T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 507, Section 506: Victory is a Foregone Conclusion
After the Tower World opened, Saint Helena once occupied the position at the boundary between the virtual and real worlds, and was very popular.

The sudden fall from grace, being besieged by various warlords, was a huge setback.

After the open-world bubble bursts, every player's in-game performance in Saint Helena will be repeatedly sliced ​​up and watched.

Some of these embarrassing plays will even be featured in highlight reels the next day, getting roasted and mocked.

The more afraid they are of becoming "famous," the less they dare to take action.

The less you dare to take action, the faster you'll lose.

Thus, the vicious cycle of Saint Helena was formed.

Putting himself in his shoes, Xue Shui Chao Mian felt that if he were in his shoes, he would also be very angry.

He forced me to shout it out.

If you don't know what to shout, just curse.

In short, we cannot lose our momentum.

Speaking broken Chinese dialect and occasionally switching to other countries' flavors for variety, the 30-man berserker squad tore through the elemental mage formation on their first charge.

"Both elemental teams have been wiped out!"

Tomorrow's Round Table listened to the communication, his brows furrowed.

How many are on the other side?

"The rain is too heavy, and there are jamming devices, so we can't see clearly, but judging from their scale, there might be... one or two hundred?"

Tomorrow, the round table will be covered in embarrassment.

Is this right?
The main forces advancing along both sides of the map are engaged in fierce combat, each believing they have run headlong into the other's main force.

There are still one or two hundred Saint Helena players stationed on the route leading directly to the next level.

Where did they get their reinforcements?
Once the battle began, the communications were filled with a large amount of invalid information, making it impossible to distinguish between them.

Just as the Round Table was about to concentrate its superior forces and charge straight for the second level, bad news struck.

"Of the eight elemental mage groups that advanced initially, six were wiped out, and two were left with only remnants!"

The round table can't sit still any longer.

Are there really main forces in the core area of ​​the trench?

What are those two battlefields locked in combat with?
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"Let the men we've arranged take turns entering the tunnels in the trenches, launch attacks from all directions, and then escape."

"This is not redundant; you need to create a continuous stream of illusions."

"Fight a stalemate, keep them bogged down, and bleed them dry!"

Snow water fried noodles glanced at the midnight aperitif.

"Your problem is that you care too much about the situation on the field and always think about making up for the losses through tactical adjustments."

"Look at the information you've reported. You get anxious at the slightest sign of trouble on the field, wanting to react accordingly?"

"The seamless flow of information has ironically robbed you of your ability to filter and judge information. Can't you learn to pick out the important points? Don't listen to this meaningless stuff; it's not crucial and won't change the course of the battle!"

"Once the established tactics have been implemented, you should give the players on the field the freedom to operate."

"If you only believe in yourself and not in them, then they will only become less and less trusting of you."

The midnight aperitif stunned me.

Not long ago, he was praised for "doing his best," but privately, everyone criticized him mercilessly.

He was nearly middle-aged when he was bombarded with criticism and made to look completely worthless, but he only felt his legs go weak.

It felt like I was back in my childhood, when my clever tricks were seen through by my strict father.

To save face in front of outsiders, he kept quiet until the guests left, then immediately called them over and gave them a dressing down.

The enamel mug coughed.

The speaker paused for a moment before softening his tone.

"Forget it, these things, like filtering out useful information, are indeed difficult for you without training. I shouldn't have been so strict."

"Have your squad leaders focus and tell them that the enemy is showing signs of defeat and their first wave of attack is about to collapse."

In the midnight aperitif communications, the battle on both sides remained fierce, with no sign of ending.

Saint Helena's shield guards risked their lives to fill the gaps, and as instructed by the snow water fried noodles, they pinned down the enemy warriors in the trenches, delaying the pace of the battle.

For every large trench the Allied forces advanced, they had to pay the price of hundreds of warriors.

They couldn't understand where Saint Hele got so many shield guards; the previous confrontations were nothing like this.

Now, it's as if they're fighting against a lump of sticky clay.

The opponent relentlessly pursued them, making the battle extremely close and evenly matched.

During the midnight aperitif, I overheard some of the Allied forces' mutterings during the battle.

He couldn't help but laugh.

Saint Helena did not add a shield guard class; instead, it purchased various types of shields and distributed them to support and melee classes, as requested by Snow Water Fried Noodles.

Snow water fried noodles don't need them to contribute harm or blessings; they only need to transform into city walls, cooperate with each other, and stand tall in every trench.

This plan, which was initially conceived and executed, was improved upon by well-known users of the Shield of the Virtual and Real Boundaries.

