My players are so fierce

Chapter 696 695. Dusk Enemy +1, Kudel’s Determination

On Position 9, the evacuation of Black Flame Pass is underway nervously. There are about 13,000 new soldiers and soldiers on this position. If we include the 5,500 people from the Plantagenet Kingdom, Thousands of players, the number of permanent soldiers at Black Flame Pass has exceeded 20,000.

But now only less than 8,000 people can be gathered here.

The remaining ones were either missing when the ratmen dug up the position before, or they are still resisting the attack of the jackals and kobolds on position 8, although Murphy has learned that there are about one through the constantly updated posts in the player forum. The trapped NPCs on the Qianduo followed Lao Qin and the others and broke out through the rat-man tunnels, but the current battle losses were still as high as nearly 40%.

This is no longer a stretch.

In the army of this era, such battle losses will definitely trigger the negative effect of the collapse of the entire army. Now Black Flame Pass can still persist. In addition to the brave fighting will of the soldiers, it is also because of the constant oppression of the jackals. Entering into a desperate situation of "if you don't fight, you will die".

It cannot collapse at this time.

No matter what level of commander, they all know that once they choose to mess up at this time, it will be all over.

The Earth Priests are still here nervously transferring materials and personnel. The earth magic given by the Mother of the Earth is showing miraculous effects at this time, while the subordinate troops are led by their respective commanders to retreat overland. Those pioneers who have suffered serious battle losses Retreat, and stay with the organization still intact, ready to resist the jackals who may rush up again at any time.

Civilian staff were doing statistics and treating the injured, and a group of new players who took advantage of the opportunity to increase their favorability were busily helping to move things.

Well, these "heartless" guys are probably the last force on the battlefield that still maintains a pretty good mind and morale.

As long as there are tasks to do, rewards to get, and monsters to kill, they will never be sad.

"There's good news and bad news."

The blood-soaked Heather Lord was sitting on the ninth position panting, feeling like she was trapped in a nightmare from which she would never wake up, when Murphy's voice sounded behind her.

The vampire governor wearing heavy armor handed over a bottle of Feitian wine. Heather took it unceremoniously, raised her head, poked the mouth of the bottle into her helmet in a strange way, and drank heavily.

It seems that he wants to expel the bad luck in his heart in this way.

After she finished drinking, Murphy handed another bottle over and then continued:

"The 15,000-strong army sent by the Winter Wolf Legion of the Crimean Fortress is passing through the Baphomet Canyon. They will assist us in the fight against the gnolls in the Shadow Valley. But this is already the upper limit of the military strength that the Shadow Valley can bear. Well, that place is not rich, and there are very few usable positions.

Therefore, after your soldiers retreat, you don't have to go into battle immediately. You will have a period of rest. "

"Well, what about the bad news?"

Lord Heather asked, and Murphy pointed in the direction of Transia and said:

"You must keep retreating and enter my Maginot Line of defense through the filthy swamp. You must stay there until the end of the black disaster and help us resist the wolf man's front. But my territory does not allow a group of foreigners to walk freely. , therefore, you and all your soldiers must temporarily adopt Transian citizenship until the battle is over."

"You want me to be loyal to you?"

Lord Heather snorted and said:

"Have you asked my elders?"

"It's just temporary, Lord. I have to do this to integrate you into the combat system of the People's Army as quickly as possible. I know that my Maginot Line of Defense is difficult to compete with the Black Flame Pass in terms of scale and firepower. On a par with that, keeping you there is overkill.

But I can guarantee that there will be no hidden mines planted at dusk under my defense line, just like your predicament at this time. "

Murphy is a gentleman.

But he spoke without politeness, almost poking Lord Heather's lungs.

The meaning is also very clear. If Lord Heather does not intend to give up the battle, she must temporarily obey Murphy's leadership, which means that she will transfer all the subsequent battle command to Murphy.

"I"

Heather has her own dignity.

In terms of age, Murphy is more than a hundred years younger than her.

In terms of status, Heather is the real upper class in both vampire society and dwarf society.

In the end, in terms of strength, she is a golden one, while Murphy is just a strange black one.

It was hard for her to convince herself, but after once again seeing the position she claimed to be able to hold on to for several years destroyed like this in one day, all Heather's rebuttals were blocked in her throat.

Facts have proved that she does not seem to be a successful commander. In today's desperate situation, continuing to be stubborn for the sake of face cannot bring about victory that is already difficult to reach.

So she drank most of the bottle of wine in one gulp and gasped:

"Okay, I will obey your command for the time being, Lord Governor. Please give me the order. What do you need me to do?"

"Of course I'm asking for help!"

Murphy sat on the wood next to Heather and said unequivocally:

"Ask for help from Lord Paying and the Knights of the Blood Alliance. Before the Jackals break through the Shadow Valley and the Filthy Swamp, the Knights of the Blood Alliance must send at least 20,000 soldiers, 5,000 vampires and an army of a Golden Lord to garrison the Maginot Line.

