and there was no preparedness. Everyone seems to be relaxing after completing a task.
On the contrary, Mo Bei felt very relieved. Even if the enemy is a hundred times greater than me, why should I be afraid!
He also discovered that these guys seemed to be having a party, but in fact they were very careful not to get drunk. Feeling almost done, I pretended to be cowardly, lay down in the haystack, and fell asleep.
Perona and Miloir somehow climbed onto the beam of the barn and sat on it, dangling their legs. Each holds a cup in their hands.
Mo Bei saw them waving to him from above and smiled helplessly, thinking that these two people should not fall down after drinking.
A group of camp guards arrived at the village as daylight grew. They compared the lists and returned the weapons and equipment to their respective owners.
These are the equipment that the blacksmiths in the camp repaired overnight. Most of the adventure team had just returned from the wilderness, so some of their equipment was severely worn.
Mo Bei took his hard leather armor and put it on his body. Milor and Perona followed him.
The three of them followed the crowd and walked slowly into the rain outside the village.
Waves of horn sounds came from all directions and gradually became one.
The whole world seems to be filled with the constant sound of trumpets. The rain seems to be falling more quickly. But it can no longer cover up this long pre-war number.
The scouts ahead have withdrawn. Teams began to gather towards the outermost barrier. Standing quietly in the rain.
The highest level of these teams does not exceed level 15. The lowest level is level 2.
Each team is interspersed with positions based on level. In this way, the combat power can be evenly distributed on the front line, and at the same time, it can also prevent the rookie team from being devastated.
Mo Bei stared at the hazy end of the rain curtain, imagining the scene when the monster army appeared.
I felt Milor's hand holding the bow tighten slightly, not long after. A gray shadow appeared in the haze and expanded rapidly.
The gray shadows visible to the eye extend to unknown directions. Taking advantage of the higher terrain, the gray shadow seemed to occupy the entire horizon. As the gray shadow gets closer, the gray is gradually replaced by red, endless red.
The monster army marched until Mo Bei could barely see the monsters in the front row, and paused. It felt like I was stunned. Mo Bei even saw a monster being pushed down by his companions who didn't stop in time. . .
Mo Bei also imagined hearing the uniform steps that made the earth tremble, just like the orc army in the "Lord of the Rings" movie. But the dull footsteps were obviously not made by the short legs in front.
Looking at the strange group of Wuyang Wuyang in front of him, Mo Bei even felt disappointed. . .
It feels like it is. . . . I experienced an unhappy online shopping experience. .
Mo Bei felt a little unsatisfied after watching "Game of Thrones" before, so he wanted to buy a beautifully packaged CD collection that could be placed on the bookshelf next to his computer desk.
When I received the package, I felt something was wrong. When I opened it, I found a USB flash drive wrapped in plastic paper!
This is what you call a Collector's Edition! ? There is a yarn stored in the USB flash drive! Who the hell can't find download resources? Why does your USB flash drive have a string attached to it, making it look like a pendant? Is it possible that you have been enlightened?
The whole person is simply in a bad condition!
At this moment, Mo Bei looked at the mess in front of him, and the same emotion welled up in his heart.
This is the mob! It’s just that there are too many. .
Behind him, he suddenly remembered the sound of cracking the air, followed by a rain of stones crashing into the monster army. Clouds of blood mist exploded in that sea of monsters.
The mess immediately became even more messy.
This wave of attacks seemed to finally remind those monsters of their purpose here, and they immediately let out various howls and charged towards the position!
In the endless red, a group of figures wearing silver-gray armor appeared. Gradually, he distanced himself from the little fallen demons behind him.
It's Rogge who has fallen into a demon.
These former human heroes were corrupted by demons in the corrupted Tristram, and eventually lost their minds and were enslaved by Andariel, the Queen of Pain.
They are the fastest monsters in the icy plains and a nightmare for many new teams. These demons that come and go like the wind in the wasteland will always catch the adventure team off guard, and it is common for them to be taken back during the battle.
This is also the reason why very few adventure teams below level 6 dare to enter the scope of the Cold Plains.
Some of these fallen Roggs are armed with shields and one-handed weapons, while others are holding spears. Before they fell, they would use shields and spears to form formations whether attacking or defending. However, at this time, they were charging in a chaotic manner. Sure enough, it is just a projection with a small amount of autonomous consciousness.
A barbarian a few steps away from Mo Bei spat contemptuously. He put his hands away, and then a javelin appeared in his right hand. The muscular giant arm threw the javelin with extremely smooth movements. Then he flicked his left hand, and another javelin came out!
The two javelins cut through the rain curtain with a sound of breaking through the air, instantly creating two gaps in the monster group, and actually penetrated four or five monsters along the way.
The big barbarian man seemed to be slightly stunned, and then laughed wildly and threw his hands continuously. Throw the javelins into the monster group like lightning.
When Mo Bei took action, he had already spread out the halo of power, covering it indiscriminately!
The two-handed throw with double damage directly tore the pile of monsters in front of him into pieces.
Milor's bow and arrows were locked on the fallen demon wizard in the distance, and the arrows were shot out like a volley of arrows. Before the target could react, his body tilted and was trampled into the mud by the wave of monsters behind him.
Perona controlled the frequency of the fire bombs and coordinated with Milor's attacks. Before the real fierce battle comes, she needs to keep her mana full.
At this time, Mo Bei felt a warm energy envelope him, and his upper limit of health increased by less than half.
The Oak Sage is a druid.
Those experienced teams, without unified arrangements, found positions where they could maximize their abilities.
There was a flash of silver light in front of him. Mo Bei raised his shield subconsciously, and the tip of the spear grazed the shield. The owner of the spear adjusted the tip of the spear to stab Perona behind Mo Bei, but his neck met the spear protruding from the upper edge of the shield. Blade.
"Bah!" A head wearing a horned helmet flew out and let out a shrill scream. The scream seemed to be filled with endless regret.
"I will definitely end your pain from Andariel!" Mo Bei seemed to feel the regret and unwillingness emanating from this fallen Rogge.
Falling is not what they want!
