Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 199: Allies gather, extraordinary hospitality

Every night, undead creatures would come out in groups, scattering across the wilderness, searching for traces of fey, digging small tombs everywhere, and bringing more corpses back to the ancient city to be transformed into their own undead kind who hate the living.

These patrols are all elite, equipped with the skeletons of giant mountain goblins, cavalry and infantry, and occasionally led by low-level necromancers of the cult, which makes them quite tricky.

They gathered towards the bright star in the sky to investigate the abnormal situation there, like dozens of trickles converging into a river tide, and the originally scattered troops merged and grew larger and larger.

The gathering of hundreds of undead is already a military force that cannot be underestimated, and the field patrol has more than thousands of soldiers and is still coming from afar.

Lin Bo was suffering from the boiling blood curse of the Sun Ring Disaster, and he didn't have the Heart Stone to support him. He knew that he needed to be more stable and not use up his curse power easily.

Players from the Elf faction were also gathering here. Naturally, they noticed the undead troops that had arrived upon hearing the news. Some were frightened and retreated, while others worked even harder to reunite with their allies as soon as possible.

The glittering purple light emitted a clear and bright illumination, illuminating the earth with a silvery hue, and also clearly illuminating the ferocious figures of the enemies.

The red-robed necromancer leading the group shouted sharply, and the undead creatures roared, their mouths wide open, the negative energy swirling in their withered vocal cords erupting in hoarse, piercing roars like wailing. They closed in from the south, west, and north, forming a loose pocket formation.

The Soul-Calling Witch raises the pendant on her chest, summoning spirits and monsters, waiting for the undead troops to approach within the casting distance.

Lin Bo whispered the real name of the Demonic Mushroom Iron, and slapped the wooden box at his waist. Two silver whale fire rings suddenly jumped out and flew into the air. The dark blue flames flowed along the rings, leaving long trails.

He stared at the camera image on the screen in front of him. At this moment, he was controlling the two word spirits of Feather Scale Star Steel and Demonic Mushroom Iron at the same time. However, because they did not resonate with the self's word spirit, he needed to keep in touch at all times. Once out of sight, the spell power connection would be disconnected. Fortunately, the Whale Fire Ring was eye-catching enough.

The fire ring flew faster and faster, and the accumulated power became stronger and stronger. When it flew in front of the undead army, it suddenly broke through the sound barrier, leaving white clouds in the air. The shock wave of the explosion made a loud roar, which shocked the surrounding undead creatures and made them tremble in their steps.

The next moment, two streams of blue fire penetrated the enemy formation, bringing up more than a dozen skulls into the sky.

The whale fire ring blessed with the solidity spell is quite durable. The sharp and hot blade cuts smoothly. The bone armor cannot stop gold and iron, and the muscles soaked in negative energy cannot protect against magical flames.

The necromancers leading the team shouted in fear, and the red-robed priests who had passed by the Whale Fire Ring hurriedly touched their necks to make sure the heads on their necks had not flown away.

It was fast, too fast. A narrow light trail as bright as the Milky Way remained on the retina, and the dull whistling of the wind was still lingering in the ears.

Even after being blessed by the Ring Sun, their movement speed was greatly increased, but it was still difficult to react. Only a very small number of undead warriors who were powerful in their lifetime could barely raise their weapons to block, but they were unable to stop it at all. After only blocking once or twice, their weapons would be chopped off and their bodies would be cut into pieces.

The whale fire ring is faster than sound, and its movement direction is extremely chaotic and changeable, making it impossible to predict. It will only slow down when it hits the undead. There are no gushing waves of blood wherever it passes, only jumping heads, flying broken arms and limbs, shattered weapons and broken shields.

The red-robed necromancer was so terrified that he seized his horse and fled, urging his undead to charge. Rings of whale fire swirled through the air, flitting across, slashing down the few spellcasters who had escaped the battle, either beheading them or slicing them in half. Their bodies erupted in flames, and they howled in death.

Lin Bo left a message to the witch in the friend chat interface, asking her to be more careful.

Then he controlled his body and flew into the air, looking down from a high altitude to get a clearer view of the war.

Standing with hands behind their backs, they watched the hordes of enemies intently. Azure rings of fire darted back and forth within the pocket formation. The undead troops charged at them, unable to defend against the sonic blades striking from behind and flank, falling one after another mid-charge. Had it not been for the undead's ruthless minds, they would have been routed long ago.

[Starry Eyes] looked at the enemy army in chaos, silently put down the pendant in his hand, opened his eyes wide and scanned the surroundings, guarding against possible arrows.

