Chapter 150
It was indeed good news worth celebrating. Even though it was just a battle in the east, it still eliminated more than 20 million of their players.
Once they die and return to the city, it will take them at least 2 to 3 hours to run back to the Pergas continent.
After 2 or 3 hours, Xia Mo squinted his eyes.
That's enough.
On the western front, Lake Isenda was still silent, so quiet that it seemed like two different worlds from the Silver Moon Maple Forest across the mountain.
"Kingsley, why do I seem to hear shouting over the mountain?"
On the ship, Arthur frowned and looked worriedly at the Silver Moon Mountains slowly receding to his left.
Kingsley glanced at him, his facial expression clearly showing his disdain for him. "You might have heard wrongly."
Where is the screaming?
Even if there was, it was Edie and Caroline who took the initiative to start a war with that group of inferior people. They were on the capital star and would definitely win.
Just as he was thinking proudly, suddenly, his private message icon started shaking wildly.
Who is so anxious?
Kingsley clicked on the message with a little dissatisfaction. After seeing the sender's ID, he was stunned at first, and then, when he looked at the content sent by the other party, his heart suddenly tightened.
not good!
"All boats, speed up! Quick, quick! Get off the lake as fast as you can!"
The sudden command surprised many people on the ship.
"What's going on? Why are you suddenly so anxious?" the players on the boat behind muttered.
The others shook their heads, indicating they didn't know.
At this moment, a sharp "Ah" broke out on a ship!
"Edi and his men in the east have been defeated!"
What? !
The Vazetilan players who heard the shouting stared in shock.
"Defeated? Who defeated whom? Explain clearly!" Someone grabbed the person who was shouting and shouted angrily.
The player who had just received the latest news from his deceased friend opened his eyes with the same astonishment and stammered, "Wa, Wazetilan... lost, lost to Pergas..."
Everyone:!!!
How is it possible!!!
Those who need help immediately look for them, and those who need help question them.
Soon, the teammate who died on the eastern front replied: "...Yes, we lost..."
grass!
I actually lost!
Everyone's breathing stopped.
You know, there are 25 million people in Yinyue Fenglin! How could such a powerful team be defeated by those little losers?
Shock, disbelief, unacceptability, self-doubt...all kinds of indescribable emotions mixed together, and finally formed a lump of mud, stuck in the throat, neither to swallow nor not to swallow.
Kingsley's expression was also particularly wonderful. He turned off the alert sent by Edie, took a deep breath, and slowly looked at Arthur who was silent.
"You guessed it right."
Arthur thought to himself, why should he guess? From the fight in Noto City to the counterattack in the wild ambush, to the interception of the Laiasi River and the failure of the Great Falls, can't he see the capabilities of these players from the planet Alman?
They have never admitted defeat, and have never thought of giving up. Even though they are outnumbered, as long as they get a chance, they will fight back desperately.
The Silver Moon Maple Forest is such a large map, and there are trees to provide cover. It's easy to tell there's definitely an ambush.
However, Edie would not listen to him, and the little princess Caroline would just turn a deaf ear to his reminder.
Because of this, Arthur was unwilling to be in the same team with Edie, so as to avoid being bullied.
While he was thinking, hundreds of large ships rumbled across the lake, stirring up layers of waves.
The water surface swayed out, but soon after touching the reefs or other obstacles on the lake surface, it was swept back by the resistance.
Arthur stood at the side of the ship, observing carefully.
No, something doesn't seem right.
He stared at the waves below, his brows gradually furrowed.
Suddenly, he showed a horrified expression: "Kingsley! Fire Elementalist, call the Fire Elementalist quickly!!"
"What are you doing?" Kingsley looked at him unhappily, with a hint of reprimand in his tone.
Arthur didn't care about being scolded or not. He just knew that if they didn't take action, they would be trapped and die on the ship!
Without time to explain, he simply bypassed Kingsley and opened the voice channel: "Fire Elementalist, listen to me, quickly throw fire skills onto the lake, the more the better! It's best to make the water boil! Quick, quick, act quickly!"
He was also a member of the command group. Although he had never spoken in the voice chat during the battle from north to south, his status was there, so as soon as he opened his mouth, all the fire elementalists would be dispatched!
The bow and sides of each ship were soon filled with elementalists. They waved their elemental staffs and kept throwing fireballs, fire bombs, fire dragons and other fire-related skills into the lake.
When high temperature enters cold water, a hissing sound is heard instantly, the liquid evaporates, and a lot of white steam comes out. If you don’t know, you might think someone is practicing Taoism here.
Seeing so many people throwing skills at the empty lake, Kingsley was a little angry: "Why are you giving orders? There's not even a monster in this lake, you're hitting the air!"
Arthur shook his head in horror: "It's not a monster, it's frozen!"
"Ah?" Kingsley tilted his brow and looked at the person in front of him like a fool.
Knowing he didn't understand, Arthur got anxious and dragged him to the bow, pointing to the vaguely visible land in the distance and said, "Look what's over there!"
Kingsley looked into the distance and murmured, "Land! Are we almost reaching the shore?"
Arthur stamped his feet anxiously: "It's not land! It's ice!!!"
He took a breath and emphasized loudly in Kingsley's ear, "They sent an ice elementalist to freeze the lake! I just noticed the waves are surging back and forth more frequently. That's because the ice is getting closer and closer. They're blocking our progress!"
Being blocked is good enough, but I am afraid that there are jackals in front and tigers behind, and they will be attacked from both sides by the ice. How can they escape then?
Kingsley finally came to his senses, his tall body visibly swaying backwards. "...How, how is it possible... Such a huge lake, how could they, how could they do that?!"
"Didn't you see it all?" Arthur clenched his fists, his breathing becoming short due to nervousness.
