Gate of Amitilicia Online

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It's Einfast Fighting Festival Day early. I wondered what would happen when sudden overtime came in, but I'm glad I made it.

I don't have any problems with my gear and I have plenty of energy. Regardless of winning or losing, today is going to be a fun day.

As we look at the city as we head to the arena, there is more buzz about today's fighting festival. The residents of the city seem to enjoy themselves.

On the other hand, I see the guards moving much more today. I've been patrolling the city to keep it safe for a long time, but I don't really see it this far. Does that mean that people get together because it's a festival, and so there will be noise?

It was a big crowd in front of the arena. The number of guests who came to watch the game, players who came to participate, stalls and squeamishes who anticipated them.

"Wow, you're a fist!

I could hear you calling me in such a crowd. Sounds familiar. And I also remembered the smell that drifted.

When I looked to the voice and smell, there was one stall there. It's a tiochli chicken stall I'm stuck in.

"Grandma, what's going on in a place like this? It's different."

"The demand for stalls increases all at once this time of year. Especially around the arena. Otherwise, there's nothing like a single digit difference in sales."

No, I'm lucky this year, and Grandma laughs. I see, did you open the store here in anticipation of your special needs at the Martial Arts Festival? Lucky, I guess there's a lottery or something.

"So, is Fist a sight to behold?

"No, I mean a little arm test, it's a player frame."

When I said that, my grandma laughed at me saying yes or no.

"It seems the number of Gentiles is quite high this year. For that matter, the Martial Arts Festival will be celebrated. Good luck with the fist. Here."

With words of encouragement, my old man offers me Tiochli chicken.

"It's a sight to behold. Take one. I'll pay for it."

"Thanks, I'll do my best."

I received it honestly because of the generosity. Hmmm, I knew Grandma's Tiochli chicken was the best!

Well, I don't mind until I've finished the reception at the venue. Something's wrong with the vibe. No, there's nothing wrong with the participants. I can see how you're into the battle that's about to begin.

Meanwhile, the staff is more hasty. Did something unexpected happen?

"Oh, Fist."

I could hear Gunhild just watching like that.

"Hey, Gunhild. I didn't think you'd come out that way."

At the end of his voice was Gunhild. Same viking style as before. Being here means she's in the tournament now, too.

"I was hoping I could make some money. Oh, yeah, yeah. Thank you for introducing me to the store. I didn't make it to today's unveiling."

I'll thank you, Gunhild. I told him about the cosplay shop last time. This will make it more and more polished, Your Highness. One of these days I may have to call you Your Majesty.

"So, how about dismantling it?

"Thanks to you. Bovine or brown bear."

What a reliable word to return. Yeah, he seems to be using the skills I've taught him. Above all.

"So, did you stand up for the bounty?

He said he wanted to make it a store with a work place to handle his prey, but could he find a good property?

"Yeah, I've been thinking a lot, and I've decided to move from Zvand to Dorad. There's a harbor over there, and besides Givier, I'd like to treat the fish."

"Oh well. It might not be long before we move to Dorad."

But I let it flow sara, but I guess I'm confident around being able to say I'm making enough money. As much as I envy you.

Then it becomes time while we are talking about a public story that has no other love.

"Thank you for waiting! All participants, enter the arena!

I heard the staff shouting. At the same time, confused voices rise everywhere.

That's what this tournament, first of all, has qualifications. If it's true, we were supposed to decide the combination after this with a scratch. That was the kind of advance explanation. And yet everyone goes inside the arena? Damn, something's really going on...

While confused, the participants follow their guidance into the arena. I just have to follow that flow and move on.

I stepped into the field of the arena. Many people sit in the arena audience, which is circular. However, I was still seeing agitation here, either because the procedure was different from usual.

Eventually, all the contestants gathered on the field. That's a good number if you try this, how many on earth are there?

"The inhabitants of Einfast!

Suddenly, a loud voice echoed. Above the audience, voices from places that are like VIP seats to see. There stands one man, a man with a stern face who looks in his late thirties. Probably a representative of Einfast, or lord. But there's something about it that doesn't fall on your heart. For some reason the man was wearing armor.

