In the plot of the war, the experience gained by the players was basically adjusted to the highest level.
Therefore, there were very few Orc corpses on the battlefield.
As far as the eye could see, there were only densely packed armors and weapons stained with blood, shining brightly under the setting sun.
Cheers came from the earth wall.
The players were excited, either raising the weapons in their hands and shouting, or shouting at the top of their lungs to celebrate the victory of the battle.
Then, without hesitation, they ran out of the city.
To pick up the equipment.
If the realistic combat experience of "Elven Kingdom" made the players deeply excited and fascinated, then cleaning up the battlefield after the war was their favorite thing to do.
This was a job that depended on hand speed and luck.
Those who ran fast and those who had good foresight would always reap more rewards.
This time, the Beastmen had sent out elite troops with excellent equipment.
Many of the armors and weapons on them were fine even in the human world. Even in the eyes of the players, the quality was above the blue rare level, and many even reached the purple epic level.
The only difference from the equipment in the shop was probably the lack of special effects.
Of course, there were exceptions.
That was the equipment of the heavily-armored Orc warriors who rushed at the front during the battle.
As the main force of the first siege, their equipment was the best among all the Orcs. There were even simple magic inscriptions engraved on them, which were obviously provided by the Sauron Chamber of Commerce.
Now, it was all for the players.
The equipment dropped by the Orcs who attacked the city had long been divided up by the players.
But there were more outside the city.
Some of them fell from the city after the owner died, some of them were unfortunately smashed to death by the catapults and ballistas, and some of them were killed by arrows, elemental bullets, and long-range magic.
And these were the targets of the players.
Some of them quickly climbed down the Earth Wall using the siege towers left behind by the Orcs. Some of them cast a [Lighten] spell on themselves and jumped down. There were even some tanker players who directly put away their equipment and jumped down from the Earth Wall.
However, the eight-meter-high city wall was not high, but it was not low either.
And the land outside the city had long become uneven because of the magic.
There was also a lot of petrified ground. In some places, there were magic earth spikes and wood thorns that had not dissipated after the players released them.
As a result, quite a number of Warrior players who jumped down were hit as expected.
It was still fine for high-level players.
They relied on their nimble movements to avoid the danger. At most, their feet were numb for a moment. After getting used to it, they quickly laughed and looted the spoils of war.
Those with lower levels had it worse.
There was no lack of people who were unlucky and sprained their ankles or fractured their bones.
There were even some who were too excited, or had poor eyesight, and ended up choosing the wrong place … They directly jumped onto the earth spikes and wooden spikes.
That scene was a little bloody.
But even if they suffered a fracture or were injured, it didn't stop the gamers from picking up the loot.
Under the premise of reducing the pain, they did not care about the mere injuries and continued to limp around the city to plunder.
It was just that … looking at it from afar, it felt very strange.
At the very least, Eve, who was standing on top of the earthen wall and watching the battle from afar, had a very subtle expression on her face.
This was because she had seen more than one player whose hands and feet were bent in strange directions, or whose body parts were bleeding profusely, but the player himself was still happily jumping around on the battlefield to loot.
To be honest, it was a little frightening.
Of course, it was also because the injury was not serious. If it was really life-threatening, these players would definitely be more obedient than the other.
The battle was over. If they died now, it would be too much of a loss. Resurrection tokens also required a lot of contribution points!
The war song on the battlefield channel had been turned off.
In the players' ears, a new system BGM sounded.
However, unlike the previous BGM with the vicissitudes of life, the music this time was more brisk and even a little joyful.
It seemed to be celebrating the victory of the players.
Listening to such music, the players were in a much happier mood, and their hands moved faster to loot.
They did not reject anyone who came and packed up all the items on the ground …
It did not matter if it was useful or not.
At this time, the benefits of having Space Equipment were reflected.
Ordinary players could only hang the equipment they picked up on their bodies. After the equipment was full, it was difficult to take new loot. But the big bosses with Space Equipment could take all the loot …
Tens of thousands of players, just like locusts, were running around outside the camp.
