Chapter 600: War on the Deep Forest Kingdom!

After learning that Her Majesty the Queen had turned a deaf ear and completely ignored the pioneers' rebellious transgressions, the nobles of the entire kingdom were silent for a while.

The nobles of the southern border were fine, as they had already been trained by the pioneers in a gentle way. They were gentle and respectful, and thick-skinned enough, so they were not afraid of being slapped twice more.

But the nobles of the eastern and northern borders were really scared and became obedient citizens who could never repay the queen's kindness. They gave money, food, and loyalty, and were even more filial than the royal capital faction.

As everyone's only king and father, Fia had unknowingly grown into the most powerful monarch in the history of the Glowing Kingdom.

After hearing that her grandfather had been chased by Ji Ming's ghost, and finally had a reliable helper, she also announced something that should have been announced long ago.

"Declare war on the Deep Forest Kingdom!"

An Yan thought: "Okay, okay, you play it this way, right?"

However, just like a kind old ghost in another world, Fia, who accidentally said the key words, seemed to have triggered some hidden mechanism.

In return, the next day, the Dark Flame Consciousness, whose momentum had just slowed down, directly launched a second round of attacks.

"No, if you are unhappy, you can directly airdrop to Qixia City to fight the queen, don't come to fight us!"

Now it's good, the players who just found the cards from the nobles suffered a heavy blow, and the line they had managed to maintain was smashed on the spot.

Half of the eighteen important military towns that barely formed a line of defense were lost on the same day, and the remaining nine fell one by one in the next few days.

"Oh my God, the defenders collapsed, and the Western Territory is completely finished!"

Whether it is the battlefield observers from Lingxi and Beimos, or the consultants who provide references for the officials of various countries, they all came to a very pessimistic conclusion.

——The snowball of the messenger cavalry is getting bigger and bigger. If it continues like this, it will really be just a matter of time before Shenlin attacks Qixia City!

However, at this critical moment, a brand new news suddenly began to spread in the countryside of the Western Territory where people were in mourning.

"Gods above, the Iron Legion is back!"

After several days of arduous march, Eleanor and the new Iron Legion finally arrived at her loyal West.

As the only noble reinforcement, they descended from the sky, killed all the messenger cavalry, subdued the skeleton dragon as a general, severely damaged the daring Dark Flame consciousness, and became the strongest in Yangyue. The whole book is over.

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Well, unexpectedly but reasonably, their arrival did not change anything.

A mere 10,000 recruits who have just received tactical training for only a few months, even with the old Iron Legion as the backbone, cannot change the situation on the battlefield.

But this does not mean that Eleanor's efforts are meaningless, or that her arrival itself is meaningful.

For Eleanor, "Changge Couple" and "Iron Legion" are her parents and the greatest legacy left by her parents.

For players, they are Yue Fei and Yue's Army in another world, King Arthur, Hannibal Barca, a kind of sympathetic regret.

To An Yan's consciousness, it was an ant that tried to resist his legendary hegemony twenty years ago, and now it is dead without even a slag left.

But for the people in the Western Territory, Iron Armor is the sky!

When a person feels that his life is hopeless, but he must grit his teeth to survive, he often puts his faith in something else.

On Earth, there are non-existent gods, and in Yangyue, there are real gods.

In the Western Territory, when the people were tortured by the shameless nobles and the deep forest plunderers, but no gods came to save them, it was the Iron Armor Legion that responded to their prayers.

Although compared with the long night, their appearance was like a match, suddenly lit up, and then hastily disappeared, and even turned themselves into snow-white ash.

But because they have seen the light, they can't stand the darkness even more, so in the following twenty years of painful torture, the Iron Armor Legion gradually evolved into an abstract belief in the Western Territory.

The people of the Westerlands do not believe in God, nobles, or even the king, but they believe that the Ironclad Army and the Marquis and his wife will come back one day, and then everyone will be happy.

This is a powerful force that even Eleanor herself did not expect, so when she set foot on the land of the Westerlands with the flag of the Ironclad Army, the land seemed to suddenly come alive.

