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Chapter 362

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In a situation where the high-level combat power did not appear and the mid-level and low-level forces were evenly matched, the war in the underground world would generally last for a long time.

Perhaps before the reinforcements from the allied army, the possibility of the Silent Castle Alliance successfully defending Blade City was still debatable.

But after the players joined the war as a fresh force, the balance of the war that was clearly tilted towards the Dark Alliance quickly returned to balance.

Of course, the overall strength of the players was not high, and there was not a single powerhouse above Silver. Such strength was not enough to completely reverse the situation …

But now that the magic power of the Segers had just begun to recover, and the main forces of the various races were still at the Black Iron level, it was more than enough to let the players, who were the bottom troops, bear the pressure of the frontal battlefield.

At least … that was the case for now.

Hence, a long tug-of-war began on the city walls of Blade City.

The Dark Alliance did not know how many Undead soldiers they had accumulated over the years, and wave after wave charged towards Blade City, vainly trying to exhaust the opponent's strength step by step.

Close combat was always the most powerful means of the Undead.

Looking down from the sky above the underground cavern, one would see a shocking scene …

The Undead were like a tide surrounding Blade City, which was flashing with defensive divine spells. They lined up neatly, and under the command of the Death Knights, they charged to the bottom of the magnificent city walls.

Then, these cold Undead climbed up to the top of the city walls like ants along the pre-built ladders, and engaged in battle with the defenders on the city walls.

On the city walls, the crowd was clearly divided into two groups.

One was the Undead Army that climbed up the city walls along the ladders, while the other was a strange alliance that included the Elves, Dark Dwarves, and Underground Gnomes.

They engaged in a fierce battle on the city walls, and the situation was extremely tragic.

Swords flashed, and arrows flew everywhere.

Angry shouts, loud laughter, screams, and the sound of bones breaking mixed together … It was extremely chaotic, but at the same time, it maintained a wonderful balance.

Neither side could completely drive the other side off the city walls, and the two sides were in a deadlock.

From time to time, the Undead were pushed off the city walls, and from time to time, the defenders fell off the city walls …

Of course, if one observed carefully, they would find that most of the defenders who fell off the city walls were Elves who came to support …

These warriors from the surface world had completely replaced the soldiers of the Silent Alliance, becoming the main force of the defensive battle.

Perhaps … they were not as numerous as the Dwarves and Gnomes, but they were always at the forefront.

Of course, they also had the highest death rate.

The city walls were filled with bones. They were the remains of the undead soldiers who had been destroyed.

These bones had long since lost their vitality. Therefore, a certain great being had merely used the power hidden in the elves to absorb the soulfire of the undead, and then ignored these tattered skeletons.

On the other hand, there were some elves who had collected quite a lot of materials, and they were even muttering about how they were all top-notch materials …

As the battle continued, the defenders of the Dark and Still Alliance began to admire their elven allies more and more.

The underground world was very chaotic, and in a chaotic place, only the strong would be respected.

Perhaps the individual strength of these Elves wasn't high, but the unity they displayed as a whole, their bravery and fearlessness, and their willingness to give up their lives for the sake of vanquishing the enemy … all of this left the Underground residents in awe!

Don't mess with these strange elves in the future. It's better to be their friend than their enemy …

After witnessing the madness of these Elves, this idea had become the consensus of the defenders of the city.

However, what surprised the defenders of the Dark and Still Alliance the most was that no matter how many of these Elves died, there would always be new ones to replace them.

These mysterious reinforcements from the surface seemed to be endless, just like the cockroaches of the underground world …

Not only that … as time passed, their numbers continued to increase.

However, the Elves who came later were generally not very strong, and they obviously lacked actual combat experience. One look and you could tell that they were inexperienced.

But even so, they were like the seniors of the same race. They shouted excitedly, howled, and rushed into the battlefield ….

Of course, their death rate was even higher.

Under such a strange situation, the soldiers of the Dark and Still Alliance gradually found themselves isolated at the edge of the war.

Apart from assisting the Elves, they were almost reduced to spectators of the war …

This kind of war lasted for three days and three nights.

The chief Breen of Blade City, who had promised the Elves a reward, was also in pain and joy as the war continued.

He was happy because with the support of the Elves, it was obvious that Blade City could be defended.

And he was in pain because he realized that he seemed to have paid a small price for his promise …

"Tucker, are the statistics out?"

Breen asked expressionlessly as he stood near the teleportation portal and looked at the underground dwarf who was in charge of calculating the payment.

The underground dwarf, who was holding a thick book, wiped the sweat off his forehead and said, "The chief is here.

"Mister Chief … The statistics are out. Even after we've finished distributing the armors and weapons in our storage, there are still many elves who requested to pay with equipment. In these three days, we owe them a total of 13,184 sets of black-iron equipment …"

Breen was speechless …

Hearing this exaggerated number, the chief of Blade City felt his vision darken and he felt a little dizzy …

He took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and asked again with a trembling voice:

He asked in a trembling voice, "Then … what about the gold pounds?"

The underground dwarf in charge of the statistics swallowed his saliva.

He hesitated for a moment and said with difficulty,

"A set of Excellent Black Iron equipment can be replaced with 300 gold pounds, and in the past three days … we have paid a total of 18,580,000 gold pounds …"

Breen was speechless …

Hearing this number, the young chief felt a sweetness in his throat and almost spat out a mouthful of blood …

Although he had personally witnessed the Elves surging like a tide over the past few days, and even he had gradually turned from shock to numbness, when he heard this number, he still felt a sharp pain in his heart.

Eighteen million gold pounds!

That was eighteen million gold pounds!

Blade City's annual revenue was only three million pounds!

All of a sudden, six years of savings had gone down the drain in just three days!

Of course, behind this number, the number of Elves who had come to support them was also shocking …

If it was converted, including the first batch of 8,000 sets of equipment, the Elves had actually mobilized a total of nearly 80,000 people!

And now, the number of Elves fighting on the city wall was about 15,000, which meant that 65,000 of them had died in battle.

Not even their corpses were left behind …

Where did so many Elves who didn't care about their lives come from?

It was impossible to find so many even if one turned the entire World of Segers upside down, right?!

Breen's heart was filled with doubts.

But … all of this was the truth.

At this moment, Breen simply wanted to travel back in time to three days ago and beat himself half to death for making such a promise so easily …

Regret …

Really too much regret!

With such a large sum of wealth, even the wealthy Blade City would suffer a loss if they took it out all at once.

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