"Lighting crystals aren't expensive, just buy some and have them set in."

The roughly crafted Flash Shield was instantly formed.

In the torrential rain, they shone like lighthouses on the coast, and no Allied force entering the trenches could ignore their presence.

At first, the Allied forces thought it was a wall with lighting fixtures hanging on it.

As the silent, heavy wall awakens and slowly advances, the lighting crystals flash...

"my eyes!"

The blind coalition forces shouted and retreated.

Players watching the game couldn't help but cover their eyes as well.

The moving, gleaming walls acted like wedges, driven into every trench area.

It would be foolish to bypass them and launch a surprise attack from the rear; no one can guarantee that they won't be caught in a pincer movement.

But I want to get rid of them...

In an instant, the various classes wielding shields activated their support skills, protecting each other, tightening their defenses, and resisting the attack.

Like a turtle, it poked its head out, took a bite, and immediately retreated into its shell.

The tunnels, built temporarily using a large amount of guild resources, are the best fortifications to coordinate with the Shield Guards.

Taking advantage of the gap in the Allied forces' dismantling of the shield guards in the trenches, they stealthily peeked out under the cover of chaos and torrential rain, launching surprise attacks from all sides.

The tactic was very effective, and the number of coalition deaths surged.

Based on the guild's collection of "Rotten Jade," it is inferred that at least 1000 allied players died inexplicably in this chaotic battle.

The guesses from the snow water fried noodles were spot on, and the allied commander issued the order to retreat.

Abandon the players still engaged in combat, and have everyone else withdraw from the battle.

At this moment, the midnight aperitif looked at the snow water fried noodles with nothing but shock in its eyes.

"How do you judge?"

Snow Water Fried Noodles sighed, and just as he was about to speak, the enamel mug coughed again.

He immediately changed his tune.

"Just guessing."

The battle lasted only half a day, but the result far exceeded the expectations of the spectators.

Without activating the [Corrupted Jade], Saint Helena withstood the allied forces' winning streak and was on the verge of breaking through three layers of strongholds.

They were stopped on the first floor today! "What happened?"

"Yesterday Saint Helena was teetering on the brink of defeat, even struggling in PvP. How come they're so strong today?"

"Did you see those berserkers guarding the core area? There are only 30 of them."

"Despite facing 10 times more elemental mages, we achieved a kill ratio of at least 5 times. Everyone here is a god of war."

"The most outrageous thing is that 5 out of 30 people survived. How can the coalition forces sleep at night?"

"Friendly reminder: we're sleeping right now. You should think they'd be furious if they got up and watched the full recording."

"Is this reasonable? Does Saint Helena have the strength to do so?"

"No, they clearly didn't have that kind of momentum yesterday. I don't believe you're saying everyone here is an Oscar winner."

"What happened in just one day that they could fight like they were on steroids?"

"Their playing style has changed. Before, it was really ugly. In the first battle, they played like they were wrapped in a shroud from his excavation, smelly and rotten. Today, they are obviously very organized."

"You can't possibly hide something in your aperitif, can you?"

"That's truly the best of the best."

The spectators were buzzing with discussion.

In a place unseen by the world's spectators, the snow water fried noodles silently reviewed the process.

Since the players haven't received formal training, their organization and execution are significantly compromised, so they chose what they considered the simplest strategy.

It can give players a degree of freedom in combat, and also suppress opponents to a certain extent in terms of tactics.

So far, it seems that the method and the route are both correct.

Saint Helena's problem lies in losing too much, being under too much pressure, and having distorted performance.

If we win just once, things will return to normal.

Throughout his life, Xue Shui Chao Mian has seen many young people who are capable and talented, but after many failures, they become discouraged and give up.

If these people are lucky enough to learn from their experience and find an opportunity to succeed once, they will often have smooth sailing afterwards.

Unfortunately, whether in reality or in games, people who can maintain a positive attitude in adversity are always few and far between.

More often than not, they are like Saint Helena, losing once or twice, and then getting used to failure under pressure and self-doubt, and dare not try again.

He was completely convinced by the midnight aperitif and pondered over the snow water fried noodles, while he quietly waited by his side.

"What did they say?"

Midnight Aperitif knew what the question was asking and answered.

"Very excited, currently exchanging insults with the coalition in the chat channel."

He paused, feeling somewhat uneasy.

"You're all big mouths who can't control your tongues. I'm afraid it won't be long before everyone knows you exist."

Xue Shui Chao Mian smiled and waved his hand: "I'm here to help you win because someone asked me to. If you mind, I can leave anytime."

