When the scene before the demon hunter brightened again, the indigenous people came back to life and continued what they were doing just now.

Under the command of Abraham, the surviving slave soldiers cleaned up the body at the gate, and the thick metal door slowly closed again.

"Where are you?" The demon hunter stood on the city wall, observing the swarms of insects gathered in the distance. The hissings of the insects seemed a little distorted after crossing thousands of meters.

"What are your conspiracy?" Xu Yichen sent a short message to Yang Yuefan. The only place inside the fortress that he had not entered was the tower.

"The mage is reporting the situation here to the top." Yang Yuefan replied after a brief pause: "This place has been abandoned. The mage is calling his airship to come to pick up the goods."

The demon hunter looked up at the tower behind him and showed a sneer: "This mage is still a bit cruel and ruthless. What are your plans?"

"The country is very interested in the powerful force of the Witch King. Since the mission is just refreshed here, I plan to catch a living and explore the way." Yang Yuefan's tone seemed even more gloomy than the Demon Hunter.

"Why did I hear that I have dealt with those nuns in China?" Xu Yichen remembered that the monk Tang Sanzang talked about the Loess Zone once.

"That's just a little conflict. Our intelligence department's goal is the real ruler of the New World." Yang Yuefan didn't know where he was hiding, and he didn't seem to be worried that the wizard would discover his whereabouts. He chatted with the Demon Hunter with great interest: "These casters have a very modern organizational structure and productivity."

"Domestic players took more than two years to control the government after the game started, and they had long looked at the world." Yang Yuefan found a comfortable position in the magic tower and monitored the movements of the mages: "These witch kings and mages are as conspicuous as pearls in the dark in this feudal society."

"Didn't you communicate with the players of the US?" The mercenaries behind Xu Yichen were counting their wounded and dead, and the atmosphere seemed a little depressing.

"Those miserables are the first players to enter the game. They are all divided into New World according to their geographical location." Yang Yuefan's tone revealed joy: "It's a pity that they were either captured by the witch kings and became slaves, or fled to the border areas to be guerrillas, or went to South America to grab territory with the barbarians."

"They can't get in touch with such a high-end power as the Witch King. If there weren't a few Witch Kings who were orderly and kind in the camp, they would probably have drawn a free collar," Yang Yuefan suddenly paused: "Wait, the mage received the reply, and the airship would arrive here in three minutes."

"We will be ready for it after receiving it." The Demon Hunter moved his muscles and bones, and fought with people, which was better than fighting with insects: "When the airship arrived, we will be responsible for armed seizures, and you will control the mage."

"I understand." The amateur assassin from the relevant department smiled at such a safe and unprepared mage.

After simply notifying the target of the battle, the Demon Hunter said to Templar Abraham: "Something may happen in a while. We are going to give ourselves a glimmer of hope. Are you going to die here or do it with us?"

Judging from the previous mission prompts, I am afraid that the corresponding battle group talent of [Heart of Freedom] is related to the Templar who was born as a slave in front of me.

The Demon Hunter didn't know what actually happened inside this fortress in history, but after the player intervened, Xu Yichen took over the command directly, and the story line had completely deviated.

Since the emergence of the hidden mission, he kept wondering if the players hadn't entered the game, would this fortress have a chance to survive the fierce battle before?

If it weren't for him, who would have stood up to lead the overall situation in this fortress? Command these slave soldiers and mercenaries?

Apart from Abraham, who had always seemed a little silent, there was no other choice. He could control these slave soldiers and form a real line of defense.

In this kind of war-level battle, those mercenaries who are used to small-scale combat have no room for professionals to play.

How did they do it? Or how did Abraham do it? How did he block the first wave of attacks of the swarm without the support of these players? He caught the huge bug?

The demon hunter looked at the Templar in front of him with confusion, waiting for his answer.

When Abraham heard the words of the Demon Hunter again, he was shocked and felt that his thoughts seemed to have been seen through. He asked with a tremolo, "What does it mean?"

"This mage has called the airship to transport the bug. I think he may not count us." The demon hunter pointed at the bugs gathered in the distance: "Those things will not stay there honestly."

"What do you want me to do?" Abraham narrowed his eyes and said to the Demon Hunter: "I am just a Templar who has just left the slave class, and those wizards are still my masters."

He pointed to his head and said with a flash of eyes: "As long as he wants, I will become a puppet without thoughts, unless he is willing to touch the vows on me and return freedom to me."

"I understand, maybe he is so enlightened?" The Demon Hunter said with a smile on his face: "You just need to do nothing in a while."

The Templar nodded obscurely, gathered his slave soldiers together, and vaguely surrounded the powerful orcs in the middle: "My people can limit those monsters for up to two minutes."

"Enough." Xu Yichen turned around and sent a message to Yang Yuefan: "Don't forget to let our mage return freedom to these brave warriors in a while."

On the horizon in the distance, a ray of light had appeared in the east, and a huge airship was vaguely seen sailing in this direction.

Every time Xu Yichen sees such simple aviation equipment made by the mages, he feels that the genes belonging to the plunder are boiling in his heart.

Sooner or later I have to make this thing!

As the airship gradually lowered its height, everyone in the fortress saw this behemoth.

Excluding players, there are less than ten mercenaries recruited by the mage who can still stand on their own strength. Several seriously injured people showed joy in their eyes and were finally leaving this ghost place!

The mage Witt looked at the people below with a sneer: "You guys should stay here."
Chapter completed!