The battlefield, which originally looked a mess after the battle, was full of dropped weapons and equipment. Under the plundering of the many players, there was nothing left in just a moment …
Even the arrows that had been shot out were all searched clean.
From afar, the entire battlefield looked as if it had been plowed by an old bull …
And after the plundering, the players returned to the camp as if by prior agreement, and rushed to the place where the goddess's statue was worshipped at the back of the camp …
They first looked around to see if Zero, the god's favored, was there.
When they found that she was not, they breathed a sigh of relief. Then, they quickly sneakily took out the paint for drawing magic circles and began to delightfully draw magic circles on the ground …
At the same time, Eve, who noticed that the players were beginning to gather at the statue, sent a portion of her consciousness to connect to her own divine kingdom.
"He almost came here …"
She muttered to herself.
Not long after Eve's consciousness returned to her divine kingdom, she began to receive various sacrificial prompts one after another …
All of them originated from the players' sacrifices.
As the number of players increased, Eve had long written the sacrificial rules into the system. Therefore, as long as the Network of Faith determined that the players' sacrifice was effective, it would automatically send the items they sacrificed into the divine kingdom.
In just a moment, Eve's divine kingdom was piled with a small mountain of equipment.
Still, most of them were broken.
Although there were now Blacksmiths who could repair equipment, with the depreciation of contribution points, the price-performance ratio of asking players to repair equipment was vaguely lower than the price-performance ratio of redeeming a new set of equipment in the Exchange Shop.
Therefore, apart from the equipment with the best special effects, most players would choose to sacrifice it to the Goddess in exchange for contribution points after it was destroyed.
Although it was not much, a mosquito's leg was still meat, and it was a habit for the players.
Eve glanced at the items that the players had sacrificed, and then snapped her fingers skillfully, drowning them with divine power …
And after the divine power dispersed, the scrap metal became brand new and shiny, its appearance faintly changing as well.
Then, Eve snapped her fingers again to add some special effects to the equipment, and then threw them all into a corner of the divine kingdom to collect dust with the other equipment.
There were more than a hundred thousand sets of equipment there, all of them selflessly offered by the players. Some of them might have been recycled dozens of times in the Divine Kingdom — Segers …
However, most of them were plundered bit by bit by the players after the war began.
"The wealth of war comes fast, the second open beta players have enough equipment."
Eve said leisurely.
…
The war ended with a bountiful harvest.
The players' camp was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
However, the Half-Orcs were a little depressed.
The Oracle King Bazan sat in the Castellan's Mansion of Sandstorm City with a gloomy look.
The Chief High Priest sat on his right with a solemn look.
The old Mage of the Sauron Merchant Group on the left also frowned.
Below them, the leaders of the major tribes and the elders of the royal court lowered their heads and remained silent.
The entire hall was shrouded in a heavy atmosphere.
After a while, Bazan rubbed his temples and looked at a Half-Orc Priest who was scribbling with a pen and paper.
He asked, "How are the statistics?"
The Half-Orc Priest put down the pen and replied respectfully.
"My Lord, in today's battle … we lost a total of nearly forty thousand warriors, including three hundred and twenty-five Silver Warriors and forty-four Behemoths …"
In a day's battle, the Half-Orcs lost less than forty thousand people.
Perhaps the number of deaths per player was less than one. However, such a number of casualties was actually very terrifying.
After all, reality and the game were different.
The battle was more complicated, the situation was more changeable, and there was more useless time …
Due to the terrain, the Half-Orc army could not fully engage with the players' army.
Most of them were killed in the process of scaling the city walls.
As for the players' side, due to the length of the city walls, only a portion of them participated in the battle.
The army was rotated, and some players did not even have time to participate in the battle. Therefore, there were many players who went offline or even left the battlefield …
Due to this reason, the Half-Orcs seemed to drop a lot of equipment, but there were more players who participated in the battle.
Therefore, there was a scene where all the players rushed down after the battle, fearing that the equipment would be stolen if they were too slow …
If they really wanted to kill the enemy on a large scale, they would have to wait until both sides were evenly matched and fight on open ground.
