Seeing this, other mages used fireball spells to find the only warmth in the rain and snow.
"What do you say we should do now?" asked the teammate next to him dejectedly.
"The Daxia people are too despicable. They launched a sneak attack."
"Yes, tomorrow, we will definitely attack and kill them all."
"I heard that Daxia successfully landed on the battlefield of the island country and is now killing people wantonly on the island country."
"Baiyue also took a look."
Several people gathered together, huddled together for warmth, and chatted in low voices. Under the double blow, the only warmth came from the fireballs in their hands and the voices of their teammates.
The night was dead silent, with cold wind, rain and snow covering everything.
Pike didn't know how long the fireball spell in his hand lasted. He only felt that the willpower in his body was constantly dissipating, especially at the end, the loss was accelerated.
When he used up the last bit of his willpower, the fireball in his hand went out.
Parker collapsed to the cold ground, completely exhausted.
The warriors surrounding him, upon seeing the warmth of the fireball fade away, immediately rushed to other small groups to bask in the warmth of the fire.
The cold invaded Pike's consciousness until he was finally plunged into darkness.
"System prompt: The player has died and will be resurrected in the [Land of Chaos]."
This was the last sound Pike heard. Immediately afterwards, his eyes lit up and returned to warmth, but the scene he saw was an unfamiliar and chaotic place.
Back in the plateau war zone, in the devastated river valley, only sparse fireballs remained shining.
As the fireball wizards ran out of power, more and more people shivered in the cold wind and had to rely on their own willpower to maintain their body temperature.
By late at night, the light from the fireball spell was almost gone.
In the darkness, they did not know that the first group of mages who used fireballs to keep everyone warm had already frozen to death in the rain and snow because their spiritual power was exhausted.
The night became dead silent, leaving only fear and cold.
On the other side, the few remaining tents were filled with South Indian players. Some tents were too crowded and refused to allow other players to enter, leading to a fight and a struggle.
Absurd things became commonplace in this dark night.
In the perception of many players, time becomes very slow.
The attack of cold air causes their physical strength to decline continuously. They cannot log off safely at this time. Their bodies will stay in place and endure the cold in the dark night. When they go online again, the system will automatically determine their death.
The number of players online in the valley rapidly decreased as the night progressed. Many players, exhausted of their spiritual power and unable to withstand the cold, died in the valley.
It seemed like a century, and then genius began to dawn.
In the military camp high on the mountain, dozens of teams of thousands of people were ready to go. At Li Jing's command, they drew their cold fronts and quickly rushed down to the valley.
The fire destroyed their tents, and the rain and snow exhausted the will and physical strength of the Maurya soldiers.
What awaits them is a massacre.
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