Chapter 274 273. A development team that listens to advice is a good civilization, but can the dog planner die?

At the beginning of the dungeon, Murphy led his astral wolves into the unpredictable purple storm ahead with the elusiveness that a plot NPC should have, just like those legendary "monster monsters" created by

The "glorious image" of running away after getting into a mess.

But the players behind him did not run around like they did in the previous group games this time.

On the contrary, through repeated discussions in the forum over the past two days, they divided into three major groups and rushed out in different directions under the guidance of the "player map" based on the different tasks of their respective teams.

They obviously had a plan.

Especially under the guidance of the "veterans" who have completely transformed themselves along the way with Murphy, even new players who are new to the game quickly become competent.

Just as Murphy wanted to see, they spread out like a group of real "professionals."

After all, in Real Alien, a 100% realistic ghost game, the area of ​​the team copy is so large that it is unimaginable, and there is no such annoying thing as the "air wall". This means that players must make good use of their manpower in order to survive.

Complete the dungeon guide in the shortest possible time, and complete the group missions that have been delegated and shared in advance.

The "Scarlet Hammer and Sickle Regiment" with the largest number of people led by the onboard Happy Stick shouldered the most difficult attack mission without hesitation.

They will rush forward along the central axis of the Gnoll camp until they advance to the core camp where the Gnoll warlord Ken Porter is located.

This is definitely the most difficult and stressful journey.

Therefore, in addition to Bang Ge's original 30 people, the other 50 individuals and small teams with strong combat experience among the small players were also brought under Bang Ge's command.

Brother Meow Meow's "Big Bird Rotation Group" will take advantage of their status as Avalon believers in the astral psychic area and will not be disturbed by dirty forces on a large scale, and lead people to destroy the jackal tent.

All the supplies hoarded in the house were burned or stolen that allowed the Gnoll gang to survive.

Without that stutter, the sheer number of jackals alone would be enough to overwhelm these unproductive bastards.

The most important thing is that Brother Meow Meow must destroy several sentry towers used by the Jackals for communication in the shortest possible time. Once the fire is ignited, a lot of the astral shadows here will be dispersed, which will be very disadvantageous for the players.

This will allow the chaotic gnolls on the outside to get orders to rush in for support.

That's something very bad.

Finally, there is the "task group" composed of the girls and a group of administrative and manufacturing players who are not good at fighting.

Their main task is not to fight, but to find the mysterious "pangolin" within the dungeon and assist it in completing the "mysterious force" that is to be established in this group guide.

This will be the first force supported by players on this continent and must be taken seriously.

Theoretically speaking, the administrative and manufacturing players led by the girl group are the weakest. It is very dangerous to let them move freely. However, the guards that the administrative players can equip have a wonderful effect at this time. These elite soldiers

The fighting power gathered together cannot be underestimated.

The three teams acted according to the plan, and they were all ready to make sacrifices and use their "one life every three days" advantage to achieve their tactical goals.

However, just like Mr. Murphy, who was evaluated as "kind" at this time, the player team was also shocked by the intensity of the battle after entering the real battlefield.

It's not too difficult.

But it's not as difficult as they thought.

Well, that's not right either.

After all, the destructive power of those jackal barbarians whose minds were washed away by dirty spiritual energy and went crazy has not weakened. Instead, they were given a super BUFF [Never Defeated] because of their crazy minds.

This makes it very dangerous for young lone players to be dragged into a 1V1 situation, especially those who have not passed the Black Iron Trial.

However, the price paid by the Jackals who survived the Astral Impact for this strengthening of their "fearless fear of death" was catastrophic.

They gave their brains to this

This turns them into a group of insane beasts that only know how to attack the life closest to them, and even fight with each other with red eyes when the little players are not close.

Such a chaotic situation is very nice for a group of players who perform beheading tactics.

Especially in the eyes of a commanding character like Happy Stick, he immediately shouted with joy and at the top of his lungs in the team framework communication:

"The development team has finally adjusted the monster values ​​to a reasonable level this time. Brothers, don't worry that this dungeon will cause the same bad group destruction as last time. Let me just say, if the outrageous situation last time

It happens again and again, this dungeon system has failed too much."

This remark immediately aroused opposition from others.

The leader of the student party, who was incorporated into Bang Ge's team as a supporter, took the lead with the big pigeon and flapped its wings to fly in the air. He waved his staff and threw balls of psychic lightning at the jackals in front, and then threw a psychic scream at them.