"Many warriors gathered this time for the annual Martial Arts Festival! As you guys have been waiting for this day, I've been looking forward to this day too! However, I sincerely regret that this tournament has had to be cancelled!

The arena was dominated by silence. The martial arts festival, canceled?

The blurring spreads. It emerged not only from the participants, but also from the audience, which, taken together, covered the arena.

Man, the lord raises his right hand. It's out of my imagination that the Martial Arts Festival will be canceled just before the event. It was only natural to want to know why, and the blurring quenched in an instant. Wait for the Lord's word. The lord looked slightly bowed down and sighed, but raised his face and told him.

"It was yesterday! The western woods confirmed the demons!

Demons...? There were demons in this world. But that's why the martial arts festival is canceled? That's all?

Like me, I saw confusing reactions everywhere. But there are also contrasting reactions. A warrior with leather armor next to me, for example. The complexion is bad. Until now, the healthy complexion has disappeared and has turned pale.

And the audience. Clearly a different air had been created from earlier confusion. Would it be fear if expressed in a word? I can clearly see it floating. We're players and residents, and there's a big difference in temperature.

"I don't know how big they are this time! But for sure, they're going for this city! Some of them will remember the tragedy of twenty years ago! We must prepare for it!

Twenty years ago... there was a demonic raid at that time. They mean multiple raids. That's what strikes the city. What kind of raid event is that in an MMO game?

"The soldiers are now continuing to prepare for defense! But they're powerful! I want as much force as I can! So now the contestants are here! I need your help!

The Lord's gaze was directed at us.

"I won't force you! But it is true that the survival of the city is at stake in this war! Please, I need your help! And apart from that, I recruit prostitutes! If anyone can help protect Einfast, I want you to help! There are only a few who will join us in the war, but we're going to get paid! It should be noted that those who contributed most to the battle against the Demons will now be given prizes and side awards to the winners of the Games!

It was shortly after that that my voice, including my temper, rose.

"Raid Event Kitter!

"My arm's ringing!

"Call me as much as you want. Oh, no!

It will be the players who are tense about the Demons and their raids. There are several people in the audience as well as participants in the field who are up and willing to. I guess it's because I couldn't participate in the tournament, but I got a chance to win that prize, etc.

"Something's happened to you."

Gunhild sighed as he watched what was going on around him. Totally, and I'll do the same.

"If this is the case, how do we or the players work?

"I'm new to GAO too, so I can't say anything. Maybe the lord gave me directions around here."

When we look at the residents sinking into despair, we wonder whether it will be an event at all. It should be seen as such a threat, but the players are expecting it. To put it badly, I'm not nervous. This is how I think about things from a residential point of view, and I'm probably dyeing the GAO world, too.

But, well, we're gonna have to do what we can.

Demons. The enemies of the people and the subpeople, of the uncluttered heavens,

Appearance is wolf based. They say if you keep walking on two legs and change your arms to people's, it's going to be a general image. Does it feel like a werewolf I used to use in some fighting game? The whole body is pitch-black and only the eyes glow brilliantly red. He said sharp hook claws can also stand on rocks and even pierce metal armor. That's the same with the fangs, and they have a record of full body armor being eaten and torn.

And, basically, they have the exact same figure, but they have special individuals every now and then. He's a fusion type assimilated to forest animals. They say the latter will be the same figure and size as the original animal. In past confirmed examples, bear and deer types. The bear type was also gaining power, and the deer type seemed to have more agility. I guess in some cases snakes, lizards and boars come out.

Then these guys are annoyed. So it's a warcraft, but it's not like a warcraft. Somehow they don't have a nucleus. He said that even if he died, he would disappear after a while, leaving his temper behind. While rampaging around, it becomes a physical threat, and if it dies, it dies and causes air pollution. What a nuisance.

Here are some defenses against such demonic raids:

Out of the four gates, the East Gate leaves the minimum necessary and concentrates its maximum fighting force to the west. Crack some soldiers to the north and south as well.

