On the way here, Typal had already learned from Colonel Fraser's message that the Pioneer Legionnaires stationed here might have suffered heavy losses, but it was only after receiving a report from the student party who had arrived on the battlefield first that Tempal realized the seriousness of the problem.

It's only been 2 hours since the battle began, right?

How did you lose four-fifths of your soldiers?

Even though most of the soldiers stationed there were new recruits, the casualty rate was so high that Taipal could not imagine it, and what made the novice village chief feel even more shocked was the soldiers' will to fight.

"They're not players, they only have one life, but it's a bit strange for the Pioneer Legion to continue fighting at this rate."

In the gallop of the war horse, Tempal gathered the current information and said in secret words to his colleague Uncle Ferdin:

"If this is the enemy that the Portian Confederate faced in the Ten Years' War, then I can understand why Transncia was so fierce and ended up in defeat. Thinking about how we are going to fight against such an opponent in the future makes my head hurt even more. ”

"Don't be afraid, this is certainly not a normal situation."

After all, Uncle Ferding is old and very stable.

He responded with the style of a general:

"I guess it's not that they don't want to run but they can't break through, the gnolls drive the skeleton army to surround the surroundings, they will only end up with a captured end no matter where they run, plus the Pioneer Legion is disciplined and they are the last of the defenders of Banksy City, they run the city and it's over.

It is not surprising that these three layers of superposition have made such a tragic resistance battle, but this loss is indeed terrible, are these Sealand people fighting with their feet?

We've dealt with the Skeletons in the Smuggler's Woods, and we haven't suffered so much damage. ”

"We have intelligence support, and we know how to deal with these undead, but this is the first time the Sealand have seen this kind of battle, and it is understandable that they have caused a large number of casualties due to the misuse of tactics."

Tepal crouched on his horse's back, allowing his body to follow the horse's gallop up and down, and he said:

"However, this will to fight is not to be underestimated, and I have entrusted the warriors of the Vulture Clan to help us locate the undead summoners, and they will also help us slow down the speed at which those guys can summon the undead, so that we can join the battlefield with the power of thunder.

This is the Riptide Knights' first large-scale battle, old Fordin, you have to behave decently. ”

"Hey, you administrative professional, don't pretend to be a general, and take your first regiment to honestly respond to our charge on the flank."

Uncle Furding said with disdain:

"Think about the poor guards, they're tired enough to defend you, don't add to their workload."

"You slander, I've been working hard to practice riding and impact tactics!"

Typal retorted weakly:

"Although I am an administrator, I have never lacked courage as a warrior of the Light."

"Hey! Tepal, don't rush so fast! ”

Miss Becky's voice, who was the cavalry instructor and commander of the shock array, interrupted Tempal's retort, and she scolded:

"You're the worst rider in this group of knights, didn't you just say? You are to be the last to rush into battle, so that no one else will have to worry about your safety. Forget it, you come to my side and serve as a battlefield observer with Liwen to report to me in a timely manner. ”

"Hahaha!"

Uncle Fordin's unscrupulous laughter made Typal's hand tremble as he held the reins.

He wanted to yell at Miss Pinkie that he had mastered the art of charging, but he thought that the other party was a lady, and he was not a big man who could lose his temper with her.

With a stinking face, Tempal slowed down and joined forces with Knight Livin.

At this time, the half-dragonborn knight had activated some of the abilities bestowed upon her by her gods, and her eyes sparkled in the dark night, bringing a light breeze to wrap the entire rapidly advancing knight procession in a layer of war fog that could isolate psionic detection, and effectively reducing the noise caused by the galloping horses.

Callum Dragonborn tend to possess a variety of strange abilities, and Lady Liwen is only a half-Dragonborn, which makes the power she inherited from the Astral Dragons incomplete, and it seems to be more support-oriented at the moment.

But it doesn't matter.

Although Liwen usually plays the role of Miss Bikie's guard in a low-key manner, her personal combat effectiveness is not inferior to Biqi, and even a little higher than a little bit just to take care of her best friend's mood and pretend that she is very weak.

"There are still ten minutes left before the battle, everyone do the final check!"

The cold voice of Liwen Knight clearly entered the ears of every knight in the wind, making the young players who were already gearing up even more restless.

Although on the surface these guys look extremely serious under the visors, in fact, in the communication within the framework of the team, these guys almost shouted out the most excited desires.

Because of the time lag in entering the game, they almost missed several "battles for the state" of Translasia, which is the most regrettable thing for these guys, and now, as the Black Plague approaches, one conflict after another is placed in front of the stage, so that the belligerent blood of these warriors can finally be squandered on this destined land.

They are also players.

