The statue of Roland, which stood outside the capital, was located next to a lake.
The statue, which was completely made of silver sand, was protected by rules and couldn't be destroyed or moved.
The statue was about three meters tall, and Roland in the statue was wearing a very ordinary magic robe with his hands on his hips, looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, with a strong vibe of a hipster.
What was worse was that there was a very large and exaggerated golden basin beside the sand sculpture's feet. It looked like a broken bowl.
It was actually a copper basin. Because it hadn't oxidized, the copper was golden.
After reading it, Roland deeply felt the maliciousness of the game development team.
Sand statue, a big broken bowl for begging, and the kind that was made of rich gold!
That was too much of a prank.
As for insulting people? Roland had his own opinion.
The game development team made this sand statue, which was a passive skill that all Mage players had to learn, and they had to throw money into it before they could get it.
By conservative estimates, Roland could get at least ten to twenty million yuan, and if he boldly assumed, it was even possible to get a hundred million yuan.
In other words, the game development team directly sent tens of millions of yuan to Roland. So what if they made a prank statue?
Besides, Roland felt that the development team had a deeper meaning in it.
Finding a bug could get tens of millions, and the money would be spent on the players, the sheep. Even if most people were sensible, as long as a few people were jealous and felt that Roland had taken advantage of them, they would gather online and post more to set the pace. For example, Roland had a PY deal with the game company, or he was a relative or acquaintance of the game development team, and so on, to earn money from the players.
Although most people wouldn't believe it, as long as a few people did, it would be a troublesome thing for Roland.
It would also have a certain impact on the game company.
Roland estimated that the game developers helped design the statue like this just to make the players who paid to learn the specialty laugh and unknowingly reduce their dislike of Roland.
Of course, this was just Roland's personal guess.
Shaking his head helplessly, Roland knew that the title of "sand statue" would definitely be bound to him in the future, and he felt a little sad.
After everyone finished reading the posts, they began to eat hot pot.
"The culinary skills in this world are terrible. Most of the food here is terrible. Even the feast we had at the city lord's place yesterday wasn't very good." Hawk's consumption of food had also increased a lot because of his huge size. As he ate, he said, "It's still better if we make it ourselves."
Roland put a piece of meat on his plate and sighed. "Most people don't even have enough to eat. Why would they study how to cook delicious food?"
"I think it's a matter of race talent." Link ate very gently, chewing slowly. Occasionally, when he was eating and talking, he would cover his mouth with his hand. "For example, even though the island nation has been rich for so many years, I've never seen them cook very well."
The other three burst out laughing at the same time. In the real world, there were a few things that everyone had no problem with mocking. They were recognized as sources of happiness.
For example, the cooking techniques of the island nation where the sun never sets.
Fu Sang country's tram gentleman and so on.
Gourmet food could not be eaten for long. Soon, everyone had finished everything in the pot, leaving only the soup base.
While picking his teeth, Hawk asked, "Roland, how do you think they'll deal with us?"
"If we get together, they'll definitely deal with us cautiously. But here's the problem. Roland pointed to the distant city wall. Because of the torches on it, the towering city wall looked unusually tall and majestic in the night. "Our dock was built on the back of this city, after all. If they don't fight us head-on, they'll seal off our right to enter and leave the city. Do you think this dock needs to continue existing?"
Hawk nodded. "That's what I'm worried about too. Even after a few days, when people from our guild come, they won't let us into the city. Any traveler who disembarks from our dock won't be allowed to enter the city, and our dock will be built for nothing."
Jett said matter-of-factly, "Won't it be over if we just fight our way in? They're just the lords of a city, just more soldiers. We can resurrect, and if we kill one, they'll have one less. "
"But the problem is that we don't have a good reason to attack," Roland said indifferently. Roland said indifferently, "The quest system is a very metaphysical thing. According to my personal intuition, it will always issue quests that are more inclined toward the good alignment. Even if a few dozen professionals from Silver Wings come over and can take down this city, wouldn't that be no different from bandits? Do you think the system will issue a quest called: 'Clear the Ashes of Fallen Gamers' or something? "
Jett felt a chill run down his spine.
He was a player himself, so he knew very well that once a quest was issued and received, the drive to complete it would be terrifying.
No matter how powerful Silver Wings was, could they wrestle with hundreds of thousands of players?
