novelraw Chapter 78 – Player is attacking the city
Chapter 78 – Player is attacking the city
The players, having set up temporary resurrection crystals at the rear, began to aggressively approach Winterfell City.
The traps Sylvie had set up in advance were starting to take effect.
Some fell and were bitten to death by snakes, some drowned in cesspits, some were impaled by sharp stones, and some were crushed by their own comrades...
Due to the relatively simple terrain outside Winterfell City, there wasn't much room for elaborate traps. It was mostly about digging pits, covering them with grass, and adding some tricks inside.
[Ding! A player was bitten to death by a snake, causing severe psychological trauma, earning 20 Villain Points.]
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[Ding! A player drowned in sewage, causing severe psychological trauma, earning 20 Villain Points.]
...
A series of system notifications popped up, and Sylvie was pleasantly surprised. Killing a player once earned 20 Villain Points, almost equivalent to a half-priced Crusader.
He immediately dispatched a Crusader to guard the outpost, throwing iron ore and gold into it whenever he gained Villain Points, producing new Crusaders to reinforce the wall defenses.
The players outside the city walls were getting closer, dividing into three waves under the command of the player representatives, seemingly planning to attack the north, east, and west walls.
Just as Sylvie wondered how they planned to scale the walls, space suddenly distorted in front of the players' formation, and tall siege ladders appeared out of thin air.
These siege ladders looked different and crudely made, clearly crafted by the players themselves.
"Ha! Didn't expect that, did you? We have backpacks!"
"Eaglehold Lord, we've been chopping trees for almost a month. Do you know how we got through it? Just to teach you a lesson today!"
"Despicable, shameless, disgusting Eaglehold Lord, give us back our Saintess!"
"Warriors, today we storm this city, pillage and burn for three days, or how else can I, Cao, swallow the shame of eating filth today, ugh..."
The players had long been infuriated by the Eaglehold Lord's various despicable traps. If not for the player representatives' persuasion, they might have already been clamoring to scale the ladders and attack the city.
"Everyone, take out the grappling hooks you've made. The siege ladders are limited and can easily be destroyed by the enemy's high-level forces. We can't rely solely on the ladders."
"Get on the walls quickly, mages, prepare cover."
Avatar stood at the rear of the player army, looking at the neatly lined up soldiers on Winterfell City's walls, feeling a chill down his spine.
But remembering the players had temporary resurrection crystals, he regained his courage. The arrow was on the string, and it had to be released.
At that moment, the players preparing to siege heard another task system notification.
[Battlefield player count reached five thousand, activating legion battle bonus. Current bonus level 1Lv: All players receive a 20% (+2%/Lv) resilience bonus and a 10% (+2%/Lv) speed bonus. All players' resurrection countdown time is halved, experience loss on death is halved, and kill experience is increased by 20% (+5%/Lv). All temporary resurrection crystals' defense is increased by 100% (+50%/Lv).]
This was a top-tier enhancement.
Players weren't afraid of dying; they feared dying without gains, especially losing experience and levels.
But now, the sudden legion battle bonus perfectly alleviated their worries.
It even thoughtfully enhanced their resurrection points. This time, each player representative had spent a huge amount of experience to exchange for ten temporary resurrection crystals.
They feared Winterfell City's high-level forces would cut off their resurrection points.
After a moment of silence, all the players erupted in enthusiastic cheers:
"Who else!"
"Holy crap, woohoo!"
"You've been buffed, go for it!"
...
At this point, the player representatives leading the three waves had no hesitation.
"All warrior players, listen up. New players form up and start the siege immediately. Veteran players, get on the siege ladders. Mage corps, move forward!"
Sylvie and the soldiers on Winterfell City's walls noticed the players' movements.
He keenly sensed the players' morale suddenly rising, and their movement speed increased, likely due to a buff.
"Is it Ye Hao?"
He squinted at the conspicuous figure at the back of the players' formation, even in broad daylight.
That damn guy dared to come, which meant he must have gotten stronger. But he was too far away for Sylvie to see Ye Hao's stats.
However, there was no time to think too much, as the players were already attacking.
"Magic cannons, free fire, give them a taste."
The players saw three brilliant purple-red circles light up on Winterfell City's walls.
Before they could wonder what they were, a purple-red beam shot out from the circles with a "puff," exploding among the players with a "boom," instantly turning a group of players to ash.
The warrior players at the front were collectively shocked as they watched their companions disappear:
"Damn, where's our Italian cannon? Why do they have one, and we don't?"
"Holy crap! Just a flash and I'm gone?"
"This isn't fair!"
"Take the walls, seize the cannons! Ura!"
But the players only complained briefly, not slowing their charge at all.
Dead is dead; they'll just come back. So what if they have cannons? It's not like they have a six-barrel machine gun.
Once they take the city, the cannons will belong to the players.
What's the big deal?!
Seeing the players not only undeterred but charging with even more anticipation, Sylvie's mouth twitched. As expected of players, huh?
He clenched his right fist and raised it above his head. The first wave of players was already within range.
"Sharpshooters, prepare for piercing snipes!"
"Militia archers, prepare to volley!"
With Sylvie's command, the sharpshooters on the walls simultaneously raised their bows, their muscles taut, maintaining a steady aim.
A faint golden energy seemed to connect their bodies, making their draw speed faster and steadier.
"Release!"
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—"
If the militia archers' arrows relied on gravity and momentum to kill, the sharpshooters' arrows depended on their own powerful kinetic energy.
These arrows flew at incredible speeds with terrifying penetration, not only killing the first row of players but also hitting the second row.
Avatar and the other two player representatives immediately ordered the mage group behind them:
"Mages, shields up!"
In front of the mages outside the archers' range, a mysterious magical glow appeared, quickly forming magical shields on the charging warrior players.
This shield was a common skill, learnable by mages of different schools.
Except for Gou Fugui Qie Xiang Wang, who only had Inferno Blast.
At this moment, a chair-sized Inferno Blast fireball appeared before him, causing nearby mages to back away in fear.
"Awesome!"
"Damn, all points in Inferno Blast? How much do you love Inferno Blast?"
"Fire Release: Fire Dragon Flame Bullet!"
Gou Fugui shouted dramatically, pointing at the wall, and the Inferno Blast followed.
He flamboyantly turned his back.
Real men never look back at explosions.
But as he turned, the Inferno Blast, lacking visual guidance, veered off course.
With a "boom," it hit a moving siege ladder, exploding violently.
"Damn, who threw that Inferno Blast?"
Veteran players climbed out of the ladder's wreckage, cursing.
"Tmd, are you crazy? We were almost at the wall, and you blew it up!"
"......"
Gou Fugui retreated to the back of the group under the mages' mocking gazes, not daring to speak.