System prompt: Welcome to the third floor of Kalita Temple [Relics of Gods]

The ruins of God will be divided into multiple areas according to the remaining factions.

Each area is divided into two camps: a and b.

You can win by capturing the opponent's stronghold or destroying the enemy camp. (Acquiring the stronghold for thirty seconds is considered to be a successful capture.)

If neither side seizes the opponent's stronghold within thirty minutes, the winner will be determined based on the casualties.

The winning side enters the next level.

Everyone is familiar with the content of the third level, which is the very traditional way of winning the flag on the battlefield.

No wonder there is a character A at the foot of the hut where everyone is located, which turned out to be a stronghold mark.

As the task changes, the system begins to allocate areas.

At the same time, information about the hostile camp appeared in front of everyone in the Tianlong Sect.

Faction: [Millions of heroic soldiers].

Point:b

Alliance Guild: A hundred miles of rampant, a alliance of thousands of troops.

Number of players remaining: 3112.

"Three thousand people... I'm damn..."

Seeing the number of opponent players, Zhang Sanfeng and Duan Canglong were both stunned. Look at me, I look at you, your eyes are full of horror.

Everyone is familiar with the gameplay of winning the flag on the battlefield.

It means throwing the two men into a small map to seize the stronghold.

You can win by taking down one of the two strongholds first.

The simpler the game mode, the lower the demand for players' tactics, especially in the almost head-on team battle style of winning flags on the battlefield, the more players there are, the more dominant it is.

There are too many ants to kill elephants, and the two sides are not the difference between ants and elephants.

In "Apocalypse", if one can beat two, even if one is a master, the other one can beat ten is considered a top expert.

Even for professional players, facing opponents with excellent equipment skills at the same level, it is already the limit to be able to fight twenty at one time.

Even a ruthless person like Dai Yuanyuan once said that when you face it head-on, one can fight forty or fifty at most... One against one is a myth, and it must appear under specific conditions.

For example, a kite streamer like Wang Li who can instantly be used.

After all, players have different professions, including long-range and melee battles, and professions cooperate with each other, the strength they can exert is not as simple as one plus one.

Look at it now, there are only thirteen people on my side, but there are more than 3,000 people on the other side.

What is this concept?

There is a gap of nearly 240 times, that is, if you want to win the battle, you must play 240 per person...

This special cat is simply an unfinished task.

Although the two also knew that Wang Li and Dai Yuan were not as strong as humans, and their magic power was boundless and they were not as humans.

However, under the suppression of absolute numbers, the hope of winning is almost zero, which can be said to be very slim.

However, when they saw the reactions of Wang Li and the others who were Wubian Mana, they became even more confused.

Not only did these guys not panic like them, but instead chatted there with a calm look on their faces.

I only heard a hundred steps through Yangshu and speak loudly: "Tsk, there are only more than 3,000 people in two guilds..."

It's only more than three thousand, can you hear this?

Brother? We are only a dozen people.

Then there was Jiuxing Poisonous Milk. The old guy clasped his nostrils and said, "Sanqian is all right, Wubian, how can we fight? Should I take them in one wave?"

“???”

Both of them were almost stunned. What were they talking about?

In fact, Duan Canglong and the others used to listen to Jiuxing Poison Milk boasting that they could fight against ten thousand.

However, normal people will not take this kind of words seriously, and at most they will smile and not expose it. At this time, the meaning of Jiuxing Poison Milk seems to be true...

Even the two of them had always believed in the most boundless magic power, and at this time they said: "There is no need for only three thousand people."

"Isn't that necessary?"

The two almost fell to the ground.

"Well, everyone... are you serious or are you kidding?" Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but ask.

Duan Canglong also looked at the few people with a gaze.

Everyone has been together for so long. The two newcomers, Zhang Sanfeng and Duan Canglong, also know the character of the guys of the Tianlong Sect. These guys come together either attack and sarcasm or compare and brag, and have no real appearance.

When he said this, Zhang Sanfeng thought they were bragging about the irrelevant kind of cow just like before.

It's okay if you usually do this. Now the enemy can still make a fuss. Is it because you have to give up?

"What are you kidding? We never joke." Mana Wubian was very serious.

"No kidding? But...this..." the two became more and more at a loss.

If it's not a joke, it's just serious. A dozen people are discussing how to defeat the "just" three thousand people here. How do they think about this scene?

"Can you know these two guilds?"

Wubian Mana ignored the two newcomers and turned around to ask Zongheng Wushuang.

"It's okay, it's also a big guild." Zongheng Wushuang said: "Who is the boss who is yelling to compete with him for the enemy? He is a mage... The boss who has thousands of troops shouts without bloodshed is a warrior. These two are also considered veteran masters. The guild is also considered a normal rule and there are no outstanding masters."

"How strong are these two?"

Everyone in the Tianlong Sect asked curiously.

"Very strong." Zongheng Wushuang said: "Better than me."

"Oh...so that."

Everyone smiled slightly, and a playful expression appeared on their faces.

It is a little bit stronger than Zongheng Wushuang. In everyone's eyes, it can only be considered a veteran, but it is still a little far from a master.

"Second! You bunch of garbage!!" Zong Heng Wushuang, who was despised, suddenly became furious.

"That's a master?" Wang Li asked Dai Yuanyuan beside him ruthlessly.

Dai Yuanyuan answered honestly: "I have never seen a master except you."

After saying that, he also glanced at the Tianlong Sect, with some intent of looking down on all living beings.

"Your uncle!!"

The expressions on the faces of a group of people from the Tianlong Sect, which were originally very superior, instantly frozen, and their fists were pinching.

Wubian Mana thought for a while and said, "It would be easy for an opponent of this level to fight an annihilation battle, but since it is a snatching stronghold... it cannot be too casual, after all, you have to defend the stronghold."

"That's right, we have too few people. If we separate people to defend our strongholds, it will be difficult to steal their strongholds." Everyone also realized the problem when they heard the boundless magic power.

"Annihilation war is easy..."

Zhang Sanfeng and Duan Canglong, who were covering their crotch, suddenly felt like they were different.

I'm so fucking, are you playing the same game?

According to normal game logic, defending the stronghold is actually easier than annihilation on the front.

Especially when the strength of the enemy and us is very different, stealing home often has a glimmer of hope.
Chapter completed!