My players are so fierce

Chapter 1035 1033. When you are about to die and you have a bottle of elixir at hand

Gehrman Bone-gnawing knew that his time was running out.

In fact, when he followed that damned Shadow Elf and spread the Chaos Faith of Original Sin in his clan, King Bonegnasher already had this uneasiness, and after seeing with his own eyes those warriors who had been tortured by the spiritual plague and had no fighting spirit. When they returned to their wild and warlike state with the blessing of the power of Chaos, the uneasiness in its heart slightly subsided.

However, after winning several battles, when he saw that his warriors were getting stronger and more cruel and began to eat their own kind raw, the uneasiness about their fate came to mind again.

More than twenty days ago, he personally executed a crazy thug who wanted to kill him. After slashing him seven times but still unable to kill him and watching the latter grow a second head, Mr. Herman Just know

I feel so cold.

Although the current situation is that my army has surrounded several highlands and launched a devastating attack on the Plantagenets. It seems that I have the advantage, but King Gehrman Bonegnasher has not left his camp for seven days.

Its situation at this time was not much better than that of Marshal Loren on the opposite side.

It and a group of its most loyal guards were trapped in this camp. They did not dare to go out at all, because the gnolls who had turned into chaos aberrations would also look at them as they looked at food.

King Bonegnasher has lost control of his group of Chaos Destroyers.

The reason why those Chaos monsters are attacking the Plantagenets now is just because they want to have a good meal. After all, the raging in the northern part of the peninsula has caused this group of Chaos monsters to eat everything they can eat.

command?

Haha, I can't control the current situation at all.

The short man Loren was facing the siege of the war, while Gehrman Bone-gnawing was trapped in a trap. The commanders of both sides faced the same predicament, but Gehrman was not as good as Loren. At least Loren had a group of loyal people. The warriors could give it a try, but the Bone-Gripping King had lost his last chance.

It knew that it had only two options left.

Either join the crazy gnolls outside and believe in the Original Sin Chaos, abandon your last dignity and reason, and run wildly on the road to becoming a monster and hope for redemption, or you can only seize an opportunity that you don't know whether it will come, and lead The last of his loyalists broke out from the position of this group of real "cannibals".

This thing is a black humor just from the appearance. As a bone-gnawing king, it actually has to live an ignoble existence like a mouse.

The recent siege has left Gehrman Bone-gnawing in an extremely depressed state. With nowhere to go, it can only perform "performance art" in its own tent. It gets drunk every day and just says "" in front of the mirror. "It's a great head, who's going to cut it off?"

"Damn Dusk! I knew those bastards were unreliable, those sewer rats turned the noble gnoll warriors into real beasts!

If you give me another chance to choose.

Yes!

If you give me another chance, I will definitely give that bastard away.”

Today's Bone-gnawing King is still addicted to the "Faint King Simulator", drinking the halfling's wine one mouthful at a time. The continuous heavy rain outside the tent prevented the hair on Gehrman's body from drying, and he let out a disgusting cry. It smells bad, but it doesn't bother to clean it up.

Curses came from the tent, but there were no guards standing guard at the door.

The more than two hundred loyal servants of the Bone-gnawing King will now be as drunk as them. Even the craziest and most determined jackals are already desperate in this dead situation.

"boom"

Weird lightning tore through the storm in the sky, and the sudden loud noise caused the skull wine glass in Gehrman's hand to fall to the ground.

But it doesn't realize it.

The drunken eyes looked at the flickering jasper light outside the tent, and the instinct from the golden strongman told it that something weird was happening.

A few minutes later, Gehrman jumped up. The drunken waste look no longer appeared on his face. Instead, he grabbed the hunting warhammer he had thrown into the pile of wine bottles. It looked at the surrounding people in front of it with an ecstatic attitude. The catastrophic climate in the warring areas is rapidly weakening.

The evil spells of the Dagon murlocs have been cracked, and the restrictions on the fighting area have been opened. The murlocs will definitely not be able to tear up their own storms with nothing to do. In other words, the reinforcements from the short-man marshal are coming!

The final battle between the chaotic monsters and the civilized camp was about to break out, and the opportunity he had been waiting for finally appeared in front of him.

Ah, this damn wonderful fate, finally took pity on my poor self.

"boom"

The Bone-gnawing King, who rushed out of the tent and stepped on the muddy ground, kicked open the wooden door of the tent next to him. He suddenly became furious when he saw the jackal guards lying around inside.

"Asshole! I'm asking you to pretend, but I'm not asking you to lie down and die! Get up! Put on your armor, pick up your weapons, and it's time to call your wargs to break out!"

The Bone-gnawing King woke up all the sleeping guards in the tent with punches and kicks, and also provided considerate "wake-up services" to the guards in several other tents in the same manner.