Kingsley hurriedly picked up the telescope to check, and his face suddenly froze.
Oh no, it’s really ice.
Are those people on Alman Planet crazy? They're even capable of such a tedious task?!
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On the southern shore of Lake Isenda, rows of ice elementalists brandished their weapons and chanted elemental spells. Whoosh, whoosh—rows of blue skills flew out, reaching the lakeside. The ice surface, which originally extended only more than 50 meters, froze several meters forward again.
"Hey, I'm out of magic, give me a few bottles!"
The elementalists at the front of the line shouted, and behind them, a group of players quickly brought in a whole box of potions.
"Hey bro, a few bottles are not enough, just get a box!"
When the elementalist saw the box, he instantly showed joy: "Thank you, sister, you worked hard to make it."
The girl carrying the box waved her hand generously: "You're welcome. It's what we should do."
After saying that, he jumped back and continued to deliver potions to other elementalists.
"Ke'ai Ai, come here for a moment, there's another box here that needs you to move!"
Hearing the call from behind, the girl sighed and ran over quickly: "Who's short of medicine? Give me the list."
After getting the list, she turned around and ran towards the lake with the box in her arms.
Back and forth, trip after trip, as if tireless, she kept shuttling between the front line and logistics.
Next to her, a boy with an ID that was very symmetrical with hers was also running back and forth.
As the two passed each other, Kekeai raised her head proudly: "Hehe, I carry more potions than you, I'm more powerful!"
The boy was not angry, instead he smiled dotingly: "Yes, yes, of course our cute is more powerful than me!"
"It's not a disaster. No matter how good I am, I can't catch up with Sister Mo Se. I have to keep working hard!"
"Okay, come on, little darling!"
Logistics team member: ...
They just came to move a medicine box, why should they be fed with dog food?
Oh, but Ke'ai Ai is right about one thing, they really need to keep working hard now. Even though the elementalists have frozen the lake surface for dozens of meters, there is still a long way to go, and they need blue medicine a lot. As members of the largest guild, Wuyou Pavilion, they can't bring shame to their own guild!
"Pharmacists, thank you for your hard work in refining the medicine! Everyone else, please continue carrying the medicine and don't delay the freezing process!"
The captain in charge of the logistics of Isenda Lake shouted a warning, and the members of Wuyou Pavilion wiped the sweat from their faces: "Got it!"
After shouting, he began to check the current potion reserves.
40 million special-grade blue medicines, 100 million high-level blue medicines, and several intermediate-grade blue medicines. Based on the average consumption of 2 bottles per minute, there are a total of 2 million ice elementalists on site, and 4 million bottles will be consumed in one minute.
It is estimated that it will take 40 minutes to freeze the entire surface of the lake, which means a total of 400W*40=160 million bottles.
Their existing potion reserves are just barely enough.
Even though the quantity was just right, in fact, more than 4 million bottles of special-grade blue medicine were rushed out in more than 6 hours after the war started.
Knowing that time was running out, Wuyou Pavilion and the pharmacists from other guilds worked desperately to refine potions, while their teammates who were resisting on the front lines also tried their best to buy them more time.
Both sides are working hard, and neither side complains about the difficulties. This is what the players of the Pergas Continent are like! Never give up until the last moment!
The logistics captain looked at the full and ever-increasing potion reserves and sniffed excitedly.
Not long after, he received a message from the elementalist in front: [Thank you for your support, the ice surface has been successfully frozen. You should quickly take the living players and retreat to the back.]
He smiled happily: [Okay, keep going!]
After saying this, he waved his hand, and thousands of life players at the scene quickly retreated into the jungle.
On Lake Isenda, the thick ice provided the most stable ground support for the Bergas players. Nearly ten million players shouted and rushed towards the hundreds of wooden boats trapped in the center of the ice.
Kingsley stood at the bow, looking at the huge crowd of people rushing towards them, his whole body swaying.
Damn it! It's just like what the people from the capital star said, these people from the inferior star are really like cockroaches, and they are impossible to defeat!
In that case, let’s start the war here!
Drawing his greatsword, Kingsley was the first to jump off the boat and land on the ice. "Charge, warriors of Vazetilan! Show us your unique skills and let the other side see who is the ultimate overlord of the continent!"
The battle broke out on the ice. Arthur felt that Kingsley's approach was wrong, but the latter had already taken the lead and if he said anything now, it would seem like he was being too late.
Helplessly, he had to follow Kingsley's team, pulled the bowstring, aimed at the elementalist on the opposite side, whoosh!
Every arrow hit its target. The poisoned arrow hit the enemy more than ten meters away, and the elementalist fell down.
Then came the second shot, and the hit rate was still 100%, and another elementalist died.
The third arrow, wait, why is it another elementalist?
Where are their warriors, paladins and assassin hunters?
Arthur had suffered a lot at the hands of this group of guys, so he didn't dare to underestimate the enemy. He immediately moved his crosshairs away and no longer aimed at the elementalist. Instead, he looked around, trying to find a profession other than the elementalist.
However, apart from this profession, there are only a small number of priests on the opposite side... There is really no other professions!
Something is wrong, they have to get back to the boat!
Arthur's pupils were erected, and he was about to shout, but before his warning could be heard through the voice chatter, the next moment, a flash of fire appeared, and a raging flame rushed over from the opposite side!
The person closest to the flames was the first to have his health bar burned to zero. In order to save his life, the players in the back row drank medicine and retreated, trying to hold on for a few more minutes.
But at this moment, snap!
A crisp breaking sound rang in my ears.
There was only one sound at first, but then two, three... more and more breaking sounds were heard.
Someone turned around suspiciously, and suddenly realized the problem.
"Hurry back to the boat! The ice is melting!!!"
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