Chapter 274 273 A good civilization is a development team that listens to advice, but dog policy

Chapter 274 273.A development team that listens to advice is a good civilization, but can a dog planner die a death?
At the beginning of the copy, Murphy with a plot NPC should be “God out of nowhere” with his star world wolves rushed into the uncertainty of the purple storm in front of them, like those legends of “open monster maniacs” made a mess and then ran away. “Shining image”.

However, the players behind him did not run around like the previous group.

On the contrary, through repeated discussions in the forums over the past two days, they were divided into three main groups under the guidance of the “player map” and rushed out in different directions according to the different tasks of the teams they belonged to.

They obviously had a plan.

Especially under the guidance of the “veterans” who had been completely transformed along with Murphy, even the small players who were new to the game quickly became decent.

Just as Murphy wanted to see, they scattered like a group of real “professionals”.

After all, in this 100% realistic ghost game, the team copy area is unimaginably large and there is no such annoying thing as “air wall”, which means that players must properly utilize their own manpower in order to complete the copy guide in the shortest possible time, and complete the group quests that have been delegated and shared in advance.

The Scarlet Hammer and Sickle, the most numerous group led by Onboard Happy Stick, took on the toughest mission of the raid.

They had to charge forward along the center axis of the Jackal camp until they reached the core tent of the Jackal Warlord, Ken Porter.

This was definitely the most difficult and stressful way.

Therefore, in addition to Stick’s original 30 people, the other 50 casuals and small teams of small players with strong combat experience were also brought under Stick’s command.

Woo Meow’s “Big Bird Spinning Troupe” had to utilize their advantage of being Avalon believers who would not be massively disturbed by the tainted power in the Astral Spirit Energy Zone, and led the people to destroy all the supplies stockpiled in the Jackal’s tent, and burned down or snatched away the things that the Jackal’s big gang relied on for their survival.

Without that mouthful of food, the Jackals’ own massive numbers alone would be enough to crush these unproductive assholes.

The most important thing is that Brother Meow Meow has to destroy the several sentry towers used by the jackals for signaling in the shortest possible time, once the fire is allowed to ignite, then the shadow of the astral realm in this place will also be dispersed a lot, and that’s very unfavorable for the players will also allow the chaotic jackals in the periphery to get the order to rush in to support them.

That is a big bad.

Lastly, the girls and a group of administrative and manufacturing players who are not good at fighting formed a “mission team”.

Their main task is not to fight, but to find the mysterious “mountain armor” in the scope of the copy, and help it to complete the “mysterious power” that will be established in this mission.

This will be the first force that players will be supporting on this continent, and it must be taken seriously.

Theoretically speaking, the administrative and manufacturing players led by the girl group are the weakest, and it is very dangerous to let them move freely, but the administrative players can be equipped with guards play a wonderful effect at this time, and the combat power of these elite soldiers together is not to be underestimated.

The three teams acted according to the plan, and they were all ready to pay sacrifices to use their “three days a life” advantage to achieve the tactical goal.

However, just like Lord Murphy who was evaluated as “kind” at this time, the players’ teams were also shocked by the intensity of the battle in front of them after stepping into the real battlefield.

It wasn’t too hard.

Rather, it wasn’t as hard as they thought it would be.

Well, it’s not right to say that.

After all, those Jackal Savage Soldiers whose minds had been swept away by the Tainted Spirit Energy had not been weakened at the level of destructive power, but instead had been given a [Never Lose a Battle] super buff due to their psychic insanity.

This made it dangerous for small players who had fallen alone once they were pulled into a 1V1 situation, especially those who had yet to pass the Black Iron Trial.

However, the price paid by the jackals who survived the end of Astral Impact for this “fearlessness” enhancement was disastrous.

They sacrificed their brains.
This turned them into a pack of unintelligent beasts that only knew how to attack the nearest living thing, and would even fight each other with red eyes when the small players didn’t get close enough.

Such a chaotic situation would be NICE for a group of players executing decapitation tactics ah.

