As Ju Ling Youxiang's words fell, the room suddenly fell into a long silence. The air seemed to have solidified, making him almost have difficulty breathing.
"good--"
After a long and depressing silence, Qiushui Yiren finally nodded.
"Bring the commander player here, and the guild will reimburse the cost of the round-trip transmission."
"I understand, I'll do it right away."
Heaving a sigh of relief as if he had been granted amnesty, Ju Ling Youxiang saluted, and then left Qiushui Yiren's office almost as if he was running away.
Half a day later, Ju Ling Youxiang returned with a half-elf bard player.
"Your Excellency, Vice President..."
Seeing the cold-faced lady sitting behind the desk, the commanding player lowered his head slightly and said hello with some uneasiness.
After giving him an unclear look, Qiushui Yiren spoke calmly.
"I heard that our situation on the battlefield is somewhat unfavorable?"
"Oh... From a tactical point of view, we are indeed facing some setbacks, but from a strategic point of view, our tactical retreat has bought us precious breathing time and seriously consumed the enemy's energy!
"
The commanding player tried hard to explain, trying to convince Qiushui Yiren that it was not his responsibility to have a bad situation on the front line.
"I can assure you that the next step will be a good opportunity for us to counterattack. After continuously capturing a large number of territories, the enemy has fallen into fatigue and has to divide its forces to defend the temporarily captured land.
At this time, we only need to send a small team of high-level players to continuously harass the enemy's rear. At the same time, when the enemy cannot support its retreat, we can send out large troops to accurately attack the enemy's weak points, and we will be able to obtain brilliant results!"
This explanation made some sense. Qiushui Yiren nodded with no hint of joy and anger, and once again raised a key question.
"So, what are our battle losses? Where has the front line retreated to?"
"Well……"
Faced with this unavoidable problem, the command player carefully looked at Qiushui Yiren's face, hesitated, and slightly beautified the battle report.
"Due to our poor equipment, the average number of deaths for players below level 40 is 1.8, and the average number of deaths for players above level 40 is 1.2. One medium teleportation array, three small teleportation arrays, and seventeen magic crystal cannons were lost.
In terms of mid-to-high-level NPCs, there is currently a sixth-level demonized knight commander, two fifth-level demonized knights, and a dozen fourth-level mercenaries who died in the battle.
Currently, our frontline retreats to Icefield City, and relying on the protective formation of Ice Dragon City, we have successfully dragged the enemy's 10,000-strong army here with only 2,000 people."
However, Qiushui Yiren's eyes gradually turned cold as she listened to the command player's report.
This number may not seem like a lot, but you must know that players can only be resurrected five times in total. Even if 888 resurrection stones are included, there are only six times.
In the process of upgrading, players will inevitably die more than once. Under this background, the higher the level of players, the more they care about their lives.
Normally, in this kind of long-term camp war similar to a national war, the average number of deaths of players on both sides is slowly rising. Before this command player took over, the average number of deaths of players above level 40 was still 0.5 to 0.6
Around this time, the number of deaths for players below level 40 is only 0.9 to 1.0.
But now, the average number of deaths for players above level 40 in the guild has actually exceeded 1, and the number of deaths for players below level 40 is even closer to 2!
As for the Icefield City, it is even more of a joke. That city is located on the Borean Plain and there is no danger to defend it. And more than ten kilometers away is a branch of the Manlchenko Mountains. After the guild lost it, the enemy troops were there.
Once you defend the only natural dangerous passage [Ice Dragon Pass], you will be in an invincible position.
"……I see."
After a moment of silence, Qiushui Yiren nodded again and sighed.
"The guild will remember your contribution!"
With that said, she turned around and looked at Ju Ling Youxiang who was waiting at the door.
"Pull out! Kill until the character is deleted!"
Upon hearing this, two high-level demonized knights immediately walked in from the door. One of them grabbed the half-elf bard player's arm, ignored his struggle, and dragged him out of the door.
"No! Let me go! I've lost blood for the guild! I've done meritorious service for the guild! You can't do this! I want to see the president! I want to see the president!!!"