Secondly, I asked Lord Paing to use his influence to get the Plantagenet Kingdom and the Nordtof Kingdom to be more cooperative in aiding the war in Transia.

In the end, the Brass Fortress will definitely not be saved.

Under this wave of chaos, the Genoa Peninsula, which has never been ravaged by war, will no longer be peaceful.

I have a mission there.

I ask the Blood Alliance Knights to assist them in evacuating when necessary. I will send the plan to Professor Malcolm and Earl Sharon. The Thorn Clan will also assist them, but the Blood Alliance Knights must send people there! "

"We don't have that many people!"

Lord Heather sighed and said:

"Your request is almost asking Lord Paying to hand over the command of the entire Blood Alliance clan to you. You are too arrogant. No vampire has ever dared to be so disrespectful to the Lord before!"

"Your Majesty wants to implement the plan to kill the evil god. How can he have time to lead the troops to fight?"

Murphy asked:

"If you don't obey the commands of others, are the blood alliance knights going to stand by and watch this dangerous war on the continent? Come on, Heather, you know the current situation better than anyone else.

The fall of Black Flame Pass was just the beginning. It would be too late to wait until the Brass Fortress shocked the mainland after its destruction.

Let me ask you, can you still contact the Brass Fortress? "

"no."

Lord Heather's words were full of worry, she said:

"Some kind of power has blocked all communication with there. I can only vaguely feel that the Lord is in the area of ​​the Genoa Peninsula based on the connection between the descendants and the elders. I don't know what happened near the Brass Fortress, but..."

"The Wise Wolf told me that there is a strange power shrouded in the Brass Fortress. That power makes the dwarf city always noisy, always noisy, never peaceful, and can even affect the soul."

Murphy interrupted Heather's speculation.

He stared at Heather's red eyes under the helmet and said:

"I can tell you clearly that it is the power of subspace! Only the metaphysical power of subspace can achieve this kind of silent and instantaneous large-scale psychic blockade. Don't refute me. I can also tell you about subspace. In the research of space power, all of you dwarves bundled together are not as good as me and Tris!

As for why the Warp Shadow can achieve such large-scale penetration while the world barrier is still intact.

hehe. "

He took out a piece of raw gold ore that was still stained with blood, tossed it in his hand, and said to Heather:

"If I guess correctly, the warehouses of the Brass Fortress are full of these things, right? Didn't the Halflings tell you when they taught you how to smelt burning gold that these things come from the power of subspace in the material world?

I guess you must know.

Because Mother Earth has been warning you to stay away from burning gold.

You heard it, you just don't care because the wealth this little thing can bring is too scary.

The Brass Dwarves have been enjoying themselves sitting on the Golden Mountain for hundreds of years, being rich and free for hundreds of years, but these gifts come at a price.

Now

It's time for you to pay off your debt! "

"I can't argue with that."

Lord Heather seemed to have lost all her energy. She said dejectedly:

"I will ask for help according to your request. Maybe the Brass Dwarves are hopeless, but I think we Shield Dwarves still have some hope. The Polut Pass we are guarding is the last gateway to the Genoa Peninsula.

I will ask my tribe to contact your messenger, and if you want to evacuate, I will also ask my tribe to provide full assistance. "

"No, no, no, no, we don't just have to evacuate."

Murphy stretched out his finger and said to Lord Heather in a subtle tone:

"We are going to remove those dangerous things that may be taken away and used by the gnolls when the halflings are threatened by war! I have been waiting, I just didn't expect this opportunity to come so quickly.

But I won’t take it for nothing.

When the halflings risk losing their proud mechanical city, Transia will open its arms generously to them. "

After speaking, Murphy stood up, patted Lord Heather on the shoulder, pointed to the Black Flame Pass ahead and said:

"Take one last look here. This time tomorrow, everything you are familiar with will no longer exist. But I will tell you, don't worry about the loss of the past, and accept the change with courage.

I mean, welcome to the next phase of the Black Plague. "

——

The Jackals' second effort to attack Position 8 quickly failed again, because more followers came here, and they were filled with anger and wanted to return more killings and destruction to the Jackals before they evacuated.

However, the charging Gnolls ahead were not the only trouble these last defenders faced.

With the assistance of several earth priests, Murphy, Heather, Maxim and Femis came to the "dead space" at the core of the ninth position.

At a glance, they saw the earth-yellow magic barrier that covered the entire space. Tens of thousands of undead warriors and an equal number of resentful spirits were trapped in it by the host of this magic. Just this scene could make Mo Mo Fei sensed the terrifying power of the old and skinny dwarf in front of her.

That's Orfgor Silverheart.

The master of Silver Castle, the supreme lord of the Silver Dwarves, one of the three "Ancient Leaders" of the dwarf civilization, the holder of the Holy Earth Artifact Gaia's Whisper, and the biological grandfather of Loren's annoying short man.

At this time, a full six hours had passed since Potana and Manson activated the undead warriors in the dead space, and two hours had passed since the Banquet of Ten Thousand Souls was launched. Ordinary golden people would not be able to do anything under this situation. There's no way it could last that long.

