The apprentice of the wizard in red robe led the way in front and squeezed into a train-like vehicle with these mercenaries. The valuable high-quality steel was paved on the ground as building materials, spreading to the end of the road, and was beyond the reach of sight.
Dozens of railway tracks intersected in this transit station, which amazes the nearby mercenaries. The mage apprentice introduced calmly: "The magic train, with a speed of up to 35 kilometers per hour, can transport more than 500 people to the destination at one time."
In just a few minutes, this magical version of the train was filled with fully armed soldiers. Unlike the mercenaries such as the Demon Hunter, these soldiers were just ordinary people, not professionals.
The soldiers had barcode-like patterns on their faces, their eyes were dull and lifeless. They were wearing metal half-body armor produced on assembly lines, and their foldable spears were hung behind them.
"I remember you said that the task of establishing a war group is usually intercepted from the battles that have taken place in history?" The demon hunter looked at the speeding Gobi on both sides and sent a text message to Yang Yuefan: "Why do I feel that the New World is already running on the road of reform and opening up under the leadership of the Witch King?"
"Do you know what is the basic wisdom attribute of a transfer to a mage?" Yang Yuefan crossed his legs. Compared with those ordinary soldiers who were crowded like canned sardines, the carriages of these professional mercenaries can guarantee at least one seat for each person: "On the earth, the average wisdom attribute of player casters is 16 points. Is this because low-level casters account for 90% of the number, and they dragged their legs. Are you qualified?"
The demon hunter glanced at his only 14 points of wisdom attribute and felt that he had no say.
"Do you know what the wisdom attributes of the Witch King are?" Before the Demon Hunter answered, Yang Yuefan threw out an answer: "According to our speculation, the average will not be less than 30 points. Do you know what this concept is?"
The demon hunter looked at Yang Yuefan with a cold face, waiting for the other party to continue to mock him. He planned to test the other party's positioning ability when he saw the insect.
"It means that the other party farts, and they are more muscle-rich than you, and have a brain that lacks knowledge..." Yang Yuefan did not continue to send a message under the gaze of the demon hunter, and changed his description: "Simply put, you are 286, those witch kings are the light of Taihu Lake, and their IQs are conservatively estimated to be 260."
Not mentioning the private conversation between the two, the samurai took out a box of grease from her waist bag and carefully applied it to her weapon [Slaying the Flame]: "Follow this situation, I will not be surprised to see the fortress cannon at the destination later."
This magic car just rumbled past an all-steel fortress. The mage apprentice introduced that this was a defense node in the first line of defense, and their destination was not far away.
The strong man with Indian characteristics was no longer at the moment to play with the female warriors to see who blinks first. Even the steel fortress that was shocked just now could not make him shout: "This must be the miracle of the Witch King."
The strong man was lying on the handrail with a pale face. His weak car attributes were almost written on his face. He was quite proud when he vomited just now, but he was really spitting out.
"Are they all slave soldiers?" Wang Yue asked, looking at the mortal soldiers in other cars. These simple cars were almost semi-open structures, and the scorching wind was passing by everyone: "Will we meet the players of the American Empire?"
"No, I think we are experiencing historical fragments that have happened, before the player enters the game." The Demon Hunter made up a reason casually: "This is a copy of a traditional game. When entering the copy, the system prompted me once."
"But those ordinary soldiers are indeed slave soldiers." Yang Yuefan pointed to the tattoo on a soldier's face and said: "In reality, the US imperialists did not abolish this coding method until sixty years ago and adopted the electronic household registration system."
The soldier who was accused looked like he was in his early twenties, but he was criticized but had no response. His eyes looked straight ahead, as if he had even his thinking had been domesticated.
As another slightly smaller steel fortress arrived, the mage apprentice sitting in front jumped out of the magic car and slammed the car with his magic wand: "Get out, get off the car, get off all, we're here!"
"The No. 370 Soldier Station has arrived!" The red-robed mage apprentice briefly signaled to the mercenaries and led the group of nearly 500 slave soldiers to the metal fortress first.
The No. 370 Soldier Station itself is not big, but to be honest, it is at most a small town.
However, the all-metal structure, the four-meter-high wall, appears extremely solid in the afternoon sun.
The all-metal door was opened with the harsh friction sound, no one welcomed or spoke, and the slave soldiers who were dressed in the same dress on the city wall watched the new reinforcements walk into the station in a uniform manner.
"Haha! What a good day today, another batch of cannon fodder is coming to the door!" A tall man wearing silver-white armor walked down from the city wall.
"Oh? There are still a group of new people to join?" The man in the armor glanced at the mercenary and seemed to be very happy to see them: "Let's have a good chat later. I haven't met anyone outside for a long time."
"These people were hired by Lord Wit. At 3:10 p.m., Lord Wit will arrive here. Do you know what this means!" The apprentice of the wizard took out the parchment from his arms: "Please sign it quickly, I don't want to stay in this ghost place for a minute!"
The man in the armor seemed to have heard something terrifying, and his face was pale and he was distraught to sign his name on the parchment paper.
The red-robed apprentice who had received the signature walked out of the fortress without looking back. The slave soldiers near the city gate closed the metal gate expressionlessly. For a moment, the inside of the No. 370 Soldier Station was quiet.
"So, are you the person in charge here?" The Demon Hunter took the lead in breaking the silence and asked in front of the man with armor.
"Yes, that's right, before 3:01 in the afternoon, I was indeed the person in charge of this place." The man in the armor glanced at the mercenaries in front of him: "Let's go, guys, find the place you like to avoid the summer heat. You can eat whatever you find."
"What happened!" Xu Yichen pressed the man in the armor and said, "We came here to earn a high commission. We don't want to spend our lives in a daze. At least we will introduce our enemies to us?"
"The mad cow doesn't ask what the enemy is! No matter how many enemies are!" The strong man who replied to his condition after getting off the car roared: "The mad cow only asks where the enemy is!"
"Shut up!" The female warrior glanced at the mad bull, and the other party shut his mouth decisively.
Chapter completed!