My players are so fierce.

Chapter 987 Chapter 985. Ah, there is only a piece of fish-man in front of me.
Pablo gave the time of the fishman attack at midnight, but after 9:30 pm, the weather over Port Chardeau changed very drastically. Although sudden changes in climate are common in seaport cities, The pouring rain that had gone from a reflection of the stars to a advancing storm in just twenty minutes still proved that this was not normal.

The psionic masters among the players have all noticed the strangeness of this rain, but their current spellcasting skills are unable to counteract it. They can only stick to their assigned combat areas in the rain. They should be lucky now. The first time they fought in the city, at least they had a place to shelter from the wind and rain.

However, before the rejoicing was over, an even more exaggerated storm enveloped the entire port area.

The terrifying strong winds and rain made the climate environment suddenly complicated to the point where even vampires could not take off to fight. The tide outside the harbor also rose rapidly, and within ten minutes it was submerged across the pier of the harbor.

No warning is needed now. All players and the halfling city defense troops on the position will know that the Dagon fishmen are coming.

The first wave of attacks by these deep-sea barbarians was launched amidst the sweep of lightning storms. Those strangely dressed abyss walkers of the Dagon Secret Cult stepped on the waves, and in the posture of the subspace version of the tidal sea spirit, used croaking croaking sounds. The fishman language calls for the gathering of spiritual energy.

Dazzling lightning fell in the violent storm, and a single encounter paralyzed several walkers deployed by the halflings on the front position.

The originally brightly lit dock area also dimmed at this moment. Without the illumination of gas lamps, the morale of the halflings plummeted, and such horrific rain intrusion made it impossible for their city defense guns to aim.

The rumble of cannons was echoing, but the scattered landing points meant that they were just using this method to embolden themselves.

The players deployed on the front line have already noticed something is wrong. They will now shout in the player channel that they blame the development team. The game information on the forum clearly states that the murlocs are very weak! But look at the way people are using the high-level spell Lightning Storm to clear the way. Is this called weak?

This expression alone is almost the same as that of a jackal, right?

The only difference is that the gnolls used the meteor technique while the murlocs in front of them summoned storms and thunder.

"The fish people are coming up! They are hiding in the water! Brothers, prepare to fire!"

On the rooftop of the Port Authority in the dock area, the three fishing brothers who were guarding here immediately raised the alarm after noticing the dark guy rushing out of the water, and then the sniper fired the first shot.

The precisely calibrated Mosin Nagant still made a clear sound in the rainy night, knocking down the murloc pioneer holding a strange animal bone war flag with one shot.

The good news is that the individual strength of the fishmen is indeed weak, and ordinary bullets can penetrate their bodies.

The bad news is that these guys are just the vanguard of the first wave of tentative attacks, and their number is spread everywhere within the reach of the tide.

"Boiled!"

Paid Fish swore, threw his hunting weapon back into his bag, took out the Blood Vulture Claw with his backhand, and started to pull the trigger at the ferocious monster rushing towards him in the windy and rainy night. The harsh continuous sound made the rusher finally A quick wave of murlocs turned over and fell, but the lightning arrows coming from behind also caused Brother Bing to enter electromagnetic paralysis.

The Jiewei Chike beside him held up his big shield in time to resist the poisonous arrows that were fired later. The others hurriedly pulled the fish-eating brother back. The prodigal son carried the iron fist missiles and launched a wave downwards. Under the light of the fire, Amidst the loud explosion, the paid fish eater held his hand on the detonating device and pressed down hard.

A second later, a line of fire ignited along the center of the No. 1 Port Authority Road trestle. The bomb that had been planted in advance detonated and shook the frontline battlefield.

"Fire bombardment, target in front! Release!"

Happy Stick flailed further back.

In the open space behind him, a hundred small tubes have been set up, and while the newcomers are busy filling them, explosive grenades are fired forward.

The storm was blowing violently, and the halflings were shocked by the sight of the rolling sea water. There were already signs of fleeing, but the players remained unmoved amid the lightning and thunder.

They blocked the attack in an orderly manner according to the original plan, and continued to use various explosives to consume the enemy's vitality before they entered the contact range.