After all, this is one person fighting against tens of thousands of violent undead.

Ovger was able to persevere not only because he had the sacred objects of the earth in his hands, but also because this mountain pass was the holy land of Gaia. As the current chief priest of the Mother Goddess of the Earth, he could get the full assistance of the power of the earth here.

But even so, when everyone arrived, Ovger's body, already stooped due to old age, seemed to have been squeezed out of all energy, making him, an old dwarf, "wrinkle".

"Three hours."

Ofger's weak voice can be heard as Murphy approaches.

The old dwarf is now the bearer of the "blessed rock of the earth" magic. He cannot move, as if he has turned into a boulder taking root, and can only communicate with the people around him in a spiritual posture.

"Can I still last the last three hours and complete the transfer?"

he asked.

Heather shook her head, but nodded again and said:

"It's okay if we abandon the baggage and only send away the people. But that means that the Jackals will get enough supplies. We have prepared too many supplies for defense. With these things, the Jackals can penetrate the continent all the way.

I have ordered engineers to plant explosives, but this will take time. "

"It's okay, you don't have to hold on for three hours!"

Murphy stepped forward and said to the old dwarf he met for the first time:

"You can retreat and rest after two hours, but I need you to seal the connection between this space and other areas of the position before evacuating, leaving only a few suitable passages to support this place from collapse.

My soldiers and warriors will take over the next defense and buy time for the final transfer.

Plus I'm friends with your grandson, he's really a bastard in every sense of the word, and I swear, he's going to die at my hands because of what he did to Transia. "

"Haha, can you let him die after getting married?"

Instead of being annoyed, the old dwarf said cheerfully:

"At least let the blood of Silver Heart pass on? My good granddaughter has waited for too long. Lord Murphy, Loren did something wrong, but he is a stubborn character. If he must atone for this, he Nor would he choose to hide and linger.

There is no need to worry that the conflict between you will lead to the intervention of Silver Castle.

After all, Loren is only half dwarf, especially after he became loyal to King Louis, so we lose the reason to intervene in his fate.

Not to mention that little bastard.

Can your soldiers really stand up to the dead who were betrayed a hundred years ago?

They are angry.

I can feel that they have been shaped by loss and pain into terrible things. They cannot return to Hades and cannot find peace. They have been preparing for this revenge for a hundred years. Once they leave from here, they will become a hundred times more dangerous than gnolls. The butcher of creatures.

This is the Gnoll's plan.

They are cunning, and they will make this vengeful army the vanguard of their invasion of Transia. "

"Do not worry."

Murphy looked at the howling undead in the dead space in front of him and said:

"They can't go anywhere. Since they have been dead for a hundred years, they should rest in peace long ago."

"Shua"

The stream of earth magic flashed, sending the last belated "guest" here, and the hunting baron Kudel strode forward with Griffin's sword on his back.

He stood behind the flickering khaki light curtain and looked at the ferocious dead in front of him.

The ferocious objects in front of him were all teammates he had fought with back then, and he could even identify some of them from the weathered weapons.

If he had not been taken away by Sarokdar at the last moment, he should have been one of these revengeful dead. During the one hundred years since he became a vampire, Kudel felt that he was in hell all the time, but now, a A more cruel fact lies ahead.

He didn't enter hell, he was lucky enough to escape from hell.

The scene before him made Kudel extremely angry. He took off his helmet and stretched out his hand to try to touch the undead in front of him, but finally withdrew his fingers.

"boom"

The second strongest man of the Blood Eagle Clan fell to his knees.

Vampires cannot shed tears, otherwise Kudel would have burst into tears at this time.

Murphy put his hand on Kudel's shoulder, not simply to comfort him, but to use the power of Omega to help Kudel suppress the unbridled anger in his heart and prevent the vampire tribune who had been tortured by the subspace from entering a situation out of control again. .

The warp took a part of him.

But now, those evil god's thugs don't even allow him to keep a memory of a veteran.

Kudel felt the strength coming from his shoulders. He lowered his head and whispered in a hoarse voice to his comrades from a hundred years ago:

"Sorry, I'm a deserter, I'm late, brothers. I can't give you glory and dignity, but I swear, I will help you walk through the last part of this cursed road. I will be here to accompany you until the end. The end is coming.

Maxim! "

"Um?"

Mark looked at Kudel, and the tribune said to him:

"Your body and mind are ready to enter the next stage, so you will serve as my adjutant in this attack. I will help you complete the Silver Trial, and you must also help me give The last bit of decency my brothers!

Then

Then I will personally take back the shame Dusk has brought to us Old Guards, a hundred times a thousand times!

Even though I swore an oath to protect, I couldn't protect anything.

Maybe this is my destiny. "

"Don't say that. All Transia is counting on you, my tribune."

Murphy whispered:

"Your granddaughter is also watching you. Reconcile yourself with Midnight, who you resist and hate, and become our hero. We need you to become the hero of the entire Transia in the subsequent war. Although this sentence is a hundred years late. ,but

Welcome to the Blood Eagle Clan. "