System prompt: Alliance players, please be aware that General Capps from the Alliance camp is being attacked by players from the Horde camp and is in critical condition. Alliance players are requested to quickly go to coordinate points 6419 and 2217 for support.
Sure enough, the guesses of the little detective and I were correct. Unfortunately, it is too late to understand all this now. Since the players in the alliance camp have calculated this, they will never give us a chance to come back.
I even admire the player in the Horde camp who controls all of this. He firmly grasped the weaknesses of the internal differences in the Alliance camp and adopted this very fast battle speed, which made all the players in the camp unaware of it. This turned the situation around
"Everyone, hurry up and hurry up, maybe it's still too late!" the little detective snorted expressionlessly.
Fortunately, the coordinate points 6419 and 2217 are not very far from our current location. The system just prompted that General Capps is in critical condition. This means that General Capps does not have much health left. If we can get there in time, If other alliance reinforcements arrive, there is still hope of a comeback!
I took the lead in spreading out the ice behind me, slapping it hard, quickly rising into the air, and growled: "I'll take the first step!"
Through the ability to fly, I can avoid impossible obstacles. If I fly at full speed now, if I want to reach the coordinate points of 6419 and 2217, it only takes two or three minutes to go long.
Hope General Capps can hold on!
I was so anxious that the prepared Ice Wings were flapping wildly. The coordinate values on the system interface were constantly changing, getting closer and closer to the coordinate points 6419 and 2217.
After about two people were killed, on the ground not far ahead, a dark group of players from the tribal camp were surrounding General Capps, who was wearing a golden armor, and they were attacking desperately. General Capps was in a very embarrassed state at this time, and above his head Only one-fifth of his health is left.
The originally handsome golden armor of General Capps was now in tatters, and even the Holy Light Cross Key in his hand was already covered with jagged teeth. He was still resisting tenaciously.
After a rough estimate, there are about sixty people in this group of tribe players, and there are quite a few familiar faces among them. The president of the Dignity Guild is inexplicably seconds away, the top master in the tribe camp is Qiuyue Hanfeng, and the leader of the Wind Soul Guild is the simple man. Lixiao Guild President Bai Yunkong and other relatively powerful players in the tribal camp suddenly gathered here.
I don't dare to be negligent at all. Even if I miss even one second, it may lead to a hopeless comeback!
The ice wings behind me stopped flapping, and my body quickly descended. When I was only about twenty yards away from the ground, the soul-level skill Frost Strike was triggered instantly, and the water element in the air suddenly solidified and shot toward me. My whole body surged and merged with the Xuan Shuang Zhenqi in my body. The dragon-controlling sword in my hand slashed towards the place where the crowd was the densest under me with the power to destroy the world.
Immediately within the range I locked, bursts of ice crystals surged up within a range of ten yards by ten yards, and snowflakes fell from the sky. The hard ice crystals were like sharp blades, and the crazy cutter was ten yards by ten yards. All the tribe players within the group were instantly chilled.
Countless damage figures floated up, and the white light of the dead flashed continuously. The frost strike skill that was promoted to the soul level skill was really terrifying. It killed more than 20 elite players from the tribal camp in one move!
"Damn alliance!" His face suddenly darkened for no apparent reason, and he gritted his teeth and said fiercely.
The president of the Wind Soul Guild, the simple man, said very wisely: "Everyone, don't worry about him. The generals of the alliance have already supported the tribe for a long time. Everyone, please increase your efforts. He alone cannot save the situation!"
My heart sank slightly, and the Ice Wings behind me suddenly flapped, and my figure turned sharply in the air, folded the Ice Wings behind me, and landed next to General Capps. The Wind Rolling Remnant Cloud skill was activated.
I simply imitated the routines of Fengjuan Canyun's skills, which greatly saved the time to cast the skills. The advantage of free mode is that I can master the triggering methods of existing skills as I like.
With myself as the center, circles of powerful winds retreated outwards, and brilliant sword flowers jumped up. All the melee players around me moved forward and were pushed away within a five-yard range. They could even delay it for a second.
The time is only one second, I hope the reinforcements from the alliance will come quickly!
The cold star strike skill is activated, and the power of the extremely cold stars between heaven and earth quickly condenses on the sword of Yulong Sword. The Xuan Shuang Qi in my body rushes into the sword of Yulong Sword crazily, and the extreme cold between heaven and earth
The power of the stars merged into one. I held the Yulong Sword tightly in my right hand and raised it with one hand. A light blue ice crystal light beam with a diameter of half a meter struck in the direction pointed by the Yulong Sword.
In a straight line, all the players affected by Han Xing's strike skill, including Wu An, were killed. The tribal players in a straight line were neatly transformed into sporadic white light. The scene was really exciting.
