Although this method has some merits, it has to be said that the effect is very good.

Not every warrior is as skilled as Yuci, and they are very likely to die together with the new mage when they go down.

But it can’t handle the large number of players.

And they like this crazy feeling very much.

"My Gods...these warriors of the Winter Kingdom are so brave! What a great will to fight!"

The defenders of Kalanli watched the players launch a fearless assault on the Bridge of Carrion, and their eyes filled with despair and fear regained their fighting spirit and brilliance.

The luxury equipment worn by warrior players has basically been replaced by standard armor, as well as some leather armor that is more convenient for movement and increases agility.

They hugged the new mage player and jumped off the city wall, screaming, with excitement on their faces.

even.

Before jumping off the city wall, he would also take down a few undead who desperately rushed up the city wall.

Soon there was a roar.

Wait a second or two, and usually a blood-stained warrior will return to the city wall with the hook and lock. After a short rest, he will jump off with a new mage who has been waiting in line for a long time.

Of course, sometimes no one comes back.

The ruthless battlefield is a road of no return.

The defenders in Kalanli did not understand that these players had actually returned to the resurrection point.

As more and more mages detonated their magic cores, the Bridge of Flesh was also destroyed and dilapidated. Even later, the Bridge of Flesh had been completely destroyed, but the old warrior players still had no intention of stopping.

They threw the mage player directly...

Standing on the city wall, Xi Wei couldn't help but twitching at the corner of his mouth when he saw this scene.

In the past, it was the warrior players who launched suicide attacks and acted as cannon fodder. Now the situation has changed, and it is finally the turn of the mage players to give them away.

Time passes minute by minute.

There are fewer and fewer undead on the city wall, while the number of players is becoming more and more.

Occasionally, one or two undead climb onto the city wall, but what greets them is not the trembling human soldiers, but a group of Winter City players who are eagerly waiting for their boss to gain experience points...

That's right, players think that Kalanli's garrison is too weak. Now only some veterans are still guarding the city wall, and other less powerful human soldiers have been driven away to do logistics work.

Even a large number of soldiers could only stand on the side steps of the city wall with their eyes wide open.

Because the city walls were already so crowded, there was no room for them.

"Do you know what our soldiers in Kalanli lack most?"

On the side ladder, an injured veteran was leaning against the wall, watching the players bravely carving up the undead while chatting with the childish young soldiers around him.

"Yes, what is it?" The young soldier didn't know why.

Another new mage player jumped off the city wall, ending his sinful life with a loud bang.

The veteran saw all this in his eyes, his eyes full of admiration and admiration.

"What we lack is the courage to face death, and the morale that will never dissipate due to fear! If they don't die, I think I will become their follower, but it's a pity..."

The veteran looked lonely.

However, the next moment, a noisy roar suddenly came from my ears.

"Holy shit! It's so cool. Although I lose experience when I die, I killed 12 zombies and I got two levels!"

I saw the mage player who had just committed suicide in the eyes of the veteran, howling and cursing as he passed by the veteran and rushed towards the city wall again...

"Get out of the way, I'm still going to explode!"

"Iku!"

"boom--!"

veteran:"……"

The recruit on one side poked the veteran on the shoulder and asked with a puzzled expression:

"Uncle, isn't that mage grandpa dead?"

"Yes...yes, I also remember that he died...and was blown to pieces..."

The veteran stared blankly in the direction of the city wall. There was a gap the size of a human head, just enough to see the explosion of the mage player.

"Are those twins?"

"Impossible..." The veteran shook his head.

"Twins cannot be exactly the same..."

Before the two Kalanli soldiers could react from their self-doubt, the mage player passed by with excitement on his face again.

"Hahahaha, Yiku!"

"boom--"

…

Gradually.Juquge

Unbelievable news began to spread across the walls of Kalanli.

That's what some of the defenders discovered.

The soldiers under the Winter King can actually be resurrected like the undead.

At first, many of the Kalanli defenders scorned this.

A dead person cannot be resurrected unless the gods come in person.

Until more and more faces that should have been dead dangled in front of them again, with the same excited expressions and the same vulgar words.

After a Kalanli soldier had the courage to ask and received confirmation, the news was finally accepted by all Kalanli defenders.

The Winter King's soldiers can be resurrected!

Morale became higher and higher, and no one thought the war was lost.

Moreover, the defenders of Kalanli have also become more attentive. They have nothing to do to help these undead warriors and can only make some small contributions.

"This warrior, this is my family's ancestral sword. It cuts iron like clay. It is for you to use. You must repel the undead!"

"Brother, this is the meatloaf my wife made this morning. I can't bear to eat it. I'll give it to you to kill a few more undead souls..."

"Grandpa Master, do you need magic cores? I have quite a few..."

The players who were originally concentrating on the battle suddenly brightened up when they saw what Kalanli's defenders were doing:

"Damn! Master-level sword! Thank you, big brother, I'll treat you to a drink after the fight!"

"Bah, bah, bah...it's really good. Your wife's meatloaf is great! It would be great if there was water...Thank you, brother, uh...but you don't need to feed me, I can drink it myself..."

"Magic core? Do you want money? No? Ahem, why are you so embarrassed... I mean, I really need it..."

Players did not expect that defending a city would yield unexpected gains. They would usually collect some whiteboard equipment for backup. For example, when soldiers went down to deliver human bombs, they would wear them to avoid being instantly killed by the group of undead.

However, these whiteboard equipment will be gradually consumed. When the whiteboard equipment is used up, they will have to use more advanced equipment, which is undoubtedly a huge loss.

But now with the armor and weapons provided by the Kalanli City defenders, players have become more unrestrained in their battles.

In the past, when slashing with the sword, I would deliberately ignore the hard skull of the undead, but now I don't need to, just use the sword as a hammer to hit!

The same goes for mage players.

Normally, the magic core is used to exchange for various props. Now, the magic core is directly used to restore the magic power four to one. The high-level mage player releases the pyroblast spell, and the low-level magic core explodes directly down the city wall when the magic value is full.

As for the magic power in the magic core being too mixed, it will damage the source of the magic power...

You don't have to think about it that much at all.

Anyway, once you die, everything will be refreshed.

And the magic core doesn't cost money, so you can do whatever you want to enjoy it, and let's defend the city first.
Chapter completed!