Before this, Fang Jin actually wanted to kill this evil god projection and try his luck to get the territory stone in advance.
But now, the fishman priest seems to have sacrificed his life in exchange for the projection to reset the location of the cross-dimensional arrival, and is therefore no longer subject to existence restrictions.
After much deliberation, it seems that this is the only possibility.
But in this case, Fang Jin's previous method would not work.
If you want to completely solve the water crisis and settle this murloc village, there is only one way left to kill Mellon's projection.
At the end of the journey, we still have to face this alien god.
After making up his mind, Fang Jin recruited two thieves and asked them to summon the four deputy leaders from the other two fronts.
The fish people huddled in the village couldn't help cheering and cheering when they saw that the human attack seemed to be frightened by the projection of the gods.
However, they were severely injured and did not dare to attack for a while.
They could only hide under the protection of the projection and confront the human professionals from a distance.
The noisy battlefield fell into silence for a short time.
A moment later, Fu Chengjian and others rushed over after being summoned by Fang Jin.
Seeing that almost all the masters of the Savior Guild retreated and stood next to Fang Jin, several deputy leaders probably realized the seriousness of the problem.
"In the fish-man tribe, what happened just now?"
Fu Chengjian had the highest status among the four and was the first to ask.
"That's the projection of the abyss tentacles I told you before.
It was originally under the magic circle in the upper reaches of the Baishan River, but was forcibly summoned here by the fish-man priest for rescue."
Fang Jinyi explained the matter to the four deputy leaders in a concise and comprehensive manner.
Then, the expressions of the four people changed.
The gods in the twilight plane sound very difficult to mess with, let alone a level 60 existence.
They were only at level ten, so they couldn't imagine how powerful level 60 was.
If the battle hadn't been fought like this, a lot of sacrifices had been made, and humans and this murloc tribe were already mortal enemies, Fu Chengjian and the others might have thought of withdrawing directly.
After weighing the situation with a gloomy expression for a moment, Fu Chengjian finally said: "Now that the matter has come to this point, it is obvious that it cannot be resolved.
Since Alliance Leader Fang has summoned us here, I guess he already has a countermeasure."
Fang Jin nodded and said: "Set fire and burn this abandoned village to the ground."
In the twilight plane, there are many monsters that are immune to fire, but obviously fishmen are not included.
Their individual strength is not strong enough to withstand fire damage.
The previous personal arson attacks by thieves were mainly intended to create chaos and were not a big threat.
The wizard among the fish people can easily cause a heavy rain to extinguish the fire.
But what Fang Jin said about arson was not so childish.
Since it was a fire attack targeting thousands of murlocs and an abyssal tentacle projection, it was naturally very large in scale and could not be wiped out easily by rain.
In this regard, Fang Jin already had a plan: to mobilize hundreds of tons of gasoline
This small village is not that big, and hundreds of tons of gasoline can easily burn it to white ash more than a dozen times.
Even if there is rain, the oil will float on the water and continue to burn.
Ordinary fishmen crowded together would not be able to withstand such a level of fire attack.
Either he was burned or he was forced to rush out.
Worst of all, even if the abyssal tentacle projection comes out, professionals can still take the initiative.
“Will this method work?”
Hu Shanhai and Zhu Zi had obvious doubts on their faces.
The murlocs were after all ten-level monsters.
Could they be burned to death so easily?
In the apocalypse, hundreds of tons of gasoline are not a small amount.
What if after all the effort of the boss, the expected results are not achieved?
In this regard, Fang Jin's response was extremely simple.
If a few hundred tons aren’t enough, just a few more tons "Would you rather kill a hundred more professionals than give it a try?"
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This sentence easily convinced the four people.
Soon, people from major professional guilds took action.
For this expedition, they had brought a lot of fuel for consumption on the road, and some even drove several tanker trucks.
After loading and unloading the oil brought with them into oil barrels, the convoy began escorting the tanker trucks out to search for oil, or simply returned to several guild offices closer to here.
The entire morning was spent in a long wait.
The professionals from the three directions collectively retreated twenty steps, as if they were going to trap the murlocs in the village.
However, there must be food stored in the murloc tribe, and there is no shortage of water here due to the Chao Lake.
The murlocs, who are a little confused for the time being, are not in a hurry to counterattack, and are still hiding in the village and waiting for the opportunity.
Until two or three o'clock in the afternoon, the tanker trucks that went out to get oil began to return.
The manpower of the Saviors Guild also mobilized the fifty tons of gasoline collected on weekdays from the fuel warehouse of the Logistics Department.
In the end, the total amount of oil gathered here by all parties was close to two hundred tons.
Some small forces barely drained all the fuel from the fuel tanks of their own fleets.
All that remains is how to conduct this grand fire attack.
Soon, the modified trucks were temporarily reinforced, greatly strengthening the frontal defense.
The back was loaded with tons of fuel, turning it into something similar to a self-destructing truck.
It only takes a big fireball or an archer's scorching arrow to ignite them easily.
A total of as many as sixty or seventy trucks of various types will be launched from three fronts at the same time, rushing into the village under the suppression of the professionals' feint attack, and finally completing their mission.
This series of actions of the alliance were basically carried out outside the sight of the murlocs.
Including the re-arrived abyss projection tentacle, they have no idea what humans are doing.
But it won't be long before these evil intelligent creatures from another world will remember a scene they will never forget.
The time for another attack was set at five o'clock in the afternoon.
If everything goes well, the battle can be ended before dark today.
The new order has already been issued, and all professionals know what will happen next.
As the appointed time approached, trucks loaded with fuel were driven to the front line.
After promising 100 contribution points, the Saviors Guild easily recruited brave men who dared to drive in.
After the truck enters the fishing village, they will use the means prepared in advance to jam the accelerator, then jump out of the truck and escape For ordinary people, this move is a narrow escape.
After all, there are a large number of fishmen on the opposite side, and it is impossible to let them do whatever they want.
But for professionals, as long as they have some life-saving means, the danger is actually not that great.
After all, human professionals now have the upper hand on the field.
"The last fifteen seconds" As the countdown began, the professionals who were in full condition after the break began to suppress the attack despite their buff status.
Then, the engines of the trucks made a dull roar: