The developers still haven't forgiven the players.

Chapter 115 Cannonballs

Eight Alleys is practically invisible in Dog Brother's clique, but within this group, aside from Campus Springtime, he's the highest-ranking member.

He rushed over, swung his stone axe, and slashed at Anhou's back.

Of course, his shout when he made the move was also a reminder to Anhou. The other party didn't even turn his head and dodged the axe with a sidestep.

But he seemed to have anticipated this, and with his other hand holding the stone, he slammed it down on Anhou's face.

Caught off guard, he was hit hard on the forehead and staggered.

"He deserves to die!" Centurion Anhou roared angrily, covering his face with one hand.

Although it wasn't very lethal, the feeling of being toyed with drove him to the brink of madness with hatred.

Taking advantage of the brief respite gained by the eight alleys, Old Kuai carried the bronze pillar and stood side by side with the man who had helped him.

They weren't particularly afraid of the roar that resembled a wounded beast.

Whether it's Old Kuai or Eight Alleys, in terms of rank alone, they both meet the standard of centurions.

Even if the two of them work together, they can't make up for the difference in combat experience. It's impossible for Anhou to defeat them in a short time, and he might even be defeated if he's not careful.

This applies to high-level players.

In fact, on all fronts in Shizhai, most players were more like moths drawn to a flame.

Unfortunately, even with their numerical advantage, the players' actions were chaotic and disorganized.

Many players rushed forward only to be pierced through several times by the uniform spears, or tossed aside by the brute force of the Howling Tribe warriors.

Throughout the game, players could be seen flying backwards like kites with broken strings, the sound of bones shattering sending chills down one's spine.

The ranks of the Howling Clan warriors remained impregnable despite the players' relentless attacks.

However, maintaining this situation is not an easy task for the Roaring Clan warriors.

After all, some of these veteran players were quite high-level, and given that it was rare for them to encounter such a collective action, they were all acting with unwavering courage and fearlessness.

The players managed to bring the battle to a stalemate by employing this reckless fighting style.

"Damn it! Help me!" In the ranks, a Roaring Clan warrior thrust out his spear and stabbed the meat pouch in the ribs, causing him to scream hysterically.

To be fair, the game deliberately lowered the players' pain levels.

But watching a weapon plunge into your own body is bound to make you feel uneasy.

Dog Brother happened to be nearby. Seeing this, he quickly raised his knife and slashed hard at the arm of the Howling Clan warrior.

If this cut lands squarely, even if it doesn't sever the bone completely, it will probably only leave a layer of skin connecting it.

However, the Roaring Clan warriors present were all seasoned veterans, and their coordination after forming ranks was quite skillful.

Seeing his comrade in danger, the Roaring Clan soldier next to him twisted his waist and slammed his shoulder into Dog Brother's body, sending him flying.

What happened here, Dog Bro, is basically a microcosm of the entire skirmish.

"For the tribe!"

"Demacia!"

"The wind follows the tiger, the clouds follow the dragon; heroes of dragon and tiger soar proudly across the heavens!"

Players continued to shout and charge towards the Howlers' battle line.

Some players who were knocked away but had not yet lost their ability to move, after a short while, shouted to return to the battlefield.

They seem to have the upper hand, but if things continue like this, the player team will collapse in no more than 15 minutes.

Therefore, the Hou tribe's centurion, who was originally preparing to take action, couldn't help but show a satisfied smile and chose to continue to stay in the rear.

It's worth mentioning that not all players rushed into the Howler formation; some quietly observed from the back.

This includes the spring scenery on campus and Peng Zhi.

These two are currently ranked first and second on the leaderboard.

One is level 92, and the other is level 87.

Strictly speaking, they are the two strongest players.

Not only did Chunse on campus learn the "Martial Arts Body Forging Technique," but Peng Zhi, after meeting the purchase requirements, also crowdfunded to purchase the learning qualification by borrowing spiritual energy from other members of the organization.

After a few days of familiarization, while I wouldn't say I can use it like an extension of my arm, I can at least ensure that the circulation of blood and qi is smooth and without any errors.

"Brother Chunse, aren't you going to go yet?" Peng Zhi asked tentatively.

The campus spring scenery solemnly declared, "We are the commanders; we cannot act rashly."

That's what he said, but in reality, he was just worried that if he and Peng Zhi joined the battle, it would provoke the BOSS to also take action.

The centurion of the Roaring Clan, who was stationed at the rear, would occasionally cast a menacing gaze over them.

He suspected that once they charged into the ranks of the Howling Clan, they would immediately be met with a fierce counterattack from the BOSS.

Peng Zhi glanced at the world chat channel, then asked in bewilderment, "Why haven't we arrived yet?"

"What? It hasn't arrived yet?"

"An arms dealer, huh?"

Peng Zhi said in a matter-of-fact tone, "Isn't this the perfect opportunity for those three to shine?"

Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived.

Just then, Cheng Lu and his two companions appeared on the hillside carrying large and small bags, giving them a clear view of the stone village below.

"Why do you insist that I come with you?" Fu Yun asked, slightly out of breath.

Ah Shui smiled confidently, revealing a tiger tooth: "We're a gang."

Fu Yun looked helpless: "To be honest, I was just dragged here to help by you, and how did that make us a gang?"

He usually only interacts with faculty and staff, and students don't usually act tough in front of him. He's really not used to dealing with this kind of shameless guy.

"Stop chatting and get ready."

Cheng Lu put down the huge animal skin bag he was carrying on his back. When he opened it, he could see that it was filled with bottles and jars and some strangely shaped large metal parts.

Without much delay, he skillfully assembled a turret-like device.

This thing was created by them in their spare time while making guns, inspired by the Black Ant Siege incident. They combined the supernatural power of the game with the principles of real physics to tinker with it. It is a "city defense weapon".

"The warhead is assembled, but the power launch unit hasn't arrived yet?"

Upon hearing this, Fu Yun's face darkened, and he was pushed by Ah Shui to the front of the "turret".

It is obvious that the so-called power unit refers to Fu Yun and A Shui.

With players possessing forces that can easily reach several tons, it would indeed be a waste not to utilize them.

"Ready to ignite."

Ah Shui hoisted an iron frame onto his shoulder and waved.

Essentially, it's just a large open-face grenade launcher.

The mechanical structure at the bottom maximizes the throwing force applied by the player's body.

"Launch countdown."

Excitement gleamed in Cheng Lu's eyes.

"Three, two—!"

"emission!"

After the countdown ended, Fu Yun, though somewhat annoyed, still pressed down hard in sync with Ah Shui.

A mournful howl came from the mountaintop.

A cannonball the size of a basketball, burning with flames, fell from the sky, poised to strike the center of the Howling Clan's ranks.

boom!

It exploded the moment it hit the ground, sending sparks flying everywhere.