The whole world celebrated and told each other that after entering the Westerlands for a long time, many players even saw smiles on the faces of local people for the first time.

"The princess is here, the Ironclad has not forgotten us!"

"Let's go and welcome His Highness!"

"Father, I want to join the Ironclad Army, please... what? OK! Let's avenge our mother together!"

Many people who were already lying down and waiting to die walked out of their homes, holding hoes and pitchforks, and decided to participate in this war.

Although the weak ones could not change the landslide-like situation even if they tried their best, isn't fighting a kind of momentum?

"Even the old man has gone to the battlefield, we really can't be cowardly!"

"We have to bring back some results today, otherwise we will be sorry for the food the villagers sent us."

"Isn't it just level one experience? I'm going all out today!"

So that night, the players finally won the first victory of the Glorious since the Deep Foresters launched the second round of offensive.

Although they only cleared out the messenger cavalry in a barony, and they could be taken away by the enemy's counterattack at any time, it was enough to cheer people up.

[Haha, at the scene! ]

After taking a photo with his brothers and posting it on D Station, Ai Ge, who was much more embarrassed than before, sat down on the ground.

As well-known internet celebrities, the four of them participated in this anti-aggression war without hesitation and became volunteer guardians who could not get a penny.

Fortunately, although the battle situation became more and more tense, because everyone was above level 40, there was no combat casualty for the time being.

Even just now, under the cover of other players, they turned into super bald strong, chopped and chopped, and successfully cleared a large area of ​​green forest.

After closing his eyes and resting for a while, Ai Ge suddenly felt that his arm was touched.

"Eh? Boss, look at the ruins over there, do you think it looks familiar?"

"Huh?"

Ai Ge opened his eyelids with difficulty and took a look. After a little thought, he laughed.

"Oh, that's right! Come and see, brothers! Isn't that the castle of Baron Sima?"

"Wow, I haven't seen Fashion for a few days. Not to mention the open kitchen, there is even an open bedroom!"

"Oh, so we've come back after a long journey, haha!"

Maybe because of the pressure, the rare happy time made the four of them almost laugh silly, until a figure appeared nearby.

Looking around for a moment, he waved to them.

"Hey, are you the wandering poets?"

"Hmm? Yes! May I ask who you are..."

"Oh, I'm your fan! I always love to listen to your songs."

I didn't expect to meet fans in such a remote place, so they signed autographs and took photos. After a long time, they found out...

"Oh, so you watched our video and followed the path to find us."

"Yes, and my ancestors... are veterans! You know, so I also want to walk the path of my old grandfather again."

"Okay, then we will fight side by side!"

"No problem, we must win the anti-aggression part!"

After temporarily bidding farewell to this enthusiastic fan brother, the four of them laughed a few more times and fell into silence.

"Have you thought about it?"

"I thought about it."

"I thought about it too."

"No way, you want to go to the toilet too?"

"..."

No mistake in one song, one post, one content, one book, one bar, one 6, one 9!

On the morning of the second day, as this great victory spread rapidly in the field of Earth news, an article also gradually became popular.

[Dear fans and friends, hello, we are the poets of the wandering world...]

[In short, whether it is troops or supplies, the people in the Western Territory need your help now. If you have time...]

[No matter what, we will fight endlessly! ]

Relying on their biggest advantage of more than 10 million fans on the entire network, they posted an article on each account under their name, calling on players to intervene in this war and save the people in the Western Territory.

And it's not just them. After learning about the Iron Legion's inspiring effect on the Western Territory, a large number of players who were moved also began to run around on the Internet.

