One hundred thousand people, what kind of concept was that?
Many people actually did not understand, nor did they have a clear understanding.
But today, when the players saw the heads all over the mountains and plains, and saw the endless tents, even the calmest people could not help but feel their blood boiling …
This was a scene that was difficult to describe with words.
Especially after most of the Black Iron upper level players had exchanged for purple epic-level black-colored equipment.
Although this set of equipment was different for each profession, the overall style was uniform. Now that the players were wearing it, there was a sense of uniformity.
Just like a real army in the era of cold weapons.
No, it could be said that it was more shocking than a real army in the era of cold weapons in history.
Because even in the era of cold weapons, it was impossible to have such uniform equipment.
Not only that, the players' equipment was more gorgeous, and there were all kinds of magic beasts accompanying them, adding a touch of magic.
Coming to the scene in person, an indescribable sense of epicness and shock hit the hearts of every player.
Of course, the passionate background music also played a big part.
With Li Mu's order, rhythmic and infectious electronic music sounded on the battlefield channel, teasing everyone's nerves.
At this moment, everyone realized that it was time to set off.
The tents were put away by the players one by one, into space equipment or guild supplies.
That's right, the players had brought supplies.
Although many high-level players had exchanged for space equipment, compared to the huge number of players, there were still very few people who had space items.
And as a "strange" game without an "inventory bar," in order to facilitate the supply of supplies for the battle, the players had to learn from the army in reality and prepare supplies, including food, self-made siege weapons, spare equipment, and so on …
Of course, these supplies were prepared by the guild as a unit, and the four major guilds contributed the most.
Some unaffiliated players and small guilds only needed to take the lead and it would be enough.
The players moved quickly.
As soon as Li Mu gave the order to assemble, everyone immediately took action.
They formed small teams as the basic unit, and then dozens of small teams formed a legion, and finally, the legions formed four army groups with the four major guilds as the core.
Looking from afar, the players were like rainwater converging into a stream, and the stream converging into a river, constantly moving, constantly integrating, and finally forming four giant groups on the south side of the foothills.
A total of 120,000 people.
In addition, there were as many as 60,000 magical beasts, as well as more than 2,000 carriages and camels that had been seized from the Sauron Chamber of Commerce and the Half-Orcs.
This was a terrifying force.
And standing beside Zero, the Life Saintess Alice, who was looking at this magnificent scene, was also excited.
This was the first time she had personally observed the gathering of a 10,000-man army.
What shocked her was not only the spectacular scene, but also the efficiency of the chosen ones.
She had never imagined that the Heaven's Chosen Ones, who were usually carefree and undisciplined, would be so orderly and disciplined.
After Li Mu gave the order, they were actually able to quickly form a formation in such a short time.
Alice didn't know that this was a traditional skill used by players in large-scale role-playing online games.
No matter what online game it was, no matter how undisciplined the players were, when the Group War came, they would consciously suppress their desire to cause trouble and focus on listening to the command, willing to become a screw in the team.
This was brought by the desire to win, as well as the sense of honor of the faction.
Although the war in Elf Nation was not a PVP Group War, everyone had already recognized this place after playing the game for many days, forming a strong sense of honor and identity of the faction.
And this brought about a terrifying cohesiveness!
15 minutes later, the army was assembled.
Li Mu rode his Brass Dragon and hovered in the sky with a solemn expression.
In his vision, in the small map in the upper right corner, he could no longer see the light dots that represented the players. Instead, they had completely turned into four solid "spots."
They were four groups of tens of thousands of players.
He looked down at the magnificent army and then shifted his gaze to the Desert of Death in the distance.
The endless yellow sand was the battlefield they were about to step into.
He raised his decorative command sword high and shouted, "Let's go!"
"For the Elves, for the Goddess, let's go!"
His voice resounded in the Battlefield Channel.
Immediately after, layers of shouts came from the player army on the ground:
"For the Elves, for the Goddess!"
Their voices were vast and mighty, forming waves of echoes in the Gloom Mountain Range that lingered for a long time …
Then, the players rode on their magical beasts. Some rode alone, and some rode in groups of two or three. They started to move out.