Not long after, nearly two hundred bone-gnawing guards with bruises and swollen faces gathered in this muddy field. At this time, the weather had turned into gentle breeze and drizzle, and the lovely sunshine was shining down, allowing a group of bone-gnawing guard jackals to They all felt like they were in another world, and some gnolls who were almost driven crazy by the dangerous environment knelt in the mud and embraced the sun with tears on their faces.

Who in the family understands?

The feeling of being surrounded by a group of chaotic monsters that can transform into cannibals at any time is so damn bad. Compared with the environment here, the days of starvation in the dark mountains become extremely wonderful.

"Chief, the warg didn't respond. I suspect that our warg may have also"

A gnoll barbarian soldier with one missing ear ran over in the mud and told Gehrman Bone-gnawing some terrible news.

But the bone-gnawing king no longer cares about this.

Because it can see with the naked eye several halfling airships flying across the sky, and an armed airship painted in blood red is dropping a rain of iron rain of destruction into the mountains in the distance. The earth can be heard across a mountain. of vibration.

The civilized camp has begun to attack.

There is a new storm blowing around, but this time it does not contain any filth but is mixed with strong sapphire purifying flames. This weird flame tornado is sweeping over the hills that are ravaged by heavy rain. The strange things around are already restless. Get up, and start striking out in all directions as your instinctive reminder of danger prompts you.

"That's it now! Stop being wargs, sons and daughters, and follow me!"

Gehrman Bone-gnawing narrowed his eyes and roared:

"I will lead you out, but don't fall behind. You all know what the situation is now. If someone falls behind, don't blame me for leaving you behind. If you are separated, don't worry. Those who can escape can go to the Brass Fortress Escape from the ruins.

I left an old and weak army there, but it was really no good.

Just surrender to those in the civilized camp! "

"surrender?"

The jackals around were stunned.

They never thought that this shameful word could actually be uttered from the mouth of their chief. Chief Gehrman, who claimed to be the most orthodox descendant of the King of Bones, had never been able to hear this word, but now he took the initiative to say it.

"Yes, surrender."

Gehrman Bone-Gnasher had its own plan. While it led its loyalists to break out on the stinky mud, it explained:

"Remember those scouts our warriors captured before they went crazy? I interrogated them, and they said that the Whiptail Clan and the Broken Fang Clan supported a guy named 'Wise Wolf' to reorganize our population in the Dark Mountains, and also Because those guys participated in the counterattack against the Lord of Hunting, they were recognized as neutral by the civilized camp.

A kingdom of gnolls is about to be established in the Dark Mountains. Boys, I also hope that we can die in battle with a standard ending of gnolls, but look at those monsters around you!

We were tricked by dusk!

Those cultists just want to use us as cannon fodder to attract the attention of the civilized camp so that they can hide and continue to do some disgusting things. Our fight to the death at this time is neither glorious nor bloody. We sacrifice ourselves for the conspiracy of others. Not even a little bit of dignity.

We lost, but we still have one last way.

The Bonegnawing Clan did not join that Gnoll Kingdom. My people are still loyal to me and we still have our own territory. If the Wise Wolf wants to annex our clan, it cannot leave us to fend for ourselves."

The jackals around seemed to understand.

They repeatedly praised the chief for his wisdom, but they did not notice the indifference in Gehrman Gnatter's eyes.

The statement it just made was full of loopholes, and it could only deceive the brainless barbarian soldiers. As long as there was a priest here, it would be exposed, but in this case, it is no longer a big problem.

When it set out, it had already put on the armor of an ordinary barbarian soldier, and covered its conspicuous golden mane with mud, so that it could not be seen at all among its own guards.

If possible, King Bonebiter naturally hopes to bring these loyal warriors back to his ancestral land, but if unfortunately

It has to find a way to make a living for itself, right?

"Ouch!"

Just when Gehrman Gnawing and a group of personal guards rushed out of the camp, a group of red-eyed wargs suddenly jumped out of the stinky corpse pit. The leader was raised by Gehrman himself. A big bloody warg, but how could there be any sense in the beast's muddy eyes at this moment?

Under the sad and indignant gaze of the Bone Gnawer King, strange things surged under the scarred skin of his hunting partner, and a filthy tentacle with sharp teeth popped out of the torn skin.

It becomes a Chaos Aberration.

"Kill them!"

The roar of the Bone-gnawing King changed its tone.

Jackals are very affectionate towards their wargs, not to mention that no matter how cruel they are, they still have soft spots in their hearts.

It took off the firearms it forced the halfling craftsmen to make for them from its back, pulled the trigger when the disgusting monsters rushed over, and ejected large-caliber explosive grenades and hit them on them. It exploded at the moment of contact, shattering a small portion of the monster's body.

The whistling warhammer tore through the smoke, hit the giant wolf's twisted neck with a skull-crushing blow, and then stuffed a big, thick black bomb into the opponent's mouth while the latter's skin was torn. inside.

