The countdown of the 10 minutes of peace had approached the end. 30 more seconds before the all-out war between 5 teams.
Other teams prepared their strategy. Their leaders took their role seriously and made a plan for how to win this event and get the glory.
So planned to move together, and so planned to spread out and kill players who got separated from the group. All kinds of strategies were talked about to see the pros and cons.
Two groups planned to send spies and scouts to find other teams and launch a surprise attack. Everyone was serious about finding the best tactic.
anwhile, Team 3 was slightly different from the others. Following a leader who could be called the type of 'screw plans and march forward', everyone's morale was pumped by a speech.
"Rember! When you et an enemy, gang him up! Punch him! Bash him! Stab him! Chop him!
Show him no rcy and instill fear on them!"
"Ou!"
"Repeat after ! We will march together and make a commotion! Bring the enemy to us! Screw hiding. Screw plan! We will kill them all!
Let's sing it!"
"Ouuu!!"
"Let's go!"
As soon as Max shouted that, the countdown reached zero. He walked on the side of the 100 people crowd. The strears were in the front and the back, becoming the beacon and leaders for the march.
What was better than a normal Viking? It was a trained Viking. People might think that marching together like an army was useless. But it wasn't true.
Having teamwork would prove to be useful in this kind of all-out war. So… Max devised an idea. He rembered a video of an army marching in the past and decided to use it. While the viewers might not be able to work together perfectly, that was still fine.
What was important was giving them a sense of belonging to the sa group. As long as they could work together a little bit, they would definitely win. What they needed wasn't a leader that commanded them.
No… They needed a sergeant. A demonic drill sergeant who made them do sothing they couldn't refuse.
And so…
"I left my ho! To fight the war!"
He began to sing loudly as he brought them down the mountainous slope. Everyone repeated what he sang and walked at the sa pace with the sa leg. If one person moved using their left leg, the others would follow suit.
— Naaaahh!!
— How, Breeze?! Just how! What can't you do? Assembling an army? Viking Army?!
— This is a nut. They began to sing following him lol. And look at their marching!
— Breeze: I am not a leader! I am your superior!
— Go go army! Go go army!
— As soone who loves watching an army, this is new to . Marching like that is hard lol
It was an unbelievable sight for a newly created group. This was only possible because of Max's charisma, his viewers' trust in him, and the other viewers and strears didn't want to ss this up.
"The day I left! Our family cried! They thought that we! Would surely die."
Team 3 arrived at the base of the mountain and entered the white forest. The path leading to the clearing In the front was clear of any obstacles.
"But who are we?! We're no cowards!"
Everyone was so spirited. They began to raise their weapons, ready to strike anything at sight.
"We left our loved one! In our house alone… Seeing we leave! Made them cry so hard! Right march!"
The group turned to the right as Max saw a plain in the distance.
"We kill them all! To show we are fine!"
"… show we are fine!"
"No matter what! We will survive this war!"
"… survive this war!"
The morale was really high right now. So even swung their weapons in the air. And as he was in the middle of singing and marching…
"Stop. Enemy spotted!" Max inford the other as he noticed a group of people, around 20, appeared in the distance.
Without hesitation, he commanded the group.
"Go!"
"Ouu!"
"Hu ha! Hu ha! HUUUHH AAA!!!"
"KILL THEM ALL!"
Like people under brainwashing, 100 people rushed at once, weapons in hand. They didn't care about casualties. The fallen comrades would respawn after a minute.
Max led them. He was running in the frontmost, followed by the girl strear from earlier, whose na was ArcherGirly, and FreakingNoob. He looked at him and nodded, which was responded to by a nod back.
The enemy in the distance was caught off guard by the incoming train of 100 people. Their leader, or what seed like chosen as the group's head, imdiately issued a command.
"R-Run!"
Usually, it was a logical choice to run when chased by 100 people. But this ti, it was a mistake. Why?
Because Max was fast. Before the group could even reach the enemies, he was already close to them. He threw an axe and it made a beautiful arch in the air before it stuck into the back of the enemy's head, killing him imdiately.
A red rectangle appeared on top of his head. A skull symbol was drawn in the rectangle, a sign that the player was dead.
At the sa ti, it appeared…
[Team 3 1 point!]
A notification rang in Max's ear. He grinned and leaped forward, taking the axe he threw earlier. Following that, the two that followed right behind him had arrived and began to chase after the running enemies.
The arrow flew in a straight line and hit one player's body, causing him to stumble from the pain. FreakingNoob rushed faster and stabbed his chest with a sword to deliver the final blow.
[Team 3 1 point!]
Another point was received.
"Oooh! Kill them all!"
"Don't let them run! GO GO GO!"
"We kill them all! To show we are fine!"
The group arrived after that. They began to confront their enemies fearlessly.
Knowing they couldn't run away, the enemy leader imdiately told them to at least get a kill. Swords t against each other, and the blade t with flesh.
Max didn't need to interfere in this fight. He watched from afar with a content expression. His underling followed his plan perfectly. They didn't engage in one versus one fight and used numbers to overwhelm the enemies.
As a result, the enemies were annihilated pretty quickly. Team 3 gained 25 points from the fight and Team 1, which they just confronted, only got 2 points from a lucky kill. The unlucky two were caught off guard and got stabbed by the enemy's blade.
After they finished, they made lines like an army once again.
"We lost 2 people, but we managed to kill 25! That's an achievent." Max praised them with a smile, "Just as planned, the dead will stay in the safe zone until we lose 50 people. After that, FreakingNoob or ArcherGirly, whoever dies first, will take command of the dead players and move as a different team."
"Yeah, I know," ArcherGirly responded, her tone was softer than before. She had to admit that the man standing in front of her made a good leader.
And from Max's words from earlier, he never considered himself to make a mistake and die before FreakingNoob or ArcherGirly. He was that confident.
"Great, let's follow that plan. Those who died later will convey it to those two idiots who died a foolish death."
This was a plan that protected smaller numbers while still able to move as a large group. This way, they could still kill enemies and maintain their defense.
"We will rejoin at the base of the mountain just right after that. For now, let's continue our march! Magots! Repeat after ! WE LEFT OUR HO!"
"We left our ho!"
They began to march once again, trying to find another group of enemies.
"To join this war!"
"To join this war!"
No one was afraid. Feral grins decorated their faces. Even the strears were affected by the energy that Max gave off.
In response to that, Max viewers were left flabbergasted.
— What the heck did I just see?
— This is Viking's Era, right? Why do I feel like Breeze is making an army?
— It's unreal… No, how? There are only 40 of us there, but he managed to make the strears follow his words
— The charisma he brought is just on another level
— Breeze at the start: Sohow… sorry. Breeze now: HEAR YOU LITTLE MAGOTS! I am your freaking leader. You follow !
— I want him to call maggot… Haaa… I am just a maggot…
And so, the death army moved to find other prey.
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