The MTs who had been called out immediately spread out.
The mobs were pulled in groups, and the healers went to heal the Main Tanks. The crowd control classes would also help control the rhythm, and the AoE classes would cover the area of effect damage. Even though the monsters in the Plaguelands had been greatly strengthened, they still couldn't withstand this level of skill coverage.
Groups of mobs rushed forward, but their movements were restricted and they were covered in skills. Even if some of them managed to break through, the Warriors would pull them back.
This was not inferior to the tactics of the army.
Solomon was ashamed to realize that he had underestimated this motley crew.
In fact, the cooperation of the players was much better than that of the NPC army.
First of all, the NPC army did not have voice commands. They relied purely on roars. The general roared, the herald roared, the orderly roared, the lower-ranking officers roared, and so on. In the end, no one knew what the orders were.
They could not keep up with the timeliness.
Secondly, the NPC soldiers only had one life.
How could they live and die like the players? From start to finish, they were still the same people. It was hard not to see them. How could they not be in sync with each other?
Finally, it was the mentality of the players.
They had no fear. They would only obey the orders of their commander unconditionally.
Even the bravest NPC soldiers would have to mentally prepare themselves before they would be willing to sacrifice their lives.
Of course, it would be a different story if the system had set the NPC soldiers to have 100% teamwork. At least in Dawnlight, every NPC soldier was commanded by their own brain.
"For the glory of my teacher!" Anglish roared.
He immediately let out another Soul Howl. Obviously, he knew that the situation was far from good. Even if this group of powerful individuals wasn't tied down by the undead minions, and many of them were sent out to lessen the pressure on him, this wouldn't solve the root of the problem. The enemy had far too many people.
Some of the undead outside couldn't squeeze in, and the ones inside were stuck. The enemy was obviously going to deal with him, the Demilich.
Why?
Why did they do this? The battle had just started, why did they start with the Demilich?
In the Scourge's headquarters in the Plaguelands, he wouldn't even be in the top ten. No, he wouldn't even be in the top twenty.
Why didn't they give him more time? As long as his strength improved, it wouldn't matter even if there were twice as many people today. As long as he became a real Lich, he would be able to ask for help from his new mentor in the depths of his soul.
Instead of howling pitifully like a wild beast.
Only at the moment of his death would the one who presided over the ceremony feel the end of his life.
Even if he was avenged in the end, he would still have to leave this beautiful world.
Unwilling!
"Beware, the Boss might be enraged. Hunters, get ready to use Tranquilizing Shot." Lu Li immediately ordered the Hunters to attack when he noticed that something was wrong with the Boss.
That's right, a fury that was about to burst out was immediately forced back.
When a few big moves failed to save him from danger, and when the number of Undead coming to his rescue decreased, Anglish's last bit of anger disappeared, and what was left was only despair.
And resentment!
Not only did he hate these people who came to end his glorious life, but he also hated Kel 'Thuzad, his new mentor. Why did he send him to complete such a low-level escort mission? Why didn't he just promote him to a Lich?
As his life came to an end, this resentment and unwillingness finally reached its peak.
There was a loud bang.
The Lich that was originally only left with bones turned into dust, and a white shadow shot up into the sky, flying towards the sky above the Plaguelands.
"Oh no, the Demilich's transformation will be here soon. Let's go." Solomon rushed towards the carriage and was about to move the boxes on it. When he saw that everyone was still standing there, he was so anxious that his eyes almost turned red. "Hurry up and help move the boxes. Are we waiting for the Great Lich to come and kill us?"
Lu Li seemed to understand what he meant.
"You mean someone will come later? The Lich King? Or Kel 'Thuzad? "
"I don't know. The key is who held the transformation ceremony for him. No matter who it is, we won't be able to defeat them." Solomon's voice was trembling.
"Why are all these boxes full of quest items? F * ck," Lu Li checked and realized that something was wrong. There were eight boxes in one carriage, and all of them were quest items. He couldn't even open them, so how was he supposed to split the items for himself?
"Look at the situation now, and you still care about these things? Help move them away, there are so many of you," Solomon said angrily.
"F * ck you, if you don't give us the potions, then wouldn't we have worked for nothing?" Shameless Lu could not take it anymore, and with a fierce expression, he roared, "Let's split the things first, I guarantee that your things will be delivered to the camp safely."
He had just tried to put the quest boxes into his backpack, and each box took up one slot.
Even if there were ten times as many boxes, the five hundred of them would still be able to take all of them, not to mention that there were only thirty-two boxes here.
"Alright, alright, alright, I'll give it to you first," Solomon was shocked by Lu Li's ferocity. He instinctively thought that if he didn't give Lu Li and the others a reward, he would probably follow in the footsteps of the Demilich.
In truth, Lu Li really did have this impulse. Of course, it was just an impulse. He wouldn't kill his own allies for some unknown potions. Even though Solomon's HP had not recovered from being killed by the Demilich, he would probably be finished off in a few minutes.
However, Lu Li had really put in a lot of effort for this operation.
This was the cost of five hundred elite players, not five hundred ordinary players who could earn a lot of gold just by doing something. They could even go to the beginner's village to train.
In order to save time and finish the battle quickly, these five hundred people had all taken potions.
Potions for five hundred people was a huge sum of money.
The Canmeng had already started looting the equipment, and judging from the little girl's expression, it seemed like they had gotten quite a lot.
He was just putting on a show. Even if he couldn't get a share of the potions, he had to at least make Solomon bleed a little. Any reward from a noble officer would be enough to earn them a lot.
However, to Lu Li's surprise, Solomon actually opened the box that Lu Li thought was a quest item.
There were a lot of bottles and jars inside. Lu Li picked them up, and they were all quest items.
Damn the whole zoo, you win!
"Oh my god, this is such a vicious potion. This can't do, this has to be destroyed … This is okay, I think you might be able to use it … Oh, I've finally seen this potion. Haha, the Count will definitely like it …" Solomon had already forgotten the fear of the Great Lich and was immersed in the joy of looting the equipment.
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