The four large groups of players were like four torrents, rushing from slow to fast toward the Desert of Death …
The earth shook like thunder.
…
Desert of Death, Golden Tent Tribe.
This was one of the Half-Orc tribes that was close to the Gloom Mountain Range. It was as famous as the Silver Tent Tribe.
As a large tribe with tens of thousands of people, the Golden Tent Tribe was the overlord of a large area nearby and was attached to by many smaller tribes.
Outside the tribe, on the wall of the village made of earth and stone.
A Half-Orc in a priest robe was patrolling left and right accompanied by two Half-Orc warriors.
This was the Chief Priest of the Golden Tent Tribe.
As the spiritual leader of the Golden Tent Tribe, this was his routine work.
Ever since the despicable Elves began to attack the Half-Orc tribes in the Desert of Death, he would take time out every day to personally patrol.
Although the Golden Tent Tribe was a large tribe with tens of thousands of people, the Chief Priest still felt that they had to be vigilant in case the Elves, who were as cunning as humans, took advantage of the loopholes.
Especially … after they issued the letter of challenge.
In the Chief Priest's opinion, those Elves were simply lunatics.
After issuing the letter of challenge, those Elves began to madly attack the tribes everywhere as if they had gone mad. The Desert of Death, which was already in a state of panic, became even more chaotic.
These two days, it was much quieter.
Those evil Elves seemed to have disappeared overnight. For two days, there was no news of them attacking the tribes.
However, the quieter it was, the more uneasy the Chief Priest of the Golden Tent Tribe became.
Thinking of the Elves' letter of challenge, he couldn't help but have a thought.
"Those Elves … are they really going to attack the Desert of Death?"
He had also received the contents of the letter of challenge from the Silver Tent Tribe.
Not to mention the Evil God Eve who might come in person.
To be honest, he didn't believe in the 100,000 Elves' army at all.
In his opinion, those Elves were as cunning as humans. It was said that some of them even swindled people in the underground world.
Their words were probably the same as those humans who liked to brag. 10,000 Elves became 30,000 Elves, and 30,000 Elves became 100,000 Elves.
As for 100,000 Elves?
That was too exaggerated …
The Elves didn't have a large population to begin with. How could they gather so many Elves in such a short period of time?
Weren't they afraid of being laughed at for bragging?
Of course, he also knew some news about the war in the underground world.
It was said that in that war, the Elves sent out 20,000 Elves' army.
The Chief Priest felt that this should be the Elves' true combat power.
However, even 20,000 Elves was not something the Golden Tent Tribe could resist.
However, the Golden Tent Tribe was not the Silver Tent Tribe.
Although it was close to the Dark Mountain Range, the Golden Tent Tribe was not far from the other big tribes. If the Elves really came, it would be convenient for them to provide support.
Not to mention, even if the Elves came, they would definitely attack the Silver Tent Tribe first. The Golden Tent Tribe would have enough time to call for reinforcements and prepare for defense.
If things went well, they could even ally with other tribes to support the Silver Tent Tribe and do them a favor.
Hehe, the Silver Tent Tribe was so close to the Dark Mountain Range. They had made a lot of money hunting Elves.
The Chief Priest thought to himself.
After patrolling the walls, he planned to return to his tent and pray for the day.
But just as he was about to leave, the Beastman soldiers on the tower exclaimed in surprise, "That's right!"
"What's that?!"
Hmm?
The Chief Priest stopped in his tracks.
He turned his head and looked at the tower. Then, he followed the soldiers' line of sight and looked outside the wall …
That was the north.
The Chief Priest could not see clearly since he was not on the tower. However, he noticed that there seemed to be clouds of dust on the distant horizon.
Hmm?
The Chief Priest's heart skipped a beat.
Faintly, he suddenly had an ominous premonition.
In the next second, he heard another exclamation from the Beastman on the tower.
"Elves! So many Elves! "
Elves …?
Elves!
The Chief Priest's expression turned serious. He quickly turned around and climbed up the tower.
He squeezed past the soldiers and picked up the telescope he bought from the Sauron's Chamber of Commerce. He looked to the north.
He saw that the dust on the ground was like a sandstorm. It stretched from east to west and formed a long and narrow line.
