Chapter 174 Night Battle


    The battlefield was a scene ofplex strategy, orchestrated by the coboration of three servers: Paris, Cairo, and Bangkok. A meticulous n had been crafted, and it unfolded with precision.


    In the initial phases, the n unfolded as follows: The Roman forces, superior in theirbat prowess, were given the upper hand, allowing them to triumph in the early shes. The French yers capitalized on this, leveraging the opportunity to target and eliminate thousands of barbarians during their retreat.


    Following this stage, a calcted countermove was executed. Thai and Egyptian yers,unched their offensive just as the Roman leaders were strategically drawn away from the central battleground. This tactical maneuver ensured that yers from the Bangkok and Cairo servers had their chance to engage the Romans and tip the scales in their favor.


    As night descended upon the battlefield, the dynamics had shifted dramatically. Amidst the carnage, only 2,000 Roman legionnaires and 8,000 barbarians remained, locked in a desperate struggle against a formidable and newly risen force of 15,000 undead.


    The scales had shifted dramatically, and the battlefield had be a nightmarish arena of survival and annihtion, where the undead outnumbered the living, and the oue remained uncertain amidst the chaos.


    In a grim turn of events, to ensure the safety of the yers and to execute a critical part of their n, the French yers had prepared an extensive amount of oil, discreetly hidden beneath a bed of dried grass across the field before the battle even started. This preparation hade about through a cooperative effort between the support teams of all three servers.


    As the battle continued, all yers were instructed to withdraw to designated safety zones and wait for a prearranged signal. Axel Arnebout, the French noble overseeing the operation, watched the battlefield with a sense of satisfaction. Pride swelled within him as he observed the unfolding strategy.


    With a sense of purpose, Axel drew his bow, ignited an arrow, and released it into the night sky. The zing arrow served as the signal for what was toe. In response, all yers—both Egypt and Thai— followed the cue with their prepared fire arrows.


    The night sky above the battlefield was quickly adorned with a mesmerizing, firefly-like constetion of me, as arrows and torches ignited the oil-soaked grass below. What had once been a battleground of tumultuous conflict was now consumed by a relentless inferno.


    Minutes psed before n reached the scene, and as he did, the night was still aze with chaos and destruction. The undead and humans writhed in the inferno, their anguished cries merging into a chilling chorus of despair. The fields were in a state of pandemonium, with hundreds of terrified individuals frantically attempting to escape the encroaching mes, and thousands meeting their tragic end.


    Artorius, could not bear the horrors unfolding before him. He cried out in agony, his voice a desperatement, and without hesitation, he hurled himself into the midst of the ze. He aimed to rally and rescue as many of his men as possible from the clutches of the relentless fire.


    "NO! Artorius, don''t!" n''s voice rang out in an urgent plea, his attempts to stop the man proving futile.


    As n watched the brave knight charge into the inferno, he couldn''t help but acknowledge a grim truth. The fire, while devastating to humans, was notably less effective against the undead. The brilliant n to engulf the battlefield in mes had the potential to backfire swiftly, and the consequences of their actions remained uncertain amid the relentless chaos.


    On the northern side of the battlefield, 700 Bangkok yers and 300 from Cairo stood witness to the roaring mes, their eyes alight with excitement as they watched their Gamelink interfaces blink with notifications of earned points and experience. The thrill of victory was tangible in the air, and cheers resounded through their ranks.


    However, the jubtion was short-lived. Their collective exuberance gave way to apprehension as a horrific sight unfolded before them. Emerging from the zing inferno came hundreds of [zombie warriors]. Their charred, scorched bodies were barely recognizable, yet they were undeniably animate, driven by a relentless hunger for carnage. The undead warriors advanced, threatening to ravage anything in their path.


    On the southern side, a simr dread-inducing spectacle transpired. Hundreds of [zombie knights] appear from the smoke, charging relentlessly at the escaping Roman soldiers. The scale of the undead onught was staggering, and panic began to grip those who had initially reveled in the congration''s aftermath.


    Amid the chaos, Captain Thierry, themander of the French army, was struck by surprise and uncertainty. He turned to Axel for advice "Mister Axel, what should we do now?"


    In response, the French nob;e maintained an air of calm resolve and offered a rallying cry to his troops. "Do not falter," he dered with unwavering confidence. "There were only hundreds of them, and they are at the end of their health! Keep fighting and get more points!"


    With a single sentence, Axel managed to reignite the spirit of the French yers. Fear and doubt gave way to determination as they quickly rallied and prepared to confront the relentless onught of undead hordes.


    Firearm shots rang out, weapon strikes, and spells were unleashed with renewed vigor. As Axel had predicted, the undead, their health already depleted by the earlier inferno, proved to be easier targets. The rewarding satisfaction of each sessful kill spurred the living yers on, motivating them to press forward despite the unexpected esction of the battle.


    Although the number of undead was more substantial than initially anticipated, it was still a manageable fight, especially with the unexpected assistance of hundreds of Roman soldiers who had rallied to join the fray. Theirbined efforts created a formidable line of defense against the encroaching undead horde.


    Yet, it was as if the game''s mastermind knew the yers'' strategy and adapted to it. The sky overhead grumbled ominously, and rain began to pour down. The sudden onset of rain felt inexplicable, and frustration reverberated among the yers.


    "What! This is a joke!!" Axel eximed, voicing the disbelief at the situation.


    The falling rain came with an ominous twist. As the mes were extinguished by the downpour, thousands of undead warriors and knights, their ranks swelled, marched relentlessly toward the yers on both sides.


    Amid the torrential rain and the relentless advance of the undead, an unexpected and chilling event unfolded. A shrieking sound pierced the air, emanating from the top of the northwestern hill. All eyes turned to witness a lone rider whose eyes seemed to glow eerily. The sight of this figure sent shivers down the spines of those who beheld it, and anxiety coursed through the ranks.


    n certainly knew who it was. The figure was the Necromancer, the one responsible for all the undead rising.