Surviving The Fourth Calamity
Chapter 142: The Intense Battle, Player’s Commentary

Chapter 142: The Intense Battle, Player’s Commentary

The swordsmen of Black Rose no longer struck up a conversation and charged out, slashing with a wave of their swords.

"Is this a fit of rage? Did you come out to throw your lives away? You’re quite united, standing by him in death!"

He had just proudly spoken a few words when he saw the gates of Lord’s Mansion swing wide open, and tens of thousands of swordsmen charged out.

Sweeping through the wastelands, they perished together, then resurrected and regrouped. Some took the tunnels, others the main entrance.

"I fucking knew you had people hidden!"

"Why bother with any last words?" Universal Sky Net said disdainfully, "Aren’t you dead already?"

"So you’re calling him a little bitch! Just a trash talker with only his mouth!" Hill remembered this one was called Good Girl’s Male Swordsman.

"So sour, aren’t you annoyed!" The swordsman with the shortened name spoke again after resurrection, "Let’s see how long you can hold out with these more than ten thousand people!

If you can, keep throwing yourselves out here!"

"Now that I must say!" Brother Guai interjected, "If you can, come and attack us inside!"

The swordsmen planned only to use their ultimate moves, so they’d let their skills cooldown during trash talk.

The defenders hadn’t arranged for any knights, probably prepared to hole up inside from the start.

The attacking knights were circling around to the back of Lord’s Mansion to break through the walls.

The mages did the same, just standing behind the swordsmen, striving to cast skills in hopes of breaking the mansion’s defenses.

Hill watched amused, noticing that in a war between players, it was the swordsmen who dominated.

In an environment where damage and defense were equal, was it all just about burst damage?

The problem with mages wasn’t their damaging capabilities but that they couldn’t distinguish friend from foe.

Mages who couldn’t aim had mostly switched professions. But for most, during such group fights, ensuring every spell hit only the enemy wasn’t guaranteed.

So they either defended or used control skills.

The only ones attacking were targeting the heavily populated Lord’s Mansion.

Many players complained about why only in instances there was immunity within the same faction. Hill had heard this many times over the year.

Because even gods can’t manage that!

That so-called instance is all virtual, so of course there are no problems. In the real world, if the God of Time and Space could perform such a miracle, He would’ve become a Creator God.

Ultimately, William’s principle was that you could complain, but he was after a realistic game setting, and he would not change it.

While these players fought fiercely, the mainstream mostly stuck to quests, instances, and storyline.

But, spread across three vast nations, millions of players hardly made a dent.

Only those who grouped up for these battles could deeply impress upon the natives what it meant to have strength in numbers.

Hill estimated that the deities watching over this place were all baffled by now. What the hell was going on?

To the Undead Tribe, what really mattered was beyond anyone’s comprehension.

In the Lord’s Mansion of Black and White Path, the mage players began to use shields.

This greatly boosted their enemies’ confidence; it showed that the mansion’s defensive formation was failing to hold.

But soon Little Bitch started cursing again: "Hiding so many mages, huh! Snow Cloud Peak hasn’t been annihilated, has it?"

"Are you actually stupid?" Good Girl retorted, "If they were all wiped out, wouldn’t you all have to log off?"

"Look at your bright red names!" Universal Sky Net asked incredulously, "If they were all to be wiped and come back, wouldn’t you have to turn into blank slates and rush to Cortez for quests?"

They were turning red for this surprise attack on the territory?

If they couldn’t successfully smash the pot of Black and White Path, what a price to pay, how would they pacify their gang members?

Hill sensed that several players had stealthily entered his Forest Array and were now trying hard to climb trees.

"Wonder if Hill will kick us out?"

"We’re not here to kill him, so probably not? They’re picnicking nearby without any trouble, right?"

"Black and White Path is the lord of the land, and Black Rose has always been more than friendly with Hill."

"No worries, see those Earth Elementals aren’t stopping us, they’re still fixing the wall. Hill’s always been known for his good character~"

"Isn’t there always someone filming Earth Elementals? I remember there’s a name: Let the Earth Elementals Bear It, Repairing Walls Amidst Battle Must Be Ugly."

"I know it’s better if Snow Cloud Peak wins, but what a ghostly anticipation for them to suddenly appear!"

"Love watching the big fight, right? And what ghost?"

"What should I title my livestream?"

"The Covenant of Time and Space: Taking You to Witness the Blitz!"

This was the first time Hill had heard the game’s name! An invitation from the God of Time and Space?

So, this was what they called a war correspondent in the game? Hill decided to just let them be.

Feeling a bit tired from all the watching, Hill relaxed under the beech tree, sinking into the lounge chair, ready to listen to the live commentary.

"Looking at it now, about 80,000 members from Doomsday factions have arrived, with heads held high anticipating reinforcements, and over 100,000 more,"

"Right, after all, the factions like Wenjian and Long Wind Arises came with not many. Black Rose and Magic Cult had basically left half their people to defend their territories."

"Isn’t their city one that can’t be attacked at will? Within national borders, the territories can only be acknowledged by William, and changing hands through attack is impossible."

"That’s what you don’t understand, these two sides have been enemies for many years, aiming to harm each other regardless of self-benefit!"

"No wonder Wenjian, typically staying out of these matters, has thrown itself into the embrace of Snow Cloud Peak. The losses must be enormous!"