They had just defeated Black Calamity's gnolls and killed the Savage God. The mere murlocs might be powerful, but they were not enough to affect the players' locked morale.

However, the huge number of murlocs' spellcasting power indeed exceeded the players' expectations. When the iron tube boys reached the fourth round of shooting, the lightning storm that was accurately released exploded over the fire point, and the dazzling lightning swept in a sweeping manner. Pass the position.

It was impossible to avoid the conduction of electrical energy in such a heavy rain, so this firepower point was wiped out in the raging lightning that fell from the sky.

The murloc's advance was extremely fast.

Without the grenade suppression, they pushed to the happy stick position in a few minutes. The barbed wire blocked some of the fishmen, but more black monsters stooped in the rain and rushed toward the heavily armed soldiers.

Those guys let out harsh and unpleasant howls, trying to scare the players into fleeing.

Unfortunately, what responded to them was a more determined bullet storm. The volley of 300 members of the Scarlet Hammer and Sickle Regiment led by Happy Stick, armed with Blood Vulture Claws, caused horrific damage at such a close range. This guild is synonymous with elite players. , Master Qin’s purpose of putting them here is to resist the attack of the fish-men.

Brother Bang and his brothers also held it very steadily. After emptying two magazines in a row, under the command of the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry player, they replaced the trench guns with a larger caliber and more terrifying scatter damage. Then they followed Happy Stick. The thirty wing cavalry led by him launched a close combat.

The hussars formed a battle formation and controlled the speed in the heavy rain. The elites following in groups of five used heavy shields + trench guns + explosives to launch a resolute countercharge, easily defeating the oncoming enemy. There were murlocs in front of them, but before these players could take a breath, the dark murlocs attacked again.

This time they also brought some weird sea beasts with them.

Huge crabs, ferocious poisonous sea snakes, octopuses climbing up some submerged dock areas, and heavily armored dragon turtles loaded with murloc spear throwers and abyss walkers, these can be regarded as the "behemoth units" of the wave murloc camp. "Right?"
The storm was blowing more and more violently, and the sea water was still rising, and soon it was submerged to the point where even the winged cavalry could not charge. Brother Bang and his brothers could continue to fight, but the helpless change in the terrain made them feel aggrieved. Back away.

Murlocs in the water are more aggressive, but players will definitely drown if dragged into the water.

This is simply an unsolvable strategy.

Lao Qin, who had been paying attention to the situation in the war zone, realized the other party's intentions. Although the murlocs could not set off a storm to engulf the entire Port of Chardeau, they could push the tide up to disrupt the situation in the city and give life to their gnoll companions outside the city. They create opportunities to defeat the enemy.

Once the players' defensive operations in the port area fail, the murlocs who rush into the city can have a feast.

Lao Qin immediately activated the computing orb to contact all units on the battlefield. As expected, he found that the psychic communication was interfered by the Abyss Walkers of the Dagon Secret Cult. He curled his lips, grabbed the walkie-talkie placed next to him and shook it twice. Next, he grabbed the receiver and said to the other side:

"Can you get airborne?"

"No, Mr. Qin, this kind of storm intensity will blow the airship away. This is the biggest shortcoming of the airship. Its ability to withstand the environment is too poor."

The temporary commander of Transia's three armed airships, "Soy milk in vain", responded helplessly:
"Unless the brothers kill the Storm Ritual's formation hidden under the sea, the airship troops will not be able to provide fire support."

"We don't even know where the opponent's caster is. Do we need to use missiles to blow it up? We don't have such a thing. The underwater environment is an absolute shortcoming of the current player system. Please explain the situation to the rear. ”

Lao Qin sighed and said:
"Aren't there Atlanteans near Port Shardau? Ask them to think of ways to interfere with the opponent's storm ritual, or ask Mrs. Tris to come over to counter spells. The fish people are changing the battlefield terrain! Now the dock area is flooded for three meters. If we retreat to the port area, our position will be completely destroyed."

"I will report the situation immediately."

