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Chapter 699 698. The shameless jackal used the plague weapon! World tension +100!

"Chief! Two powerful spirits are fighting in the area outside the Black Flame Pass. The concentration of death spiritual energy is soaring rapidly. The good news is that the dead on the battlefield have all been awakened into undead, and the number is very impressive!

The bad news is that the undead didn't listen to our commands at all. They divided into two groups and fought with each other in the ruins of Black Flame Pass.

Not only does this not help at all, it actually hinders our soldiers from attacking deeper! "

In the Splitclaw base camp outside Black Flame Pass, a gnoll psionicist was reporting the frontline battle situation to the calm-looking Matron Potana. It shouted:

"The ritual that can continuously summon the resentful spirits was very powerful at first, but now it has stopped working. No new resentful spirits are born anymore, and the warriors of the small clans are completely unable to invade the rear positions.

Chief, those vampires and their minions are evacuating and moving, we can't let them leave so easily!

Send our people up!

Annihilate them all here!

Bring the Lord of the Hunt the slaughter he wishes to see! "

"Okay, since you are so pious, then let you lead people to win the glory of slaughter for the Lord of the Hunt."

Mistress Splitclaw rolled her eyes and shouted to her guards:

"Come here! Take this sincere hunting believer out, give him 50 people, and let him go to the Black Flame Mountain Pass to charge! If he doesn't kill 500, he won't be allowed to come back!"

The jackal psionic master was stupid.

It didn't expect that even if it came to report the situation, it would be able to get itself in. Given the current situation at position 8, let alone 50 people, bringing 500 barbarians there would just be like throwing a piece of fresh meat into the meat grinder.

It howled for mercy.

But Mistress Splitclaw didn't even bother to listen. The burly guards stepped forward and dragged the mute bastard out.

Who among the top leaders of the Splitclaw clan doesn't know that the Mistress cannot listen to such fanatical remarks. Although the Splitclaw clan and the Bloodscar clan have a cooperative relationship, Potana has never been a sincere Gnoll.

She lacks the most basic respect for the faith of the Lord of the Hunt. Under such a leader, there is no need to expect the Splitclaw clan to be very devout in their faith.

"Asshole, before you flatter me, you need to find out who trained you? It was Splitting Claw that gave you strength, not the Lord of the Hunt that you talk about. If you are so pious, why don't you join Bloodscar?"

Potana cursed in her tent.

She really had no hope for the emotional intelligence of the psychic masters under her command.

Being able to learn psychic powers can at best prove that the other person is smart, but being smart and being a human being, well, being a jackal are two completely different concepts.

"Sure enough, this dusk is unreliable!"

Mistress Splitting Claw glanced at the defense map of Black Flame Pass hanging next to her. The current war has advanced to the final stage. Dusk confidently released the undead army they had prepared long ago, and it looked decent. A powerful-looking ritual was launched.

But it’s been half a day!

Not only did the vampire's last position not fall, but the evacuation and transportation work was flourishing. The so-called ghost ritual sounds awesome, but the Transians were also prepared, and the strange spirit suddenly appeared Only one person stopped the "Feast of Ten Thousand Souls" from continuing to take effect.

Facts have proved that Dusk's true strength seems not to be as powerful as they boasted. At least in terms of reliability, their claims are completely different from their actions.

Botana thought about Yuan's previous vow that Lord Murphy was dead. Hey, guess what?

The strange lord of Transia did disappear for a few days, but just now Portana received the reward. He appeared in full force again, and brought the strange group of warriors to and fro driving jackals back and forth on the battlefield.

If the Lord of Transia hadn't intervened, Xu Gesen's army would have surrounded Lord Heather and the Knights of the Blood Alliance at position six.

The cowhide was blowing loudly at dusk, saying that with their help, Black Flame Mountain Pass would be able to defeat it in one battle, and I was almost bluffed before.

But it turns out that you can’t do it even at dusk!

"Well, it's so hard to find a reliable collaborator these days. In the end, don't you still have to do the dirty work yourself?"

Mother Splitclaw stood up from her luxurious jeweled skull throne.

She sneered and threw the pearl bracelet aside, leaning on her bone staff to leave the war vehicle. Under the escort of Grand Overseer Xu Gesen, she arrived at an area in front of the base camp that was guarded by layers of Splitting Claw elites.

"Are you all ready?"

The mistress asked dumbly.

The silent jackal warlocks in front of her nodded in unison.

These guys are dressed very strangely. Their whole bodies are covered in strange black clothes, leaving no gaps exposed. They also wear masks made to look like crows and bird faces, and they are dressed like a plague doctor.

They opened up the animal skins covering the carts behind them that were pulled by Los beasts, revealing barrels of sealed liquid. These strange black barrels had jackal words on them, which were warning others not to A sign of frivolous hands.

