The statue of Roland, standing outside the royal city, is located by a lake.

The statue, completely made of silver-white sand, is protected by rules, cannot be destroyed and moved.

The statue is about three meters high. In the statue, Roland is wearing a very ordinary magic robe, with his hands on his hips, looking up at the sky forty-five degrees, with a strong literary atmosphere.

What's even more terrible is that there is a large, exaggerated "golden" basin at the feet of the sand sculpture.

In fact, it is a copper basin. Because it has not oxidized yet, the copper is golden.

After Roland finished watching it, he deeply felt the malicious intentions of the game production team.

Sand sculptures, big broken bowls used for begging are the kind of rich people!

This is a spoof.

As for what to say...insulting people? Roland has his own opinion.

The game development team creates this sand sculpture. All magician players must learn passive blue-return skills. They must get the statue before throwing money in.

Conservative estimates are that Roland can get at least 10 or 20 million soft sister coins. If you assume boldly, hundreds of millions of dollars are possible.

In other words, the game development team directly gave Roland tens of millions or hundreds of millions of dollars. What's wrong with creating a spoofed sand sculpture?

Besides, Roland felt that the development team had some profound meanings.

If you find a bug, you can get tens of millions, and the money will still be borne by the players, such as the sheep. Even if most people are jealous, as long as a small number of people feel that Roland has taken advantage of it, they must go online and post more posts to bring the rhythm. For example, Roland has a py transaction relationship with the game company, or a relative and acquaintance of the game development team, etc., use this method to make money from players.

Although most people don’t believe it, as long as a small number of people believe it, it will be a troublesome thing for Roland.

It will also have a certain impact on the game company.

Roland probably helped the game to design the statue like this, just to make most players who pay to learn their expertise smile and unknowingly reduce their disgust towards Roland.

Of course, this is just Roland's personal guess.

Shaking his head helplessly, Roland felt a little sad that he knew that the title of "Shad Dice" must have been bound to him in the future.

After reading the posts, everyone started eating hot pot.

"The cooking skills in this world are very poor. Most of the things are very unpalatable. Even the big meal we had at the city lord yesterday was not very delicious." Hawk is now very big and his food consumption has become much larger. He ate hard and said, "It's better to make it ourselves."

Roland picked up a piece of meat and put it on his plate, sighing: "Most people can't even eat enough, so how can they study how to make it delicious."

"I think it's a matter of race talent." Link was very gentle in eating, chewing slowly, and occasionally blocking his mouth with his hands when he was eating and talking: "For example, even if the Sun Bulu Island Country has been rich for so many years, he has never seen them make the food delicious."

The other three people laughed at the same time. In the real world, there are a few things that everyone has no problem with hacking together, and it is a recognized source of happiness.

For example, the cooking technology of the island country that does not set sun.

The tram gentleman in Fusang country, etc.

The food was indifferent. Soon everyone ate the food in the pot, leaving only some soup base.

While picking his teeth, Hawke asked, "Roland, how do you think they will deal with us?"

"We get together, they will definitely deal with it carefully. But here is the problem. Roland pointed to the city wall in the distance. Because of torches on it, the towering city wall seemed extremely tall and majestic at night: "After all, our pier was built on this city. If they don't fight us head-on, it will block our right to enter and leave the city. Do you think this pier must exist?"

Hawke nodded: "This is also something I feel worried about. Even if the people from our guild come in a few days, they will not let us enter the city. If any travelers who come ashore from our pier will not enter the city, our pier will be built in vain."

Jeter said naturally, "Isn't it over if you attack in? It's just a lord of a city, there are more soldiers. We can be resurrected, and if we kill one, we will lose one."

"But the problem is that we have learned the nameless." Roland said lightly: "The task system is very metaphysical. According to my personal intuition, it will always release some tasks that tend to be more kind-hearted. Even if dozens of professionals from the Blade Wing Guild come over and can capture this city, isn't that no different from robbers? Do you think the system will release a task called "Eliminate the Fallen Gamer" or something."

Jeter felt a chill when he heard it.

He himself is a player and knows how terrible it is to be that kind of force that will not stop until the task is released and the task is received.

No matter how powerful the Blade Guild is, it can compete with hundreds of thousands of players?

