Strip-Down Technique, Quick-Draw Technique (4, Bonus Chapter for Cocoa Bean Powder's Hall Master)
Facing the rising sun.
William led the Player army to the Orichalcum Vein.
The Winged Folk dispatched three Legion, all composed of Intermediate-Class Professional in full Silver Set, making them quite formidable. Their objective was to first reclaim the Orichalcum Vein and then use this location to inflict a crushing defeat on the Heavy Spear Clan.
The army moved quickly, and as they approached the Orichalcum Vein, they saw that the forest within a radius of two or three kilometers had been completely cleared. The Orc had even used the cleared forest to build simple defensive fortifications to guard against a counterattack from the Winged Folk.
This was also Altai's order; the trees around the mine were cut down, not only to build fortifications, but also to prevent the Elf from shooting them from the trees.
"My lord, the Dawn Legion has truly arrived, and William is leading an army of forty to fifty thousand men," a Gnoll said somewhat timidly.
The Legion Commander stationed at the Orichalcum Vein, also a Pale Orc, glanced at the Gnoll and sneered, "Is it the Dawn Legion or the Dawn Mercenary Group? Are you blind?"
"My lord, I... I must have been mistaken." The Gnoll scout captain trembled as he lay prostrate on the ground.
"Get out of here! If you mess up again, I'll kill you." Arle kicked him away, then looked at the other three Legion Commander: "Yesterday's siege was just a show of force and intimidation, and those three idiots from the tribe are all useless. They actually got defeated by those trashy Mercenaries."
The situation on the eastern side of the tribe is dire; war could break out at any moment.
Therefore, we need more Orichalcum to forge stronger armor. The chieftain will also give me two more Legion for support. I hope the three of you will not disappoint my brother."
The three Legion Commander —two Epic and one Grandmaster —were all Pale Orc, and they nodded in agreement with Arle ' words.
Not only are they of the same race, but this guy is also Altai's younger brother, and his strength is quite extraordinary.
The Heavy Spear Clan has a significant number of Pale Orc, given the Orc ' strong reproductive capabilities and the fact that the Heavy Spear Tribe tribe has over 100,000 Orc, resulting in numerous instances of reversion to ancient forms.
Recently, Altai issued a strict order that Pale Orc can only mate with Pale Orc, in an attempt to make the tribe even stronger in the future.
It must be said that Altai not only possesses the bloodline of Orc heroes, but also has a very long-term vision. If he can truly make the once- Pale Orc continue to grow stronger, he might be able to revive the Orc 'Second Era glory in this remote area.
Altai looked at the former Dragon Clan with disdain. Those guys wanted to cooperate, but they didn't want to give him a high enough position, so he had no choice but to refuse.
As a result, those people actually wanted to annex the Heavy Spear Clan, and a tribal war had to begin.
Altai placed great importance on the quality of armor, and through his dedicated exploration, he discovered a Mithril Vein and Orichalcum Vein belonging to the Winged Folk.
He believed that if he could successfully seize these two mines, he would become the king of the eastern Blackleaf Forest.
As the Dawn Army approached the Orichalcum Vein.
Altai, clad in golden armor and wielding two War Saber, waved his hand and shouted, "All troops, prepare for battle! Let those damned Troll get over here! As long as we hold off the reinforcements, I'll make sure all the Dawn Mercenary Group trash dies here!"
'Waaaaa!!!'
The bugle call resounded through the heavens.
The low wall made of wood and stone was quickly filled with Orc wielding long swords, with Archer in the back ranks, ready at any moment.
One after another, simple Catapult were pushed out, with huge stones placed beside them.
A Player Elf climbed a tree witnessed this scene and was so frightened that he almost fell down.
"Holy crap, Catapult? Is it really that brutal?"
"I even saw some Heavy Crossbow Bolt..."
Chu Liuqiu was taken aback when he discovered the Orc ' tactic. "So true, so true, so true."
Little Ayin glanced at him. "Stop talking nonsense, Master Chu, your nickname Chu Liuxiang, now think of a way."
"How could I possibly come up with that? It depends on what Your Highness." Chu Liuqiu is not only the Glory Captain, but also a renowned tactical master in the virtual game. Unfortunately, he doesn't have any good ideas for the time being in the face of this situation.
They didn't.
William has it!
He immediately issued an additional task.
All the Player were stunned for a moment before they saw the mission information.
[War of Attrition: Brave and Unrivaled Chosen Ones, William Black Leaf knows your invincibility. Use your strengths to at least deplete half of the Orc army's arrows and Catapult.]
[Mission Description: Your Majesty, I beg you to accept your fate.]
[Task Difficulty: C]
[Task Reward: 0~??? Experience]
[Task Reward: 0~??? Contribution Points]
"..." The Player was speechless upon seeing this new quest, especially since the quest description given by the Mainframe was rather cheeky.
But they were also secretly marveling at how realistic the game was; even the NPCs knew to exploit the Player' Undying.
This situation had already occurred in the Steel Duchy, so Player weren't too surprised.
No one refused the mission.
Chu Liuqiu, being a clever fellow, suddenly thought of a question: Would it be acceptable to take off his equipment and go to his death?
So he moved closer to William and said, "Your Highness, how about I leave my equipment with your personal guards for safekeeping?"
"Huh?" William's lips twitched, but he still nodded. "Okay..."
But he foresaw the Player' tragic Destiny, because the NPCs weren't stupid...
Chu Liuqiu handed the equipment to his 500 personal guards, intending to go into battle wearing only his Indestructible Underwear.
Other Player, seeing this amazing move, couldn't help but give him a thumbs up. "The captain of the Slippery Ball is awesome! Only someone like you could come up with such a brilliant idea."
"Glory is awesome! We'll throw Star Recommendation Ticket at you and make you one of the top three Professional Players."
Chu Liuqiu stroked his thinning hair and laughed, "You're too kind. Vote for my pretty Little Ayin. Why would a middle-aged man like me compete for the title of star player?"
"You've got good eyesight." Little Ayin took off her Silver Gear and Gold Weapon, crossed her arms over her large chest in front of her white shirt, and stopped the Player around her from eye-bending her.
As other Player handed in their equipment, there were so many that the Battlefield Recorder had to start writing them down with a quill pen, otherwise he really couldn't remember them all...
The Orc army was somewhat bewildered by what they saw.
They're already on the battlefield, what does it mean that the enemy is starting to take off their equipment?
Do you look down on me, the Beast Tiger?
Arle was furious and decided to teach these fearless Mercenary a lesson.
The moment the Player army casually picks up stones and branches and charges forward.
The boulders on the Catapult hurtled down on the battlefield like meteors.
A series of booming sounds continued to resound.
It was like an earthquake.
Thick, long arrows streaked across the sky, often Pierce seven or eight Player were gleefully surrendering.
But they disappeared from the battlefield with streaks of white light.
New Mercenary kept appearing near the Marshal Banner, surging back onto the battlefield.
Arle was stunned.
"The Chosen Ones?" He gasped, suddenly realizing it was a divine decree.
"I don't believe they can keep resurrecting. Kill them! Slow down the Catapult and heavy arrows. Let them get close, then kill them with your swords." Arle sneered. You have your Strip-Down Technique, I have my Quick-Draw Technique.
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