"I'm afraid no one will mind... I'm just curious, with your amazing command skills, why can't you find a team?"

I racked my brains trying to figure this out, but I just couldn't.

Level 20, completely clueless about many aspects of the game.

They knew absolutely nothing about guild facilities.

If it weren't for the guarantee of the boundary between reality and illusion, he would really doubt whether the person in front of him understood the Proof of the Stars.

When this was mentioned, Xue Shui Chao Mian humbly said that he really didn't know much about it and needed to learn more from them.

He had the air of an apprentice.

But when the battle to defend the stronghold actually began, this humble "apprentice" acted like a seasoned general, his sharp eyes seeming to rip his flesh off.

After reporting too much useless information, he was genuinely afraid that Xue Shui Chao Mian would stand up and shove his head into the wall—the other party's imposing manner made it impossible for him to imagine such a thing.

Where did this extraordinary person come from to explore the boundary between the real and the virtual?
Someone found the snow water fried noodles; it was a member of the berserker squad responsible for the frontal assault on the elemental mage.

I'm a little worried about the midnight aperitif.

After all, during the pre-battle speech, Xue Shui Chao Mian almost stepped on their heads, making some remarks that questioned their abilities.

Now that we've finally achieved our goal, what will we do when we come back to settle scores?
"You mustn't make any extreme remarks!"

Upon arriving at the scene, they discovered that the berserker was actually apologizing.

"Dear Mr. Snow Water Fried Noodles, I apologize for my and my friends' pre-war skepticism towards you."

"Thank you for giving us such a grand stage to perform."

"We played poorly before. We were too cowardly and afraid to make any moves in the game. You're absolutely right to teach us a lesson!"

"Please don't be offended by our previous offenses, and lead us to continue winning!"

A smile played on the corners of his mouth as he ate the snow water fried noodles.

I never imagined that I would get to experience mentoring young people in my old age.

A taste I miss.

At this very moment, the coalition forces also learned crucial information from the lively exchanges in the chat channel.

The person they were facing was no longer a World War I appetizer, but a commander from a foreign land who had come specifically to switch time zones.

There are many different opinions regarding her nationality.

With too little useful information, they decided to suspend their offensive and take the time to learn more about their new adversary.

The Black Sword Guard, emerging from the Tower World, saw the intact guild stronghold and learned of the successful ambush on the first floor that night. Excited, he found Snow Water Fried Noodles, who was giving the guild members a new tactical lesson.

"Sir, please name your price. I was too hasty and neglected you before."

"A price?"

Xue Shui Chao Mian glanced at him sideways, without saying a word.

"I've publicly recruited for the real-world subsidies before, and they're equally suitable for you. We can't treat you poorly just because it was introduced from the boundary between the virtual and real worlds." The Black Sword Guardian was full of sincerity.

"I want you to understand that you can't buy me at any price. If you insist, I might..."

The enamel mug coughed.

"Give us a boundary between the real and the virtual, and they will handle it properly for us."

Xue Shui Chao Mian's expression softened slightly, and his tone became gentler.

He changed his mind and said, "If you insist, then send it to them at the price you want."

The Black Sword Guard was somewhat taken aback, but sensing the Snow Water Fried Noodles' initial determination, he immediately understood what was going on.

He did not insist, but obediently agreed to the request.

The cyber war ended, and when all sides logged off, it was precisely during the active period at the boundary between the virtual and real worlds.

The European server is buzzing with excitement surrounding Saint Helena's sudden surge in performance and successful defense, as well as the widely discussed influx of foreign server commanders.

"Oh, I just remembered something funny."

"The key elements that led the French to victory were foreigners, short men, and women."

History has once again proven the value of this statement.

"Friendly reminder: before the new commander arrives, the players in Saint Helena are all as listless as a bunch of defeated soldiers. Any player of the same level could easily beat them up. They don't look like the elite of a major guild at all."

"When everyone thought there was no hope, someone suddenly appeared and said that taking over the entire guild would allow them to defeat the coalition... Doesn't this plot seem strangely familiar to you?"

"I get it! This is a replica of the Hundred Years' War, which means that the Proof of the Stars can be played for another 100 years!"

"So this means I'll be playing games for the rest of my life, right?"

"The latest bombshell has been confirmed: the new commander comes from a distant Eastern power. Rumors are circulating that the connection was made between the virtual and real borders."

"However, on the famous social media platform of the Eastern power, Virtual and Real Boundaries stated, 'We know nothing about this matter, please do not spread rumors.'"

(End of this chapter)