Even though players have much more techniques than NPCs to enhance their battery life, in the face of continuous attacks, no matter how many skills are, they will be exhausted.

As the continuous battle time extends, casualties begin to occur in various phalanxes where energy and concentration enter the decline period.

Under pressure, many teams that were originally on the periphery of the front line began to gradually retreat, weakening the intensity of the battle by reducing the impact surface.

The chain reaction brought about by this is that the originally empty front gradually becomes compact, and the space that can maintain activity is suppressed by about a quarter of its intensity.

"Your buff treatment is so good."

Xianlang, who once showed the power of golden right foot on Lu De's butt, looked at Lu De's colorful skills, and then looked at the dry spit icons on his status bar, and sighed.

"The guild group is not a wild group like me. It is easier to command more with a generalized profession and personnel configuration?"

Lu De could understand Xianlang's thoughts.

"And I remember you should have trained such professionals who designed the battle formation... Was it also overwhelmed in the air crash just now?"

"Of course I know...but it's really hard to find someone who plays that profession, and they are basically casual players. God knows how the one in your group maintains the same level!"

"Can you change the tone?"

The sour smell floating on the opposite side made Lu De straighten his goosebumps.

Please, that's a man, okay?

In fact, the profession of singers is really unpopular.

It's fine if you have weak attack power, but at least the wide range of blessing skills can be called a humanoid halo emitter. It is logical that there will be more development prospects in groups, but the bad ones are the word "wide".

All the skills of this profession are in addition to some special scenes. You can even ignore the difference in vision caused by the high and low terrain. The ability to play monsters with a group of ridicule is more than eight times stronger than that of the warriors.

Anyone who dares to bring the singer to fight is either familiar or not, or just fights with his back. Otherwise, there will often be a series of embarrassing scenes of trains storing the entire group of members. Without sufficient cooperation, without good and familiar terrain, going out to level up is simply a struggle.

Except for some characters who are supported by the guild, players who are in charge of various reasons usually do not do well.

But just like this profession shows, they are natural big scene controllers.

The bigger the battlefield, the stronger the role the singer can play. The halo covering five and fifty yards is completely two concepts - the former may be just a team, while the latter is enough to ensure the improvement of the entire square array.

Even in the guild like the Poke Alliance, which is ahead, there are only two singers, and the level is quite low and it will not be able to play a role in a short period of time.

"Even if you go back, you have to ask them to raise their level!"

Xianlang clenched his fists fiercely, which determined the tragic fate of some people in advance.

To the south of the Chapel, the attacking force of the Scourge seemed to have suddenly weakened, and there was obviously a problem with the supply of troops in the rear, and the ghouls rushed up were awkward.

"Kunia! What's going on over there?"

Of course, this kind of abnormal movement can't be hidden from the players' eyes, and various skills quickly swept above the Scourge.

"Yes, some people are attacking the undead, many, many. It seems that they are about to rush over and say!"

"(Is there any established forces here?)"

In the striking undead formation, a large group of warriors in red clothes and red armor suddenly emerged from it.

Due to the continuous mobilization of troops, the formation of the Scourge inevitably showed some weak links. Perhaps this situation was not very clear on the inside of the encirclement - or it was powerless, but it was enough for the Blood Crusader who was determined to drill through the formation.

Go forward! Go forward! Go forward! Go forward!

The Blood Crusade, who simply aims to advance as a surprise, is in a sense no difference from the undead of the Scourge Corps. He even wins. By burning his anger, the Blood Crusade exerts 300% attack power when facing these bone scepters, forcibly opening half a gap in the encirclement with a casualty rate of one quarter.

However, the combat qualities of these guys are indeed not very good - no one has ever thought about how to ensure the open path, so the overall results of the Crusaders turned into sending themselves into the siege.

OK, but compared to the practices of teammates like pigs, at least this "reinforcement army" has eliminated a lot of the Scourge Corps, and it has not fallen to ask others to rescue them. It can be said to be a good performance...

"Bloody Crusader! Build a line of defense on the spot, and no soldiers are allowed to enter behind you!"

“(Renault…?)”

The leader was the commander of the Bloody Monastery, Renault Moglani, the guy who was knocked out of the men's lily by Lu De.

"Everyone, you can lean aside slightly. I'll see what this commander has to do... The command will be temporarily handed over to Kroyuva."

"Well. Just go with confidence, Ludwig, I will use the resources you left behind."

"Don't say it seems like I'm going to die soon, okay?"

Kroyuva's command ability does not need to be worried, but why can't people be happy if they say it?

And there are so many cheering next to you!

———

"Uncle Tyrio? You are not..."

It is obvious that Renault was not prepared for the emergence of Lao Fu Ding - the news of the reconstruction of the Silver Hand has indeed been released, but it is not easy to cross the barriers of the undead before the information is confirmed by the undead's top leaders.

"It's me, Renault. Why are you here?"

The unexpected reinforcements also surprised Tyrio.

