Chapter 596 We Were Counter-Invaded

The third tallest tower pillar.

The red-armored soldiers wandering around like zombies noticed that a carriage was approaching.

The soldiers who had no idea and were just wandering around instinctively raised their heads and moved closer.

The carriage stopped.

"It's me."

Gou Ge waved.

The soldiers remained silent.

"I brought new goods again." He pointed behind him, "Look, the new ones I just caught."

"How did you catch them?"

"It's very simple, just grab them casually."

How else could he catch them? Gou Ge, as the only undead who can communicate peacefully with the third tallest tower pillar, plays the role of a diplomat. He is responsible for sending the undead in intact, and everyone cooperates very well.

After all, it is still very rare for one of us to become an NPC in the internal test map.

"What's the fee?" Gou Ge asked.

"Come and take it together."

The undead watching from behind are very envious. If he continues at this pace, Gou Ge is likely to achieve financial freedom from now on. No, he has already achieved financial freedom.

A team of undeads were sent to the cell for imprisonment.

Soon, Brother Gou appeared again.

"I'm here with the goods again."

Slowly, Brother Gou was not enough alone, and mechanically modified undeads similar to Brother Gou began to appear to compete for business, and even undeads "accidentally" appeared within the range of the stone pillars of the third tallest tower and surrendered immediately.

The number of imprisoned undeads increased. The cell with 21 assists and others was full, followed by the adjacent cells, and the others... more and more.

Finally, even the cells where the wizards with sunken cheeks were located were filled.

The sudden wealth that came to the door surprised Lord Palatine.

"I should get up and go to work."

In the prison, the undead in the cell where 21 assists and others were located and the undead in the nearby cells chatted.

Their plan was to rush in with a burst of troops, use the human wave tactics that the undead were best at to rescue the target in the chaos, and plunder by the way.

It's just that the process is a bit too long.

"Yeah, I have something else to do today, so I'll log off first."

"I'm hungry, I'll log off and eat something."

"I'm going to have surgery."

"The doctor is so hard-working."

"I'm a patient."

"..."

It was already morning in the outside world, and they all took off their helmets reluctantly. Although it was so real that they couldn't tell reality from the game, their rumbling stomachs and the monthly installment debts and mortgage and car loans would remind them which side was the real world.

The cell was emptied for more than half in an instant, and the red-armored soldiers who had been dumb and dazed and kept repeating the previous actions to lock people in didn't notice the situation here at all.

They were still locking people in.

The undead people who had already had a simple discussion were also very cooperative. They found that the progress was simpler than they thought, so they all chose to log off after entering the cell.

Until His Excellency the Palatine, who was the general controller, found something wrong.

His cell didn't have that much space, so why hadn't it been filled up yet? Before, he thought that there were too many humans in the material plane in his hands, so he wanted to sell a few to others at a low price.

When his consciousness descended into the body of a red-armored soldier again, he came to the detention center.

Empty.

Only a dozen wizards with thin cheeks sat on the ground blankly.

Opening the cell to search, there was no sign of space fluctuation, no one was invisible, and no magic traces on the ground, indicating that no one escaped underground.

Where did all those people go?

…

At the military camp, a mystic with a leg bone crutches came to Mag to report on his work.

"Sir, the space gate is very stable."

"Stable?"

"Yes, we have no personnel losses and can send a large number of invasions." The mystic nodded, "The space is stable, and we can also keep in touch."

"Good!"

Mag was overjoyed.

The invasion that had been paused could finally continue again.

The little resources he had obtained through trading before only satisfied the red-robed wizard at the beginning, and then a large number of deaths and no progress made him bear a lot of pressure.

The other party is very good at defense.

The mystic reminded him, "It may be someone from the material plane. They stabilized the space at the other end."

There is a conspiracy!

But the mystic couldn't say it. Mag felt it was a bit strange but didn't think about the conspiracy. He just instinctively thought that the long-term defensive victory had made the lords of the material plane confused and thought they could fight openly.

After all, only those who lack resources invade the rich. I have never heard of people who would invade the barren areas from the rich areas even if they had to pay money. Anyone with a normal mind would avoid the cursed land.