It would be strange if the entire guild wasn't leveled down to zero.
Hawk was a little upset. "Are we just going to passively defend?"
"Not necessarily, we can try fishing!" Roland smiled.
Hawk's eyes lit up. "Oh, Brother Kongming, what's the plan?"
In the castle, John Senior and John Junior sat face to face, and beside them stood some young officers.
The flames in the fireplace burned fiercely, illuminating everyone's faces.
Amidst the crackling sounds from time to time, John Senior said, "Now the Golden Sons have finished assembling ahead of time, and they've dug many long trenches two to three meters deep near the docks, one after another, ten of them, forming a semicircular trench array that protects their docks, and warhorses absolutely can't charge through. And they've also placed wooden planks on the trenches, so ordinary people can walk around freely, but our warhorses definitely can't. They're too heavy to carry people, and they'll collapse when they walk on them. "
Several young officers showed disgust. "Only cowards would use such tactics, those Golden Sons don't have any chivalry at all. War should be fair and square, and they're using this method to restrict our cavalry, what's the matter? "
Everyone had gloomy expressions on their faces.
They knew very well that these words could only be said in front of their own people, and if it really got out, it would be strange if they weren't laughed to death by other nobles and lords.
If John Senior's tactics were really fair and square, heavy cavalry would be king, and there would be no need to equip cavalry with crossbows.
This kind of fighting was clearly one of the "cowards" they were talking about.
John Senior, in particular, thought that his light cavalry was invincible, but the other side had just dug a few trenches and restricted his strongest combat force to death.
After a moment of silence, John Senior said, "I've been a soldier for more than twenty years, and I've seen trenches, but they're only used to prevent Mages from bombarding them with concentrated fireball spells, and there's usually only one horizontal line that our cavalry can cross in one jump. But the trenches these Golden Sons made are ten in a row, and even the most powerful horsemanship wouldn't be able to spur a horse to jump ten times in a row, and the distance between the trenches is too short. It can be seen from here that they know how to deal with cavalry. "
"I don't think they realize that this is a way to deal with cavalry. Maybe they just want to dig more trenches so that once a battle breaks out, they can burrow into the earth and escape like rats."
After the young officer finished speaking, he laughed out loud, but no one echoed him, and he quickly shut his mouth in embarrassment.
"The fact that the other side didn't use barricades but used this more secure method means that they've at least learned how to conduct a war." John Senior thought about it and said, "This could be Roland's strategy. He's a Mage and knowledgeable, so it's not surprising that he knows some military knowledge."
The others all nodded in agreement.
Even in a hostile relationship, they would acknowledge the erudition and mystery of spellcasters.
But in reality, this decision was made by Hawk, who was the second-in-command of the guild and often took over command of large-scale PKs in the game, and had also taught himself command for a while.
Using multiple trenches to deal with a cavalry company was a very basic thing.
"Do you have any way to force them out from the docks?" John Senior looked expectantly at the others. "Otherwise, we'll have to fight a long war with them."
Everyone shook their heads.
For a while, they couldn't find a suitable way to fight either.
Four Professions, one Mage, one Priest, and two Warriors.
Two Elites, and the other two Warriors were close to Elites.
And they had the geographical advantage, and in that case, even if they let the infantry charge forward, it would probably be difficult for them to charge down.
Instead, the soldiers would die in large numbers.
After all, the infantry of Delpon really wasn't very good.
Everyone let out a long sigh.
At this moment, a scout who looked like a scout trotted in and said, "Mayor, there's movement from the target. According to our spies, they seem to be in an argument. Two spellcasters left the docks in a small boat. Down the river. "
John Senior's eyes lit up. "Really?"
The scout nodded vigorously. "We can guarantee that one hundred percent."
"Argument is good." John Senior stood up. "Send a message for our navy to rush down from upstream at once and sink those two into the river."
John Junior said with some concern, "Father, I'm afraid this is a ploy."
John Senior waved his hand. "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter even if it's a ploy. As long as they split up, whether it's a ploy or not, it's a wrong move. Splitting up means a dispersion of combat power. Immediately have the infantry and archers go out and surround them. "
John Junior felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't find a suitable reason to refute his father, so he let it go.
The other officers ran out of the study excitedly to carry out John Senior's orders.
And John Senior said, "Boy, help me put on my armor!"
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