They also have all the "virtues" that veteran players have, and because of the characteristics of being role-playing players, they have more behavior patterns that distinguish them from ordinary players.

They value collective and individual accolades more than their veteran players, and even though the Riptide Castle's Hall of Fame is still bare, everyone from Tempal to Uncle Fording to the team has no doubt that in the near future, the walls of glory will be filled with legends created by their own hands.

The game doesn't have quest first kills or faction rivalry, but it does have some of the more appealing qualities.

Let all those involved no longer look at everything in front of them from the perspective of outsiders and third parties, but rudely shove the reins of the future into their hands, and let them participate in the shaping and promotion of a real future.

Building and destroying are always the two most fulfilling things.

And now that the Riptide Knights will enjoy both of these very different forms of accomplishment, how can this not be exciting?

As the galloping horses crossed the last hill before entering the battlefield, and when the neighing horses finally set foot on the ground close to the battlefield, the most forward player knights saw the chaos in the distance against the burning flames, and several sentry towers that were still burning were like torches in the night to guide them forward.

The closer they got, the more they felt the deep antagonism of the war, the chaos that the gnolls represented and the order that was being held but precarious.

And the bodies that fell to the side of the road.

The people who had escaped from the destroyed village did not escape the relentless undead, and the despair of the undead was evident from their distorted posture before they died.

"If only we had come sooner."

This particular emotion of remorse reverberated in the hearts of Tepal and every riptide rider.

As they got closer to the battlefield, they saw clearly the walking corpses that had just been resurrected by the Gnoll Warlocks, the miserable innocents, the men, women and children, the desecrated deaths quickly turned this remorse into anger.

It's like throwing a spark into a hearth that's already full of firewood.

"Kill!"

Uncle Ferdin, at the front, roared and stabbed his spear forward, and the momentum of the galloping horses allowed the blow to fly the ugly ghouls in front of him like a shock.

With him as the charging arrow, the knights who followed quickly tore a passage to the location of the gnolman warlock in the place where the walking corpses gathered.

Unfortunately, they are not hussars with endless impact.

In the face of the sea of undead that had gathered at this time, the impact of the first batch of knights was quickly exhausted and then delayed by the undead in front, but it didn't matter, with Uncle Fordin's roar, the first team of knights spread out to the wings, and Miss Pinkie and her family knights who followed behind had already stepped up.

This is a charge tactic developed by the Valand Knight himself for the Riptide Knights.

They can achieve the same effect with this alternating wave charge as the hussars' shock tactics, the only problem is that it takes a lot of time to practice to execute this sophisticated tactic on a chaotic battlefield, and it also requires the knights to maintain a state of "heart" among themselves to ensure that the ladder charge can be executed smoothly without fine-tuning orders.

This is difficult for a normal cavalryman, but very easy for the player.

They have the assistance of a team framework, so that each team of knights can receive orders from the commander at any time and carry them out.

This scene was also seen by the student party vampires hovering high in the sky, and Ah Ru exclaimed:

"It's not as shocking as the dauntless charge of the hussars, but these RP parties can! Look at their coordination like a gear set that is already running, so silky. ”

"At this time, I still feel a hair! Go down quickly, give them the direction of the impact, and you must take out the gnolls and warlocks who are hiding among the undead as quickly as you can. ”

The meow shark next to him shouted, picked up his halberd and flew towards the target that had already been reconnoitred below, and Ah Ru, who was following behind, took out a flare gun rubbed by his loyal brother and shot it into the air.

Crimson fireworks burst into the air and exploded, like the perfect beacon to guide the Riptide Riders on the battlefield.

And as the fireworks in the sky exploded and the scarlet light shining on the ground, the gnoll warlock Plague Fang, who was hiding behind the sea of the dead and commanding the battlefield, suddenly raised his head.

The red fireworks in the air and the few vampires that had been killed meant that the situation had advanced to the point where it least wanted it.

The raid failed!

The vampires of Translancia have become aware of their presence and have worked with the soldiers of the Plantagenet Kingdom to strangle them.

Ah, shit!

Plaguefang angrily raised the bone staff in his hand.

At its silent command, ominous dead crows flew out of the shadows and joined the skeletal scavengers to slay the vampires in the sky.

However, players are the best at summing up experience, and after the last time the big birds were almost wiped out by the scavenging birds in Sike City, the countermeasures against this air defense force have already been developed.

Ah Ru pulled something out of his waist and threw it out, then covered his eyes in the air.

The same was true of the other vampires, who burst into the night with a blinding flash of light seconds later, as the "sun bombs" they had gotten from the psychic Lord Heru detonated in the air and smashed the undead birds to the ground like bald chickens.

The sudden burst of solar psionic energy brought a scorching sensation to the vampires, but without the air obstacles, their death parachutes could be used as the deadliest threat.