There was a loud "boom", and the monster's body was blown apart.

Gehrman Bonegnat took one last look at the warg he had raised. At this moment, even the thug was filled with anger and murderous intent towards Dusk.

If fate gives it a way to survive today.

From then on, he will definitely try his best to make those bastards look good in his life! ——

"Hot! How come these gnolls have turned into chaos monsters? Their mutations are much more serious than the gnolls in Port Chardeau. Look at the smell of these guys, yuck!"

Brother Meow Meow airborne from the airship to the ground to launch a surprise attack, swinging a sharp axe. Lao Qu beside him held his nose and kept throwing explosives to hinder the surrounding monsters from advancing. The sniper master complained:

"It's just like raising Gu. The surviving gnolls here have all learned the 'second stage transformation'! This is how much they survived even when the Murphy's Hammer launched a wave of bombings on the ground. Damn, I can’t even imagine how the Plantagenets managed to survive all this time?

That short-handed marshal seems to be quite capable.

I won’t laugh at him this time. "

"No! My seeds can't even take root and sprout in these filthy flesh and blood. These damn things are simply a walking source of pollution. After this battle, this mountainous area cannot be taken away. The entire northern part of the peninsula must be burned with flames. , at least once!”

Brother Meow Meow threw the seeds but no carnivorous plant servants were born, which made him, the red knight, helpless.

Fortunately, the Alien Bobosha that has just completed the change of clothes is indeed more powerful than the Blood Vulture Claw when paired with burning gold bullets. In the face of such enhanced firepower, even the monster-turned Jackal can be killed on the way to charge. Sweep it into mud.

"Lord Paying led the blood alliance knights to fight from behind. General Maxim asked us to serve as a temporary servant army to cooperate with the blood alliance knights to eradicate evil!

Brothers, gather to Highland C!

The next critical point is there, and the short-handed marshal is also there. They launched a counterattack, these guys are smart! "

Happy Stick's shout came from the communication, and Brother Mew Miao immediately decided to turn around. But before he took a few steps, he saw Yan Sang riding a vulture falling from the sky. The psychic investigator didn't even have time to explain. The waving said:

"Quick! Follow me, there's a 'big fish' behind me!"

"What?"

Brother Miao Miao asked in surprise:

"What fish is more valuable than a short-handed marshal? As long as you save him, you can get two bounties from the halflings and the blood alliance knights. This is free money, why don't you want it?"

"You know what the heck, hurry up and catch up! I found Chief Bone Gnawer. That bastard was trying to escape among a group of jackals and barbarians, but his natural big body simply stood out from the rest. That idiot thought I couldn't find him."

Yan Sang shouted:

"This is the leader of the enemy camp! Just tell me, do you want this incredible military merit?"

"Yes! Of course, let's go, brothers."

Brother Miao Miao was happy when he heard this and immediately summoned his skeleton ranger to follow Yan Sang. However, he was still somewhat sensible and said to his brothers on the way:

"This big fish is so strong that our family can't eat it. Call other people for help, but don't call too many people, otherwise the points won't be enough. By the way, call the brothers from the Canglang Army. They have some people over there. The main mission is to find Gehrman Bone-Gnasher, which was sent by Xian Lang himself. If they miss this mission, they will suffer a big loss. "

Within a few minutes of Brother Mew Miao's message being sent out, elite members of several old guilds on the battlefield immediately turned around. Old players basically had their own flying mounts or simply knew how to fly. Their transfer speed was very fast.

The Jackals were at a bit of a disadvantage, but they were good at running in mountainous terrain, so in less than five minutes after Brother Meow Meow's Big Bird Group took the lead in stopping Gehrman Gnasher and engaging him, the Gray Wolf Furui Daxian, the fastest runner in the army, appeared on the edge of the battlefield.

As more and more people came, and the guards around him were killed one by one, Gehrman Jiegu suddenly felt a sense of despair that "heaven is going to kill me, and it is not a crime of war."

It once again felt the call of death in front of its eyes, but this guy still didn't intend to accept his fate.

While it was retreating and hiding behind its bodyguard, it took out a jar of amber potion from its close-fitting bag. This was exactly the "elixir of death" that the bastard gave it at dusk.

This was absolutely, absolutely, absolutely impossible to be a good thing, but there was no more time left for it to hesitate. After seeing the last guard being headshot by Lao Qu in the distance, it gritted its teeth and opened the lid, and took out the amber Drink all the sexy things in one gulp.

It knows it is drinking poison to quench its thirst, but death

Alas, death is too heavy.

No matter how brave a person is when forced into this situation, he cannot welcome its arrival without fear. He is a blood descendant of the Bone-Gnawing King, and he cannot die so worthlessly.

It wants to live!

Even if you are immersed in darkness and filth.