Players from the Elf faction arrived at the edge of the battlefield in groups of two or three, gazing at the man in a windbreaker hanging in the air beneath the glittering purple star. A desolate and cold light shone on his cold and gloomy mask and armor, making him look like a cold obsidian statue.

One after another, the powerful and blessed undead rushed towards the figure, but their bodies were cut into pieces by the flames like autumn wheat, and they fell to the ground in groups.

[Mountain Dweller (Fairy)]: What am I looking at? What's going on?
[Tailor (Undead)]: You guys are too conspicuous. I see a lot of patrols coming towards you. You, the Lighthouse Keeper, please remove the flares immediately.

The players of the Undead faction who had gathered in the main city stood on the rooftops and the city walls, gazing at the place where the purple star rose, and shook their heads at the reckless actions of the opposing faction.

[Planting Trees is Great (Fairy)]: I have a feeling we're going to win this time, no kidding.
[Thorns and Brambles (Holy War)]: You are so confident. I will wait for you when the sun goes down. Don't give up.
The players of the Crusade camp crawled into the tents to avoid the sun, lay on the camp beds comfortably to read the news channel, and shed tears for the difficult situation of the Elf camp.

[Pure Flow (Spiritual Type)]: Try to cry as quietly as possible then! [Starry Eyes (Spiritual Type)]: The Mage is super awesome (seriously)

The purple star went out and fell back into Lin Bo's hands.

He erased the dragon language runes, and the steel bar dimmed, with cracks all over its surface. It could not withstand the power evoked by the magic words and was almost scrapped.

At this time, ten allies from the camp gathered together. There were scattered fires burning on the grass around them. The corpses of the undead were scattered like dry firewood, crackling in the fire.

The nearest patrol had been wiped out. Now, everyone could relax a little.

The Soulcaller interlocked her fingers, her eyes gleaming as she stared at the Night Watchman. The rest of the team watched the mage descend from the sky and stand before them, their expressions tense as they frantically greeted him.

Lin Bo took off his skull mask and nodded to everyone, "Hello."

He took the time to learn the common language of the Internet so that everyone present could understand it and face-to-face communication was not an obstacle.

Everyone gave a brief self-introduction.

Most of the players in the Fey camp are Druids, Nature Priests, Blood Warlocks, Rangers and other professions. Only [Jingliu] is a Sage Sword, a very powerful melee profession.

After everyone got to know each other, a group of little elves rustled out from the bushes, flapping their wings and flying towards the players. Everyone smiled when they saw these fluffy black balls.

After receiving the blessing of the Huanri, Jiupa flew as fast as an arrow.

"Master Lighthouse!" Avoiding the warm embraces of other players, these players all clung to Lin Bo. "Finally, we meet you. Come with us!"

The little seagull slapped away an elf who tried to share the throne of his shoulder with him, spread his wings and wrapped them around the night watchman's neck, making a humming cry.

Lin Bo smiled and greeted them one by one. He stroked Jiupa's head with his fingertips and asked quietly, "Can I bring my friends to your home?"

"Of course~" The chirps happily chased after the wizard's finger, "Master Lighthouse Master can take anyone he wants!"

Lin Bo, surrounded by the furry little balls, nodded to his envious teammates and said, "Let's go back to the main city. It's not suitable to go out during the day."

He put the elves into his windbreaker pocket, and they poked their heads out like passengers. One of them crawled into the wizard's palm to guide him.

Players ride on vehicles, summon galloping horses, or use jet packs, anti-gravity motorcycles, flying brooms, etc. The modes of transportation are varied, but they are all fast.

The Soul-Calling Witch summoned the soul of a frost wolf and rode on its broad back.

She begged Master Brother in a low voice if she could share a Jupa. After getting permission, she happily took an elf from Lin Bo's pocket and stroked it in her hand.

Everyone followed the soaring wizard, all the way to the valley where the elves' home was hidden. Along the way, they encountered undead patrols, but before they could get close, they were defeated by the star steel shuttles shot from the sky, and died in the wilderness. There was not a single enemy that could stop their journey.

Half an hour later, they went deep underground and came to the last home of the fey.

A sea of ​​joy welcomed the players' arrival.

Those newcomers whose faction friendship values ​​were not high enough were somewhat flattered. Their status here was the companions of the great ones, and they were treated very generously.

[Planting trees is great] muttered quietly, "Just how high is this big guy's friendship score? Why does it feel so prestigious to be his pendant?"

Hearing this, [Wind Nest] shrugged. "I've completed missions in desperate situations, and I've never encountered anything like this. I doubt you'll be refused even if you go directly to the Guardian to ask for the Heart Stone."

(End of this chapter)