Almost in the blink of an eye, by the time Plaguefang recovered from the blindness of the "flashbang", the position beside it was already filled with swinging blade streamers and dark lightning thrown by vampire psionics.

"Ahh I've been shot, I'm bleeding. ”

The "mouth" of Lord Plague Fang, the gnolls screamed and wailed beside him.

The unfortunate ghost was cut off by Aru with a knife, and was bitten on the tail by a hyena released by the catshark, causing it to jump up and down in pain.

However, this group of Warlocks of the Plague Clan are elite, and they will not be so easily panicked by a few vampires.

Unfortunately, it's not just the vampires and the Riptide Riders who are rushing this way that attack.

"Run! Run! Our army has been defeated! The vampire killer is going to kill us. ”

Hogra screamed in a long voice, and the damn "defeatist manifesto" sounded out of place, exaggerating a certain fear in the chaotic environment.

This damn crotch-pulling reaction upset the Plaguefangs, who were already preparing to summon meteorites to fight back.

It turned its head and glared at Hogg in an attempt to calm the shitty slut, but in response to its silent scolding were two vicious knives that suddenly lit up.

"Poof"

The assassination attack at such a close range made the plague teeth not have time to react at all, and they felt a sharp pain.

Thanks to the "friendship" with the lame paw, Hogg had enough ingredients and opportunities to "recharge" the gnoll-style bone saw blade in his hand, and this weapon with a malicious glimmer was inserted into the chest of the gnoll warlock at this time, while another eagle claw knife smeared with witch hunter hunting sword oil turned around the neck of the plague fang for most of the time, slitting most of its already injured vocal cords and throat.

But what scares Plague Tooth more than the physical pain is the shock on the spiritual level!

It clutched its severed throat and made a cough-cough sound, poisonous blood spilling from its claws.

That's life passing.

In the chaotic background of the earth's shaking, the plague fang staggered back and looked at the still thin and small cripple in front of him with an incomprehensible gaze, but Hogg's face, which should have been full of flattery and fear, was filled with a pleasure that the plague could not understand?

"Don't look at me like that."

Hogg didn't come forward in pursuit.

It has always been very aware of its own strength, and it has done all the work ordered by Master Murphy, and even "overwork" itself for an extra time.

It retreated into the shadows in the confusion as it high-fived the passing cars like old friends under the gaze of the plaguefangs.

Before disappearing in front of the plague fangs, Hogg waved goodbye to it very "friendly".

The Bloodclaw Chief said to it:

"You're twice my height, but you're not half as smart! Without much effort, I removed one of the flesh-tearing arms. I will continue until I have in my hands everything you have but do not deserve.

Dear Warlock, you can kill me with one claw, but unfortunately my story will continue, and your life will end here.

You hate me, I feel it.

Ha, go and complain to the Lord of the Hunt about me! If it really punishes me.

Ripping Flesh is right, our race really needs a higher level of intelligence, but it has nothing to do with you.

Good bye

No, goodbye! ”

"Buzz"

At the same time that Hogg disappeared into the shadows, the speeding spear was nailed to the feet of the plague fangs with the momentum of a mountain splitting stone.

The lightning spell attached to its spearhead was activated into a blinding paralyzing lightning bolt that pulled all the living around it into it, and Miss Becky, armed with a spear, appeared in the chaotic night with her signature blue cloak as the horses neighed.

She saw a pestilence like no other, and she guessed that this guy was the leader of this shameless sneak attack tonight.

Her eyes were full of excitement and murderous intent.

My brave grandfather and beautiful grandmother, the saga of your loveliest little granddaughter begins with this gnoll warlock who is bound to die under my gun.

Hey, it was a good idea to join Translasia's army at Grandpa's advice.

Weak Frazier, open my eyes and take a good look!

Who is winning this big victory tonight!

"Bang"

The terrifying impact was swung like a fist of terror with the application of the spear, and the moment Miss Pinky rode over, the plague fang's head exploded like a watermelon.

The elite gnoll warlock had not been able to unleash even a deadly spell until his death.

But before its head could explode, the toxin that Hogg had left on the blade and was personally configured by Lady Adele under the guidance of Grand Duke Triss had already killed it for most of its life.

However, this can't change the "knight" behavior of Pinkie who finally grabbed the head.

This scene was extremely disappointing to the group of players who followed Pinkie.

Hey, this gnoll looks like a small boss, but I didn't expect to be robbed of the first kill by an NPC, so, this is definitely a plot kill, right?

Bad review!

Be sure to give the dog a bad review! But this little boss also dropped a reins of "Gnoll Warlock Seat Wolf", oops, today's explosion rate is really high!

(End of chapter)