"My subordinates reported that the undead in the Eastern Plague Land had undergone a large-scale abnormal mobilization. After receiving the news, I immediately rushed over with the two most elite brigades of the monastery, and then found that these hateful undead were actually besieging the chapel - this is an absolutely unforgivable fact!"

Renault naturally doesn't have to hide his identity too much in front of someone who is familiar with him.

"Listen to me. Renault, this may be a fact that you cannot accept. But the commander who commanded the entire army of the undead outside the chapel was no one else, but your father, Moglani, the messenger of the Ashes."

"Father...? Is this sure, Uncle Tyrio? This is not something that can be joked about casually, our morale will be seriously affected!"

"I won't make a mistake, Renault... I'm too familiar with your father, and I can't forget his face yet. You're right, I won't reveal anything like this to others. But it seems that your father has something to say."

"Since that's the case, if he comes again, I'll ask him in person and ask him what happened - my father must have been deceived, otherwise how could he join the Scourge?"

Renault tensely, nodded and said hello to Lu De who was standing next to him, and then went out to organize the army in the monastery.

"Old friend. I hope you are wrong. Renault has nothing to do with the incident you mentioned..."

Looking at Renault's back, Tirion said this with his lips.

"What happened? Could it be that Death Knight...is Renault's father, the first generation of the Ashes Messenger?"

After carefully locking the door, Lu De frowned and sat opposite the old paladin.

"Yes, that's Moglani. I'm not wrong - but what happened "at that time" he said, I think you have to ask Dalgion, after all, I'm no longer in that place at that time, and the rumors I learned may have incorrect parts."

"You can really find hard work for me, Tyrio."

Dalkion, whose name was pointed, smiled bitterly twice.

"This is not a good thing. In fact, have the death of the Ashes Messenger never doubted the other people?"

"Would anyone defeat him with the human sea tactic?"

This history is not clearly recorded in both the official background information and the game, and Lu De is just speculating.

"lose?"

Dalkion snorted disdainfully.

"A thousand deaths come, one thousand deaths come, ten thousand deaths come, ten thousand deaths, that is the messenger of ashes! When we find Moglani's body, he is surrounded by the remains of the undead, and a large part of it is facing him - can you imagine that the undead will tremble and escape in front of him!"

"And you find Renault holding that weapon in his hand, and Old Moglani has scars?"

"No... the one who exposed this was Falbanks, the previous senior prosecutor, who claimed that he had seen Renault kill Moglani with the Ashes, but Renault claimed that he had been separated from the attack, fainted from fighting, and had no idea how he appeared there. And we found that Falbanks had been infected by natural disasters at that time, so we did not accept his statement, but instead took him into the Bloody Monastery to hope that one day we would get the opposite result."

"I don't want to believe it, but even Alexander said that... I do have a little inclination to affirm his statement."

Tirion slowly, word by word, said his judgment.

"But I don't think Renault lies, Tyrio. Unless you can prove that she was also controlled by the Demon King of Fear like Dalgion back then, now it's just a fake product - just imagine, a few years ago, Reno's combat power was probably not as good as it is now, how could she survive the wave of the undead's natural disaster after she was separated, without any injury?"

"Yes, you make sense."

Tirio sighed half relaxed and half relieved.

Even he himself was not sure. Without holding the Ashes Messenger, he safely crossed the blockade line composed of thousands of undead spirits, let alone Renault, whose strength and experience were far inferior to him?

But based on the Paladin's honest quality, Tirio immediately threw another problem.

"But if Renault is already controlled by evil forces, like Dalgion... Oh, I'm not deliberately targeting you, old friend, just that we have to consider the worst."

"If Reno really did that, why didn't she kill Falbanks simply, but let an infected person stay in the monastery? Didn't the Blood Crusader's later attitude follow the general principle of killing the wrong ones and not letting go?"

Lu De's fingers trembled unconsciously.

"Which one dead, infected by natural disasters and Ethan Leon, who lives without ignoring the tradition of the Crusaders, will make Renault's leadership stronger? And the infected person has been clamoring that Renault is the guy who killed Old Moglani."

"So how do you explain that Alexander and Ethan Leon both blamed Renault? I can see that although he is now a Death Knight, he does not seem to be completely under control."

"I can't answer this. Maybe they're seeing a illusion, maybe it's a disguise, and it's hard for us to make a judgment without a third witness."

Faced with Tirio's last question, Lu De simply stated that he was powerless.

"Maybe we can only know about this until Renault and Moglani, the old man... We must prepare for the worst, including dealing with the Crusaders' takeover. Tirio, your return is not the time."

"Maybe this is the test of the Holy Light on me... Even if I give my life, I will protect this place. Now give the defense line to Renault's Crusaders first, let's have a break. If she really wants to do anything, we may not be able to stop it."

"Don't worry, we'll win, Tyrio."

Dalkion picked up his gun and sword.

"I'll leave it to you here, I'll go and exercise my muscles."
Chapter completed!