Expand most of the soldiers outside the gate. When I heard this, I wondered if the main thing would be an interception from above the walls. Naturally some players have the same doubts, and I questioned that, but they say the number one priority in this defense battle is' not letting the Demons mount on the walls'. The reason is simple. The walls don't make sense to their invasion. Anything, they're going to climb lightly. Running on the ground and at a rate that doesn't suck.

And the pattern of their behavior is why they have to. You think there are two types of people that even eat up at the enemies in front of you, and those that divide the weak and target you as a priority? Apparently, the latter largely ignore the combat system and target non-combat personnel as a priority. Apparently, they can't make that decision, and if they can cross the walls, the damage to the residents will be enormous, so it's important to keep them out of the city anyway. There have been raids in the past, so I guess some of the things I've learned from that.

Reduce even the number outside the castle walls, ignore the front lines and the guy attached to the castle walls knocks them off anyway, that becomes the policy. Ranged attacks by flying tools from above the walls, they don't do much good. Even though the appearance is wolf, its skin seems to be pretty stiff. The archers are in tears because the most effective attack is a striking weapon. For that matter, the catapult seems to work. They say if you can pinpoint your eyes, there can be a special blow, but how many snipers can target the eyes of a wolf who walks at full strength... and they don't have any other weaknesses that seem weak.

That's why it's my placement, but above the walls. In other words, kick it off. For once, he is also a stone dropper.

Heavy-duty players and players who are confident even in light attire are on the front line. Gunhild went out to the front. He said he'd remind me a little of the old days, but I don't know what that means.

The Tsukikakagi and their [Iga Ninja Army] are said to be divided into a front line group and an invading demon clan elimination group. The lizard also seems to be in the front line.

Layas is an elimination group. Then the instructors at the training center are the elimination team. That's what I know about face-to-face placement. Besides, it's about Mr. Cornell and the others who are familiar with the trend. They provide backward support with potions and other chemicals. Grandma in the stall should be evacuating to an evacuation site.

The prostitutes from the residents seem to be out quite a bit, but most of them are turned to elimination groups inside the walls and kickbacks on the walls. It would be a reasonable measure because I don't think we can fight properly on the front lines.

Above the walls I use [farsightedness] to see the woods. I still don't see the Demons, but from time to time, I can barely see the birds rushing to fly out of the woods, so I can see roughly which area they're in. Naturally, the soldiers of the sights are checking the situation by using things like telescopes, and the lords will know the situation because the decrees are running gradually.

Well, puffy, I guess, just electronic sound. It's an incoming email. If you think who it is at this time, it was Wena.

"Has the game started yet? I wish Fist good luck out of the distant Dorad sky. We, the ones who embody the silver sword." and give thee no protection. "

Oh, a message of support for the Martial Arts Festival? No, I thought you said you'd send me.

Even in this GAO, silver has the effect of breaking, with particular effect on the undead system. And they say silver swords are often treated as symbols of cutting and expanding difficulties. It seems that the holy sword held by the brave men of the old stories of the world over here is often made of silver or magic silver (misril).

They also adopted the name [Silverblade] from here. That blessing on me would mean winning without losing the difficulty of being a mighty enemy. What a word of support they are.

But things have changed, haven't they? It would have been as reliable as [Silverblade] would have been had he been on this spot, but he had no choice but to be there.

"Currently Einfast has received reports of demonic raids and the Martial Arts Festival has been cancelled. Soldiers, residents and players are united to prepare for interception. I'll call you back when I get caught up."

I just typed that far and sent it.

"Here they come -!

The voice of a soldier in sight. Turning his consciousness to the forest, a black group was gushing out of the forest. A black herd eroding the green ground. That gradually spreads. Quite a few of them I can see right now. We're deploying outside the gate. Approaching the defense - No, if we keep this momentum, we'll line up, we'll outstrip it.

I started the email again and sent it.

"Interception begins. I'll call you when I survive."

Well, I don't know how far you can go, but you can't do damage to people in the city.

I'll do everything I can!