Chapter 224 Final Battle 5

Chapter 224 Final Battle 5

[30 minutes left to survive]

"There is no way we can kill this thing!! It keeps healing up!!" exclaimed Poe, the prominent figure leading the convict team.

The desire for extra rewards fueled the players' determination to defeat the necromancer—an essential objective for the current round. However, the situation was reaching a critical point. Most players had successfully entered Camelot Castle, leaving the undead hordes to swarm the entire city, intensifying the boss battle at the town's center.

"They have overrun the east gate; more hordes will arrive here!" shouted Merle, who kept a vigilant lookout. Despite the escalating threat, Axel did not call off the players and continued their efforts to eliminate the two undead bosses.

Vicky, engaged in a close battle with the boss, teetered on the verge of giving up. Her morale plummeted, particularly since the French noble had assumed command of the fight. She was prepared to call for a retreat when Rose's voice cut through the chaos, shouting, "It's Alan!! He is still alive!!"

Alan swiftly leaped between the rooftops, his agile movements bringing him to a vantage point where all veteran players could witness his return. As he landed, a murmur of both surprise and relief spread among the battle-worn fighters.

The Wolverines, elated at the sight of their leader still alive, and Axel, the French noble, couldn't help but chuckle in amusement. "How many lives do you actually have?" the noble inquired, his tone laced with both surprise and mockery.

Alan paid no attention to the remark, his focus shifting to a familiar figure leaping towards him. It was Rose, her face expressing genuine relief before trying to explains the situation.

As Alan surveyed the battlefield, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of admiration for the collective strength of the 70 players—veterans and elites from four different servers—fighting together in unison. Despite the onslaught of incoming hordes and the resilience of the two formidable bosses, they managed to maintain an effective fighting formation.

The Lich King stubbornly held onto 70% of its health, proving to be a resilient adversary. Meanwhile, the Abyss Knight posed an even greater challenge, its special defensive skills preventing players from reducing its HP below 8%. The constant healing from the Necromancer only added to the difficulty of the task at hand.Follow the latest novels at novelhall.com

Alan swiftly ordered all players to kite the two bosses and the surrounding undead back, instructing them to slowly regain their stamina and spirit points while saving the cooldown of their active skills. He continue analyzing the situation and coordinating with the players. The tension in the air was palpable as they prepared for the final, decisive battle to save Camelot.

As they reached a small clearing with the castle wall behind their backs, Alan declared, "This is it! We're going to make our last stand here!"

The chosen location not only added a few dozen ranged fighters positioned on top of the walls to the equation but also prevented the units from being surrounded from two sides.

With efficiency, Alan allocated each player's placement and tasks. The player with the highest defense, Captain Amon, would be in charge of tanking the Abyss Knight, while the second strongest, Marcus in his werewolf form, would tank the Lich King. All ranged fighters were to focus on shooting the two undead bosses, while others were given tasks to guard the perimeter.

The tension built up as Alan's strategic direction set the stage for the final confrontation.

Despite the grumbling from some players about the perceived decrease in their individual contributions by being assigned to guard the perimeter, Alan quickly reminded them of the primary objective—quest completion. The strategy was straightforward: prevent the undead soldiers from reaching the Necromancer. Three dozen players, renowned for their melee prowess, moved past the two formidable bosses and positioned themselves strategically to intercept the incoming hordes.

[18 minutes left to survive]

Time flew quickly, but Alan maintained strict discipline. He ordered a concentrated attack to ensure both undead bosses were brought under a specific health threshold, preventing them from recovering prematurely.

[Abyss Knight - HP 6%]

[Lich King - HP 51%]

"Alright, it's time! All out attack!!" Alan's command echoed across the battlefield, rallying the players for a final, decisive assault.