Amidst the dust, tiny figures were faintly discernible.
They were densely packed and could not be seen clearly. However, the magic beasts under them almost announced their identities …
Only the Elves would do that.
"The Elves are attacking us?"
The Chief Priest was shocked.
He was not surprised that the Elves would attack the Desert of Death. Instead, he was surprised that the Elves bypassed the Silver Tent Tribe and attacked the Golden Tent Tribe, which was very close to the other large tribes.
The Elves moved very quickly.
Faintly, the Chief Priest seemed to feel the earth shaking.
As for the dust, it was getting closer and closer.
"Ring the bell and tell everyone to prepare for battle!"
The Chief Priest turned around and ordered.
Following his order, the entire Golden Tent Tribe suddenly became lively.
The Chief Priest still stood on the tower of the wall and looked into the distance.
His expression once again returned to its usual indifference.
The Golden Tent Tribe's geographical location was too good.
He wanted to see the number of Elves and decide if he should ask for help.
If there were not many Elves, the Golden Tent Tribe could defend themselves.
However, as the Elves got closer and closer, his expression quickly changed from calm to surprised, and then to serious.
"This number … is definitely more than ten thousand … twenty thousand, thirty thousand? Did they send out their entire army? Did they take a detour to attack us? "
Looking at the dense Elven army, the Chief Priest's expression gradually turned ugly.
This number was not something the Golden Tent Tribe could defend against.
However, although the Chief Priest's expression was ugly, he still remained calm.
Because the Golden Tent Tribe could still ask for help.
"Quick, go to the Silver Tent Tribe, the Black Glory Tribe, and the Mountain Cry Tribe to ask for help!"
He ordered the soldiers.
These tribes were all large tribes with tens of thousands of people in the vicinity.
After receiving the order, the soldiers immediately left.
The Chief Priest continued to stand on the wall of the fort and observe the Elves.
The more he observed, the more frightened he became.
Because he noticed that these Elves were well-equipped and powerful.
"Luckily … Luckily, the Golden Tent Tribe is in a good geographical location. You guys are unlucky to attack us first …"
He comforted himself in his heart.
However, at this moment, the soldier that he had just sent out to ask for help returned.
The soldier's expression was filled with fear, confusion, and confusion.
Looking at the soldier who was out of breath and pale as if he had been greatly frightened, the Chief Priest frowned.
"Didn't I ask you to ask for help?"
Hearing his words, the soldier said in fear, "That's right.
"Chief Priest, the other … the other tribes' messengers are here …"
"Hmm? Messengers are here? "
The Half-Orc Chief Priest was slightly stunned.
However, the soldier's next sentence stunned him.
"They … they are here to ask for help … Their tribes are also under attack by the Elves …"
"Ask for help? Attacked by the Elves?! "
The Chief Priest was stunned.
What happened?
Didn't the Elves attack their tribes specifically?
Why did they attack several tribes at the same time?
Wait … If they were all asking for help, how many Elves were attacking them?
For a moment, the Chief Priest felt that it was absurd and unfavorable.
In the next second, he saw three Half-Orcs covered in blood being led by the soldiers to him. When they saw him, they fell to the ground with a plop …
Their faces were pale, and their eyes were filled with fear and despair.
"Speak! What happened? "
The Chief Priest grabbed one of them by the clothes and roared.
And when he asked what had happened, his expression suddenly became very interesting.
"What did you say?"
"The Silver Tent Tribe, the Black Glory Tribe, and the Mountain Cry Tribe were besieged by the Elven army at least 20,000 to 30,000 Elves?!"
The Chief Priest subconsciously took a few steps back. He felt that he could not walk properly.
At this moment, there was only a crazy voice roaring in his mind.
100,000 Elves!
These Elves actually had an army of 100,000!
They actually split into four and went straight for the four Half-Orc tribes closest to the Gloom Mountain Range!
These strange long ears that were as cunning as humans were actually speaking the truth like ordinary elves this time!
"This is troublesome …"
The Chief Priest muttered.
Outside the walls of the stronghold, the faint shouts of the elves could be heard from afar.
The soldiers were at the city gates.
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