"Be prepared for battle."

Brown shouted. In fact, his hands were shaking and he could hardly hold the sword. In fact, even his voice had begun to tremble. The armor was his only support now.

Brown had never faced a real monster, not even an ordinary wild beast. No, to put it another way, he had never really fought a life-and-death battle with a human. In most cases, Brown was the guy who led a group of people to bully others.

He knew that this was not a demonic tide, and those demons might not necessarily pass through Dusk Town, but the fear that came from instinct still made Brown grit his teeth, fearing that if he let down his breath, his knees and buttocks would loosen up together, **.

At this time, Brown saw that the "players" had picked up their weapons one by one, and came to the edge of the field they had opened up, trying to surround the town.

They had no armor on them and were still wearing their original cloth clothes, but these people did not feel afraid.

What Brown even saw in these people's eyes was...excitement and anticipation.

Is this a monster?

Those monsters are far more ferocious, brutal and cruel than wild beasts!

Aren't they afraid of death? ! !

Well, it seems like they are indeed not afraid of death.

Brown suddenly thought that players, as summoned creatures, were indeed not afraid of death. Even if their bodies died, they would be able to quickly crawl out of the quagmire and regenerate. He even envied these people a little.

But Brown doesn't want to be any of those people.

Because, how should I put it, although these players look smart, they are actually stupid.

Who would help others farm, open up wasteland, and build houses without asking for anything in return? Moreover, these players are so curious and proactive that they have no worries at all. The worst that can happen is that they die and start over.

Moreover, just a little reward can be very satisfying.

Brown didn't understand.

But it seems pretty good to have these players blocking the way in front, right?

The knights he led were bullies who only cared about the weak and feared the strong. They had never seen the world. Facing the impending storm, being able to hold their swords was already their limit. If monsters ran out of the forest, these people would probably abandon their weapons and flee in all directions.

At this moment, Old Eggplant was standing in the field holding the sword given to him by Lu Ban.

He had never actually fought in a war, and had never even played a real-life CS game. Old Eggplant thought about it and felt that they couldn't just stand there and do nothing.

At least a little cover is needed.

So Old Eggplant chose to squat down and hide behind the ridge of the field.

The thunderstorm rumbled, the whole forest swayed, the air became cold, and Old Eggplant even felt that he could exhale white breath.

Ahead, in the deep forest, something seemed to be passing by at high speed.

Old Eggplant couldn't help but tighten the sword in his hand.

This feeling is like a hobbit hiding in a tree hole, worried that the Ringwraiths will find him, his heart beating fast, afraid that the Ringwraiths will suddenly stop and discover him.

Fortunately, although the sounds were loud and noisy, they quickly passed through the forest and seemed not to notice the town of Rimu.

Just as Old Eggplant heard the sound of the wild beasts running in the forest gradually becoming smaller and thought that the monsters had left, suddenly, the whole forest fell into a strange silence.

Old Eggplant subconsciously held his breath, trying to hide himself.

But it's not that simple.

Old Eggplant heard a rustling sound, as if a thousand insects were moving on the smooth ground, with their thousands of legs constantly crossing each other.

He felt a chill down his spine.

Old Eggplant is half southerner. He has seen big cockroaches in the south and all kinds of strange insects on the trees when he was a child, but he still overestimated his ability to accept.

A shadow spread out among the trees.

Old Eggplant saw that those materialized shadows were not strange or extraordinary visions, but insects.

A millipede as big as a soccer ball was heading towards him.

Most of those insects have six to ten legs, and their bodies are not big, but their heads are full of eyes. Some insects are bloated and fat like worms, while others have wings and slender bodies, except for their mouthparts, which are long and thin steel needles like those of mosquitoes.

Old Eggplant's scalp suddenly felt tingling, his heartbeat reached its limit, all the blood rushed to his head, and his eardrums buzzed as if someone was knocking them frantically.

These are not bugs at all, but the deepest nightmares from hell!

The moment those bugs attacked, roars were heard.

The players on the front line used shouting to ease their inner fears. They held swords, spears, hammers, etc. in their hands and fought against the bugs with their mortal bodies.

But the next moment, the torrent spread, and the players' bodies were so fragile that they were completely submerged by the swarm in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, Old Eggplant suddenly felt relaxed.

It's like after being nervous for half an hour about having to give a speech for a class assignment, your body becomes numb and you feel relieved.

He held a sword in his hand and slashed at the bugs.

Old Eggplant was surprised to find that this seemingly tattered sword could easily cut open the insect's head. Countless eyeballs were cut open by the sword, and red, yellow, and green pulp exploded.

Old Eggplant felt like he was possessed by the souls of all kinds of awesome game protagonists at this moment.

However, the next moment, a mouthpart like a steel needle pierced through his chest. Before he could even experience the pain brought by the game, Old Eggplant was overwhelmed, torn apart, and killed by several insects.

The first line of defense formed by the players was quickly eaten away.

The bugs swarmed across the fertile fields toward the town of Dusk.

The townspeople witnessed the players' sacrifice. They were terrified and panicked. They could only use the hoes and sickles in their hands to protect themselves in almost despair.

Brown was now completely trapped in a fear beyond death. He stopped trembling because his legs were completely stiff, as if they were poured with cement and he couldn't move at all.

Looking at the swarms of insects coming, the light of hope in everyone's eyes was about to go out.

Brown stared with his eyes wide open, almost gritted his teeth, as the bugs came towards him.

Behind him, the townspeople had already dispersed in fear, with wailing and crying heard one after another.

Brown never dreamed that he would die in this situation while protecting these ordinary people.

Suddenly, Brown felt a lot more relaxed. He raised the sword in his hand and rushed towards the swarm of insects.

Perhaps people can be so relaxed when they are about to die.

He thought.

Then, Brown saw the swarm of insects in front of him suddenly explode like balloons.