T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

Tomorrow's Roundtable isn't stupid; now that things have come to this, he realizes that he's been outmaneuvered.

Could a World War I aperitif have such a brain?

Could it be that he deliberately acted foolishly before, feigning weakness to the enemy?

"Magicians, cease fire. Divide into groups of 30 and advance."

He immediately changed tactics. Since both sides were filled with all of Saint Helena's elite players, he decided to charge straight in and reach the second floor.

Saint Helena is the one that needs to be defended; as the intruder, it can proceed freely.

As long as you can cause as much damage as possible, you've already won!

The ongoing noise from both sides of the battlefield actually reassured Tomorrow's Round Table.

In the torrential rain, the elemental mages moved across the battlefield like ghosts, heading towards the center of the fog-shrouded area.

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"I know you have doubts about me."

"What right do you have to lead me, someone from a foreign server with absolutely no experience in commanding the Stars of Proof?"

"It doesn't matter."

"You can question me, and I can question you."

"Before I came here, I read the comments about this cyber war in China, and one of them was very interesting."

"Are the French now going to surrender and admit defeat even in World War I?"

"It seems there are no pure French people left. They've been replaced long ago. After all, if you can't even get hard in the game, you're definitely complete cowards in real life."

"Oh? Why are you blushing?"

"Excited?"

"anger?"

"Will getting angry at me help?"

"Being trampled on and looked down upon by so many people, you can't even prove yourselves."

"So many people are waiting to see Saint Helena fail. Nobody has any faith in you, and you're not living up to expectations. Whose fault is that!"

"The aperitif only leads to a messy battle, but he managed to hold the outpost within his capabilities. What about you? Did you do your best?"

Under the watchful eye of the enamel cup, the snow water fried noodles restrained its aggressiveness several times.

But enough.

The emotions were effectively evoked.

The Saint Helena members, who had suffered repeated defeats, felt frustrated by public opinion, and were trampled on by other guilds, finally found a proper outlet for their pent-up anger under guidance.

With bloodshot eyes, a stiff neck, and a burning sensation all over his body, he could easily self-destruct with other players if he had a magic bullet in his hand.

As soon as Xue Shui Chao Mian got to know this group, he realized that the reason why these people in the guild were getting worse and worse was purely a matter of mentality.

Negative emotions resonate and resonate, and everyone is possessed by a defeatist strategist. They feel "our army has lost" even before the battle starts, no wonder they can be defeated so easily once the battle begins.

No one in the entire guild realized that, more important than command, they needed to address the mindset issue.

When the time was right, Xue Shui Chao Mian stood on a high place and looked around at everyone.

"I need 30 people."

"Due to the disadvantage in numbers, this is the number I can allocate."

"Bring on the glass cannon, it's either you or me!"

"I want you to prove to everyone that the players of Saint Helena are no worse than anyone else."

"You've got guts, aren't you afraid of being ridiculed by public opinion?"

"Anyone who hesitates even for a moment, get out of here!"

When it comes to glass cannons, who in the entire game is more suitable than the Berserker?

In an instant, stimulated by the snow water fried noodles, the already incredibly agitated Berserker players all raised their hands.

"You had better be able to lead us to victory."

The berserker player who raised his hand gritted his teeth fiercely.

He was in high spirits and had nowhere to vent, so he was making fried noodles with snow water and grinning.

Instead, the person who made the fried noodles with snow water laughed.

This is the effect he wants.

The game is not reality. With everyone having unlimited lives, the difference in strength is not significant, so it's all about momentum.

“I’m looking forward to you proving me wrong, because I need 30 of you to deal with their main elemental mage.”

"Deal with? Block?"

"No, I want you to take the initiative," Xue Shui Chao Mian said sternly. "You can only die if you kill two."

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Thirty berserkers stood silently beside the magic interference device that Xue Shui Fried Noodles had set up early in the tunnel.

Hearing a slight magical disturbance, they all came to the ground.

Like a lion surveying its territory, its eyes are cold and its killing intent is chilling.

To achieve a fatal blow, you must reduce your strength to the minimum.

Therefore, they took off all their equipment, went shirtless, gripped their weapons, and stared straight ahead.

The elemental mages also noticed the anomaly ahead and braked suddenly.

"Bloodlust!"

Thirty shouts pierced the rain and assaulted the elemental mage's eardrums.

At the same time, a blood-red light pierced through the air as fast as lightning.

Fuck him!

The sudden outburst of insults made the spectators blink repeatedly.

Uh...did they just hear something about a classic national treasure of some country?

"Fuck it!"

The shouts of battle gradually made them realize that they hadn't misheard!

Chapter 507 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.