As Kikurei Youxiang finished her words, the room fell into a long silence. The air seemed to solidify, making it almost difficult for him to breathe.
"good--"
After a long and depressing silence, Qiu Shui Yiren finally nodded.
"Bring the commander player here. The guild will reimburse the round-trip transportation costs."
"I understand. I'll do it right away."
Feeling relieved as if she had been pardoned, Kiku Ling Youxiang bowed and then almost ran away from Qiu Shui Yiren's office.
Half a day later, Kiku Ling Youxiang returned with a half-elf bard player.
"Mr. Vice President..."
Seeing the cold-faced queen sitting behind the desk, the commanding player lowered his head slightly and greeted her nervously.
After giving him an ambiguous look, Qiu Shui Yiren spoke calmly.
"I heard that our situation on the battlefield is somewhat unfavorable?"
"Oh... From a tactical point of view, we are indeed facing some setbacks, but from a strategic perspective, our tactical retreat has bought us precious breathing time and severely depleted the enemy's morale!"
The commanding player tried hard to explain, trying to make Qiu Shui Yiren believe that the unfavorable situation on the front line was not his responsibility.
“I can assure you that the next opportunity will be a good one for us to counterattack. After taking over a large number of territories in succession, the enemy has become exhausted and has to divide its troops to defend the temporarily occupied lands.
At this time, we only need to send out a small team of high-level players to constantly harass the enemy's rear, and at the same time, when the enemy can no longer hold on and retreats, we can send out a large force to accurately strike the enemy's weak points, and we can achieve brilliant results! "
This explanation made some sense. Qiu Shui Yiren nodded without showing any emotion, and asked another key question.
"So, what are our casualties? Where has the front line retreated to so far?"
"Well……"
Faced with this unavoidable problem, the commanding player carefully looked at Qiu Shui Yiren's expression, hesitated for a moment, and slightly beautified the battle report.
"Due to our inferior equipment, the average number of deaths for players below level 40 is 1.8, and the average number of deaths for players above level 40 is 1.2. We lost one medium-sized teleportation array, three small teleportation arrays, and seventeen magic crystal cannons.
As for mid- and high-level NPCs, there is currently a sixth-level demonized knight commander, two fifth-level demonized knights, and a dozen fourth-level mercenaries killed in battle.
At present, our front line has retreated to Icefield City, and relying on the protective array of Ice Dragon City, we have successfully held back the enemy's 10,000 troops with only 2,000 people."
However, after listening to the report from the commanding player, Qiu Shui Yiren's eyes gradually turned cold.
This number may not seem like much, but you have to know that players can only be resurrected five times in total. Even with the addition of a resurrection stone worth 888, there are only six times.
In the process of players upgrading, it is often inevitable that they will die more than once. In this context, the higher the level of the player, the more they cherish their lives.
Normally, in this kind of long-term faction war similar to the national war, the average number of deaths of players on both sides is slowly increasing. Before this commander took over, the average number of deaths of players above level 40 was around 0.5 to 0.6, and the number of deaths of players below level 40 was only 0.9 to 1.0.
But now, the average number of deaths of players above level 40 in the guild has exceeded 1, and the number of deaths of players below level 40 is close to 2!
As for the Icefield City, it was even more of a joke. The city was located on the North Wind Plain and had no defenses. Ten kilometers away was a branch of the Manchenko Mountains. After the guild lost that place, the enemy army defended the only natural pass there, the Ice Dragon Pass, and was completely invincible.
"……I see."
After a moment of silence, Qiu Shui Yiren nodded again and sighed.
"The guild will remember your contribution!"
As she spoke, she turned around and looked at Kiku Ling Youxiang who was waiting at the door.
"Pull them out! Kill them until the characters are deleted!"
Upon hearing this, two high-level demonized knights walked in from outside the door. One of them grabbed the half-elf bard player's arm, ignored his struggle, and forcibly dragged him out of the door.
"No! Let me go! I've lost blood for the guild! I've made contributions to the guild! You can't do this! I want to see the president! I want to see the president!!!"
The commanding player was horrified, struggled violently, and shouted at the top of his lungs, but he still couldn't avoid being dragged away.
