Looking at the group of Alliance members lying on the ground, groaning in pain, Meng Ziyi felt a real headache coming on.
The consequences of the corpse explosion were severe; many people now have a double debuff of burning and poison in their status bar.
One of them is deadly enough, let alone two.
Some people, quick to react, hurriedly pulled out the antidote from their pockets and drank it down their throats. Others, though slow to react, were quick-witted and, seeing others guzzling the antidote, also pulled out a bottle and drank it down their throats.
However, some people were completely bewildered, and then the sudden accumulation of more than a dozen layers of poison damage directly stripped them of their last bit of health. Those who were farther away and less severely poisoned escaped by chance and quickly followed suit by drinking the antidote.
As expected of Meng Ziyi's core team, all members were equipped with supplies and medicines.
They were just trying to search for the fallen soldiers' potions, but not their equipment; the equipment of the fallen would show as damaged and unwearable.
The worst was yet to come; even with the antidote, it would take time for the injuries to heal.
This won't be effective instantly; these people's combat capabilities have been halved.
These people would only be sent to their deaths if they went with him, but he couldn't just abandon them if they didn't go. This put him in a dilemma.
What's even more frustrating is that there are many such partially disabled people, and by the time they recover, Liu Nian has long since disappeared.
Just as I was getting frustrated, the system's voice rang in my mind.
Your summoned creature, Raven 1, has been defeated.
Your summoned creature, Raven 2, has been defeated.
Your summoned raven is easy to kill.
Damn it, when you're down on your luck, even drinking cold water can cause problems.
Leaving is not an option, nor is staying; now that his view has been taken away, Meng Ziyi felt a faint sadness.
In the end, he decided to continue pursuing Liu Nian. That man must not have much magic left. If he didn't pursue him now and waited until he recovered tomorrow, he would have to live in constant fear.
After figuring things out, he called everyone to get in the car and summoned the raven to continue tracking Liu Nian's whereabouts.
They rushed forward in a great hurry, but found no trace of the man.
Just as I was feeling a bit agitated, I saw traces of a large number of dead people appearing on the street ahead.
With the large number of infected people lying around as evidence, it must be traces left by a necromancer.
Commanding the ravens to follow the trail, Meng Ziyi was somewhat pleased with himself. "Finally found you!"
However, he hadn't lost his mind yet. He was afraid that this was a trick by Liu Nian to make the convoy bypass the infected people.
The earlier corpse explosion had already instilled fear in him; if it happened again, the team would lose all morale.
Confidence is built through repeated victories, while repeated defeats only lead to discouragement.
He felt that morale was crumbling and the team was difficult to lead!
Little did he know that his every move was being watched by the ravens on the street, and that Liu Nian was monitoring his every action.
The initiative in this battle has gradually shifted, and Liu Nian has now quietly gained the upper hand.
At this moment, Liu Nian was observing their movements through the crows and saw that they were heading towards the main battlefield they had chosen.
While waiting for the others to arrive, he looked at the venue in front of him.
This is an open terrain with no obstacles on any side, suitable for large-scale battles and also good for preventing surprise attacks.
Unlike the street before, where blocking both ends would make escape impossible.
When he released the ravens earlier, he noticed several of the opponent's ravens coming to scout. After he directed his ravens to kill the opponent's ravens, he discovered the opponent's whereabouts.
The roar of a car engine interrupted his thoughts. As he watched the approaching vehicle, a ripple stirred in his calm heart, like a pebble thrown into a lake.
His summoned creatures were summoned early on, and he planned to defeat them once and for all here.
Meng Ziyi led the remaining fifty-odd people off the bus. Originally, there were more than a hundred members in the alliance, but now only this many remained, and some of them had not yet recovered their fighting strength.
I suddenly regretted storming the square and losing so many of my men.
If Liu Nian knew that the person in front of him had fed the level 10 boss chariot to level 15, I wonder what he would think.
Enough with the small talk; enemies meeting are bound to be furious.
He didn't leave any ambushes in such an open space, nor did he have extra manpower to ambush them; his team had already been killed while fighting the tanks.
Now Meng Ziyi is certain that only Liu Nian remains in the entire team.
Liu Nian was unaware that Meng Ziyi considered the people who had gone in earlier to be members of his team.
Meng Ziyi did not rashly choose to surround Liu Nian, not because he was afraid, but because Liu Nian now had significantly more summoned creatures than his own.
If we rashly surround them, we'll expose our members' combat capabilities and might end up being surrounded in return, which would be truly embarrassing.
As he lined up his men, Meng Ziyi sized up his opponents, who were giving him a headache.
He just sat there blankly on the horse, like a cripple paralyzed from the waist down, with a ridiculous face mask wrapped around his face. No wonder he was a one-eyed man.
Despite his insults, his equipment was indeed impressive, suggesting he was not someone to be trifled with.
If the enemy doesn't move, we don't move either; this also restores the combat effectiveness of our members—a win-win situation.
Meng Ziyi ordered the dozen or so ranged classes behind him to stand by, ready to make sure they never returned if they dared to step forward.
After a stalemate, Liu Nian realized that the other side had no intention of launching an attack.
"Alright, I'll go first." Liu Nian began to summon his creatures as he watched the long, straight snake opposite him.
More than fifty skeleton warriors were divided into three groups and approached them from three directions.
When they were only twenty paces away from the melee fighters, they stopped, and then Liu Nian advanced forward with the skeleton archers.
An archer's range is much greater than a mage's magic range. If the opposing team only has about ten magic-based classes, a lone archer won't be very effective in a team battle.
What Liu Nian needs to do now is force them to make a choice, whether to fight or retreat, he needs to make arrangements.
Managing a group of people is not so simple; if any link in the chain goes wrong, it will affect the overall performance.
If they can find a loophole in this process, they can exploit it infinitely until they are completely destroyed.
Sure enough, when more than thirty archers stepped forward, a commotion broke out in the crowd on the other side.
Meng Ziyi is under immense pressure right now. Fighting a group of people is much more difficult than a one-on-one duel. There are many things to pay attention to, and he is just a salesman, not an ancient military general.
Now, the enemy's melee fighters are closing in from all three lanes. If we retreat, they might seize the opportunity to entangle us; if we don't retreat, we'll soon be subjected to a hail of arrows from the archers.
What to do? What to do? What to do?
At this moment, his trusted confidants showed no intention of sharing his burdens, and kept asking him whether to fight or retreat.
He felt his thoughts were in disarray and he had no clue what to do.
As the archer squad gradually approached, he felt a growing urge to vomit.
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