Inside the mass grave, there was a sea of blood.
The commander of the undead, Thunder, was mighty and majestic, wearing golden armor and a golden mask. He sat on a hellfire horse and led many bosses under his men, slowly walking up from the seventh floor of the mass grave.
In front of them are panicked and frightened players.
In just half an hour, there were more than 10,000 players hanging on the seventh floor. Many people were killed not by monsters, but by fellow human players.
"Back off, back off. Back off quickly."
Some players have hoarse voices and hold weapons in their hands, but they don't feel the slightest bit safe. This killing was too bloody, and countless people were turned into corpses in front of him. Even though he knew it was a game, he couldn't help but feel fear.
"What a strong boss."
Of all the gangs, no one dared to organize and stand in the way of Thunder. Facing the attack of thousands of people in an instant with the wave of thunder, everyone wisely chose to retreat.
Soon, the hall on the seventh floor was empty except for the fat man and the purple wind chime.
"Ah, this is the strength of the fairy-level boss? It's really too strong." The purple wind chime was full of admiration.
"Fortunately, they didn't attack us." The fat man patted his chest, full of joy.
"Brother Fatty, tell me what will happen next. Will Lei Lei really lead his men to attack Xuanwu City?" Purple Wind Chime asked.
"It's possible." The fat man thought for a moment, then nodded heavily. "Although I don't know what the Netherworld Ghost King did to him, Lei Lei has completely fallen. The only purpose of his existence is probably to destroy Xuanwu City."
"Ah, then should we go back quickly to help?" Purple Wind Chime asked anxiously.
"No need to rush." The fat man smiled. Lin Xi's tepid expression appeared in front of his eyes. With this guy's strength, it would be easier than dealing with Lei Ting.
Outside the mass grave, Druk had already deployed his troops and tightly sealed the exit of the mass grave, waiting for the monsters inside to come out.
"Bang bang."
Chaotic footsteps sounded, and some players rushed out of the entrance in panic.
"stop."
Immediately several soldiers blocked them there.
"What are you doing? Let us out quickly."
These players were almost frightened, pushing the soldiers and trying to rush out.
Drucker frowned slightly and ordered: "Open a path and let them out."
The soldiers quickly gave way to a path, and these players rushed to run away without saying anything.
As these few players rushed out, more and more players rushed out from the entrance. The road given by the soldiers was no longer enough for them to pass, and some even wanted to attack the soldiers and open a gap to escape. However, following Drucker's order, the dozens of dead bodies lying on the ground distracted their attention, and they all followed the path they had given up to go out.
In just ten minutes, tens of thousands of players rushed out of the mass grave, and there were more players behind them, and even more players died. Many gang leaders tried their best to restrain their subordinates, rushed forward, and even fought for it. In this way, your escape speed will be slower and you will be more likely to be killed by monsters.
Fatty and Purple Wind Chime followed the monster. These monsters just followed Thunder's orders and rushed forward, not caring about the two players behind them, allowing them to be safe for the time being.
As you advance, more and more players fall to the monsters. The sixth floor, the fifth floor, the fourth floor... the roads on each floor are almost covered with player corpses. You can imagine how many players dropped the level this time.
Fortunately, we finally reached the first floor.
"call."
Liu Lan and the others took a deep breath and finally came out. During the escape, the six gangs worked closely together to find a way out among so many people and escape.
"Come on, this undead commander is beyond our ability to deal with."
Several gang leaders said hello and rushed outside with their men.
According to incomplete statistics, the number of players hanging in mass graves this time reached an astonishing 50,000. As soon as this news came out, it swept the entire system, known as the first massacre since the game was launched.
The commander of the undead, Thunderbolt, sat upright on his horse, and the black energy all over his body almost became a substance, enveloping him. The originally golden armor also turned black, and his face was hidden under the mask, with an unknown expression.
"boom."
As the last player who couldn't dodge was smashed into pieces by the monster, the undead commander, Thunder, finally brought his troops to the ground.
"The smell of sunshine." Lei Lei rode his horse out slowly, looked up at the sky, and made a vague sound.
"Shrink, defend."
Seeing the monster appear, Druk immediately shrank his troops and formed a defensive formation.
"The army of Xuanwu City." Lei Lei looked at the army on the opposite side. Behind him, the monster army also formed a formation, with several bosses on both sides.
"Druk, the heroic cavalry general of Xuanwu City, has met the commander of the Thunder Army." Druk shouted loudly while riding on his horse. And he made a fist with his right hand and hit his left chest, which was actually a standard military salute to Lei Lei.
"The Great Mage of Xuanwu City, Ji Jilu, has met the commander of the Thunder Army." The Great Mage Ji Jilu shouted at the same time, placing his right hand on his abdomen, and bowed to Thunder.