"Well, voodoo plague. The art of war of the gnolls. The King of Bonebiters used this thing to defeat the stubborn Nords. To this day, there are still many on the border between Transia and Nordtof. A lot of no man’s land.”

Portana stretched out her hand and touched the plague barrels that had been concocted not long ago. There was a dark light shining in her cloudy eyes under the hood.

she says:

“Even those inexperienced guys at dusk are interested in this thing. We still don’t know where our bone-gnawing king learned this terrible formula, but this is not something we need to pay attention to.

Get the Wyvern Knights ready to take off!

I'm tired of the stubbornness of the Blood Alliance clans and the Transians. Let's solve this problem the Gnoll way.

If they are unwilling to evacuate, they will remain in their position forever and face death.

I'm sure that process will never be merciful. "

Mistress Splitclaw waved her hand, and the gnoll plague warlock immediately started to get busy.

There are almost two hundred black barrels here in total. After being smashed into the position by the bipedal flying dragon cavalry, the plague will spread, enough to kill all the stubborn guys in the subsequent positions!

And the jackals are also keeping pace with the times.

The Splitclaw clan now uses an enhanced version of the plague.

If any of the undead from Xiko City opened the plague barrel here and took a sniff, it would not be difficult to find that the smell of these psychic plagues was almost exactly the same as the plague that destroyed Xiko City more than two years ago and created the undead Jedi.

Potana has always had doubts about Dusk's strength, but she will not refuse effective assistance from Dusk. After getting the improved formula, she almost immediately ordered the plague warlocks in the clan to start making it. Now it is time These "big babies" come in handy.

"I actually hope they stick with it."

Potana looked at the plague barrels being tied under the wyvern, and she said to the silent Hugersen beside her:

"They will hold on to the end, then be killed by the plague and resurrected as brutal undead. We don't even need to control them. Their disgust for the living will drive them back to the place they swore to defend.

One massacre after another!

We don't even need to fight to win again and again.

The Black Flame Pass has been captured, and the road to Transia will be smooth sailing. You can prepare. Hugeson, take our elites with you, and move forward bravely after the plague warlocks clear the road. "

The great warlord who carried the wolf-blood holy sword nodded, turned around and went to summon the army.

Mistress Splitclaw stood there, watching the first batch of bipedal dragon cavalry take off with heavy plague barrels, flying towards the Black Flame Pass.

All plague weapons have been used, and there is no suspense in this battle.

snort!

She will prove her point.

The powerful jackals can rule the world without the help of Dusk. The King of Bone Grippers has vividly demonstrated to the jackals how to do it. This time she just needs to be careful and not make the same mistake as Lord Philip.

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"Half of the supplies at the rear have been transported! Hold on for another three hours!"

On position 8, Lord Heather had just received a reward from the Earth Priest. This made her relieved, and she shouted loudly to the soldiers around her who had been fighting bloody battles for several hours:

"We can hold on, warriors! The Jackals and their rogue allies cannot defeat us, and if we keep fighting, we might even be able to retake our ground.

Don't slack off!

Stay vigilant! "

She shouted slogans, but not many people responded.

The people on the ground are already very tired, especially after Murphy evacuated his foreign warriors and asked those energetic guys to help transport important supplies. Without those noisy guys around, the brutal attack and defense The battle seemed to have become boring.

This scene was noticed by Heather.

She knew morale was starting to slip, and she might want to consider retreating.

"Murphy, can you still hold on?"

Lord Heather took out a calculation orb, which weakened the gnoll's psychic interference on Black Flame Pass, allowing the orb's communication to be restored at close range.

The second lord asked in a low voice, and a few seconds later, Murphy's voice sounded from the orb:

"All four defense points are at risk of being breached. These undead souls from a hundred years ago are very ferocious. Their wills have been twisted and they only want to seek revenge on the living. My soldiers will have to resist for another hour or two before retreating.

Let's blow up the remaining supplies. We can't save them anymore.

The evacuation of personnel is almost halfway done. You should prepare to retreat quickly. Don't hang on there!

After the gnolls rush over, we will immediately release the undead warriors. Their disgust for the living will make them attack the gnolls. That is the best chaos and can cover our safe departure. "

"All right."

Lord Heather was very unwilling.

But she knew that this was not the time to get into trouble. Seeing that the kobolds in front of the formation had begun to gather, Heather made up her mind to retreat after this wave.

But at the moment when the two sides were about to engage in battle, the senior ranger captain Demes, who was resting on a wooden stake, suddenly raised his head. With the excellent vision of the forest elf, he saw some black spots breaking through the clouds high in the sky.