Doujiaobai retorted and cut off the communication. Then more instructions were given to the players guarding various places. Lao Qin asked them to retreat when their positions were about to be submerged, and asked the players to be prepared to fight with the murlocs in the port area. The army prepares for street fighting.

"Five pairs of wheels! Take people to take over all the nearby forts. The halflings are firing cannonballs too slowly, which can't be used as support at all. I never fucking thought I would miss Colonel Fraser one day. Artillery support, but the Plantagenet artillery fire is still very good. "

Lao Qin raised his chainsword and yelled at the adjutant.

The five pairs of wheels that had been prepared for a long time immediately rushed out with a group of professionals. A few minutes later, the firing frequency of the temporary forts set up around them increased significantly, but this was still far from the fire support that Lao Qin wanted. .

"All Blood Vulture Vampire players come and assemble behind the scenes!"

Lao Qin's order was quickly passed to the front line. He was standing on top of a submerged house and kept throwing "Psychic Version: Fire Extinguishing" cars downwards. Hearing this order, he knew what Master Qin was planning to do.

He turned around and complained to the student party members behind him:

"I thought that with the airship, we 'bombers' would be able to retire, but I didn't expect that we would still have to take action at the critical moment. Ah, the last time we carried aerial bombs for bombing was a long time ago. Think about it carefully. I miss you." "Then let's go!"

Ah Yu shook the sword stained with the green blood of the fishman in his hand, flapped his wings and took off with difficulty in the strong wind, and then glanced at the dock area in the dark night.

The rapidly rising tide has submerged up to the level of ordinary people's legs, and the fishmen control the water flow to continuously wash away the surroundings.

Just like a battlefield under a flood, all the positions there were forced to give up. In the increasingly fierce rainstorm, the players kept walking through the rear positions. On the ground illuminated by thunder from time to time, everyone present Everyone was soaked in the rain.

Embarrassed
To be honest, before actually starting the movie with the fish-men, no one could have imagined that the Huanghuang Master, who had defeated the Black Disaster, would be in such a state of embarrassment in the wind and rain.

Facts have proved that no matter how good the individuals on the battlefield are, they can't deal with those hanging walls that can tear out cards. A terrain change can change the offensive and defensive positions of both sides.

"Zhuo! We have mastered the sky and the land, and our next goal is to head to the ocean. Then we will see how we kill these damn fishmen."

When the vampires landed in the command area where Lao Qin was, Gebao was still complaining. The other vampire players nodded and thought that Gebao was right. Today's battle was really frustrating.

"Brothers and sisters, there is also a war in the outer city. The gnolls are attacking the city wall under the cover of the fishmen's storm. In this way, they have destroyed our firepower advantage. The situation over there is very serious, which means that we are The port area probably won’t get any support.”

Lao Qin, with a serious look on his face, rushed out and shouted to the vampires in front of him in the heavy rain:

"The halfling lords contacted the sharks, and they promised to disperse the fishmen's storm ritual from the rear as much as possible, but before they succeed, I need you to replicate the previous bombing tactics. There are enough light incendiary bombs here.

Take them with you to attack the murloc army in the dock area and delay their advance. "

"Leave it to us! We will set the sea on fire!!!"

Xiao Ashina raised his weapon and shouted loudly. This majestic declaration was immediately echoed loudly by the players, but now the storm is getting bigger and bigger, making it difficult for the vampires to control their flight trajectory at high altitudes, which means that they A dangerous low-altitude bombing operation was required. The strong long-range power of the murlocs greatly increased the risk of this bombing operation.

But Lao Qin didn't explain this.

It's not that he has a bad heart, but he knows very well that the players won't back down because of this difficulty, but they will find it cool.

Well, many times, cool equals danger, no matter which world it is in. This is undoubtedly a dangerous game, but players are still enjoying it.

While the vampires were struggling to take off with light aerial bombs, members of the Loyal Praise Guild were trapped on the rooftop of the port area in the dock area. The tide below had flooded the first floor of the port area, turning the high ground into a It became an isolated island in Zeguo.

There was no way to retreat at this time.

