Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 1586 - 48: The Chief Attacks

Chapter 1586: Chapter 48: The Chief Attacks

The dry gravel ground was moistened with fresh blood, and the shattered corpses were strewn all around like they had been savaged by wild dogs.

"Everyone retreat from combat." Dantai roared, abandoning the idea of pursuing a victory to enlarge the battle results, knowing well that Europeans were not kind-hearted, and a surprise attack could be looming.

The Europeans had a large number, and they had already locked onto their prey with their Electronic Eyes, thereby suppressing the Africans as soon as they appeared.

At times like these, one doesn’t necessarily need to choose a wounded prey. The compatibility of abilities is even more important, as it makes the fight much easier at the moment.

"You take them back to the camping ground, I’ll stay behind." Tang Zheng, sinister in his thoughts, didn’t leave after withdrawing from the battle circle. He knew that as long as he stood there, the others would be distracted during the fight, not daring to give their all, which would greatly increase the chances of them getting hurt.

"Be careful. Mu Nianqi and Jiang Xiuming will stay; everyone else, withdraw." Dantai hesitated, but in the end, he chose not to bring the bodies of the combat fatalities.

Team Warhammer didn’t suffer any losses, because during the battle, with more of their own people, they could look after each other, but the other smaller teams weren’t so lucky.

The Africans, realizing that the Warhammer Team was tough to chew on, naturally picked on the softer targets. Consequently, others suffered misfortune; a total of eight people died, including four from English second-order, but in comparison, more Africans died.

"Group Leader Tang, would you also like a share of the loot?" The French Group Leader of course noticed this little issue and wanted to drive Tang Zheng away.

"No, I am just appreciating your valorous performance." Tang Zheng picked up a stone and played with it in his hand.

Jiang Xiuming understood the glance Dantai gave before leaving and immediately got the hint, then he started to engage in battle, bombarding those Europeans in a stalemate with his mental attack. Their opponents were not weak; naturally, they would not miss such a chance for combat advantage, which led to significant casualties.

"What are you doing?" The European psychic type sensed Jiang Xiuming firing strong mental waves, and immediately demanded an answer.

"Helping you guys!" Jiang Xiuming’s words were insincere as he fiercely attacked a European male, causing him to lapse into a momentary daze, and then he was beheaded by the African Group Leader.

"Stop, your help is not needed." The Group Leader couldn’t be sure of Jiang’s target since psychic power is invisible and colorless, only having fluctuations. Nevertheless, he could guess that these people definitely would not offer help voluntarily.

"Too much of an outsider." Jiang Xiuming was polite in words but relentless in action; due to him, the Europeans’ combat power was weakened by at least ten percent.

In the end, the situation of the battle didn’t change. Fatties like the Great Leader, who were of English third-order, wearing top-notch props, naturally became the prime targets, and the French, with their numbers advantage, secured the most spoils of war.

The Germans and Swedes, failing to read the situation, were chased away by the arrogant French even before they could loot the corpses, after killing their opponents.

"How can you do this?" The Swedes complained.

What responded to them was a disdainful French sneer, almost as if they were ready to take them down if they argued further. Realizing the danger, the Swedes quickly shut up and the frustration they felt was more unpleasant than being constipated for three years.

When looting the indigenous Africans, Tang Zheng claimed half. After joining Dantai’s team, their strength was not to be underestimated, and the Europeans dared not make the situation too stiff.

The coalition team continued on its way, but this time the rift between them deepened.

"It seems the Natives are no longer of any use. Can’t she still use her abilities as usual?" Dantai let the red-lipped woman experiment, and without a slave, her abilities were not restricted, except for her equipment.

"The Germans are also unaffected; is there a problem with the Trojans?" Xu Biyun frowned, racking her brains for a bug.

As everyone was clueless, a long-absent Trojan announcement suddenly resounded.

"A bunch of idiots. Can’t you see this is a trap set by the enemy Trojans? And yet you’re still killing each other!" Communication was finally restored, and Silver unleashed a torrent of abuse.

"What’s going on?" The red-lipped woman was astonished.

The migrating team stretched out long, so not all the survivors were gathered together. Tang Zheng picked up a telescope and looked; it seemed they hadn’t received the announcement.

"Stop looking. Blue and Red, those two dummies, are not as good as me. Only I have broken through the firewall and gained partial control." If Silver Trojan had a face, it would undoubtedly be smug at that moment,

"I should have thought of this earlier; it seems you did indeed lose your permissions." Dantai sighed.

"Hmph, stop talking nonsense and get on with the mission!" Silver didn’t want to dawdle, "Of course, if other Trojan teams die a bit more, that’s not too bad either."

"Is this mission set by you? Give us a hint, it’s too tough." The red-lipped woman took the opportunity to extort.

"How could I choose such a pointless Theme World?" Silver disdained, "This game was purely initiated to send you to your graves."

"Who exactly seized your permissions?" Tang Zheng’s eyes shifted, "Another Trojan from a different plane of space?"

"You’re asking too much." Silver Trojan refused to answer.

"If someone has seized control, why not kill us directly instead of playing this superfluous game?" Xu Biyun couldn’t figure it out.

"Hmph, as long as it’s a Trojan, there are some rules that must be followed. Otherwise, do you think you could have survived until now?" Silver Trojan burst out in anger, "A bunch of idiots, you haven’t cleared the level yet and still need me to save the day."

