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Chapter 1258 This is an apology emoticon!

The war began with an enormous arrow that fell on the gates of Camelot.

The Red Dragon rebels did not launch a sneak attack, but instead announced the start of the war quite ostentatiously.

Morgan stood on the platform, holding the Sword in the Stone in both hands, his golden hair fluttering and his face determined.

[Morgan Le Fay LV60]

[Summon Holy Sword Z/Potion S/Sleepless A/Swordsmanship B/Riding B/Blunt Impact Resistance B/Calm C]

She used to be a lake fairy and a witch, and in the words of strangers, she took the route of an intellectual mage. This time she plans to take the route of a warrior. The combination of the two will make her a perfect hexagonal warrior.

Unfortunately, she didn't have enough time, and she had to work very hard to get to this level. But thanks to her desperate efforts, she felt extremely calm at this moment.

"Wow, it's really powerful."

Dali Feizhuan used a telescope to watch the Red Dragon rebels approaching from afar. Although they were moving in twos and threes without anyone commanding them, he was quite shocked when he put down the telescope. It seemed like a sea of ​​blood was attacking them, or a red dragon was crawling towards them.

The most troublesome thing is that Camelot is an independent city. The Red Dragon rebels are surrounding it from all directions and can attack from multiple angles at the same time.

"Pity."

Unfortunately, there are more players in Camelot than the Red Dragon rebels. Based on the numbers alone, the war can be declared over.

However, all the Red Dragon Rebel players had angry faces. After being beaten like this, they would probably continue to accumulate anger and then embark on a path of revenge against society.

This is not good.

“When others come to us in anger, we should also greet them with a smile.”

Hearing the slogan of "Da Li Fei Zhuan", Morgan Gubo's expression changed a little.

The resentment of the Red Dragon rebels and foreigners was directed at her. There was no reason to let these friendly foreigners bear it, but when she thought about what this group of people were going to do next, she felt that she had paid a lot.

"Brothers, now is the time to show the results of our rehearsal. Go up to the city wall!"

"it is good!!!"

A wall outside Camelot suddenly began to wriggle. It turned out that it was covered with densely packed players, who simply covered their bodies with cloaks to complete the mimicry of the environment.

The players of the Red Dragon Rebels twitched. Camelot was a very large city, and the walls surrounding Camelot were naturally very long and high. The number of players climbing on them was naturally very large, and it looked crowded.

This extremely abstract behavior caused the angry Red Dragon Rebel players to fall silent.

And the more abstract things are yet to come. Amid the majestic slogans, the players on the city wall changed into other cloaks, and then a huge Everqueen emoticon appeared on the wall of Camelot.

It’s still an apology emoticon.

"what is this!?"

Morgan covered her face. She didn't know what the stranger was thinking to come up with such a thing. Given the hatred the Red Dragon Rebel Stranger had for her, shouldn't he just shoot at the face?

But what was incredibly magical was that the blood-red army surrounding Camelot began to move. Instead of retreating, they gathered on the side with the emoticons, vying to see this extremely abstract scene with their own eyes.

"This is a war." Morgan exhaled, wishing she could vomit out her soul. Her ears were already red and almost cooked.

"But they are foreigners." Blaze sat at the bottom of the platform.

After learning that a villain was planning to use the chaos caused by the war to awaken the white dragon Vortigern, the Fairy Kingdom began to think about how to resolve the resentment of the strangers in the Knight Ranking. At this time, the Chainsaw Demon pointed his middle finger at his nose and proposed this plan.

After learning this, Morgan slumped down on the throne and began to take deep breaths, his lips trembling.

This isn't just a pixel avatar cape, but a painting on the walls of Camelot.

But now it seems that the effect is still good. With the formation No. 2, the apology emoticon on the wall of Camelot turned into regret. The Red Dragon rebels surrounding Camelot have all squeezed to the main gate of Camelot.

The Red Dragon Rebels players all had twitching expressions. Even a resentful ghost would be helpless in the face of an abstract and funny person.

It felt like they were raising their fists, but the other party was holding a rose in their mouths and winking at them.

Although they still had stern faces, many of them had already laid down their weapons.

