The MTs whose names were called before immediately dispersed.
The mobs are directly mobilized in groups, and the arranged treatment is given to the MT. The group control profession will also help control the rhythm, and the AOE profession group damage is covered. Although the monsters in the Plague Land have been greatly strengthened, no matter how strong they are, they cannot withstand this kind of
Degree of skill coverage.
Groups of mobs rushed up, were restricted from moving, and were covered by skills. Even if some mobs broke through, they would be held back by the warriors.
It is a tactical style that is not inferior to that of the army.
Solomon once again found to his shame that he had underestimated these rabble.
In fact, the players' cooperation is much more tacit than that of the NPC army.
First of all, the NPC army has no voice command. It just relies on shouting when going out. The general roars, the herald roars, the heralds roar, the lower-level officers roar, and the shouts come and go. By the time the final command is shouted, I don’t know what it has become.
The timeliness can’t keep up either.
Secondly, NPC soldiers only have one life.
How could they live and die like the players? They are still the same people from the beginning to the end. It is difficult to see it. This kind of love drill where you can dream about your teammates. How can you not cooperate with each other tacitly?
Finally, it’s the mentality of these players.
They have no fear and will only obey the commander's orders unconditionally.
Even the bravest NPC soldiers have to make some psychological preparation before they can die generously.
Of course, if the system sets the NPC soldiers to have a 100% tacit understanding, then that is another matter. At least that is not the case in Shuguang. Every NPC soldier is commanded by his own brain.
"For the Holy Light of the Master!" Angelish roared.
He then let out another soul howl, obviously until things went seriously wrong. Even if this group of strong men were not restrained by the undead soldiers, and many people were separated, so that the pressure on him could be relieved slightly, but this would not cure the symptoms.
The root cause is that there are too many people on the other side.
Some undead outside couldn't squeeze in, and those inside were stuck tightly. The other party obviously planned to deal with him, the demilich, first.
Why?
Why on earth is this, when the war has just begun, why do you attack him, a demi-lich, first?
In the natural disaster base camp in the Plague Land, he couldn't even be ranked among the top ten, no, he couldn't even be ranked among the top twenty.
Why not give him more time? As long as his strength continues to improve, even if the number of people today is doubled, so long as he is promoted to a real lich in a while, he can go to his new soul in the depths of his soul.
The instructor asked for help.
Instead of howling like a beast now.
Only at the moment of his death, those who performed the ceremony for him would feel the end of his life.
Even if he was finally avenged, he would eventually leave this beautiful world.
Unwilling!
"Be careful that the BOSS may be irritating. The hunter is ready to shoot with peace of mind." Lu Li saw something was wrong with the BOSS and immediately arranged for the hunter to take action.
That's right, I had just suppressed an irritation and was forced back again.
When several consecutive big moves failed to relieve his crisis, and when the undead coming to rescue from the outside became increasingly rare, Angelish's final anger disappeared, leaving only despair.
And resentment!
He not only hated these people who came to end his glorious life, but also hated Kel'Thuzad, his new mentor. Why did he send him to complete such a low-end escort mission? Why didn't he work harder to directly promote him to a wizard?
Demon.
With the end of life, this resentment and unwillingness finally reached its peak.
There was a loud bang.
The lich, which had only bones left, turned into smoke and dust, and a white shadow soared into the sky, flying towards the Plague Land.
"No, the demilich transformer will be here soon. Let's go." Solomon rushed towards the carriage and was about to move the boxes on it. He saw that everyone was still standing still and almost became anxious.
His eyes turned red: "If you don't hurry up and help move things and leave, why don't you wait for the big lich to come and hunt you down?"
Lu Li seemed to understand what he meant.
"You mean someone will come later? The Lich King? Or Kel'Thuzad?"
"I don't know. The key depends on who performed the transformation ceremony for him. No matter who it is, we can't defeat him," Solomon's voice was trembling.
"Why are these boxes all mission items? Damn it," Lu Li checked and found something was wrong. There were eight boxes in one car, and all of them were mission items. He couldn't even open them. How could he share them?
My own stuff.
"What time is it now? You still care about this and help move it away. There are many of you," Solomon said angrily.
"Your sister, if you don't share the potion with us, wouldn't our work have been in vain?" Lu Bapi stopped and shouted with a ferocious look: "Divide the things first. I guarantee that all your things can be delivered to the camp safely.
Go inside."
He just tried it. The mission boxes can be put into the backpack, and one box occupies one slot.
Not to mention that there are only 4,832 (that's it) boxes here, even if there are ten times more, 500 of them can take them all away.
"Okay, okay, I'll share it with you first." Solomon was startled by Lu Li's ferocity. He subconsciously thought that if Lu Li and others were not paid, he, Solomon, would probably end up in this situation soon.
Following in the footsteps of the demilich.
In fact, Lu Li really had this kind of impulse. Of course, it was just an impulse. It was impossible for him to kill his own allies for some potion with unknown properties. Even though Solomon was mostly killed by the demilich, he still hasn't recovered much.
The blood volume is estimated to be resolved in a few minutes.
However, Lu Li did spend a lot of money on this operation.
The time cost of five hundred elites is not five hundred ordinary players. You can earn a lot of gold coins by doing anything, even if you go to the Novice Village to practice as a substitute.
Then, in order to save time and make a quick decision, these five hundred people all took potions and fought.
Potions for five hundred people, a huge sum of money.
It's not a big loss at all. Canmeng has already started to touch the equipment, and judging from the little girl's expression, she seems to have gained quite a lot.
He was mainly just showing off, even if he couldn't get the potion, at least he had to let Solomon bleed some blood. A noble officer could earn them a vote with whatever benefit he had.
However, what surprised Lu Li was that Solomon actually directly opened the box that Lu Li thought was the mission item.
There were a lot of bottles and cans inside, and Lu Li picked them up, all of which were mission items.
It's really ruining the whole zoo, you're so cruel!
"Oh my God, such a vicious potion, this one won't work, this one must be destroyed... This one is okay, I think you might be able to use it... Oh, I finally saw this kind of potion, haha, Lord Earl will definitely like it...
..." Solomon had forgotten the fear of the approaching Lich and began to be immersed in the joy of touching equipment.
Moreover, from his chattering to himself, Lu Li discovered that he did not seem to be a mastermind.