The water on all sides was full of climbing murlocs. More than 20 players set up a temporary position in the center of the rooftop, firing in all directions to consume the murlocs' attacks. Before the war started, they were confident that they would burn three kilograms of sweet potatoes. He gritted his teeth and yelled while firing bullets forward.

His three brothers were dragged into the water by the fishmen during the retreat just now, and died tragically.

"Fuck these bastards!"

Diguashao cursed, grabbed a bundle of grenades and pulled out the latch. When a large group of fishmen climbed up from the front, screaming, he threw the thing away.

The roaring fire blasted the twisted monsters apart, but before Digua could breathe a sigh of relief, a huge murloc warlord clutching two coral swords jumped up from the water and landed on the dirty water. In the blood, he roared in front of Diguashao, and unintentionally put on a very powerful pose.

This was a provocation, and it was also conveying its piety to the "Father of Fishes". Then, in the next second, it was blown to pieces by the flying iron fist missiles.

Diguashao didn't even look at the fishman warlord.

He'll be busy as hell.

Although more than 20 elite players gathered here to resist, the running out of bullets meant that they would soon fall into the embarrassment of close combat with the Dagon murlocs.

"We can't get out, so we'll probably have to stay here tonight."

The panting prodigal son inserted his last magazine into the claws of the blood vulture, and glanced at the empty ammunition box at his feet. He shrugged and said to Mr. Diguashao and Ziwei next to him:

"This is probably the most meaningless death. No matter how many murlocs we replace here, we can't change the reality that the dock area is about to be submerged. The submersion tactics of these dogs are too shameless."

"That's someone's racial talent. Just like you can't stop vampires from flying. Their skills are inferior to others. There's nothing to say."

Ziwei is quite open-minded.

He put the winning wine in his chest, raised his head and glanced at the fire exploding in the storm behind him, and said:

"The vampires have started bombing. They are just fooling around. They need coordinates. Here they are! College students."

The professional put a flare gun into Diguashao's hand and said:

"As soon as we are all dead or vampires are approaching, we will shoot this thing into the sky to guide them to bomb here."

"Fuck! The sea monster is coming, brothers, be careful!"

A scream from the paid fisherman interrupted Mr. Ziwei's instructions. Wearing a steel helmet, he stood up and saw an octopus tentacle covered with suckers protruding from the water, and then swept towards their position like a whip. .

Jiewei Chike was still firing at the tentacles, but in the next second, like a table-cleaning master, a dozen people on the rooftop and nearly a hundred fishmen were swept away by the tentacles.

Digua Shao escaped by lying on the ground in advance, but when he got up, the other brothers on the rooftop were already overwhelmed by the murlocs swarming up.

The college student gritted his teeth and pulled out the halberd from his back and rushed towards the fish-man in all directions. However, a few seconds later he saw a giant black octopus and sea monster sticking its head out of the water in front of him, eyes full of viciousness staring at him. At the location, three tentacles have been raised, ready to completely defeat this little bug.

"Look at Nima!"

The sweet potato burn was about to die, but he was not afraid but let out a war cry with red eyes.

The second before he was knocked down and eaten by the murlocs coming from all sides, this guy raised his hand and fired the flare into the sky.

"whoosh"

The red flare flew into the storm in the night sky, and the burning crimson light illuminated Di Gua's burning eyes.

He was pulled by the murlocs and fell to the ground. Those ugly things were biting him crazily, and the sea monster also raised its tentacles to destroy the building. All the fishmen's ugly heads were visible to Di Guashao.

But at the moment before the line was disconnected, in the red light illuminated by the flare, he could clearly see a small man carrying a large aerial bomb in a dive from high altitude in the crazy storm.

"Kill it! Little Potato, this is my last assist, I'll leave the rest to you!"

The roar before the light-devouring divine power exploded was dissipated in the sound of the storm, and I don't know if Xiao Ashina heard it. But a few seconds later, the scene of a ball of fire rising into the sky in the storm and the painful roar and whimpering of the sea monster seemed to mean that the overbearing thoughts of Sweet Potato Burning had been realized by Xiaotuo.

Well, I've probably realized it.

Hey, seeing as your kid died so heroically, I won’t hold you accountable for calling me “Little Potato”.

(End of this chapter)