"Xuanwu City, such a kind name." Lei Lei chewed in his mouth, and the black energy in his body fluctuated violently.
"Xuanwu City? Kill, kill all the humans in Xuanwu City, and let the light of the God of Darkness cover the earth." Thunder suddenly roared loudly amid the fluctuations of black energy.
Drucker and Jijiru looked at each other and nodded at the same time.
"Commander of the Thunder Army, for the sake of the peace of mankind and the peace of the continent, please forgive me for offending this general. Everyone obeys the order and attacks." Druk suddenly shouted.
Drucker brought a total of thirty thousand people, which was about the same number of monsters. Well, we can't call them monsters at this time, we can only call them NPC soldiers of the Dark Legion.
Fatty and Purple Wind Chime sneaked out and saw this big battle. Sixty to seventy thousand soldiers from both sides were strangled together, and blood was spilled every moment.
Each mini-boss led their own troops separately. Lei Lei just sat on the Hell Flame Horse, with black energy surging around his body. He didn't know what he was thinking, and remained silent.
Druk gave the order to attack and stopped paying attention. Instead, he and Grand Mage Jijiru stared closely at Thunder, guarding against his every move.
The troops from both sides were inextricably killed, and many players who had not gone far came over to take advantage when they saw the opportunity. But as soon as they got close, they were mercilessly killed by both sides, and there was no advantage at all.
"Although the player's strength is not as good as that of the NPC, it is not that vulnerable. In the final analysis, it is still a problem of lack of organization." The fat man said softly to the purple wind chime.
Soon, someone also noticed this problem. Taking the six major gangs such as the Raptors as the lead, more than a dozen gangs organized themselves into formations and played side-by-side at the edge of the battlefield. With the addition of these players, the battle situation soon tilted towards Xuanwu City.
"The city lord is really good at predicting things." Jijilu praised. "We all know that the Thunder Legion is buried here. Who would have thought that there are other hidden secrets in it."
"This is the reason why the commander of the Thunder Legion, who holds such a high position, was not buried in the Hero Tower, but just rested in a mass grave." Drucker replied. "When the leader of the Thunder Legion died at the hands of the Netherworld Ghost King, there were quite a few puzzling questions. After many analyses, the Lord of the City thought that the Netherworld Ghost King might have another purpose, so he made up his mind to wake up the leader of the Thunder Legion. Sure enough, enough blood can be used to rouse the leader. He was the catalyst for the Thunder Legion Commander’s fall, and he has completely fallen.”
"A good method. Normally it seems like nothing is happening, but as long as there is enough blood stimulation, the leader of the Thunder Army will be completely corrupted. The Nether Ghost King is worthy of being able to lead the demon army to sweep across half of the continent. He is indeed very resourceful." Jijilu sighed.
"No matter what, we have to let the leader of the Thunder Legion rest in peace. His destination should be in the Heroes Tower that is admired by thousands of people, not in this dirty mass grave." Drucker said solemnly.
"Be careful, Thunder is about to take action."
Lei Ting, who was silent for a long time, slowly raised a hand as he watched his men retreat slowly. This hand is crystal white, like jade.
"brush."
In Lei Lei's raised hand, a long sword emitting blood-red light suddenly appeared. This sword is about three feet long and a palm wide. Magic runes flow on it, surging out huge power.
"Demon slaying."
Druk and Jijilu growled, with nervous looks in their eyes.
"He has completely fallen, why can he still use this sword?"
"Herod."
The hell flame horse neighed, and the thunder horse came straight towards Druk. Wherever he passed, people were jumping on their backs, but no one could slow down his progress.
"I want to see where the gap between me and the Legion Commander is."
Druk shouted, and a black sword suddenly appeared in his hand. At the same time, he galloped towards Thunder.
"Qiang."
The two men met on the battlefield holding swords. The two swords intersected. Druk felt a strong force coming from the sword. He couldn't help but sit down on his horse and took three steps back in succession.
"Click."
Lei Lei raised his left hand, and a bolt of lightning appeared out of thin air and struck Druk's head. At the same time, the Hell Flame Horse opened its mouth and sprayed out, and a fireball the size of a basketball suddenly flew out and hit Druk's mount.
"Space Shield."
In the crisis, Jijilu shouted softly, raised his staff, and a transparent shield appeared above Druk's head, blocking the blow for him. The fireball sprayed by the Hell Flame Horse caused Druk to deflect it with his sword and fly to the side.
"As expected of the Legion Commander, I am no match for you."
In just one round, Druker understood his abilities. Alone, he was no match for the Thunder.
"So, I'm here." Jijiru looked calm, pointed his staff, and shouted: "Space Shackles."