"Then why don’t you just teleport us out of here? It’s not like you’re the one who set up the game anyway," the woman with red lips didn’t want to fight.

"Impossible, the game has started, it can’t be interrupted, but I can reduce some task difficulties within my scope of permissions," Silver Trojan replied impatiently, "Damn it, there’s another invasion happening, put in more effort, I need to withdraw first."

"Hey, don’t go, how are Qin Yan and Lu Fan?" Tang Zheng wanted to ask about his companions, but got no response at all.

"What is this? All useless nonsense," the woman with red lips wished she could kill Silver Trojan.

"Forget it, with its damn nature, it definitely won’t give us any extra care," Dantai seemed to take it more lightly as he experimented and found that the restrictions on equipment and abilities had been lifted.

"Mission Objective: Kill twenty chieftains, or kill the Great Chief!"

The beeping of the wristwatch announcement sounded, and the Silver Trojan really had changed the mission.

"Now it’s better, it doesn’t matter if all the Natives die, carrying these burdens, I’m almost annoyed to death," the woman with red lips breathed a sigh of relief, her Group Leader had died, and she didn’t know what to do next.

"Don’t jump to conclusions too quickly; take a look at the next part," Pang Meiqin pointed to the interface.

"Please note, the more Natives you own, the more your Conqueror’s attributes will be enhanced. If you want to kill the Great Chief, with your level, you need at least one hundred thousand Natives!"

Silver Trojan provided a shortcut, which definitely wouldn’t have been the case in the past.

"The Great Chief is that strong?" Jiang Xiuming stroked his chin with a serious expression.

"It is said to be a fifth-order British," Tang Zheng relayed information he heard from Yu Qingqiu, which scared everyone.

"Damn it, why even bother? Just concede, a fourth-order British can nearly cause our team annihilation," Jiang Xiuming, a Senior Third-order British, knew a lot of insider information.

"Is a fifth-order British that powerful?" Bai Guo believed Tang Zheng to be the strongest, even a fourth-order British was nothing.

"Nonsense. All of the Trojan Room Conquerors added up make only one fifth-order British," Jiang Xiuming licked his chapped lips, "Bingxu, ranked second in single-player strength worldwide, and Vasily, ranked third, are only fourth-order."

"Who is that fifth-order?" everyone showed a gossip-hungry expression.

"Some guy from the European region, nicknamed ’Old Monster’, but nobody has ever seen him in person," Mu Nianqi seemed to know quite a bit, "It’s said that he’s lived for more than three hundred years."

"That’s impossible, right?" Xu Biyun couldn’t believe it, "Wouldn’t that make him from the Qing Dynasty? No, someone from the 17th century?"

"That’s why he’s called ’Old Monster’. Probably because he entered the Trojan Room that he’s lived so long," Jiang Xiuming sighed, "He’s become immortal. But he has to fight in the game every so often, I’d rather die than be him."

"It seems then, we should just focus on killing chieftains, but judging by their strength, they are probably also third or fourth-order British level, which will not be easy," Jiang Xiuming sighed. There were many in the Warhammer team, but they lacked high-end combat power; during Boss fights, both he and Dantai would be much less effective.

"Don’t worry, with Brother Tang here, there won’t be a problem. He can instantly kill a third-order British," Bai Guo worshiped Tang Zheng blindly.

"There must be a limited number of chieftains, try to grab as many kills as possible," Dantai got excited about the plan to put on Power Armor and hunt for chieftains, but the condition that having more Native slaves could strengthen one’s power also held him back from taking action.

The pride of the Silver Trojan did not last long; within half an hour, Europeans also received tips from the Blue Trojan.

Undercurrents surged, the Conquerors eyed each other hostilely, undecided about what to do, when the attack of the Natives arrived.

Three chieftains riding Giant Pterosaurs, with a body size comparable to passenger planes, flew past in the sky, casting huge shadows on the ground. Spotting their prey, they immediately turned back and dropped javelins.

Boom, boom, the impact of the javelins on the ground created effects akin to those of a Heavy Cannon strike, scattering the dust, leaving big pits with a three-meter radius.

The appearance of the Pterosaurs drove the Natives into despair. Panic spread, after all, only chieftains of ten-thousand-strong tribes had the right to own such flying mounts. Years of accumulated prestige meant they didn’t dare to resist, and many even kneeled down proactively, begging for forgiveness.

The Pterosaurs lowered their altitude, and the powerful Wind blasted from their wide wings was like Blades, directly tearing the Natives’ skin. The flames spewed from their mouths raged through the crowd, turning them into living torches.

The wails on the vast wild and the sound of burning flesh and fat composed a melancholic symphony of death.

The Great Chief was ready to exhaust the prey, but the chieftains thought otherwise. Now was the golden time to hunt, they needed to stockpile food, otherwise, they’d go hungry in the winter, so they couldn’t wait any longer and volunteered to fight.

The confident chieftains, with their strong Pterosaurs, believed they could end the battle in one day.

The French and Chinese benefited from their large numbers, avoiding being the first to be attacked.

The chieftains weren’t stupid; they knew to pick off the weakest first. Armed with bone Curved knives and long spears, they jumped down from the backs of the Pterosaurs into a whirlwind of gore and bloodshed. (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to qidian.com to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)