Especially in the eyes of a commanding character like Happy Stick, he immediately shouted in the team framework’s communication at the top of his voice in ecstasy:
“The development team has finally adjusted the monster values to a reasonable level, brothers, don’t worry that this copy will be as bad as the last time we had a massacre. I told you, if that kind of outrageous situation last time happens again and again, this copy system will be too much of a failure.”

These words immediately triggered the objections of the others.

The leader of the student party, who had been incorporated into Stick’s team as a supporter, led a large pigeon in the air, flapping its wings and swinging its staff to slam a ball of psychic lightning at the jackals in front of it, and then threw spiritual attacks such as Psychic Spike at them in the process.

He was very flamboyantly “walking” in the air to avoid the arrows from below, and at the same time, he retorted:

“Which one of your eyes saw that the monster’s value was weakened? Just now, wasn’t there another brother who rushed too fast and was killed by a stick? I see that these jackals have not been weakened, but instead have been strengthened by the Star Realm Spiritual Energy into the brain into a bloodthirsty and crazy state.”

“You know a der!”

Stick disliked back very nonchalantly:

“The so-called balance is not just a simple and rough numerical cut, that’s something only a third-rate dog planner would do, I admit that they haven’t been weakened too much on an individual level, but their logic of action has changed!

Take a good look, little fool!

We’ve pushed our way through three waves of nearly 100 elites and lost less than five of our own, and that’s with the intensity of the Blood Wyvern Corridor, don’t you dare think?
Apart from the fact that our own strength has improved and we’ve adapted to the rhythm of the match, the biggest reason is that these jackals have lost their minds!

Only a brain rush up to send head, just like the ghouls in the sewers.

They don’t even need to change formation!
Just use the simplest shieldmen in the front and gunmen in the back to get rid of them.

Brainy monsters are scary, brainless elites are just meat on the chopping block! I have 99 ways to take them out.

I now think we can fight a bit more aggressively .”

Happy Stick hovered in the air observing the surrounding terrain that was as obscure as a storm blowing up, and he quickly made a decision.

“Brothers! Gather all the Molotov cocktails and explosive bombs in your bags and give them to the Vampire players who can fly to carry them, Dexterity players out!”

As Brother Stick made up his mind, he shouted in the team channel:
“Using our current coordinates as the center, break out in three directions forward and left, to lure monsters back! Don’t have too many, lure one wave at a time, Shield Handlers prepare to execute defense.

Vampires listen to my call in a moment!”

“Cluster bombing?”

Cat, who was gripping his sword and shield, suddenly looked up and asked:
“Brother Stick, are you going to pit them? Would that be too risky?”

“No, this terrain is just right.”

Happy Stick said as he squinted his eyes with the help of the observation perspective from above:

“There’s a semi-permanent position ahead, I suspect there’s at least one boss there, starting a boss battle in that cramped terrain is a nightmare, drawing it out to fight it here is the best.

Executing this tactic requires clearing out all the monsters around it.

Although there’s no set time for this copy, you guys shouldn’t forget that Lady Tris and Lord Murphy overloaded the shield core of the Scarlet Fortress in order to execute this Astral Tear, and that side is now in an undefended state.

If we drag our feet here for too long, the casualties over at Fort Scarlet are estimated to be quite horrific.

We must hurry!

The sooner the better.

I seriously doubt there’s some sort of ‘soft berserk’ mechanism in place here, where the two sides of the raid on this side and the defense of the Scarlet Fortress seem unrelated, but are actually tied together.

If we can’t kill the Jackal Warlord at a specific time we’ll allow the other side to escape, and if we let it deliver a key command it’ll also likely reverse the battlefield situation at Scarlet Fort.

This will directly lead to the tactical objective of destroying the Jackal Bandits with a single strike being defeated, thus allowing this incident to continue to spawn.

Never underestimate the malice of the development team in this regard.”

Stick’s analysis made sense, though it lacked a little bit of evidence to complement it.

However, the dog planner who had been “peeping” at the screen immediately felt that Stick’s “idea” was quite good, and Murphy decided to give Stick the “assist” he most needed at this time.

“Hey, stop!”

