90 FARM! FARM! FARM! (1/2)
Although it wasn't surprising, seeing as they were way beyond the other Nations, Luna was still surprised with how much ease they were able to farm these Peasant-class and even Soldier-class beings.
”At this rate, our soldiers would have leveled up beyond 50 and they still wouldn't have come close to even reaching our walls,” Sura maintained her vigilance, but obviously relaxed a bit more.
How could she not? Even after the landmines were all used up they still had their Mage Army. It should be known that they were the only Nation with exceptions. Not only were they able to raise Mages, but they also had the remnants of the Elven race. The <Sovereign Nation> had more Mages than the whole world combined by a long shot.
This was due to the fact that almost everyone either chose to be a Strength-Vitality or a Strength-Agility type. Those that were enticed by the thought of being Mages, in the beginning, were surprised when they found out that they didn't learn skills automatically like in MMORPGs. These same people were soon slaughtered.
Unless one had a group that was willing to protect them and power level them, being a Mage on the onset of the new world was a practice in futility. Of course, there were situations when an attractive person decided to become a Mage and had people that were swooning over them and helping her out. The rarest occurrence was when someone had the right spark of inspiration at the right time to comprehend an Anito through a mixture of pure chance and talent.
While the <Sovereign Nation> was busy farming EXP, the rest of the world wasn't having as smooth of a time as they were.
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<Nation of Texas> - Galveston Coast
”Apollo! We need reinforcements on the Western walls!” Goose, the closest friend of <Texas Nation>'s leader was struggling quite a bit.
This was due to the fact that they didn't have nearly enough Mages to keep the Peasants at bay. Not to mention that they were in a more urban setting. They didn't quite have as many choke points to work around with as they were not separated by various islands like in the Philippines. Luckily, they didn't have to worry much about the South as there was only water there, with most of the aquatic mutant beasts were either killed or wary about approaching the coastline.
”I'm sending reinforcements over, Goose! Hold on for as long as you can! Sooner or later we'll have gained enough levels to make this a bit easier for ourselves!” Apollo replied back.
The rest of the other Nations in America were experiencing the same thing. They were also banking on the same thing. They were trying to minimize their losses as much as possible before they leveled enough from the Peasants and Soldiers.
Thankfully this first wave that was merely probing their strengths had enough Peasants in the millions to help them level. The Generals did not wish to risk going in and dying. After all, they themselves had no idea what hidden traps would await them. They were comfortable just letting the Peasants wear down the various Nations.
Those who efficiently cycled through their Army would come out stronger in this initial battle. Those who didn't would see their numbers dwindle bit by bit.
”It's a damn good thing we managed to regain the trust of the Dark Elves,” Apollo communicated to Goose.
”Even better. We actually followed their suggestion to relocate here in Galveston. I can't even imagine having to defend four walls,” Goose replied.
Once they saw the signs of the next phase, Apollo personally went to visit the Dark Elves to apologize. To show his sincerity, he hunted down the remnants of the racist men and women who offended the Elves and let them do whatever they wanted with them as they saw fit. The Elves realized that they would be hard-pressed to defend themselves later on, so they agreed.
They liked Apollo, after all, which made negotiations easier. Especially after learning that the African-American people experienced the same degree of racism they had experienced in their previous world.
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”Jiang Zihao! How many more must die! If we don't work together, we'll suffer many losses!” The Chinese government's leaders tried to trigger the young University student's guilty conscience but to no avail.