[Please, please join us]

[What were you doing when the invaders came? Are you free? Can you come to save us? ]

[Don't hesitate, at 8 o'clock tonight, let's burn the executioner to ashes together! ]

[Okay, I have a lot of classes tomorrow so I don't have time. If I lose my life today, I can continue playing the day after tomorrow]

[They say that fathers and sons fight together, but this time I brought my mom here. Let me tell you, my mom is an airgun champion]

[Okay, I didn't expect that a veteran like me whose daughter is three years old would have the opportunity to return to the battlefield. I won't say more. Guangfu will pay with one life! ]

[I mainly play a mage, level 50, and I've spent a lot of money. Jingcheng will pay with one life! ]

[I studied abroad and can play with guns. Magic City will pay with one life! ]

[Fuck, it's okay to be cowardly in real life, but you can't be afraid of death in the game, right? Sanjin will pay with one life! ]

[Follow the footsteps of the ancestors, Sichuan and Shu will pay with one life! ]

[What? Why are all you Chinese people... Oh, okay, I'm a royal family, I'll pay with one life too! ]

[Bro, don't forget us Texans, I can give you guns! # Pay with one life]

[The team is ready, anyone who is willing to join my team can get the money! If you are interested, you can send me a private message... # I will accompany you with my life]

Then something strange happened. A new meme consisting of three Chinese characters inexplicably swept the global Internet and became a special label for this cyber recruitment.

Even if only one percent of people have the time and energy to accept the call, when the player base is close to 100 million, it is still a million-level migration.

But.

Although this large-scale recruitment is in full swing, the population limit of the servers in the Western Region is always objectively present, so that many regions can only accommodate a maximum of 3,000 players.

If it is to carry out tasks and interact with NPCs, this is definitely considered a dense number of players, but compared with the vast number of messenger cavalry, it is really not enough.

After the boss found out about this, he immediately reported it to Ji Ming and asked him if he wanted to find an excuse to start a large version and temporarily lift the restrictions on the Western Region.

But to his surprise, Ji Ming directly chose to refuse.

The reason for the refusal was also very simple.

"Only after suffering hardships, overcoming difficulties, and choking on blood can people know how valuable the things they have fought for are."

"So since I have given them immortality and instant messaging as plug-ins, it is impossible to give them more."

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"Don't worry, humans in history have encountered many disasters that are more torturous than this thing, but we have all overcome them. This is called the resilience of civilization."

"If they can't hold on, I will take action, but at least now, just think of me as being cruel and let them dance in shackles."

Facts have proved that Ji Ming's optimism is correct, because after a brief period of anxiety and uneasiness, the players quickly found the most reasonable way to fight.

The upper limit of the number of players on a single noble server (X)

The upper limit of the population of the undead on a single noble server (√)

With millions of players pouring into the West, all the servers that have not yet fallen are filled to the brim.

The result of this is that if one dies on the front line, one can be replaced immediately behind, so that the front line always has a full player state.

"Wuhu, it's finally my turn. Everyone, I'll go first!"

"Mom, I'm going to the battle. The phone is hung up."

"Fuck, I just bought a few grenades. I have to take at least three heads with this life!"

And compared with the players who are fearless and just playing the game, they can't be transformed into messenger cavalry after death.

Because every player will collect as many knight heads as possible and put them in their backpacks before they die, so as to "kidnap" them back to the dungeon.

The messenger cavalry not only can't get fresh blood in the battle, but their own population has been packed away by the pioneers.

Three less here, five less there, magnified to the entire front line, thousands of people are missing, it's crazy.

Anyan consciousness: No, what am I fighting against, is this magic! ?

Although the number of reductions is still only a drop in the bucket compared to the hundreds of millions of messenger cavalry.

But with the joint efforts of the players and the people of the West, the battle line that had been in a state of collapse was once again stalemated.

"Good!"

The happiest person after learning about this was naturally Fia. In order to maintain the precarious majesty of the royal family, she stayed in Qixia and finally got some good news.

Coincidentally, although she was so poor that she had almost no soldiers to mobilize, she had a little wealth in her wallet because she had just raided the homes of those nobles in the opposition.

After holding an internal meeting, she took the initiative to distribute the kingdom's pensions according to the level of the fallen pioneers, and sent people to the West to mobilize a batch of food and supplies to support Princess Eleanor and the Glorious Army and People's Resistance Movement.