T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

No problem, your identity has been verified.

Since it was reliable, Jiang Heyi didn't hide anything and told the whole story.

Snow water fried noodles also had some interesting stories about the "Cyber ​​War," which immediately piqued my interest.

"In that case, I'm ready to take my place at any time, but I need you to answer one last question."

"What's the benefit of helping your competitors?"

Jiang Heyi repeated what he had said about guarding the Black Sword to Xue Shui Chao Mian.

For some reason, Xue Shui Chao Mian suddenly stopped replying.

It can't be because they felt... it was too clumsy, right?

"I will adjust my schedule. Please tell your friend in France that you will definitely win."

Chapter 506 Will the French also surrender after World War I?

They were certain of victory; that was the assurance the first two commanders made to the Black Sword Guardians.

Their answer was that they were almost overwhelmed in one fell swoop, forcing the Black Sword Guardians to interrupt the Tower World Challenge to return to the aid.

When current World War I commanders take over, they only dare to say "try their best."

Without checking the player information for Snow Water Fried Noodles, the Black Sword Guard took him to hand over to the current commander without hesitation.

Even someone at level 1 would be willing to try something that comes with the boundary between the virtual and the real.

[Midnight Aperitif] was ridiculed as a commander from World War I.

He was widely ridiculed for guiding the French First Guild, once hailed as the light of humanity, in cyber trench warfare in Proof of the Stars.

Even his game ID was jokingly referred to by players as "World War I appetizer".

He was also one of the few people who knew he was about to step down to a secondary role and "give way" to a foreign commander.

This secret won't stay hidden for long; tomorrow the entire server will probably know that Saint Helena has hired outside help.

When it comes to games, winning is fine.

If they lose... I really can't imagine what kind of sarcastic and mean comments those people who have been mocking them will make on the community platform.

They cannot afford to lose tonight's match.

In Saint Helena, aside from the 100 people who are required to collect resources, 19 people who are required to take shifts are not present, while the rest are all present.

Under the witness of the Black Sword Guard, the two commanders shook hands.

He sat to the side, deciding to observe for a while before entering the Tower World.

Xue Shui Chao Mian didn't speak immediately, his mind filled with his old friend's words of advice.

"They are children, they have no experience."

"Show the same patience you would have with your grandson, instead of scolding a good-for-nothing subordinate."

"This is not a real war, just a game. Being too harsh will backfire."

"Sigh... never mind, I've stayed up all night too, I'll go with you."

Following the pre-set teleportation coordinates, the enamel mug arrived.

The Black Sword Guard knew about this in advance and didn't say anything, just nodded politely and gave a simple greeting.

With everyone present, the snow water fried noodles were ready to be served.

"Tell me about the guild's resources and its current situation."

Midnight Aperitif opens the guild information panel.

The guild stronghold currently has 3120 green resources, 812 purple resources, and 29 red resources.

Materials are the currency used to continuously repair and deploy special defensive fortifications during guild stronghold battles.

"Yesterday, Rotten Jade consumed 3500 green materials and 300 purple materials in one go."

"And for us players who are out hunting, the amount of materials we can collect per round of the game is far less than this number."

"Saint Helena has been using its reserves to wear down the enemy, hoping to just outlast the Tower World."

"The offensive is fierce and the losses are increasing. I'm afraid our inventory will run out in another 6 to 7 games."

Snow Water Fried Noodles then asked, "Besides the Rotten Jade, are there any other special items that could turn the tide?"

Midnight Aperitif shook its head, only introducing some items that could modify guild strongholds.

Seeing that the snow water fried noodles were like a country bumpkin visiting the Grand View Garden, completely clueless, he couldn't help but sigh.

The snow water fried noodles didn't care.

"One last question, how are the guild members feeling?"

This time, the Black Sword Guard answered for him.

"I was anxious, unable to hold on, and ridiculed. I was holding back my anger with nowhere to vent it."

“The community’s opinions influenced them. Some thought that the failure to hold out was due to the poor command of the 'Appetizer', while others thought that with their current numbers, no one could defeat an enemy several times their size except at the boundary between reality and illusion.”

I glanced at the class composition of the guilds in Saint Helena and combined it with the information I had gathered after staying up all night.

A preliminary plan has been developed for making snow water fried noodles.

"Now, set it up as I say."

……

……

The guild barrier of Saint Helena is about to be deployed.

The moment the timeout for preventing the intrusion expired, spectators from all the major guilds gathered in the world chat boxes to watch the battle.

"Place your bets, place your bets! How long will it take to get the corrupted jade tonight?"

“I’ll bet 6 hours, 2 hours faster than last night.”

"Six hours? Be bold, three hours speedrun."

“Saint Helena’s resources are almost unable to sustain the cycle. Once the duration of the Corrupted Jade is out of sync with the guild barrier and the online time of the main players, the stronghold will immediately explode.”