Dongdongdong, heavy footsteps came.

A panting figure ran over.

"My lord!"

"What's wrong?"

He remembered the other party, the quartermaster who was responsible for plundering resources in nearby territories. However, with the breakdown of the "deal" with the material plane, the work of plundering resources became less important.

"We have encountered a problem."

They were forcibly collecting resources. It was normal that the people in those small territories were unwilling to give them. Otherwise, they would not be equipped with powerful soldiers to cooperate.

"Okay, let's do this for now. Pull our forces back. Invading the material plane is the top priority."

"But almost all the teams we sent out have lost contact."

"What!"

What a courage!

That was Mag's first thought. The local residents whose brains were affected by the curse must have launched a reckless sneak attack.

"I went to those territories again." The visitor continued, "They are all gone, turned into ruins, and there is no one alive."

His voice was trembling.

"It's like a natural disaster, swallowed by a terrifying attack. Even some buildings that were not seriously damaged were swept away, and all the property was lost."

"Who did it?"

"I don't know. There shouldn't be such a force locally."

Just as they were still thinking and discussing, the sound of fighting and shouting outside broke their train of thought.

"It's the undead, the undead are invading!"

When the undead invaded in large numbers, the most outstanding and powerful group of undead were the fastest, and could invade silently and calmly sweep the cursed land.

But the other undead with ordinary skills were a bit miserable. They had to go through a lot of hardships to defeat the enemies in the PVP copy of Tianxing Magic School. After passing through the portal, they accidentally attracted the attention of the enemy.

One exposure leads to a group of people being exposed.

When Mag rushed out and looked at the chaotic battlefield, he just heard a human shouting: "Kill! Kill these invaders!"

You are the invader, this is the cursed land, we are the invaded!

Mag quickly issued an order, the horn sounded on the battlefield, and the curse was like a magic sound. Although it was painful, it was very suitable as a reminder signal, which allowed the cursed soldiers to react immediately, knowing that the current order was to retreat and keep a distance, and then find the right time to counterattack.

The undead rushed out like a dam opening the gates.

In the Tianxing Magic School, there is a barrier magic from the alien planets, which can limit the number and divide the battlefield into small pieces that do not disturb each other.

But no one here has such a great power.

This is the first time that the undead and the soldiers of the cursed land have met in the true sense. There is no difference in the number of the army for the time being.

Mag looked at the undead charging ahead in surprise: "This group of people is simply crazy."

He had never seen such a crazy enemy, using suicide attacks to forcibly overwhelm the cursed soldiers, and it was easy to tell with his eyes that this group of people could not gain an advantage in the face of the cursed soldiers' attack.

With the advantage of the local area, without the support of magic elements, the power that group of people could show was completely limited.

And in terms of fearlessness of death, the cursed soldiers were not bad.

In this way, people kept pouring out, and then they were killed again and again by the cursed soldiers in a siege posture, controlling the range of action of the anti-invaders. Except for a small number of material plane humans who escaped, most of them died in front of the battlefield.

"Will they still turn into ashes after death?"

This is a feature that has been discovered long ago. The humans in that material plane seem to be different from humans in other planes. When they die, they will disappear and turn into ashes on the spot, and nothing will be left after a gust of wind blows.

The collision between the two sides continued.

Although he has always maintained an absolute advantage, Mag is not in a good mood, because this battle did not take place in the material plane, and the battlefield was forcibly transferred to the cursed land.

This means that their invasion progress not only did not move forward, but even regressed!

"Lord Magg."

A panicked voice came from behind.

Magg turned his head unhappily, hoping that the voice could give him an explanation.

When he turned his head, he saw a mystic and a warrior in red armor following the mystic.

"Lord Jawbone!"

Magg immediately knelt on one knee.

He was a subordinate of Lord Red Robe Mage, but he had to maintain the same respect when facing a strong man.

At the same time, the other party was also a lord whose strength was only slightly inferior to that of the Red Robe Mage among the nearby lords.

Lord Jawbone, a lord without his own soldiers.

His subordinates were all zombies, and they could only act according to certain rules, and Lord Jawbone could freely bring his consciousness to his soldiers.