The Vampire Lord twisted his head and shouted to Phimis behind him, who was blocking off the area of Kenport’s tent with his psychic energy, sealing off the opponent’s breakout escape route: “Leave a gap open to give the Kenpot Great Lord a chance to escape, and have Kudel block the north side so that it can only run south.”

“Why?”

Femis asked rhetorically as she rounded her eyes:
“The three of us together are 80% sure that we can finish off Kenpot here, so why do you have to make more trouble? Don’t you realize how bad it would be to let it get away?”

“I know, I know that if I miss my orders it will flaw our extremely successful tactics tonight, and I know that once I let Kenport get away it will be very difficult to have such a wonderful opportunity to surround and kill it again.

Trust me! Femis.

I know exactly what I’m doing!”

Murphy stepped forward with his cold fangs in his hands, bounding the two Jackal elites that lunged at him with his Death Grip before stabbing through the hearts of the two in front of him like a viper foraging for food and churning them to pieces, and then with a wave of his hand he slammed the bloodied corpse into the melee in front of him to help Kudel, who was wielding his Scarlet Greatsword and driving a Peerless amongst the Jackal elites, to knock out the Jackal Mystic Mage on the flanks.

Earl Cadman commanded the Spiteful Spirits awakened by the Grave Sword Guard’s Death Summoning to lunge forward in conjunction with his own pack of Astral Wolves, and he tilted his head, speaking to Fimis, who was controlling the scene from the air:
“I realize the risks of all this, but for now, please follow my instructions! Kenport is a very valuable opponent and prey, and because of that, it must die at the hands of my warriors.”

“Ah! I can never understand what is going on in your head?”

Femis screamed with some exasperation:
“Why do you have to think about their feelings at a time like this? Murphy, isn’t victory important?”

“Happiness and fulfillment and a sense of agency are more important than a boring victory. Hey, Femis, see that sentry tower at the southernmost part of the camp that hasn’t been destroyed even though it’s been 15 minutes?
Light it up!
Can you do it?”

Missy plucked up her height to estimate the distance, and she said:

“No problem, it’s easy to do, but why?”

“Because they passed the ‘time limit’.”

Murphy shrugged and said in a subtle tone:

“If they pass the time limit they have to suffer a little punishment, and a little more pressure to make them more motivated . Remember when I told you earlier that life is a game like that bullshit? Well, if it’s a game, there’s a reward and a punishment, right?

Light it up!”

“Whoosh.”

Missy made a staccato throwing motion in the air.

In the next instant, an obscure fire turned into a sharp arrow darting through the layers of psychic energy mist, landing precisely on the top of the sentry tower at the edge of the camp’s core area.

A blinding ball of firelight lit up in the darkness, dispersing the thick shadow of the astral realm at once.

Murphy, meanwhile, lowered his head and gripped the core jewel as he began to edit a new message, the whirring return of Necessary Evil holding back the ferocious jackal barbarian soldiers around him.

A few seconds later, a prompt popped up on all players’ character screens:
[Due to the failure of the raiders to destroy all camp sentry towers before the Jackal Sentinels could move in, the first warning flame has been lit, and the Jackal Warlord Kenport Bitebone, lost in the shadows of the Astral Plane, has reconfirmed his bearings, guided by the warning flame.

It and its close-guard brutes have broken through Countess Andromeda’s first blockade!
The good news is that Hunting Baron Kudel has blocked it, and Lord Murphy has made preparations to intercept it on the outermost perimeter.

The bad news is you’ll have to pick up the pace.

Hints!

After Kenport Bitebone breaks through all three blockades, it will successfully escape the camp! This occurrence will trigger certain main plot changes in the Transylvania region.

Hints!

Due to the mistakes of the raiders that led to the breakthrough of Countess Andromeda’s defenses, Miss Phemis is in an unusually bad mood, so she will not be handing out the victory rewards she has prepared to the beta testers who participated in the battle after the battle.

The extra reward drop for the duplicates has changed to: 3 → 2.]

“Crap!”