The reason why they are so resentful is that they feel "not valued". No one pays attention to their opinions in the forum and they are even ridiculed. Now, there is another large group of players who do this specifically to make them not angry.

This is the ideal game, and someone is working hard to build an ideal gaming environment.

"How about we just count it..."

A player sighed and was about to leave when an old hand grabbed his wrist. An old man with gray hair on his temples trembled and held a farm tool in his hand.

"Don't be afraid, my lord knight. We are here to help you."

"Is it possible? Is it possible?!" The player immediately looked around, and a large number of NPCs poured into the Red Dragon Rebels.

Not only around him, but almost every player had four or five NPCs around them, young and old, male and female, all holding weapons nervously.

These are the militia, ordinary people from various oppressed city-states and kingdoms, and they are the reinforcements for the Red Dragon rebels.

Players will naturally lose their temper when they see this kind of emoticon pack, but these NPCs can’t understand it. They just want to overthrow the rule of the Eternal Queen and save themselves!

And this group of militia regarded those wearing red dragon cloaks as their leaders.

It would be fine if they just wanted to coerce them, but they wanted to fight for them, just like the ordinary people in the story who were willing to pave the way for the heroes.

The militiamen moved, and the Red Dragon Rebels players had to move.

What's even more terrifying is how those Camelot players will understand this behavior!

"These bastards actually used ordinary NPCs as cover!" Dali Feizhuan smashed his fist in anger.

"Calm down, something is not right." Kate Cat narrowed her eyes and looked in the farther direction. The militiamen came from the rear and were still pouring out.

She specifically commissioned someone to keep an eye on the Kingdom of Londinium. There had been no large-scale personnel transfers in the past few days, and this was a sudden occurrence.

It's a portal.

"It looks like a large portal has been built."

"Has it appeared?" Blaze stood up slowly, and the broken steel sword at his waist made a buzzing resonant sound.

Among the gray militia, a touch of scarlet was particularly conspicuous, and even more conspicuous was the blooming azure light.

The beautiful scabbard was raised high, followed by a majestic and loud oath.

"I am Uther Pendragon! I have returned from the dead and will lead the noble red dragons to defeat the evil usurper, liberate you, and establish a true eternal kingdom!"

The militia looked at King Uther with great excitement, and when King Uther raised his scabbard and pointed, they charged towards Camelot.

"Follow the red dragon and charge!"

A [person] appeared, leading the players to charge.

Chapter 1259: Run!!!

The Red Dragon rebels, which had been stagnant, began to move, rushing towards Camelot like a wave, with noise and cries of killing everywhere.

The first shot of the war came from Merlin, who controlled King Uther. He raised the scabbard of his sword towards Camelot. Ordinary people who grew up listening to the stories of the Eternal King and believed in the red dragon formed a militia and launched a charge.

They were extremely terrified, and their hands holding their weapons were shaking. King Uther shouted to encourage them, telling them not to be afraid, and that the knights wearing red dragons would protect them.

The militiamen rioted and charged towards Camelot in a disorderly manner.

Rather than being full of awareness, they looked more like rolling stones on a mountain. Someone pushed them from behind, and they rolled down the slope, unable to control themselves. It seemed as if even their spirits were not their own when they launched the charge.

The players wearing red dragons were pushed forward. No one was pushing them, but the number of militiamen was too large, so they were also swept forward.

"King Uther?" Morgan frowned and looked at Blaze, who was already equipped and ready to intervene at any time.

"Merlin is pretending to be King Uther," Theresa explained. "He used King Uther's blood to cultivate a body to stabilize the morale of the army and collect faith energy."

"Really?" Morgan's expression remained unchanged, but his hand was holding the Sword in the Stone.

“He acted quite similarly, almost exactly the same.

......"

"Fuck you!"

An irritable red dragon rebel player raised a huge cannon towards King Uther on the spot and launched a siege-level artillery attack.

King Uther raised the scabbard, and a fierce fire entered the scabbard. Then he drew the sword from the scabbard and swung it towards Camelot.

The flames turned into a huge arrow and shot towards the apology emoji.