"The gnolls sent out the flying dragon cavalry!"

The elf captain grabbed his war bow, set an armor-piercing arrow on it, and shouted loudly:

"There are only a few of them, so there is no need to worry. You continue to deal with the ground. We will take care of the sky defense! Rangers, follow me into the sky!"

Daimus gave the order, and the Elf Rangers on the position immediately jumped on their beloved Luna Wind Vultures, blowing like a sharp wind of war, allowing them to quickly approach the slow-moving Jackal Flying Dragon Cavalry.

The kobolds on the ground have begun to charge into the formation, followed closely by the gnoll barbarians of the small clan, and the artillery used by the Gorse artillerymen is also firing. Position 8, which has become a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​​​blood, is bustling again. .

"Captain, something's wrong! Look! There's something hanging under the jackal's wyvern!"

The warning from an elf investigator made the ranger captain raise his head in surprise. As the dozens of bipedal flying dragons quickly approached, Demes finally saw clearly the black wooden barrels hanging under the dragons.

As a veteran who participated in the Fourth Black Disaster, Demes recognized this thing at a glance.

He, who had always been indifferent, was shocked at this moment.

"No! It's the Voodoo Plague Bucket of the Jackal! Quick, send a message to the ground and ask them to retreat immediately!"

Although such an order was issued, the Ranger Captain himself knew very well that it was already too late.

At this distance, whether it is killing the bipedal dragon cavalry or exploding the plague barrel, the voodoo plague will spread on the battlefield.

The plague used by the jackals is very vicious. This thing is liquid but it will evaporate quickly once it is opened, which can spread the deadly plague to the surrounding area in the shortest time.

A hundred years ago, the Bone-Gnawing King's army used this tactic to continuously attack many cities.

but.

But it shouldn't happen again!

This thing is a toxin that requires special vicious plants to make.

At the end of the Fourth Black Disaster, the Ring Tower, the human psychic organization, had clearly destroyed all the original plague species and destroyed several of the clans under the King of Bones that were best at using plague.

In the past hundred years, the Knights of the Blood Alliance have continued to observe the gnolls in the Dark Mountains and there has been no information related to the voodoo plague.

Could it be

Dames didn't dare to think any further.

At this moment, this capable high-level ranger felt that he was trapped in a terrible conspiracy. The conspiracy began to be woven from the end of the fourth black disaster a hundred years ago, and it has not shown its true fangs until today.

He knew he had to deliver the terrible news to the Ranger General who was garrisoning the Brass Keep.

This is all a game!

But they are already in the game.

"Ouch!"

As the ranger captain shot a fatal arrow, it pierced the eye of the first wyvern that jumped down. Amidst the screams of the flying monster, it began to lose balance in the air and fell diagonally towards the sky at an extremely fast speed. The battlefield below.

Demus watched helplessly as the flying dragon smashed into the kobolds that were attacking like a tide, and then black and green smoke exploded on the battlefield.

These lunatics!

The Splitclaw Clan didn't care about the lives of the gnolls of these smaller clans. They just wanted to take over the Black Flame Pass.

More plague barrels were dropped, like "meteorites" with less destructive power.

They were captured by the gravity of the earth in free fall, making strange sounds as they continued to accelerate, and flipped in the air like cocktails. Finally, they landed where they should go.

"boom"

A tumbling plague barrel exploded on the stone behind Lord Heather, with a strange and sweet breath pouring into the golden person's nostrils. She felt slightly dizzy, while the soldiers of the subordinate army beside her pinched Kneel down on your neck.

Heather stretched out her hand to pull him up, but the warrior used his last strength to push his commander, signaling her to run away!

This position is hopeless.

They are hopeless.

"Run away, take revenge, and defend for us!"

Heather watched helplessly as the bravest warrior under her command lost his breath within ten seconds. His outstretched hand fell to the ground weakly, and the green smoke around him was getting thicker and thicker, making even the stupidest dog head People stopped charging.

They screamed and retreated, but everything was silent wherever the green mist went.

Just a few minutes later, the battlefield became quiet, and it seemed that only Heather was left standing in the thick and choking plague mist.

Not only because she is a golden person and her life level is high enough to last longer, but also because Heather is not an ordinary dwarf, nor is she an ordinary vampire.

She has a secret.

"Alas, I still couldn't hold on in the end."

The second lord dropped his shield in frustration.

She held the orb in her hand and replied to Murphy who was asking loudly what happened on the ground:

"Take the rest of the people away, Murphy, take them out of here! I will buy you the last time, go, don't look back! No matter what you hear, don't look back!"

After saying that, Heather dropped the orb and reached out to hold her helmet.

"Fuck! Stop stepping on the horse and howling."

She scolded:

"I'll let you out right now."