About a hundred kilometers to the north of Winterwind, a group of players were galloping on their horses.
The Final Exile Guild, which was formed by a group of old geeks, was rushing over through the night.
Narudo, chairman of the guild, turned around and shouted, "My falcon has seen Winterwind from the sky. Everybody, hurry up. We have to dig a gold mine before most of the players do. Remember, don't get into direct conflict with others. Don't enter the city. Even if you are killed and resurrected in the city, you must not attack. We're here to make a fortune, not to kill people. We'll just put the gold in our Backpacks and grab as many as we can. Understand? "
"Understood!"
"Got it!"
"Got it. Guild leader, don't repeat it so many times. You're a super motorcycle!"
Listening to the different accents of the different provinces behind him, Narudo felt rather helpless. These members were good at everything, and everyone was friendly to each other, except that they lacked motivation. They were lazy in everything, and their leveling speed was even slower. Most of the people didn't want to participate in the plan to rob the mine. He had to spend a lot of effort to persuade them to come.
"No matter what, if we want to snatch food from the tiger's mouth, we must be prepared …"
Narudo suddenly felt that something was wrong. Hunters and their pets had a special spiritual connection. Although it wasn't as close as the connection between Mages and their magic pets, it wasn't that far off.
He subconsciously looked up and found his falcon flying down crookedly and landing on his shoulder. It tucked its head under its wings and looked quite scared.
What's wrong?
Narudo subconsciously looked back. Then, he was dumbfounded and swallowed hard.
Behind them, there was a group of white cavalry that was rapidly approaching them.
The cavalrymen were so densely packed that they could almost stand next to each other. The white-armored cavalryman in the middle of the front row even carried a golden sun flag with a white background.
These cavalrymen were lined up neatly, blocking the entire road. It was as if a white iron wall was being pushed forward from the rear. Moreover, the line was extremely long, and one could not see the end of it.
They were all heavy cavalry. Their horses were draped in white armor, and so were their riders. They wore white square helmets that covered their entire heads, leaving only a slit for their eyes.
In the middle of this cavalry legion, there was a golden-armored warrior with a pair of golden wings floating in the air. His entire body was emitting a golden halo that covered a relatively large area.
All of the cavalrymen within the circle of light rode their warhorses without making a single sound. At the same time, their speeds were quite fast.
The heavy-armored cavalry ran at the speed of light cavalry.
There was also a Red Dragon circling above the white heavy-armored cavalry.
Looking at the black dragon and the warrior who was emitting golden light, Narudo knew who he was.
The president of F6, Schuck.
"Move to the side, move to the side."
Narudo shouted. Everyone from Final Exile immediately rode their horses to a small forest by the roadside and waited.
Not long after, the heavy cavalry army silently galloped past them.
It was a very strange feeling, a strange sense of incongruity.
It was as if a long high-speed train was passing by in front of him at high speed, but there was no rumbling of the ground shaking, no whistling of the wind. It was like watching a silent movie.
The members of the Final Exile Guild felt a little flustered.
Fortunately, the cavalry did not pay any attention to them.
After waiting for nearly two minutes, all the white-armored heavy cavalry finally ran past them.
A long time after the ghost-like heavy cavalry left, the members of the guild walked out of the woods.
A member remarked, "What's the background of that legion? I didn't know that the NPCs had such a strong army."
"It must be the Temple Knights of the Church of Light. They're the strongest force." Narudo exclaimed, "I saw the Golden Sun Flag, and they were accompanied by Saint Samurai. They must be going to Winterwind. The Saint Samurai's Silent March truly deserves its reputation. There's really no sound at all. "
"So, the Church of Light wants the gold mine too?"
"You're kidding." Narudo clicked his tongue. "The Church of Light and the Church of Life are the two largest sects. They have about the same number of believers and the same territory. They don't need to dig gold mines at all. The tribute that their believers pay every day is already unimaginable. Neither of them is short of money. "
Another member asked, "So, they're going to stop Silver Wings and Jalan Temple?"
Narudo nodded. "Probably."
"Then it seems that we're hopeless. The Church of Light will definitely protect the gold mine whether or not they occupy it." A member shrugged and said, "Are we still going there?"
"We can go to a show if we don't rob them. Don't you want to watch a show?" A girl said with glittering eyes, "We can watch how the handsome Saint Samurai beats up the bad guys."
Narudo felt that the girl had a point too. It would be interesting to watch the NPCs fight the guilds of players.
"Follow me." He waved his hand and continued running to Winterwind.
At this moment, Roland was still on the hill. His magic power had mostly recovered. He was considering whether or not to rescue a few more civilians from the city, when he saw a silver line emerging from the horizon in the north and moving toward him at a high speed. Roland also saw the hovering red dragon in the sky.
"Schuck is here." Roland looked at the golden-winged light spots floating in midair and laughed. "This boy is really impressive. He's probably the only one who can lead an army now."
When Schuck arrived at the gate of Winterwind with his Temple Knights and blocked the gate in a battle formation, two white lines appeared on the skyline in the west and the south respectively.
The two white lines came very fast and reached Winterwind very soon. They were also two legions of heavy knights in white armor.
The three legions of Temple Knights joined and surrounded Winterwind.
Roland was almost ten kilometers away from Winterwind, so he could only see a white, glittering ribbon that formed a circle around Winterwind.
It was quiet on the hill, except for the sound of the wind and the rustling leaves.
Roland waited in silence.
Very soon, a golden light curtain enshrouded the whole of Winterwind.
Roland said to himself, "Are they trying to trap the people of the two guilds in the city and not let them out? Or are they trying to protect the civilians? "
While Roland was speculating, green streaks of light suddenly fell from the sky right above Winterwind. They covered a large area, and several of them even landed right in front of Roland.
Roland extended his hand and touched them, only to discover that they were illusions.
Then, in the green light, two white spots slowly descended from the sky and floated above Winterwind.
Roland was too far away to see what the two white spots were, but he could guess who they were.
They should be two angels.
Roland was relieved. The angels had finally shown up. It seemed that the incident would be over soon.
He wondered what kind of punishment the players whose Evil Value exceeded the limit would receive.
Roland thought for a moment and opened the forum.
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