The eight hours were not long or short. The problem was that the game company was very considerate to extend the maintenance time backwards until the next morning, which attracted more curses.

However, after it was launched, the wave of complaints not only did not weaken with the opening of the game, but was strengthened in some aspects.

At least this is the case with the Eastern Plague Land where Lu De is located - it seems that all the players offline here, regardless of their level profession or race, were forcibly placed in the not-so-wide area of ​​the Holy Light Wish Chapel when they were online.

I have to admit that there are a group of people who are unwilling to live in hotels that are officially designated.

Sleeping in the open is a man’s romance!

This is the slogan they claim. Although some parts sound a little strange.

Men's romance is always a lot, and they can always be used when needed, such as the stars and the sea, the green body, or the handsomeness...

"What's going on? I clearly set the offline location at the sentry tower, why did I wake up in the church?"

"What's going on outside?"

"Tsk, I didn't let you go online on the spot and then be gnawed to death by the monster, even if the game company has good deeds!"

However, no matter how quarrels are, except for a few thieves or hunters with hawkeye skills who dare to take them out and explore, the rest of the professions can only wait for explanations on the spot.

Looking out from the window, the not-so-large Holy Vow Chapel was surrounded by dense ghouls and zombies, sometimes mixed with hatred. Or it was similar in appearance but with larger flesh and blood beasts, and even heavy mechanically constructed meat grinders.

In front of the entire front, four death knights, who were covered in black air, were riding above the strange bone horse, rushed forward like a destruction, and the bodies of natural disasters and silver dawn soldiers kept flying out from them.

The leader of the Death Knight held a huge single-edged sword in both hands. The dark green skull floating in the center of the sword ridge will bring bone-black shadow energy every time it swung. All the warriors fighting against it were knocked out directly, and they barely stopped the opponent until Tirio arrived with a war hammer.

"What's going on here?"

Lu De, who had enough reputation, naturally did not have to wait in a while, but went around to the back of the chapel to find Dalkion who was sent here to ask why.

The Scourge's large-scale invasion. This doesn't seem like a normal situation no matter how it looks - you should know that not long ago, Silver Dawn just swept the undead that was too close to the chapel!

"Ashes Messenger...No, the fallen Ash Messenger."

Dalkion squinted his eyes first, then lowered his voice.

"I'm afraid the death knight in the lead is the bloody crusade, Moglani, the Ashes Envoy. If Tirio hadn't come to support quickly, I'm afraid the form we face would be much worse than it is now... He is the Four Knights of the Apocalypse, the most powerful attacker in the entire Scourge Legion!"

Four Knights of Apocalypse.

Messenger of Ashes.

The former represents almost perfect teamwork in combat skills and power, while the latter can even reach the fixed point of the entire human race's force. I am afraid that the power of the Ashes Messenger in the Heyday will be no one except the two **s who are named Guardian.

"Isn't this an ordinary church? Rither? And there is no exquisiteness that comes from other places..."

The Red Dragon Girl looked at the building around.

"No... this is a holy land. Most of the bodies of the Paladins who died in battle were buried under the chapel, which made the chapel condense a huge sacred power all year round."

Dalkion smiled bitterly.

"It is precisely because of this that this building, which was not originally designed for battle, was able to survive the endless wave of natural disasters. Every hero who was buried underground had very strong combat power during his lifetime. If the Scourge Legion completely polluted their bodies and fell into depravity, it would be a new undead natural disaster, and it would be stronger and more destructive."

“…Why should such an important place be so close to the Scourge’s nest?”

Lu De was speechless about some of the thoughts of those Paladins.

Knowing that the other party has the ability to resurrect the corpse, he still carefully chose a sensitive place like the Eastern Plague Land. In a popular saying, are these Paladins invited by the Scourge?!

Even if the Scourge Army can sprinkle beans into soldiers, it is better to deliver goods directly to the door, and the selection is the best-quality series... It makes people wonder what the commander at that time was thinking.

"Don't worry. This has happened more than once since the establishment of the Holy Vow Chapel of the Holy Light, but it still stands and has its own special place."

"I don't want to put my hope entirely on that special point..."

Lu De looked into the distance.

"It's almost time to call the team to appear."

In the West, in the south, under the brown-red sky, hundreds of black dots visible to the naked eye appeared from a distance and quickly became larger.

Players who received a call from friends or saw the forum later on the line use official flight tools to gather from various locations into a small force, appearing above the Eastern Plague.

