Game of Destiny: This player is different

After months of preparation, the expedition, which gathered a large amount of manpower and material resources, officially kicked off with the victory of the first battle.

Led by the Kingdom Knights and the Holy See Knights, and supplemented by the Magicians Guild, more than a dozen large armed formations marched along the northern ice field.

Countless carriages pulled artillery, crossbows, catapults and other siege equipment,

rolled over the solid ice layer, leaving a series of interlaced sunken ruts.

Looking down,

The whole team was like a black tide,

cutting through the thorns and moving forward slowly, and it was about to push the Dragon Sanctuary flat.

Thor, the commander-in-chief appointed by the top leaders before the war,

did not choose to rest in place after the encounter, but ordered to continue along the established route.

The climate in the northern ice field is harsh, and the deeper you go, the more serious it is.

Even if the troops are well prepared, they cannot stay in this extreme environment for too long.

The best plan is to rely on the high morale brought by the first victory,

Strike while the iron is hot and go straight to the dragon, shoot through the heart, and hit the dragon's sanctuary in one fell swoop.

After all, the human physique is still inferior to that of the alien race, and it cannot withstand low temperatures for a long time.

Even the well-trained knights and magicians are the same.

Steady and steady ≠ slow march, this point must be clearly scored.

The next morning,

When the troops arrived at a valley, they encountered a second wave of attacks.

The alien race set up long-range firepower on the cliff in advance, hoping to use the terrain advantage to destroy the invading enemy,

Including but not limited to crossbow feathers, rolling stone javelins, and simple liquid bombs.

But these were intercepted in the air by the magicians accompanying the army,

and the latter reciprocated, hitting low and high and throwing several large magics.

The alien race suffered a small loss and barely escaped with the help of the bunker.

After a long passionate shooting, no one could do anything to anyone,

The direction of the war still depends on the result of the contact war.

After leaving the valley,

the two sides opened up a battle line on a wide plain not far away.

The war drums were beating, the horns were blasting,

after the battle, the two armies fought fiercely.

The main force of the alien race was the Gnomes,

their strongest and only son Zakka, the leader, was killed, and not a single body was left,

which was equivalent to grinding bones and scattering ashes, pouring ashes into the pot to mix rice, and the rice was not finished and fed to pigs, and the pigs had diarrhea after eating it,

the hatred was big.

Of course, this was the superficial reason,

the underlying reason was the loss of high-end combat power,

which made the Gnomes urgently need to use their wisdom and loyalty to make the dragons think they were still useful.

Although actively participating in the war would lead to the death of many tribesmen,

compared with the continuation of the race, it was the lesser of two evils.

In the plain battle, the human army finally saw who was firing the cannon from a distance.

It was a group of tall and thin trolls with curved fangs hanging from the corners of their mouths.

They hid at the back,

or shot crossbows that could pierce a person's waist,

or raised their arms and threw forward with all their strength, throwing poison-stained spears,

or pulled open a slingshot-like device together and threw out a simple liquid bomb.

But, you have a plan and I have a mercury child,

The previous valley shooting didn't get the upper hand, let alone now?

Under the cover of the colorful flames of the magician,

The Knights brought out the cannons, lit the fuses, and fired at the target location.

Boom boom boom——

The muzzle-loading cannon roared, and the shiny black dragon shot continuously,

The spherical shells crossed the front battlefield and went straight into the enemy's back door.

The moment it landed,

The case shattered into slag, like a fairy scattering flowers to cover the surroundings indiscriminately.

Trolls are good at firing cannons but not at being hit.

They look strong and powerful, but they can't handle the fragmentation shells at all. They all fall to the ground with painful screams.

Humans' innate physiological functions are not as good as most alien races,

but they are far ahead in one aspect, that is wisdom.

Thor arranged the troops in the rear, and the lieutenants and captains on the front strictly followed the orders.

Everyone worked in unison and coordinated, slowly tilting the balance of victory to their side.

The Gnomes and Sphinxes rushed forward at the beginning,

but as the battle time prolonged, their momentum gradually weakened,

then they were divided into scattered fragments and defeated one by one.

"Ordinary alien races can't stop them."

In a hidden cave,

Ibek, the insect player, stared at the crystal ball in his hand with a gloomy face.

Since leaving the Dragon Sanctuary a few days ago,

he has been assigned a new job to monitor and transmit the movements of Lycaster.

In name, he directly obeys Jackie Chan and can give orders to other aliens.

In reality, he has no autonomy in any action.

He must report to Galentina first and then pass it down after approval.

Even the crystal ball he got from the dragons for long-distance reconnaissance has been cast with magic similar to GPS positioning.

Although he is a tool, Ibek doesn't care,

as long as the situation is going in the direction he expects.Just develop.

But...

"If the dragons don't intervene, ordinary aliens can't hold out for too long."

He frowned and raised his hand to stroke his chin.

The mission accepted in this invasion of the script world is to destroy the main line of other players,

to prevent the Lecaster troops from reaching the sanctuary, and it would be best if they were dispersed halfway.

From the current detection situation, the troops led by the Nome tribe are obviously not opponents.

"Why not exaggerate the battle loss ratio a little bit and let the four guys above take action..."

Just then,

The crystal ball blurred the picture, and the battle scene on the plain disappeared,

replaced by a pair of big blinking eyes.

"Ibek, can you hear me?"

A soft and weak voice came out, sounding like a shy little girl.

Ibek did not dare to look down on him, and immediately adjusted his mood and answered respectfully,

"Sir, I can hear you, what do you want me to do?"

"Well, how is the war going?"

The one who established the communication was Galentina, one of the four dragons.

She looked weak, and the real situation was... the same.

But no one in the alien race dared to say it, otherwise they would die miserably.

As a LV20 player, Ibek could feel the gap in rank when he met the other party for the first time,

and understood that this boss who had no opinion could easily kill him.

After quickly formulating his words, he continued cautiously, "Sir, the war situation is not very optimistic.

We have suffered heavy casualties, roughly estimated to be more than 3,000.

If we continue to fight, we may be completely wiped out. Do you think so..."

"Oh, oh, oh, if it doesn't work, order a retreat.

Retreat 500... Oh, no, no, no, 1,000 kilometers."

"..."

Ibek was speechless when he heard this. Little girl, you have no concept of distance at all.

The purpose of gathering troops is to stop humans. How can we retreat just a few days after the battle?

Besides,

What does 1,000 kilometers mean? Do you think we are a modern army that can fly planes and ride tanks?

Just as Ibek was thinking about whether to make a suggestion,

"Do as Galentina said and order the troops to retreat 100 kilometers."

Another voice came from the crystal ball,

"And comfort them and tell them that everything will be fine when they enter the Ice Valley."