As soon as the large-scale dark sky came out, almost all players within the shrouded area were immediately out of sight.
Only a small number of players who have selected the 'Dark Vision' or 'Night Fighting' specialties have a field of vision range of several meters.
Then the commanders of various guilds and teams shouted wildly: "Use the illumination technique. Those who don't have the illumination technique can light a torch for me."
Similar sounds came and went.
Soon, balls of light and bunches of torches were raised.
There are at least hundreds of light balls, and there should be three to four hundred torches.
It stands to reason that such a number of light sources should be able to illuminate the entire valley and basin, but these light sources are like match seedlings in the dark. The light sources are there, but they are pitifully weak and seem to be completely transparent. Without going out, even if there are hundreds of light sources, the range that can be illuminated is not large, and it barely creates a feeling of dusk in the evening.
"The enemy's dark magic can absorb light." A commander immediately reacted and shouted: "Are there any light priests? Can we see if the sun shines on this group and make it bright?"
Soon several small suns were at the bottom of the valley, and several more appeared on the hillside.
The light in the entire valley basin was brighter, but it was only a little brighter, not as bright as daytime.
At this time, a crescent moon appeared in the sky.
The surrounding environment looked very strange, as if everything was covered with a layer of black mist.
But the players were very excited, and many people shouted: "Look at this, the boss is coming out!"
Sure enough, as soon as they finished speaking, a dense group of bats flew out.
Different from the small bats we saw before, this group of bats is at least three times larger than before, and each bat has wings spread of almost one meter.
After this group of bats flew out, they were followed by countless densely packed small bats. It looked like a long black smoke flying out of the castle.
"It's developed. With so many bats, there must be many vampires."
Many players exclaimed in surprise, and some players subconsciously wiped the saliva from the corners of their mouths.
The large group of bats flying at the front gathered together and turned into an old man with pale skin and wearing black noble clothes.
Bruce looked around, his eyes widened angrily, and shouted: "You damn sons of gold, we have lived here for hundreds of years, you dare to break into our land, you are asking for it..."
Before Bruce could finish his words, dozens of fishing nets were thrown up from below, followed by countless crossbow arrows, bow arrows, and colorful magic missiles.
From a distance, it looks like a shrinking halo of variegated light.
"Boss, it's time to activate the Boss. No matter what, let's do a wave of damage first. The person who kills him will get fifty points."
The long-range professions pumped out energy, while the melee professions looked at the boss hanging in the sky and could only worry.
"Get it down, get it down. Let's rub the knife."
A wave of long-range strikes all hit Bruce, but all the attacks stopped three centimeters outside his body.
The arrows decay and the magic fails.
"A group of ants!" Bruce waved his hand, and the dense swarm of bats behind him turned into vampires and began to suppress them with aerial magic.
Magic as dense as raindrops sprinkled from mid-air, a typical carpet bombing. In a short time, more than half of the players in the dark sky were killed or injured, and what was even more outrageous was that Bruce also took action.
He rolled out a black ball of dark energy with his hands, and finally threw it downwards. The ball that landed in the air started to spin, creating a black whirlwind that moved in circles at an extremely fast speed, sweeping away everything within a certain range. Everything was sucked into the ventilation center, and then pieces of flesh and blood spilled out.
The players hurriedly launched a limited counterattack and successfully killed a few unlucky vampires. Then the players who were still alive rushed over desperately, using fire or magic flames to burn the vampires that fell on the ground into balls of flame.
Then he put the bone meal with the flaming red embers into his system backpack.
Because there are more monks and less meat, some can suck several taels, while others can only suck more than ten grams.
But even just a few grams is a small change.
Bruce looked at these golden sons who were desperate to snatch the ashes, and his mood became more and more angry, but in this anger, he felt a sense of coolness.
At this time, Roland was standing on the top of the mountain. He was not enveloped by the dark sky, so he could only see a huge black sphere and could not see the environment inside the sphere.
But there are more and more players around.
There are also some players who have begun to build simple life temple altars nearby.
Then green lights shone, and many players resurrected from the sacrificial platform. Then, following the players behind them, they rushed into the black sphere again like crazy.
Yelia stood beside Roland. He looked at the Golden Sons who were coming one after another with some fear in his eyes. He looked down the mountain behind and found that there were many people riding from a distance.
Presumably it should also be the Golden Son.
He roughly estimated that there should be more than three thousand Golden Sons here.
"Are all your people crazy?"
Jelia looked at a player who was resurrected from the sacrificial altar, with red eyes, shouting "leave me some ashes", and frantically rushed into the dark sky again, and couldn't help but say these words.
"They want to make money. A vampire might be worth fifty gold coins, and it's a creature of darkness. It feels good to kill it, so why not make money?"
Jelia looked at the densely packed Golden Sons rushing into the dark sky, and felt a little thirsty. He couldn't help but loosen the collar around his throat: "But there is no need to be so crazy."
"Don't be crazy, you are no match for a vampire." Roland said lightly.
"Then you won't take action?"
Roland said with a smile: "I'm waiting for the most suitable time."
At this time, in the dark sky, the vampires discovered something was wrong.
They have obviously killed so many Golden Sons, at least two to three thousand, why are there so many outside rushing in!
Suddenly, one or two more vampires were pulled down by fishing nets, hit by arrows, or hit by magic missiles.
Although the counterattacks of these Golden Sons were weak compared to them.
But every once in a while, a tribesman would be attacked and fall to the ground, and then a large group of prepared Golden Sons would pounce on them with red eyes, burning them with fire, roasting them with magic... They would be able to turn their tribesmen into enemies in less than a minute. A pile of ashes.
Then they grabbed the ashes, like hungry dogs grabbing shit.
After the robbery is over, they will look up again and look at them with pairs of red eyes, like hungry dogs looking at the shit they want to swallow.
Although nearly two hundred vampires still maintained fire suppression in mid-air, and continued to slaughter the Son of Gold.
But all the vampires had a bad feeling in their hearts.
Including patriarch Bruce.