The Watchers are a second-rate guild, and the person sent out to organize the individual groups is a ranger named Dean, who is only level 16.
Generally, advanced individual players will join the two guild groups of Nianhuakai and Glory, so the application requirements for this group only need to reach level 10.
Now I suddenly saw a level 18 player applying to join the team. Although Dean was a little curious, he immediately joined in. Maybe he was a friend of a certain player in the team. The more senior players, the better.
The preparations before the war were proceeding in an orderly manner, and when the time was almost up, the main members of the various guilds finally arrived at the scene.
It's not that they were playing cards and wanted to be the last to appear, it was because the competition between the guilds was too fierce, and up until the last moment they were all grinding monsters and upgrading.
Soon, the leaders of their respective teams received the signal to start the operation from the United Front channel.
"Okay, everyone, start buffing. We will enter the Snake Valley in two minutes. Follow me after entering. The monster spawning points for each group are fixed. Don't interfere with other teams. Finally, remember our team number 394."
En shouted over and over again in the team.
This is not the first time he has led a group. He knows the common mistakes made by newcomers. Most of the players in his group are level 10 to 15. When facing a level 20 monster, he may be instantly killed if he is not careful.
He had to repeat some details.
Otherwise, if there is a problem in the area he is responsible for later, the guild's 2,000 gold coin bonus will be wasted, and he still expects to use the money to pay the detention fee.
"Sherlock, right? If something goes wrong somewhere, can you help support me?" Since there is such a high-level player in the team, he will certainly not let it go.
"Try your best." Sherlock didn't dare to take responsibility for this kind of thing. Not everyone can be a scapegoat, so he just said a cliché and got over it.
Since he was in a team, he didn't mind a little help, but if someone wanted to die, the worst he could do was leave and find another team.
After adding the status, time has almost passed. The main force of the big guild rushed into the Snake Valley first. They were the only ones who could do this kind of thing of opening the way and attacking the enemy.
Once they have established a foothold, the following teams will file in. This order is usually based on the strength of the team.
Sherlock and the others entered in the seventeenth wave of teams. It was estimated that there were almost 400 groups in front of them.
When he entered the Snake Valley, he saw the players forming a line of defense at the entrance of the Snake Valley, facing a steady stream of mutated silver-threaded snakes.
After the mutation, the blood volume of the silver-threaded snakes has almost tripled, and their defense and spell resistance have also increased accordingly. What is even more dangerous is that they have completely broken away from the category of wild creatures, and all skills carry elemental damage.
These are just ordinary monsters. The attributes of elite monsters and leader monsters will be increased several times. With their number, the entire Snake Valley is filled with the magic power fluctuations of the two elements of wind and lightning.
The players opposite the snake group are constantly using various spells, skills and props without thinking. At this time, any skill can hit seven or eight monsters, and there is no need to worry about hatred, because at this time
It is simply impossible to stabilize the hatred.
This is probably the time that mages like best, and they will make full use of the role of the fort.
Sherlock saw the entire battle through Lan's perspective, and its magnificence was fully worthy of the title of the plot: The Disaster of the Python.
Following the group leader forward, they inserted themselves into the middle of the other two groups. The specific location was at the southwest corner of the outskirts of Snake Valley.
The battle pressure here is much smaller than that in the central area. The three teams are responsible for only producing about 20 silver-threaded snakes at one time, which is just within their tolerance.
It seems that the command this time has made a detailed understanding and calculation of the monster's attributes, and the distribution of combat power is very reasonable.
In this kind of long-term melee, Sherlock naturally chose to fight in the form of a blue frog. He kept swinging out the huge storm shuriken in his hand, and combined with the unarmed attack of the magic claw technique, one silver snake after another came forward.
fell under his attack.
When the energy points of the shuriken are used up, he will jump back to restore the state. After the energy points are full, he will continue to fight.
In this kind of large-scale battle, everyone can more or less feel the atmosphere of war. As the killing continues, the players' mentality will also change accordingly.
The players in Sherlock's team are generally not very strong, so they all played a bit cowardly and timidly at the beginning, and they didn't dare to step forward to fight the monsters in several close combats.
Later, when the killing became red-eyed, some bard druid players who were not good at melee combat dared to draw knives while waiting for the spell CD to fight head-on.
This state is a great boost to morale, but there are also certain dangers, and the leader needs to ease everyone's excitement at this time.
"Regiment 394, all retreat, get out of combat and recover!" Dean directly used the amplification spell scroll and shouted loudly.
Under the amplification of the spell, the roar made everyone's ears hurt, especially Sherlock. His hearing in the blue frog form was extremely sensitive, and he almost missed and was bitten by a silver-threaded snake.
Everyone's attention was interrupted by the roar, and they remembered the team leader's instructions before the battle. They all retreated obediently and gave their place to another team that had finished repairing.
"When the melee combat has returned to full health, we all go to pick up equipment. The priest pulls up the two who fell on the ground, and the others rest where they are."
System prompt: Your teammates picked up the weapon repeating crossbow and randomly assigned it to me who loves to eat barbecue.
System prompt: Your teammates picked up thunder beads and randomly assigned them to spicy peppercorns.
…
There are dozens of system messages in a row, all of which were exploded by the monsters they just spawned. The explosion rate of the mutated silver-threaded snake has also been greatly increased. After one round, everyone has been assigned at least one thing. The lucky ones may have three to four.
Sample.
Coupled with the generous experience gains, everyone is quite satisfied.
Sherlock was not very lucky and only got one thing, thunder beads.
Thunder bead: Contains a small amount of thunder element inside.
The description of the item was very brief, and there was no way of knowing its specific use, but he was certain that he had never seen or even heard of anything similar, and it probably had some special purpose.
He is obviously not the only one who realizes this. There are already people in the group asking about the transaction one by one, so naturally he will not let this opportunity pass by.
"There is an elite monster. The 394th regiment members come back quickly!"