Psychic attack.

He coquettishly "moved" in the air to avoid the arrows below, and at the same time retorted:

"Which of your eyes saw that the monster values ​​​​were weakened? Didn't a brother just rush too fast and was knocked to death with a stick? I don't think these jackals have been weakened, but they were also attacked by astral psychic powers.

It enters the brain and turns it into a bloodthirsty and crazy state, which is intensified."

"You know a lot!"

Brother Bang replied rudely:

"The so-called balance is not just a simple and crude reduction of values, that is something only third-rate planners can do. I admit that they have not been greatly weakened at the individual level, but their action logic has changed!

You little idiot, take a good look!

We pushed all the way and killed nearly 100 elites in three waves, and only lost less than 5 people ourselves. Do you dare to imagine this under the intensity of the Blood Vulture Corridor?

In addition to our own strength improving and adapting to the rhythm of cooperation, the biggest reason is that these jackals have lost their minds!

They just rush up to kill people, just like the ghouls in the sewers.

You don’t even need to change your formation!

Just use the simplest shield man in front and spearman in the back to get rid of them.

Monsters with brains are scary, elites without brains are meat on the chopping block! I have 99 ways to kill them.

I feel now that we can play more aggressively."

Happy Stick was suspended in the air, observing the surrounding terrain that was as dark and unclear as a storm, and he quickly made a decision.

"Brothers! Collect all the Molotov cocktails and explosive bombs in your bags and give them to the vampire players who can fly. The dexterous players will come out!"

Brother Bang made up his mind and shouted in the team channel:

"With our current coordinates as the center, rush forward, left, and right in three directions to lure the monsters back! Don't do too much, just lure them one at a time. The shielders are ready to defend.

The vampires will listen to my orders soon!"

"Swarm bombing?"

Brother Cat, who was holding the sword and shield, suddenly raised his head and asked:

"Brother Bang, are you going to kill them? Isn't this too risky?"

"No, this terrain is very suitable."

Happy Stick squinted his eyes and said from a condescending perspective:

"There is a semi-permanent position ahead. I suspect there is at least one BOSS there. Starting a BOSS battle in that kind of cramped terrain is a nightmare. It is best to lure it out and fight it here.

To implement this tactic, you need to clean up all the surrounding monsters.

Although there is no set time for this dungeon, don't forget that Mrs. Tracey and Lord Murphy overloaded the shield core of Scarlet Castle in order to execute this astral tear, and that side is now in an undefended state.

If we delay here for too long, the casualties at Scarlet Castle will probably be quite terrible.

We must hurry up!

The sooner the better.

I seriously suspect that there is some kind of "soft rage" mechanism here. The raid here seems to have nothing to do with the defense of Scarlet Fort, but in fact they are tied together.

If we fail to kill the Jackal Warlord within a certain time, we will let him escape. If he sends out key instructions, it is likely that the battlefield situation in Scarlet Fort will be reversed.

This will directly lead to the failure of the tactical goal of defeating the Jackal gang with one strike, thus allowing this incident to continue to evolve.

Never underestimate the malicious intent of the development team in this regard."

Brother Bang's analysis makes sense, although it lacks a little bit of evidence to supplement it.

However, Planner Gou, who had been "peeping at the screen", immediately felt that Brother Bang's "idea" was quite good, and Murphy decided to give Brother Bang the "assist" he needed most at this time.

"Hey, stop!"

The vampire lord turned around and shouted to Femis, who was using psychic energy to seal off Kenport's tent area and block the opponent's escape route:

"Leave a gap to give King Kenbot a chance to escape, and let Kudel block it on the north side so that it can only run to the south."

"Why?"

Femis's eyes widened and she asked:

"The three of us are 80% sure that we can kill Ken Porter here. Why do you have to cause more trouble? Don't you know how bad the consequences would be if he let it escape?"

"I know, I know that if my order goes wrong it will flaw in our extremely successful tactics tonight, and I also know that once I let Ken Porter run away, it will be difficult to have such a wonderful opportunity to kill again.

Trust me! Femis.

I know exactly what I'm doing!"

Murphy stepped forward with Cold Fang in hand, restrained the two jackal elites that rushed toward him with death grip, and then pierced the hearts of the two in front of them like poisonous snakes looking for food, crushing them, and then waved the bleeding corpse with a wave of his hand.
To be continued...