The maximum number of invaders for the Saint Helena stronghold is 6000.

Saint Helena's defensive force consists of 827 players.

Each player needs to defeat 7 opponents to barely achieve a balanced match.

Even with the guild blessing bonus for the defending side, countless invasions have proven that quantity can indeed crush quality.

"Huh, why has the environment on the first floor changed?"

The original single-layer defense was practically useless, with only a few zombies active.

At this moment, the torrential rain poured down like a silver river, and the entire first-floor stronghold was submerged in a curtain of water.

The turbid water flowed into a rushing stream at the bottom of the trench, carrying mud seeping from the gaps in the sandbags, forming rust-colored puddles in the pits.

The wooden plank walls of the trench were soaked by rainwater, turning a decaying dark brown.

The flames, contained in an unknown magical container, flickered in the storm, their dim yellow light spreading through the rain, revealing indistinct human figures.

"Saint Helena, the stronghold has been modified?" a player realized.

"To waste such important materials at this point, this World War I appetizer shows such a deep understanding of the game!"

The rain was pouring down, and it seemed that some fortifications had been added to the stronghold to interfere with the perception of magic, making it impossible for the invading allied forces to discern the details of the floor changes for the time being.

The heavy rain further reduced visibility to its limit; beyond 3 meters, it was impossible to distinguish between people and animals.

The sound of rain becomes a natural switch for silence.

There was zero information throughout the entire event.

Similar to Saint Helena, the Allied forces also had a commander-in-chief on their side.

From the well-known guild 【Tomorrow's Roundtable】.

As the one who cornered Saint Helena, his popularity soared in the European server community.

Against the backdrop of the trench warfare of World War I, which served as an aperitif, he seemed as strong as a god of war.

At this moment, Tomorrow's Roundtable is awaiting news.

"All information-based professions were instantly killed upon engagement, indicating that the opponent was prepared."

"Ok?"

The team's information report came through, and Tomorrow's Roundtable was somewhat surprised.

The allied forces are professionals; they immediately compiled the locations of the information points where the professionals had died into a map and displayed it on the round table tomorrow.

The only thing they didn't send out scouts to scout was the trench directly in front of them.

To instantly eliminate highly mobile and stealthy information agents, preventing them from observing any useful information, one would need to outnumber them several times over.

In an instant, Tomorrow's Round Table scoffed.

"Mysterious."

"In that case..." he relayed the order, "Assemble the elemental mage formation, concentrate the bombardment on the front, and gradually cover it with barrage."

"The troops split into two groups, advancing swiftly along the edge of the battlefield, making silent contact, eliminating any enemy they encounter, flanking them, and then launching an attack."

Outposts have map boundaries; walking along the edges can effectively prevent flanking attacks.

Also constrained by the game mechanics, the defending side is naturally at a disadvantage against the invading side—it is difficult to win by surprise when outnumbered.

The aperitif seems to have upgraded the brain, adding the old trick of creating a smokescreen to the trench warfare.

I forcefully killed his information point, trying to convince him that I had deployed all my forces, strongholds, and traps on both sides of the map.

Tomorrow's Roundtable will do the opposite.

"The place where you make the right gestures is the safe place."

Through the rain, the early players spotted the distant silhouette of a shield wall.

This is completely consistent with the information provided before the information point was destroyed.

Tomorrow's Roundtable informs the team leader on site: "It's just a diversion, charge in!"

The defensive line erected by shield warriors in Saint Helena was instantly bypassed by highly mobile classes.

The Maginot Line was so much like their imagination of France that many players at the scene couldn't help but laugh out loud.

With both sides advancing rapidly, Tomorrow's Round Table couldn't help but laugh contemptuously.

As expected of an appetizer from World War I, even if one's mind were to be upgraded to World War II, all that can come up with is an abstract operation like the Maginot.

Just as I was thinking this, the communication suddenly became noisy.

"Wait, why are there so many necromancer traps here?"

"Walking zombies, walking zombies that can self-destruct... Boom!"

"There's a trap; magic can't detect it. Be careful!"

"Commander, we've been ambushed! They appeared out of nowhere, from all directions!"

Tomorrow's Roundtable was momentarily confused.

Despite the heavy rain and thick fog, the stronghold in Saint Helena was a plain that had been transformed into trenches.

Hiding in trenches and launching a surprise attack is understandable.

But after the large-scale sweep, where did the enemy behind them come from?

Almost instantly, the allied forces on both sides were thrown into chaos and forced to engage the enemy in sight.

The chaos of the battle also filled the communications of Tomorrow's Round Table with invalid information.

Someone reported that they were being attacked by an enemy ten times their size.

Someone told him that there were wounded Saint Helena people everywhere, and that nearby friendly forces needed to finish them off.

It feels like you're almost dead upon first meeting someone, and a single shot takes away all your health.