"A large number of humans appeared here?" asked the red-armored soldier.

"Yes!"

Magg did not dare to hide it and told everything he knew.

"We invaded a material plane..."

There was not much useful content. They invaded for a long time, but they didn't even leave the magic school.

"I want to capture a few humans from the material plane."

"Of course." Mag nodded, "You can have as many as you want."

The upper level has disputes over interests, so let the upper level solve them. He is just a stinky worker. He will listen to the orders of whoever is in front of him. As long as he completes the tasks assigned to him, he can ensure the safety of his life.

The red-armored soldiers joined the battlefield, and the victory of the war once again tilted towards the cursed land.

The scale of the war has increased several times out of control.

The anti-invasion enemy did not retreat when they knew they would lose, but increased the speed of invasion. Moreover, because the people who came first occupied the entrance of the portal, the cursed soldiers could not get in for a short time.

The other party has mastered the transmission channel, so naturally there will be endless humans who will skip the intermediate steps and rush directly.

"Don't move!" A red-armored soldier caught an undead.

"Will you not kill me if you don't move?" The undead suddenly asked.

Not only the red-armored soldiers were stunned by his problem, but even the cursed soldiers who had been fighting with him and sighed at their bravery and fearlessness were also stunned.

I was killing so hard just now because I was afraid that I would die slowly. Why would I ask if I would be killed now?

If you're really afraid of death, don't invade.

"If you are captured by me," the red-armored soldier replied, "you won't die."

"I surrender!" The undead man neatly squatted on the ground holding his head.

"I surrender too!"

"I also!!"

"Please, take me one."

They scrambled to hold their heads and squat down, fearing that if they were a little slower, they would miss the opportunity to "survive".

It’s impossible not to fight for it. The spring is blocked. They haven’t seen how fun the new map in the closed beta is. It doesn’t matter if they are prisoners, they should at least experience it first.

Mag, who was watching this scene: "..."

He had felt before that these people might not be normal, but now that feeling was getting worse.

Is it true fear of death, or is it just a temporary solution?

It smells like conspiracy!

"It smacks of conspiracy."

Mag subconsciously shut up, and then realized that the voice came from behind him. He was sure that he couldn't speak yet, so he turned his head and looked back.

The one who spoke was the mystic who had been following him, and he thought he accidentally blurted out his thoughts.

The mystic noticed that everyone's eyes were turning towards him, so he smiled and shut up.

The red-armored soldiers did not accept unlimited numbers, but controlled the number of undead within the controllable range of their own army.

As for the rest, they were still greeted by massacre.

The essence of this battle has not changed, it is an invasion.

In the face of invaders, when there is no way to guarantee absolute victory, it is best to kill them all. Mag, who has scruples about the madness of humans in the material plane, gives orders without mercy.

Kill until the opponent stops coming out!

…

The third tallest tower stone pillar.

Inside the cell.

Some people came online and found that this place was no different from before.

"You, you!" The wizards were shocked as they looked at the "same kind" who had disappeared out of thin air and now appeared out of thin air.

This is a method that even Mr. Paladin can’t figure out.

Come and go freely.

"Let's get you out."

"How to get out? This is Jaw Bone's territory. You don't know how terrifying he is!"

The wizards had been tortured until they were mentally exhausted and couldn't even think of any resistance.

"Hurry up, there will be more and more people online, and we might be squeezed to death."

"That's right!"

"Here I go, I'll pick the lock."

There are many talents among the undead, and you can see all kinds of weird skills, and the reasons why the undead learn are also all kinds of strange. For example, the lockpicking skill is a must-learn skill for the undead. When combined with stealth skills, you can transform into a "holy thief" .

"There are at least a few thousand red-armored soldiers wandering outside."

Although the wizards were led out, they were not optimistic.

"Your Majesty Jaw Bone also has dozens of red-armored troops, all sleeping nearby."

Looking at the red-armored soldiers wandering ahead, their expressions changed again and again.

"Let's fight like this once. Even if we die, it's better than hiding inside all the time." The wizards' eyes gradually became firmer.

Their magic power was exhausted, and they didn't have much strength left to swing their fists.

"Why die? Brothers! It's online!"