MMORPG: Divine Mech Hunter
Chapter 1641 Dalkhan

Chapter 1641: Chapter 1641 Dalkhan

Players are the easiest to fool because they are too realistic. They envy, are jealous, and hateful, but when they realize those feelings are useless, their mindset changes, and that’s when you toss them a bit of bait.

It naturally can’t change the players’ attitude, but it can divert it, easily causing internal divisions among them.

NPCs largely discovered that this trick works well on players, and Li Yao naturally noticed this too.

He was planning to lead the players in the campaign on Daisom; although the players’ army wasn’t elite, they had a fair number of skilled troops.

If he let them keep being jealous of him, it would be very detrimental to the battle against Jessie.

After all, they’d think, we’re fighting for our lives yet can’t even earn a thousandth of what this guy gets, which is very demotivating and would affect their enthusiasm.

At this point, there needs to be a division, not by suppressing the others, but by winning some of them over, creating a stark contrast between the two sides.

Although this doesn’t work on people who are too stubborn, it is effective on players; back in the day, he also enjoyed this treatment, desperately working for others just to gather a little of what he needed.

The Withered Sun Legion are all ace troops, naturally adhering to military orders, and to set a leading example, Li Yao specifically marched on land to keep internal cohesion.

However, players were different; some were enjoying themselves and having fun above with a chance of getting prizes, while others were painfully slogging their way down below, especially those who hadn’t gotten a mount yet—it was downright miserable.

The distance from the Tower of the Windwalker to Daisom wasn’t far, and it was an area already cleared once, so they could reach Daisom without needing to stop.

Soon, a towering dark green fortress appeared in everyone’s sight.

From a distance, it clearly looked like a gigantic valley.

The outermost layer still revealed a faint magic barrier, which was the boundary revealed after activating the barrier.

Daisom forcibly carved a huge valley out of the mountains and constructed a towering military fortress, leaving the influence range of the barrier.

Clearly, the leaders here were deeply aware of the barrier’s terrifying power and knew that as long as the Sunwell existed, it was impossible to completely destroy the barrier, thus they made the effort to build such a massive fortress.

Daisom Fortress had only one wall and one city gate, directly blocking the army’s path, and now the undead inside the fortress were on high alert.

From the Drying Sun, one could see clearly the countless numbers of undead inside the fortress, and on the firm, dark green, plague-ridden stone buildings were gargoyles densely arranged, covering the entire fortress.

"Holy crap, how many undead are there in this fortress, tens of millions?"

"This is insane, it’s giving me chills, heads crammed against heads, only the undead could pull this off."

"Even though most are cannon fodder, it’s still shocking—Withered Sun Legion plus the Lich Marshal’s undead numbered only three million, even adding the players’ army, we’re far inferior to them."

"Although I don’t know the exact numbers, I feel there’s a gap of over tenfold in military strength; this is going to be tricky."

"Damn it, I’m starting to doubt if joining this mission was the right choice."

"Right or not, we have to continue; our reputation is already very respectful, hoping to get mounts after reverence and adoration, and there are other special items. Quitting now would be too wasteful."

From the Drying Sun, players could see the overall situation and were discussing intensely, but the players below could only see countless undead outside the city walls, and even the lowest level ones were elite; they were too numerous to count. Naturally, they didn’t know there were a lot of fearsome undead inside the fortress. In their eyes, these forces were military merits.

The mages of the Withered Sun Legion soon established a three-dimensional magic war model, allowing Li Yao and the other leaders to clearly understand the war and fortress situation.

As the Withered Sun Legion progressed slowly, they also went out of the barrier, facing off against each other in the gigantic gorge.

"It seems Dalkhan has adopted a turtle strategy, summoning so many undead to gather here, clearly intending to defend to the death by overwhelming us with undead numbers," the magician remarked, feeling a bit strained. With so much cannon fodder, killing them all was impossible.

"The outer undead clearly aim to drain our strength or test us, and there are even new soldiers mixed in—those should be the Legion Commander’s nemesis, right?" Morning Wind said.

Li Yao slightly shook his head, "Can he even count as my nemesis? We don’t even need to take action. We’re not in a hurry; after all, Daisom has only one exit, it’s already become a dead city—regardless of their numbers, it doesn’t matter. The command department should prepare to issue mission rewards, let the main forces hold back and rest, giving the new troops a workout. We can appropriately enhance military commendation incentives."

"Indeed, Dalkhan has become a sitting duck; he should be the one worried. Even if there are more undead, there’s ultimately a limit," said the Withered Sun commander.

"Just like that, let’s first exhaust them a bit and clear the path in front of the wall before anything else," said Li Yao.

At this moment, everyone saw a disturbance among the undead in front of the city wall.

A figure cloaked in a magic mantle appeared on the city wall, then pulled back the hood, revealing an extremely pale face, his eyes turning into green soul flames.

He suddenly looked up, glaring at the brilliant Drying Sun in the sky. Seeing this, Li Yao and the others also came to the ship’s side.

The undead smiled cunningly, but his voice resounded throughout the area, "Eh, who do I see here? Isn’t it the royal scribe’s apprentice, Little Morning Wind who likes to cry? How nostalgic, Little Morning Wind, why not cry once more for me to see and let me reminisce about those gradually forgotten days."

A hint of a blush flashed across Morning Wind’s face, but then anger overtook her expression, "You traitor, the kingdom’s elders once held you so highly, treating you as the kingdom’s star of tomorrow, yet you betrayed the kingdom, becoming neither human nor specter, while the kingdom became so tattered and hole-ridden, is this what you wanted?"

"Hehehe, the kingdom’s star of tomorrow, what a wonderful title. The kingdom’s star of tomorrow couldn’t even join the council, couldn’t even lead troops in battle. The kingdom’s star of tomorrow couldn’t even access the Sunwell to research magic. The kingdom’s star of tomorrow fought bloody battles for the kingdom, was captured by trolls, and waited endlessly for rescue. In the kingdom’s most dangerous times, you’d rather trust that lackey, Ranger General Lor’themar instead of me; is this what you call the kingdom’s star of tomorrow?"

Dalkhan became somewhat hysterical, pouring out all his grievances in one go; to him, there was nothing but suspicion and jealousy in the kingdom...