"Where's the mage! Unlimited transformation into sheep!" Bai Yunkong, the president of the Lihun Guild, roared wildly
The voice of Bai Yunkong fell into my ears, which was very annoying. What I hate the most is the magician's sheep-changing skill. This skill is simply the nemesis of all professions. Once you fall into the unlimited sheep-changing skills of multiple magicians,
In this case, even the most powerful players will be slowly exhausted to death like this!
"Bah!" Continuous sheep calls came from my mouth, followed by endless sheep transformation skills falling on me in a cycle
The reinforcements from the Alliance haven't arrived yet, and the health bar on General Capps' head has only a faint trace of blood left. I'm done thinking, the Alliance camp is destined to lose in the first round of battlefield missions.
The six magicians in the tribal camp were tightly restraining me, making it impossible for me to recover from the Sheep Transformation Technique. Some other melee attack professions and long-range attack professions were frantically attacking General Capps!
On the small map of my system interface, a group of light spots representing the alliance camp appeared on the map. The alliance's reinforcements finally arrived, but it was a pity that it was already too late!
Before this group of alliance reinforcements could approach, General Capps beside me suddenly fell off his horse. With his blood-red eyes open, he clenched the tip of the Holy Light Cross Sword with both hands and thrust it hard into the ground.
If you stabilize your body, you will no longer have any chance of life!
General Capps had died, but he was unwilling to fall. At the moment he died, he used the Holy Light Cross Key in his hand to barely support his body, and his red eyes stared fixedly in front of him.
The player from the tribal camp, the golden armor on his body has been completely dyed red, and his heart has stopped beating.
"Hey, hey!" General Capps's war horse let out a pitiful cry, kicked down and fell down, picking up countless dust, and the system's prompt tone also came:
"Ding!~"
System prompt: General Capps of the alliance camp was killed by players of the tribal camp. The tribal camp won the final victory in the battle of Wokun Valley! After ten seconds, the system will automatically teleport all players in the battlefield back and enter the battlefield.
coordinate point of time
"Ding!~"
System prompt: Congratulations to the players of the tribal camp for their victory in this round of the Battle of Wokun Valley. The system hereby rewards the players of the tribal camp with an additional 15% experience value and item drop rate in the next fifteen days.
As a penalty for the losing side, the alliance camp will reduce the experience gain rate and item drop rate by 15% in the next fifteen days.
When a system prompt sounded, my heart had already sunk. I could not save myself with one person. This was a team war, not a personal show. This failure severely slapped the alliance.
A slap in the face from the camp. In battlefield missions, no matter how strong an individual is, if they cannot unite as one, they still cannot achieve the final victory.
After the system prompts, all players in the battlefield, whether alliance or faction, are in an invincible state. After waiting for ten seconds, the system will send us out of the battlefield map of Wokun Valley.
The ten seconds of waiting passed almost in the blink of an eye. A white light flashed and I was sent out of the Wokun Valley battlefield by the system. The moment I appeared in the city lord's mansion, the system's prompt tone came into my ears again:
"Ding!~"
System prompt: Congratulations, you have performed outstandingly in this battle for resources in the Wokun Valley. You have killed fifty-nine tribal camp players. The system hereby rewards you with six hundred thousand experience points, fifty thousand gold coins, and five reputation points.
Thousand points, alliance camp meritorious points ten points
Well, are there rewards for failure? This aspect of the system is quite in line with people's hearts. Think about it, the rewards for failure are definitely much less than the rewards for victory!
Forget it, at least 600,000 experience points and 10 points of merit have been mixed together. In exchange for a single piece of the most low-level Z1 suit, it requires 50 points of merit.
I looked around, and the faces of a group of players in the city lord's palace were all very downcast. The lesson learned this time was enough to make them understand the importance of a team.
The little detective looked at me and shook his head. I looked towards where he was shaking his head.
Isn’t this the president of Broken Soul, Long Lintianxiang, and the president of Breaking Dawn, Nebula Ripple? There was no frustration on their expressions, with plain smiles on their faces, and they were whispering something.
I came back to my senses and wandered around looking around. I kept moving closer to them consciously and concentrated on eavesdropping on their words.
Long Lintianxiang said calmly: "Haha, I didn't expect that these two boys, Yun Kong and Man, are quite capable."
"Yes, even the two of us were deceived by them. They are indeed talented. In this round of battlefield, their tactical planning is really beautiful. If it doesn't work, old friend, we have to do more.
"Jin" Xingyun Ripple nodded with a relaxed expression.
Long Lintianxiang said with a smile on his face: "Yes, let's work harder. If the people inside know that two of us lost to these two boys, we won't know where to put our old faces."
Nebula Ripple suddenly smiled and said: "I'm afraid, the people inside already know that these two boys are still so gossipy."
"Uh, no" Long Lintianxiang's expression changed slightly and he hurriedly logged off.
