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Chapter 1259: Run!!!
The Red Dragon rebels, which had been stagnant, began to move, rushing towards Camelot like a wave, with noise and cries of killing everywhere.

The first shot of the war came from Merlin, who controlled King Uther. He raised the scabbard of his sword towards Camelot. Ordinary people who grew up listening to the stories of the Eternal King and believed in the red dragon formed a militia and launched a charge.

They were extremely terrified, and their hands holding their weapons were shaking. King Uther shouted to encourage them, telling them not to be afraid, and that the knights wearing red dragons would protect them.

The militiamen rioted and charged towards Camelot in a disorderly manner.

Rather than being full of awareness, they looked more like rolling stones on a mountain. Someone pushed them from behind, and they rolled down the slope, unable to control themselves. It seemed as if even their spirits were not their own when they launched the charge.

The players wearing red dragons were pushed forward. No one was pushing them, but the number of militiamen was too large, so they were also swept forward.

"King Uther?" Morgan frowned and looked at Blaze, who was already equipped and ready to intervene at any time.

"Merlin is pretending to be King Uther," Theresa explained. "He used King Uther's blood to cultivate a body to stabilize the morale of the army and collect faith energy."

"Really?" Morgan's expression remained unchanged, but his hand was holding the Sword in the Stone.

“He acted quite similarly, almost exactly the same.

......"

"Fuck you!"

An irritable red dragon rebel player raised a huge cannon towards King Uther on the spot and launched a siege-level artillery attack.

King Uther raised the scabbard, and a fierce fire entered the scabbard. Then he drew the sword from the scabbard and swung it towards Camelot.

The flames turned into a huge arrow and shot towards the apology emoji.

"Look! The strangers wearing red dragons are helping us tear apart the usurper's illusions and smash the rotten walls!"

"S!H!I!T!"

Blaze jumped up and landed between the flaming arrows and the emoticons, then drew out Gungnir from behind and threw it at King Uther.

Once a target is locked onto by Gungnir, no matter what is in the way, it will be penetrated.

Gungnir was like a flash of light, piercing through the flaming arrow and heading straight for King Uther.

King Uther immediately raised the scabbard of his sword. This moment was a duel between the strongest shield and the strongest spear.

The scabbard continuously absorbed the impact from Gungnir and transformed it into the power to sharpen the sword. The surface of the scabbard only had ripples, but the sword in the scabbard began to hum, and countless cracks crawled all over the sword.

King Uther's expression changed and he made an unexpected move. He simply moved the scabbard away and let Gungnir pierce through his body, turning half of his body into charcoal.

The militiamen noticed this action and their expressions changed. King Uther was their spiritual pillar. Once this pillar collapsed, they would be buried by the rubble.

King Uther trembled as he raised the arm holding the scabbard, his body slowly regenerating under the power of the scabbard.

"I am blessed by fate as the one who possesses the scabbard!"

The militiamen were full of fighting spirit, their reason was gradually swallowed up by impulse, they clutched their crude weapons and charged madly towards Camelot.

The Red Dragon players had no choice but to follow, not noticing that their Red Dragon cloaks glowed a faint red amid the militia's roars.

All their attention was on the players in Camelot City, and their expressions were tense.

From the launch of the server to the present, in the large-scale war activities carried out by players, the enemies and teammates are all players. They will be resurrected after being killed. Occasionally, there are NPCs following, either in very small numbers, or they are also blessed beings who can be resurrected.

But this time, the number of NPC militiamen who will not be resurrected after death is several times greater than that of players, and almost includes all the civilian NPCs from various city-states in the Third Kingdom region.

Once a player starts killing people, it will really be... a killing spree.

They prayed that the players on Camelot would not launch a massive attack. If they did, they would have to do their best to offset it, but could they do it?
It can't be done!

After all, they never thought they could overthrow Camelot from the beginning, they just gathered under the [Red Dragon Recruitment] as if they had found an outlet for venting.

To be honest, there aren't many big-name players among them. Most of them are at the bottom of the rankings, and some of them aren't even at the maximum level. Their role is to occasionally show up in super-large world quests and serve as a background board.

The players standing on Camelot were summoned by the Fairy Kingdom, and any one of them could wipe out a large number of them.

How could they possibly protect the militiamen next to them from a player of this level?

"Damn it, what should I do?"

A Red Dragon player clenched his fists. He wasn't even at the maximum level, but the little girl dressed as a militia next to him looked at him uneasily. She looked like someone who was forced to move forward.

"Ah!" The little girl was squeezed, lost her balance and subconsciously reached out her hand to him.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment.

He often watched the replays of many major events and fantasized about becoming the protagonist, but he knew he couldn't do it because he had no luck, let alone the ability to grasp luck.

So he just felt envious, but some stories made him jealous.

There were more, little stories shared by all kinds of players, and he should have, could have been part of them, and that was something he could do.

The world is full of stories that need protagonists, but he is always thinking about the competition in the knight rankings. Faced with stories that need him, he lets go and climbs meaningless towers.

"Damn it!"

The red dragon slapped the little girl's hand away, then jumped hard, and rushed out of the crowd with attributes that were much stronger than those of these militiamen.

Instead of running away, he rushed in the direction of Camelot.

If fighting is unavoidable, then just rush faster than the militia.

Those players on the city wall will only aim to attack the more dangerous red dragon players. As long as they rush fast enough, they can separate the players and NPCs in a chaotic state.

"Hit me this way!"

The running of one person alerted the Red Dragon players, and they immediately accelerated. The entire ground, which had become dim red due to the infiltration of militiamen, suddenly became bright.

They separated themselves from the militia and rushed towards Camelot, only to become a more conspicuous target.

The whole process took only a few minutes. Even if both parties realized that something was wrong, it was too late for them to communicate through chat groups or forums.

But the players lying on the city wall understood what they meant.

"Formation No. 3!"

The cloaks on the walls of Camelot changed color, and emoticons saying "I like you" appeared on the walls.

This is probably the emoticon prepared by the Red Dragon rebels when they decide to forgive the Everqueen's tyranny, give the Everqueen another chance, and end the war.

The Red Dragon players who were rushing forward desperately didn't know whether to be touched that he actually understood their intentions, or to complain that he actually prepared such an expression.

"Okay, the enemy already knows who it is."

Blaze raised his hand and Gungnir fell into his hand. He raised the magic spear and aimed it at King Uther in the distance.

"It's you!"

(End of this chapter)