Finally, thanks to Ling Chen's organization, 150 members of the Ling Chen Guild managed to squeeze into the belly of the skeletal roc. After all, its size was considerable; nearly 50 meters long, with wingspans almost 100 meters, it had a capacity much larger than a large passenger plane. Therefore, even with 150 people inside, it didn't feel crowded at all.
Jiang Hao estimated that if battle formations were not taken into account, even squeezing in another 200 players wouldn't be a problem.
Jiang Hao looked up at the sky again and saw another flock of roc birds flying south from the north. So Jiang Hao raised his staff and brought the roc birds down, arranging them in a huge circle on the ground, just like a giant's spinning wheel.
The crowd counted them; there were a total of six. They stared as if at a god, at the Lord of Hell standing in the center of the rotating platform. He repeatedly struck the heads of the roc birds with his staff, like playing a drum set. A few seconds later, the health bars above the heads of the six roc birds were emptied, and they all rushed to the underworld.
Twenty minutes had passed by the time Jiang Hao resurrected them all. Seven level 50 Dark Gold Skeleton Rocs, like seven giant passenger planes, landed on the open ground of the battlefield. At Jiang Hao's command, 180 archers rode alongside him on one of the 842 players, while the remaining players were evenly distributed among the other six rocs.
With a thought from Jiang Hao, seven giant roc birds simultaneously soared into the sky. All the players screamed and howled, as if they had been suddenly pushed off a bottomless cliff. Dozens of timid players immediately wet their pants. Fortunately, their belts were tied to the skeleton roc's frame, preventing them from being thrown off. Even so, many vomited on the spot, creating a spectacular sight of filth flying everywhere.
In just a moment, the Skeleton Roc arrived above Ping Sha Lake. Jiang Hao looked down and saw that Ping Sha Lake was shaped exactly like the one on the map, narrow in the south and wide in the north, like a drop of water falling northwards, lying on the battlefield of slaughter. To the north of the droplet, large swarms of black ants crowded together, making it impossible to see the situation clearly.
With a thought, Jiang Hao flapped his wings slightly, and the seven skeletal roc birds began to circle downwards, finally making the situation clear. To the north of the vast expanse of Ping Sha Lake, a small island jutted out from the land, its shape narrower in the north and wider in the south, like a tiny drop of water falling from the north into the lake.
The swarm of ants he'd seen earlier turned out to be players. A quick scan revealed far more than 100,000; there were probably at least 200,000. Jiang Hao had never seen so many players gathered together before, a dense, black mass like a locust swarm, all standing on the mainland outside the small island.
The Heavenly Punishment Guild had approximately 20,000 players, perhaps even less. They stood on the island, forming a defensive formation. Only a narrow passage was left in the northern part of the island, preventing the 200,000 enemy troops outside from deploying their attack formation.
A warrior player from the Heavenly Punishment Guild stood at the very front of the guild, displaying an imposing presence.
Jiang Hao exclaimed inwardly, "Brilliant!"
He had assumed that the Heavenly Punishment Guild would be completely surrounded by several legions, and even if they arrived in time to rescue them, they would likely suffer heavy casualties under such a large enemy force. The Lingchen Guild's previous siege by the Japanese was a prime example; had it not been for timely rescue, they would likely have been wiped out in moments. Jiang Hao couldn't help but admire the Heavenly Punishment Guild's leader's foresight.
Jiang Hao was puzzled. Given that he had such a favorable position, why would he refuse the rescue from the other major guilds? Could it be that the enemy's strength was truly formidable, making the Heavenly Punishment Guild leader so wary?
Jiang Hao was curious about the warrior from the Heavenly Punishment Guild, so he cast a detection spell. He discovered that this warrior, nicknamed "Great Demon King," was indeed quite powerful. Level 20, one-star quality, with decent health, 4765 physical attack, 1853 physical defense, and 1100 speed. A one-star quality warrior has a base strength of 100, so it could be deduced that this warrior primarily focused on health and defense, while physical attack and speed were relatively low. Jiang Hao guessed that this warrior was definitely a defensive specialist, but he didn't know what his talent was.
"Him? He's the guild's president, a complete idiot."
"I was born with wealth, and it will surely be used for something," he said, his tone full of disdain. Jiang Hao looked at him with some curiosity, thinking, "You're not even a one-star level person, so why do you look down on one-star people?"
What is a warrior?
"Born to be Rich" pointed at their conference president with a hint of disdain. Jiang Hao simply crossed his arms and listened quietly to his long-winded speech.
"A warrior is someone who knows they're not strong in the late game but still plays without hesitation; someone who knows their attack power is weak but still fights bravely; someone who breaks free from worldly constraints and insists on physical damage output; someone who firmly believes that with hard work and practice, they can kill the enemy with a single strike! Without attack power, how can you damage the enemy? Without burst damage, how can you achieve a one-hit kill? If you only have health and defense, are you still a warrior? That's a punching bag, that's a idiot!"
Jiang Hao understood his stubbornness in choosing the warrior class. He wouldn't play defensively; he would focus on dealing damage!
"Oh, so can you beat him?"
"I was born with wealth, and it will surely be put to use," he said, blushing instantly.
"I... I was just badly equipped. If I had better gear, I could beat him so badly he couldn't get up after just one star!"
"I was born with wealth, and it must be put to good use," he grabbed Jiang Hao's arm.
"So, Dad, when are you going to take me to get equipment?"
Jiang Hao ignored him.
If the leader of the Heavenly Punishment Guild were someone like him, probably no one would dare to stand in front of 200,000 enemy troops right now.
Several skeletal roc birds circled high above the battlefield, observing the situation on the ground with perfect clarity. The players on the battlefield, however, paid no attention to what was above them. After all, if Jiang Hao hadn't stumbled upon it by chance, how would he have known that there were monsters in the sky as well?
"Daddy, Daddy, I can see it clearly now!"
Sun Zhi suddenly shouted.
"The opposing team has a total of 9 guilds. Among them, there are 3 from the United States, 3 from the United States, 1 from Japan, 1 from South Korea, and 1 from South Korea. There are a total of 9 guilds and about 210,000 players. In terms of player numbers, the South Korean guild has more than 30,000 players. The other guilds each have about 20,000 players."
Perhaps due to their profession, archers always have better eyesight. In just a short while, Sun Zhi had a clear understanding of the situation below.
Holy crap, what are these foreign players trying to do? Are they trying to form an Eight-Nation Alliance?
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