It would be strange if all members of the guild were not shunted to level zero.

Hawke was a little unhappy: "Can we just have to defend passively?"

"Not necessarily, we can try fishing law enforcement!" Roland smiled.

Hawke's eyes lit up: "Oh, Brother Kong Ming, will you come out?"

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In the castle, Old John and Little John sat face to face, and beside them, there were some young officers standing.

The flames in the fireplace were burning, illuminating everyone's faces.

Amid the crackling sounds from time to time, Old John said: "Now the Son of Gold has completed the assembly in advance, and they have dug many trenches two or three meters deep near the dock, one by one. As for ten, they formed a semicircular trench array, protecting their dock, and war horses are absolutely unable to rush through. Moreover, they also put wooden boards on the trenches, and ordinary people can walk around at will, but our war horses are definitely not good. If they carry people too heavy, they will collapse when they walk up."

Several young officers showed disgust: "This is a method that only cowards have. Those golden sons have no chivalrous spirit. War should be upright. What's the point of limiting our cavalry with this method?"

Everyone looked depressed.

They knew very well that they could only say this in front of their own people. It would be strange if the truth was passed outside and they would not be laughed to death by other nobles and lords.

If Old John's tactics were really upright, he should have been the king of heavy cavalry and would not have been equipped with crossbows for the cavalry.

This kind of playing style is obviously a kind of "coward" they call.

Especially Old John, he thought that his light cavalry was invincible in the world, but the other party dug a few trenches and limited his strongest combat power to death.

After a while of silence, Old John said, "I have been fighting and leading soldiers for more than 20 years and have seen trenches, but it is only used to prevent magicians from bombing with intensive fireball techniques. Generally, there is only one horizontal line, and our cavalry can pass by just one jump. However, the trenches made by these Golden Sons are ten consecutive. No matter how powerful the riding skills are, it is impossible to ride a horse and jump ten times in a row. Moreover, the distance between the trenches and the trenches is too short. From here, it can be seen that they know how to deal with the cavalry."

"I don't think they realize this is a way to deal with the cavalry. Maybe they just want to dig more trenches. Once a fight occurs, they can get into the earth and escape like a waste."

After the young officer finished speaking, he burst into laughter, but no one attached to him, and he quickly closed his mouth awkwardly.

"The other party did not use his horse to resist the horse, but used this more secure method to show that they had at least learned how to fight a war." Old John thought for a while and said, "This may be Roland's strategy. He is a magician, knowledgeable, and it is not surprising that he knows some military knowledge."

Everyone else nodded in agreement.

Even in hostile relations, they acknowledge the erudition and mystery of the caster.

But in essence... this decision was made by Hawk. He is the second-in-command of the guild. He often takes over the command of large-scale PK in games and has also taught himself the command for a period of time.

It is a very basic thing to deal with the cavalry company's trench.

"Do you have any way to force them out of the dock?" Old John looked at the other people expectantly: "Otherwise we will fight a long war with them."

Everyone shook their heads.

They couldn't get the right method for a while.

Four professions, one mage, one priest, and two warriors.

Two elites and two other warriors approached the elite.

Moreover, they fought against the advantage of the territory. In that case, even if the infantry was allowed to move forward, they would probably be able to rush down.

Instead, the soldiers will be killed in large numbers.

After all, the infantry in the Del Gang City is really not good.

Everyone sighed deeply.

At this time, a scout who looked like a scout trotted in and said, "City Lord, the target has moved. According to our eyeliner observation, they seemed to have a dispute. Two spellcasters left the dock in a boat and went down the river."

Old John's eyes lit up: "Really?"

The scout nodded vigorously: "We can guarantee this 100%."

"It's a good argument." Old John stood up: "Send a message to our navy immediately rush down from the upper reaches to sink the two men into the river."

Little John said with some concern: "Father, I'm afraid this is a plan."

Old John waved his hand: "It doesn't matter, even a strategy doesn't matter. As long as they separate, whether it's a strategy or not, they are wrong. If they divide the troops, they will disperse their combat power. They will immediately let the infantry and the archers go out and surround them."

Little John felt something was wrong, but he couldn't find a suitable reason to refute his father, so he just thought about it.

The other officers ran out of the study excitedly to carry out Old John's orders.
Chapter completed!