That afternoon, the student players who had already arrived at the front lines, along with the new players who had joined them, launched a probing attack on the "mini-dungeon" at the end of the western front, looking positively "delighted" about it.
Thanks to the outrageous yet handy mortars that had been distributed to every small guild, they had plenty of firepower for this probing attack.
The first dozen high-explosive fragmentation shells whistled into the undead. Their explosions weren't especially powerful, thanks to the limitations of the manufacturing process, but the scorching shrapnel flying in every direction was enough to cause the chaos they wanted.
Then, led by the stubbornly reckless monks, nearly a hundred players formed a loose skirmish line and charged forward in several squads.
As a mini-dungeon outside the raid instances, this place hadn't even been given a proper backstory by the development team. It was only vaguely described as a place where ancient undead had been awakened through the cruel methods of gnoll warlocks.
But among them were some figures who had once shone brightly in a bygone age.
Tsk, even that description was pretty "suggestive."
They might as well have slapped the words "Hidden Quest" right in front of the players.
On top of that, some lucky players had already obtained clues by interacting with the controlled liches and death knights. Plenty of people also knew that Lord Murphy was "raising" a lich and a death knight as a "married couple" beneath Blood Vulture Corridor. What else could that be?
Wasn't it a "preview storyline" for the next update?
So, during today's assault, the independent players ignored the astonishing numbers of skeleton soldiers and charged almost straight at the death knights on horseback.
But this kind of mindless attack obviously wasn't going to accomplish much. Teacher