Rubbing his brows with a headache, Qiu Shui Yiren waved away his subordinates and looked at the confidential battle report in his hand. He felt that the future of the guild was bleak.
Not only was the [Spark] resistance army's offensive unstoppable, but the people of the Glory Alliance camp also took advantage of the situation. When they were retreating, they took the opportunity to occupy a city and plundered a lot of their logistics convoys and supplies.
Moreover, they can only swallow their anger for the time being, because fighting on two fronts at this time will only make the situation worse.
Anyone with a discerning eye could see that they were inferior to the other side in terms of equipment, NPC camp strength, and player quality.
The only advantage they had was that the Olivendi family was generous enough. Compared to other camps, the four major family camps paid almost more than double for foreign aid.
Those who are willing to fight for the province of Carlas and the Olivendi family can receive extremely generous rewards every day, including but not limited to gold coins, legendary equipment, precious magic materials, alchemical potions, rare items that permanently enhance properties, and so on.
Therefore, many players who joined the Olivendi family camp actually wanted to save a large enough inheritance for themselves. They planned to record all the deaths of their current characters here, and then open a new account with the cultivation resources and gold coins.
"What a shame. If we could get a batch of Black Knight Type III, we should be able to hold out for another month. Can't these stupid NPCs expand the exchange list for magic constructs?"
In a place where no one was around, Qiu Shui Yiren finally took off the mask of an icy beauty and couldn't help but swear.
There was no other way. When fighting against an enemy army equipped with a clearly advanced level of magic constructs, the casualties would increase significantly. However, those old-school aboriginal nobles were extremely averse to magic constructs and basically only provided low-end mass-market models that were everywhere on the market.
"It sounds like you have some troubles?"
However, just after Qiu Shui Yiren finished complaining, she was suddenly horrified to hear a faint voice coming from behind her.
"Who is it? Guards!"
Qiu Shui Yiren suddenly jumped forward like a frightened rabbit, turned around and assumed a fighting stance the moment she landed, while shouting a warning.
But what made her feel heavy in her heart was that even though she made such a big noise, the guards standing at the door took no time to rush in to protect her, as if they were in two different worlds that did not interfere with each other.
The uninvited guest who appeared behind her seat, shrouded in a dark cloak, had all attributes of [???], and was obviously much higher in level than her.
"Don't be nervous, I'm not your enemy."
Under Qiu Shui Yiren's nervous gaze, Avis slowly spread out his hands to indicate that he meant no harm.
"I overheard that you are troubled by the magic construct? Fortunately, I can provide you with some new options."
As the words fell, a ferocious magic-constructed mecha, nearly three meters tall and completely black, fell out of nowhere in front of Qiu Shui Yiren.
What is somewhat peculiar is that in the gaps of this constructed machine, there is a faint cover of a dark red, flesh-like tissue.
This thing was made by Avis using magic construction technology and the perfect blood modulation technology from another world. For him, who is at the ninth level, this was just a matter of thought.
"This is a fifth-order balanced magic construct [Blackthorn]. Its strength is close to that of a normal sixth-order magic construct. I can provide you with unlimited quantities for exchange."
After casually giving a name to the magic construct he had just made, Avis watched with interest as Qiu Shui Yiren's expression changed from vigilance and suspicion to shock and excitement.
"Sir, I wonder what price we need to pay in order to exchange this kind of magic construct in large quantities from you?"
After carefully inspecting this demonized construct, Qiu Shui Yiren had to admit that the properties of this peculiar construct were the best of all the constructs she had ever seen, without a doubt.
Almost all of its attributes were much better than the Black Knight Type III that she had always coveted, and it even had a trait of [Self-Recovery] that she had only seen in certain monsters.
However, such powerful equipment would probably have an equally terrifying price.
"cost?"
Under the dark cloak, Avis smiled, and a blood-red eyeball appeared in his palm.
"It's simple. The province of Karlas cannot fall so quickly. Also, I need you to do something for me..."
In this era of war and chaos, when the empire is in turmoil, it is time for the Angel of Original Sin to truly show up. (End of this chapter)
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