The battle plan has been formulated, and there is a clear direction for doing things, so let's wait for Akbar's siege signal. Look at the progress of the sea in the territory, comfort the growth of Meriel, chat with the little girlfriend, and keep an eye on the city gate from time to time, time is very boring.

Jamuri, on his part, wandered around the city altar with excitement, and his expression gradually became a little constipated.

As the power source of the entire city's teleportation array, it is certain that the altar is heavily guarded. He originally thought that as the captain of the city defense team, he wanted to do something on the altar, even if it was heavily guarded, there was a chance.

The reality is that there's no chance of doing so. Destroying the entire altar is not a small job of banging and beating, wreaking havoc under the noses of NPCs, how blind are NPCs?

"Then we have to wait until it's time to change the guard?" He was depressed.

The city defense force is in two shifts a day, and it is replaced in turns, and the law of NPCs, as the captain of the city defense team, no player knows better than him. After looking at the time, there were still several hours before the next shift, and even if he waited for the change of defense, he was just a little chance in the short handover process.

If you want to destroy the altar to the point where it can't be used, it will take at least half a month to have a short chance to do things twice a day.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt the egg scratching fiercely, remembering that he hadn't taken a bath for several days, and the egg might be really scratching, not the illusion of impatience, so he scratched while scratching, and scratched more and more.

"NPCs asked for it as soon as possible, and they didn't want to wait for two days, let alone two weeks. And there are other players pushing the progress, and if I can't keep up, I'm just going to be left behind. He was entangled, he definitely couldn't be dumped, and he was counting on this time to give it a go.

Unable to keep up with the progress of the NPC, only the Emperor Shakti knows when the next opportunity to change his life will be.

After much hesitation, he decided to go to the city gate to meet the NPC first, and explain the situation, maybe the NPC has a way. The task is advanced to the point where the player's manpower cannot interfere, and that is the NPC's business.

In the distance at the city gate, when checking the situation for the sixth time, Dawei's vision keenly captured a player with a head bag like an explosives bag, although there are many players coming and going at the city gate, but according to Ah San's habits, the more virtuous and respectable a person, the bigger the explosives bag wrapped around his head. According to this custom, so is Ah San's equipment.

As the captain of the city defense brigade, Akbar was the administrator of the detached pauper, and he was well-armed, and the explosives bag on his head was particularly conspicuous and easy to distinguish.

"So fast?" Dawei is happy.

I thought it would take a lot of time, but I didn't expect Ah San's players to be so fast.

"It's still saved, it's not hopelessly stupid, a place as heavily guarded as the altar can be done so quickly, maybe you can send some assists when the siege battle begins."

He immediately returned to the dream space, convened an all-staff meeting, and issued an order to prepare for battle.

Joan of Arc said, "My lord, I ask to participate in this battle and clear the evil!" ”

Don't make trouble, you're not a saint anymore, you have a fart relationship with the evil, and it's only right to honestly sit under the tree to recover your strength and get back to your peak state.

"The next battle is not only to face a powerful city lord, but also to fight with a god-level powerhouse, your strength has not yet returned to the peak, and you do not have the ability to participate in the battle." He dismissed it without even thinking about it.

Joan of Arc insisted, "My lord, I have a new understanding of strength, and I need to sublimate in battle, and I ask to join the battle!" ”

"System prompt: Your quest [Recovering Strength] triggers the side quest [Brand New Strength], yes/no acceptance?"

Also triggered a quest? Joan of Arc is not joking? He was stunned, and the task was triggered, so is there room for refusal?

[New Power]: Learn from the path of the strong, comprehend new power, and get a stronger new life.

After reading the mission introduction, he basically knew it in his heart: "It should be a hidden mission, under the normal advancement of the task, it will not be triggered, but because of the Eternal Spear, it has become the reason for the trigger." ”

He clapped his hands and said, "Okay, since your desire to fight is so strong, then I will allow it, but when you fight, you have to do what you can!" ”

hasn't developed yet, don't wave too much, wave yourself to death.

After counting the troops, determining the list of NPCs that will fight, and scheduling the equipment, especially Joan of Arc, as a seed-level key protection object, specially borrowed the blood-seeking four-piece set from Galateaana to forcibly arm a mid-level rudimentary bloodsucking field.

He said solemnly: "I will be the first to attack the city, and I will be ready for the battle sequence at any time!" ”

"Yes, sir!"

Compared with the last siege battle, the strength of his account has not grown by a star and a half, but it still does not feel easy. There are many factors that will determine the trend of a battle, and there are many factors that will have an impact, especially in siege-level battles, which often involve the mobilization of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of units, and it is not impossible that the crushing situation will be defeated because of a small mistake in the overall situation.

"That's the charm of siege warfare! Whether it is the attacker or the defender, whether it is a disadvantage or an advantage, everyone has no score in their hearts when fighting, and everyone is worried that the battle trend will change in the next second. If you lose, then the whole city is cold, and the feeling of fear is old and exciting! He laughed and went into stealth and took off with his flying skills in motion.

Rising high enough to determine that the ground forces could not carry out an effective attack, he quickly dived down to find the first strategic target of the city grain depot overlooking the whole city.

As the altitude continued to drop, he was surprised: "Is my vision delusional because of the rapid decline?" ”

The grain station, the primary strategic target, is constantly getting bigger in his field of vision, and it is not a building that can be described by a warehouse at all, but a continuous group of buildings, because it is too dense, and it is a house overlooked.

"Hahaha, Comrade Lao Ha didn't disappoint my brother! With such a large granary, how much grain do you have to hoard, once you win the battle, it is equivalent to winning half of the battle! He quietly landed on the roof, "If it weren't for the strategic importance of grain, why build such a huge granary?" ”

"You have to quietly enter the warehouse, steal food secretly, and carry it as much as possible before the NPC reacts!" He scanned his vision, looking for an entrance to the warehouse.

The first step of the airborne landing had been realized, and he suppressed his excitement and patiently observed the patrol situation of the grain station on the roof. He didn't start acting immediately, but calmly observed the enemy situation, this kind of death is like the wind, often accompanied by the bohemianism and courage of my body, Song Meinu couldn't help but get nervous, I have to admit, it's too exciting!