This prompt immediately caused the small players who were pitting the elite jackals to cry out in alarm, and almost caused the airborne Stick to lose control of his entire body and fall to the ground.

He stared dead in the face at his arithmetic treasure pearl.

The good news was that he had guessed correctly, the dog planner had indeed laid a mine.

The bad news was that he guessed right, the dog planner actually did misbehave.

Stick interrupts his command for this instant, and the whole thing flaps its wings as it continues to rise to a height where it can take a panoramic view of the entire camp, and then discovers to the south that the warning flames of a jackal sentry tower have been set alight, and that that area just happens to be the one that Woo Meow’s Big Bird Spinning Troupe will be responsible for clearing out.

“Fuck! Woo Meow! What the fuck are you guys doing? Why is that sentry tower lit up! Day, that was your mission! You obviously patted yourself on the back and told me it would be fine.

You’ll be court-martialed for this!
You’re going to be court-martialed for messing around like that I’ll give you that.”

Stick was out of his mind with rage at this instant.

His yelling annoyed Brother Woo Meow, who was trying to light the warehouse on the south side, who growled:
“Hell knows there’s a sentry tower over there, we’ve obviously destroyed three of them! F*ck, this wave is mine, I’ll take one less share of the loot. Now without further ado, you guys hurry up and push forward! We’ll burn down this warehouse and go to aid.”

Stick quickly calmed down.

It was no longer realistic to demand perfection after what had happened, but the change in the situation was not a bad thing.

As he swept away with a glance, the smaller players were noticeably more focused than before, and he hardly needed to tell them any more, as the vampire players carrying Molotov cocktails and explosive bombs swept over the out-of-control Elite Jackals below them like low-altitude bombers over and over again.

The Molotov cocktails and explosions they dropped sparked fires that wailed on the piled-up guys, but the poking and prodding of the shieldmen and gunslingers in front of them was even more relentless.

“Quickly! Go draw monsters again! Draw more this time.”

Rod yelled.

He himself copied his shotgun and joined the sequence of luring monsters, they had already lost one treasure chest! They couldn’t afford to lose the remaining two.

Things had progressed to the point where it had nothing more to do with dropping, it was purely about face!
Shit, that said, your own NPCs have weakened the enemy to such an extent for you, if you haven’t fought it yet, that’s a bit of a stretch ow.

And Brother Woo Meow’s side was even stinking like a dead horse.

But he had nothing to say.

It was indeed the part he was responsible for that went wrong, directly causing all players to lose a precious treasure chest.

“F*ck!”

Brother Woo Meow rubbed his face fiercely as he cursed:
“I knew this dog planner would definitely want to make a whole living, this time it’s a big fucking loss of face, going back to the forums I might have to give them how to ridicule it.”

“Not I say, brother, we should stand upright when we are beaten.”

The small hand that threw a torch into the warehouse next to him persuaded:
“Raiding copies, how can we not make mistakes? Calm down, calm down, look, our main mission has been successfully completed?”

In front of their eyes, the area stacked with the remaining supplies of the entire Jackalese Grand Bandit Gang had been completely set ablaze, the flames were burning, and in the speeding mapping of the flames there were other brothers fighting with the Jackalese elites who rushed over to try to extinguish the fire.

But Brother Woo Meow just couldn’t be happy .
The dignity of the old man as a socialite felt like it was being trampled on by this damn blunder, if it kept going on like this, his dream of becoming a player legend was going to be farther and farther away from him feed!

A wave of anger burned in his heart, making Brother Woo Meow’s eyes turn fierce.

“In the name of my god Avalon! Send purifying sanction to the evil creatures like you! Kill!”

He roared from his warhorse, throwing the bloodwood seed in his hand and releasing the Oak Knight’s nature call. As that seed fell to the ground and took root, hideous bloodthirsty treemen soon appeared beside him, killing the surrounding jackal barbarians again under the charge of Brother Woo Meow.

Another war sacrifice opened.

And he was going to blood sacrifice the Blood God in the name of Avalon this night and kill it! From then on, he stepped onto the path of the Red Knight that belonged to him!

(End of chapter)