It was a pity that the Half-Orcs did not come out of the city in the past. Although they came out this time, the whole army was mobilized. The players did not have the confidence to annihilate them, so they could only use this method to first exhaust them …
However, perhaps the loss of the Half-Orcs was a little small in the eyes of the players, but in the ears of the higher-ups of the Half-Orcs, everyone was shocked …
Forty thousand people …
This was equivalent to four large tribes!
The Half-Orcs in the entire Death Desert, even after the development of the Lionheart King Imsh, had a population of less than a million, and there were no more than thirty large tribes.
Not only that, these forty thousand warriors who died were all young and strong, and they were the best of the young and strong …
It was a heavy loss.
For a moment, everyone was whispering to each other, and there was a slight commotion in the hall.
Bazan's expression also sank.
Although he had been watching the battle from the Sandstorm Tower and knew that his side was at a disadvantage, and the losses were very heavy, he did not expect it to be to this extent …
Forty thousand people …
This was already more than a tenth of the army!
And almost half of the Behemoths, which were not many to begin with, had died in battle!
These … were the assets of the Half-Orcs. After losing so many Behemoths, the next time they raided the human world, it would be much more difficult …
However, this was not what made Bazan feel the most heavy-hearted.
What made his heart tremble the most was that even after losing so many warriors, they still could not bite through the Elves' camp!
It had only been built for a few days, but the Elves' camp was as solid as a fortress …
Although the various reports made Bazan realize the strength of these Elves, when he saw it for himself, he realized that the Elves' combat power was much more terrifying than he had imagined …
Not only were they stronger, but they were also not afraid of death. In addition, there was a high proportion of Spell Casters, and the damage they caused in the war was far greater than the Half-Orcs.
Bazan could not imagine how this war would be fought if these Elves really succeeded in building a teleportation portal …
Damn it, how could there be such a group of monsters in the Segers World?!
When did the Elves become so powerful?
He could not help but curse in his heart.
At the same time, there was a faint trace of fear in his heart …
He could not imagine what kind of bloody storm would usher in the Segers World in the future if these ferocious Long-Eared Elves could not be contained.
After a long silence, Bazan looked at the messenger of the Soro Chamber of Commerce on the other side.
"Sir Wizard, may I ask if your Chamber of Commerce can still send mercenaries to support? Or … Can you send some high-grade Professionals? "
The Soro Chamber of Commerce had once promised to send mercenaries to support the Half-Orcs.
However, after discussion, they finally changed to provide more equipment to the Half-Orcs.
The Half-Orc army had enough people, but they lacked equipment. In comparison, the people provided by the Soro Chamber of Commerce were not enough. It was better to exchange for more equipment to arm the Half-Orc warriors.
After hearing the words of the Oracle King, the old Wizard shook his head.
"Your Majesty, in this situation, even if we send reinforcements, I'm afraid it won't be of much use."
Bazan was disappointed.
He understood this. Even with the full support of the Soro Chamber of Commerce, it was impossible to provide tens of thousands of troops. A large mercenary group would at most have ten to twenty thousand people, which was not enough to fill the hole of forty thousand Half-Orc warriors.
Even if there were Wizards among the Human mercenaries, there were more Spellcasters among the Elves who were magical creatures!
As for the high-grade Professionals …
The Elves had a Divine Barrier, two powerful Megalosaurus, and a legendary Demonic Beast.
Under such power, if the Wizards were below the legendary level, it would definitely be ineffective.
As for the legendary Wizards … They were already the higher-ups of the Soro Chamber of Commerce. How could they be sent by the Soro Chamber of Commerce?
In fact, the result was already very obvious.
With their strength alone, even with such a powerful army, they would not be able to break through the Elves' camp …
Relying on the tyrannical strength of the Half-Orc army to force the existence behind the Elves to take action, this plan could be said to be a failure.
At least … They could not do it alone.
At this point, Bazan, the Oracle King, sighed deeply.
"This operation is no longer something we can control …"
"Please ask the Totem Guardian to take action."
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