The commanding player was frightened, struggled violently, and shouted at the top of his lungs, but still could not avoid the fate of being dragged away.
Rubbing her brows with a headache, Qiushui Yiren dismissed her subordinates. Looking at the confidential battle report in her hand, she felt that the future of the guild was dark.
Not only was the [Spark] resistance army's offensive unstoppable, but the people from the Glory Alliance camp were also taking advantage of the opportunity to attack the autumn wind. When they were retreating, they took the opportunity to occupy a city and plundered a lot of their logistics convoys and supplies.
Moreover, they can only swallow their anger for the time being, because fighting on two fronts at this time will only worsen the situation.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that their equipment, NPC camp strength, and player quality are not as good as theirs.
The only advantage of their side is that the Olivendi family is generous enough. Compared with other camps, the four major family camps pay almost twice as much for foreign aid.
Those who are willing to fight for the province of Kallas and the Olivendi family can receive extremely generous rewards every day. Including but not limited to gold coins, legendary equipment, precious magic materials, alchemical potions, and permanent attribute enhancements.
Strange items, props, etc.
Therefore, many players who join the Olivendi family camp actually have the purpose of saving a rich enough inheritance for themselves. They plan to record all the deaths of the current character here, and then open a new one with training resources and gold coins.
Number.
"It's a pity. If only we could get a batch of Black Knight Type III, we should be able to survive for another month. These stupid [beep--] NPCs of his [beep--] can't expand the magic structure
Do you have the exchange list installed?”
In a deserted place, Qiushui Yiren finally took off her iceberg beauty mask temporarily and couldn't help but curse.
There is no way. When fighting an enemy armed with obviously advanced magic constructs, the battle losses will obviously increase. However, those old-school aboriginal nobles reject the magic constructs in every possible way, and basically only provide
The market is full of low-end mass models.
"It sounds like you have some troubles?"
However, just after Qiushui Yiren finished complaining, she suddenly heard a spooky voice coming from behind her.
"Who?! Guard!"
Jumping forward suddenly like a frightened rabbit, Qiushui Yiren turned around and assumed a fighting stance as soon as she landed, while shouting a warning.
But what made her heart heavy was that even though she made such a big noise, the guards standing at the door did not rush in to protect her, as if they were in two different worlds that did not interfere with each other.
And the uninvited guest who appeared behind her seat, his figure shrouded in a dark cloak, all attributes were [???], and his level was obviously far higher than hers.
"Don't be nervous, I'm not your enemy."
Under Qiushui Yiren's nervous gaze, Anvis slowly spread his hands, indicating that he had no ill intentions.
"I overheard that you are troubled by the magic construct? It just so happens that I can provide you with some new options here."
As the voice fell, a ferocious magic-guided mecha with a height of nearly three meters and a pitch-black body fell out of thin air in front of Qiushui Yiren.
What is somewhat strange is that the gaps in the body of this construct are vaguely covered with a dark red flesh-like tissue.
This thing was made by Anvis using magic construction technology and the perfect blood preparation technology from another world. For him as a ninth-level person, this is just a thought.
"This is the fifth-level balanced magic structure [Black Thorn], which is close to the average sixth-level magic structure. I can exchange it for you in unlimited quantities."
Anvis casually gave the demonic construct he had just made with his hands a name, and watched with interest as Qiushui Yiren's expression gradually changed from wary suspicion to shock and excitement.
"Your Excellency, I wonder what price we need to pay in order to redeem this kind of magical construct from you in large quantities?"
After carefully inspecting this demonic structure, Qiushui Yiren had to admit that the properties of this strange structure were the best among all the structures she had ever seen.
Almost all of its attributes were much higher than the Black Knight Type 3 she had always coveted, and it even had a [self-recovery] trait that she had only seen on some Warcraft.
However, such a powerful piece of equipment would probably come with a similarly terrifying price.
"cost?"
Under the dark cloak, Anvis smiled, and a bloody eyeball appeared in his palm.
"It's very simple. The province of Kallas cannot fall so quickly. In addition, I need you to do something for me..."
In this era of full-scale turmoil in the empire, filled with war and turmoil, it's time for the Angel of Original Sin to truly show his face.