"……Oops."

Compared with some players who were cheering, Dalkion's expression seemed quite solemn.

"They actually chose to come in from the air. These guys are in big trouble."

Just as to prove what the Great Crusader said, dozens of black and gray figures rose from the Scourge formation and went straight to the player's troops coming to reinforce.

That is the product that Lu De has become familiar with his face.

Gargoyle.

The griffin and the wind harness tamed as mounts may have been wild, but when facing gargoyles that are more suitable for combat and taking into account the passengers on their backs, these two beasts seem much inferior, with feathers and blood flying in the air everywhere.

There is no way to cast spells on the mount, even if the player wants to fight with those gargoyles, he can only watch himself be selected as the target. Then he falls from the air, or has been done before the mount can't hold on.

When the scarred mounts struggled from mid-air to the Silver Dawn control area, the players who came to rescue the scene had already lost a quarter of them.

But they were lucky - they were able to cross the air blockade with a huge number of people.

When subsequent sporadic players arrive, they have to face gargoyles that have become several times more than their own units, and no one can reach their original destination.

The Holy Spirit of the Holy Spirit Chapel was completely isolated.

———

On the other hand, when the front-line army was unable to resist, Tyrio, who seized the formation of the Scourge Legion, led the temporarily reorganized Paladin to sweep past the periphery of the Dead Army, completely strangling the cut off some of the undead army, and the momentum of the Scourge Legion suddenly stopped.

"Change...turn! Don't be in love with the fight!"

It seemed that the conflict just now was huge, but Tyrio understood very well. Most of the Paladins in the team had used the extremely effective skill of the undead, the Holy Rage. The overall speed also decreased. If you don't want to be surrounded by the Scourge for losses, the only way out now is to turn around and stretch the distance until you can reach enough impact.

"Do you want to leave?"

The black knight, the head of the four death knights, retreated from other colleagues and rode alone to launch an assault on Tyrio, who was rushing in the front of the team.

The war hammer that the old paladin had originally damaged has been repaired and has released its sacred light. But it seems that it is not ordinary things.

The big sword in the black knight's hand was enough to leave clear marks on the hammer's head. This forced Tirion to be very careful of his fighting posture, otherwise a wrong parry would have caused him to withdraw from the battle early.

Table Tennis!

When the two weapons intersected, another mark left by a sword blade appeared on the warhammer.

"That sword..."

Tirio's brow frowned.

In his memory, there was once a sword of shape, but its aura was very different from the one he faced now.

"Die, the undead!"

When the two horses interlaced again, Tyrio's warhammer swung backwards, but unexpectedly hit the same weapon.

Not only that, the Black Knight's sword blade also had a thorn upward. If he hadn't reversed his wrist in time, I'm afraid the Paladin would have lost the ability to hold a weapon in the first round.

"Moglani! Have you also been tempted by the Scourge and fell into that abyss...!"

The familiar fighting style finally made Tirion recognize his opponent.

"Tirio, my mind is free."

The black knight took off his helmet and revealed a face - a very familiar face from Tyrio.

"You shouldn't ask me... You should ask Renault, ask what she did on me, if... I mean, if Tyran did the same thing to you, how much better would your fate be than me?"

"What is that? Moglani, you shouldn't be there... Even if you're angry with the current Blood Crusader, you shouldn't stand on the side of the Scourge... No matter what happens, we can talk! Reno is in the monastery!"

"What is that?"

Moglani repeated the question, the soul fire in his eyes suddenly surged, and the fallen messenger of ashes raised high.

"You should ask Renault what he did...I will never, ever want to remember again. Tirio, this is my revenge. Don't interfere with me."

"No, don't do this, Moglani... Put down that weapon and leave, you are shameful to your name and it!"

Tirio's beard and palms were trembling.

"Leave? Tyrio, are you going to tell jokes? By the way, you are always so naive. I want to break this place, and naturally it will be your turn to the Fireplace Valley, and the monastery that breeds plague and lies!"

While breathing, Moglani had re-established his attacking posture.

"Since that's the case... In that case, Moglani, you should know what this means?"

Tyrio clenched the warhammer.

"What? Tirio, are you thinking- are you crazy? What are you going to do next?"

"I'm very sober, old man. Instead of watching you fall into the abyss of depravity, let me end all this with my own hands... Just use your current body to experience what kind of power is hidden here!" (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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