All the people come to the world of Western Fantasy Lords. At the beginning, everyone has a main city, and 99% of the people cannot survive the first few waves of night attacks.
Some people start with high-level troops, but cannot dispatch them due to lack of leadership; some people start with only weak murlocs, which cannot even resist the Goblin invasion.
Lin Qi looked at the low-level soldiers in his hands without panicking at all.
Because he has ten years of experience in strategy games.
During the day, he led troops into the ruins of the ancient battlefield, searched for resources, picked up equipment, and used very low battle damage to snowball development; at night, he defended the city and used a small number of troops to catch the strange tide. While others struggled to hold on, he became richer the more he defended.
Just when Lin Qi was hoarding resources, training elites, and planning to live a stable life as a local emperor, the system announcement resounded around the world:
[With less than 100 million surviving players, the second phase begins——]
[Multiple lords are randomly matched every night and bound to defend the city. If the main city of any party falls, all members will be wiped out.
Lynch:? ? ?
The next day, World Channel completely exploded.
"Boss, help! Thunder beasts are attacking the main city underground!"
"Hold still, the tenth team of judges will send reinforcements immediately."
"Father! The black dragon destroys the child's air force with one breath of dragon breath!"
"Gold Fleet, start the jump."
While Lin Qi was commanding his ten legions to fight fiercely on the cosmic battlefield, the trumpet sounded throughout the server: "Everyone, move the main city to my territory and attract all the monsters."
"This wave, I took it all."