"Look! The strangers wearing red dragons are helping us tear apart the usurper's illusions and smash the rotten walls!"

"S!H!I!T!"

Blaze jumped up and landed between the flaming arrows and the emoticons, then drew out Gungnir from behind and threw it at King Uther.

Once a target is locked onto by Gungnir, no matter what is in the way, it will be penetrated.

Gungnir was like a flash of light, piercing through the flaming arrow and heading straight for King Uther.

King Uther immediately raised the scabbard of his sword. This moment was a duel between the strongest shield and the strongest spear.

The scabbard continuously absorbed the impact from Gungnir and transformed it into the power to sharpen the sword. The surface of the scabbard only had ripples, but the sword in the scabbard began to hum, and countless cracks crawled all over the sword.

King Uther's expression changed and he made an unexpected move. He simply moved the scabbard away and let Gungnir pierce through his body, turning half of his body into charcoal.

The militiamen noticed this action and their expressions changed. King Uther was their spiritual pillar. Once this pillar collapsed, they would be buried by the rubble.

King Uther trembled as he raised the arm holding the scabbard, his body slowly regenerating under the power of the scabbard.

"I am blessed by fate as the one who possesses the scabbard!"

The militiamen were full of fighting spirit, their reason was gradually swallowed up by impulse, they clutched their crude weapons and charged madly towards Camelot.

The Red Dragon players had no choice but to follow, not noticing that their Red Dragon cloaks glowed a faint red amid the militia's roars.

All their attention was on the players in Camelot City, and their expressions were tense.

From the launch of the server to the present, in the large-scale war activities carried out by players, the enemies and teammates are all players. They will be resurrected after being killed. Occasionally, there are NPCs following, either in very small numbers, or they are also blessed beings who can be resurrected.

But this time, the number of NPC militiamen who will not be resurrected after death is several times greater than that of players, and almost includes all the civilian NPCs from various city-states in the Third Kingdom region.

Once a player starts killing people, it will really be... a killing spree.

They prayed that the players on Camelot would not launch a massive attack.

If it crashes, they can only try their best to offset it, but can they do it?

It can't be done!

After all, they never thought they could overthrow Camelot from the beginning, they just gathered under the [Red Dragon Recruitment] as if they had found an outlet for venting.

To be honest, there aren't many big-name players among them. Most of them are at the bottom of the rankings, and some of them aren't even at the maximum level. Their role is to occasionally show up in super-large world quests and serve as a background board.

The players standing on Camelot were summoned by the Fairy Kingdom, and any one of them could wipe out a large number of them.

How could they possibly protect the militiamen next to them from a player of this level?

"Damn it, what should I do?"

A Red Dragon player clenched his fists. He wasn't even at the maximum level, but the little girl dressed as a militia next to him looked at him uneasily. She looked like someone who was forced to move forward.

"Ah!" The little girl was squeezed, lost her balance and subconsciously reached out her hand to him.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment.

He often watched the replays of many major events and fantasized about becoming the protagonist, but he knew he couldn't do it because he had no luck, let alone the ability to grasp luck.

So he just felt envious, but some stories made him jealous.

There were more, little stories shared by all kinds of players, and he should have, could have been part of them, and that was something he could do.

The world is full of stories that need protagonists, but he is always thinking about the competition in the knight rankings. Faced with stories that need him, he lets go and climbs meaningless towers.

"Damn it!"

The red dragon slapped the little girl's hand away, then jumped hard, and rushed out of the crowd with attributes that were much stronger than those of these militiamen.

Instead of running away, he rushed in the direction of Camelot.

If fighting is unavoidable, then just rush faster than the militia.

Those players on the city wall will only aim to attack the more dangerous red dragon players. As long as they rush fast enough, they can separate the players and NPCs in a chaotic state.

"Hit me this way!"

The running of one person alerted the Red Dragon players, and they immediately accelerated. The entire ground, which had become dim red due to the infiltration of militiamen, suddenly became bright.

They separated themselves from the militia and rushed towards Camelot, only to become a more conspicuous target.

The whole process took only a few minutes. Even if both parties realized that something was wrong, it was too late for them to communicate through chat groups or forums.