When the sky finally darkened, a small airship appeared in the sky, docking directly above the fortress with flashing red lights.

"Bang!" A metal box was thrown roughly inside the fortress, and the airship then sprayed white steam, slowly increasing the height upwards.

"Are you guessing that a team of monster soldiers will come out in addition to the weapons of those monsters?" The boring mercenaries pointed and looked at the box, betting on each other.

Before the battle came, these guys who were licking blood at the edge of the knife could only pass the time and relax themselves in this way.

Li Yanlong and the monk Feng Wuyi opened the box with a crowbar, revealing the goods inside, a whole box of large armor and heavy weapons.

Just as the mage said, these equipment were really temporary, with the heavy armor without any decoration or patterns.

The rough surface, with the dark gray after metal oxidation, shows a unique industrial beauty.

The huge warhammer, wheel axe, and without even adding the most basic anti-slip technology, were piled into the box at will. As the box opened, a metal helmet rolled all the way to the feet of the demon hunter.

Xu Yichen reached out and picked up the helmet. After buying it, he weighed nearly five kilograms. The rough edges were even a little bit thorny. He looked up at Yang Yuefan: "In addition to the assembly line, stamping and molding, the defensive power of this thing is quite considerable."

Of course, Yang Yuefan heard the meaning of the Demon Hunter's words. The witch kings had at least completed the initial increase in productivity to the industrial level at this period.

Compared with the Far South, the weapons and armor manufacturing there are still at the level of handicrafts, and the gap between the two is quite huge.

"Templars, Abraham Lincoln, take out the equipment of the powerful orcs of the Uruk and distribute it to those powerful orcs." The voice of the mage Witt being strengthened came from the tower: "If they do not respond to those equipment, let your people arm them with these equipment."

Abraham shrugged and led a team of slave soldiers to count the equipment inside: "Maybe those strong orcs will eat me first."

"I've seen their distant relatives, the green ones, they really eat people." The Demon Hunter introduced the prototypes of these things, which almost made the Templar's legs weak.

"Mercenaries and adventurers, please note that your mission is coming. After one hour, eight minutes to one hour, seventeen minutes, the swarm of insects will arrive at the No. 370 Soldier Station." The voice of the mage Witt echoed throughout the base, causing all the mercenaries to stand up straight and start preparing for battle.

As the slave soldiers emptied the iron box, complex patterns gradually appeared inside the box, and the sound in the tower sounded again: "Mercenaries, I need you to put an intact bug into this box, and your mission has been completed."

The captain of the sword and shield team stood in the center of the square: "Master! How should we evacuate after we complete the mission! We all know that this broken place cannot be guarded in the end!"

These mercenaries had planned to directly control the mage when the mage Wit arrived and asked the other party to let him leave this ghost place.

But the Templar told him tactfully that the only consequence of doing so was to attract high-level mages to burn all living things here into pieces.

There is no negotiation, no compromise, only obedience and fair trade. This is the perception of the mage group among New World people.

"I have paid a high enough commission. My only requirement is a living bug!" The voice of the mage Witt came from the top of the tower: "Although I also think the possibility of you surviving is very low, your only hope is to resist the attacks of the insect swarm here and destroy them all here."

"Sorry, everyone, I can only help you kill more bugs and reduce your pressure." Despite saying that, there was no sign of apologetic in the mage's voice.

"I'm not going to do this ghost mission!" A lone wolf mercenary roared towards the tower: "If I can't survive, you don't want to get any bugs as pets!"

The next moment, a lightning bolt from the sky split the unlucky guy in metal armor into a corpse, twitching reflexively on the ground.

"Sorry, any behavior or individual that may affect the task will not be allowed." The mage Witt said calmly: "The first thing you worry about is my task, because if the task is not completed, even if you are lucky enough to survive here, you will be physically eliminated by me or other mages after that."

"The priority of missions is much greater than the meaning of your existence." The voice on the tower stopped completely, leaving only the mercenaries outside speechless.

"Okay, don't be dazed, let's live here first, you all hear it! The bugs are coming soon! They are cheering up!" The demon hunter clapped his hands and attracted everyone's attention: "I don't plan to become the food for the bugs!"

Several players smiled at each other and said that these mercenaries would not be able to fight hard this time, which was a good start for their mission.

The Templar commanded the slave soldiers to talk about the guy who was struck to death, moved into the barracks, and looked into the distance with a serious look on his face.

Although the sun has set, an artificial light source illuminates the entire steel fortress at the top of the tower where the mage is located, allowing defenders to easily see a place thousands of meters away.

At the foot, the slight vibration from the earth made the demon hunter carry his weapons onto the city wall: "Prepare to start the carnival! Our guests are about to arrive!"

The female warrior took out the bottle of "Terron thick phlegm" given to her by the Demon Hunter. Of course, Vitoria always thought that this thing was called "Green Lava". This name was made up by Xu Yichen casually.

Vitoria knocked off the mouth of the bottle on her shield and drank half of the bottle in one sip: "I finally come, this is the life I want!"

"Fight! Fighting never stops! That's right, this is my place of glory!" The mad cow stood next to the samurai, holding up his weapon, and slapped his chest with his other hand: "Come on! If this is my last battle, let me glorify my tribe with the blood of the enemy!"

The barbarian war cry aroused everyone's morale.

When the others walked into their positions, the Crazy Bull asked carefully beside the samurai, "If we all survived and finished this battle, would you go back to the tribe and marry me?"
Chapter completed!