Three days flew by, and in the evening on the Maginot Line, Happy Sticks were warming up for the cool maneuvers of high-speed flight and dive-dropping that were about to take place.

Not far behind him, the thirty-year-old Yansang, who will serve as the "bombing guide" tonight, is explaining the specific operation of this operation to the vampire players who have gathered over.

There is also a circle of vampire NPCs belonging to the Phantom Intelligence Agency, and Lady Adele does not appear here, but her heir, Dinah, listens attentively.

Although the Blood Vulture Clan has been inclined to absorb players to form the backbone of the family, it is impossible for a game force to have only players, not to mention anything else, just dealing with vampires from other clans such tedious diplomatic matters are something that players simply can't handle.

Even if you let the real · The RP Party came over, and just learning those ancient etiquettes that have been passed down for thousands of years and the taboos of various families can probably drive them crazy.

This kind of thing still has to be done by the locals.

Therefore, after the re-establishment of the Blood Vulture Clan, although it was carried out very secretly, the members of the Blood Vulture Clan are still steadily increasing, and there are currently nearly a hundred people who have become vampires under the command of Grand Duke Tris, and each of them is carefully selected.

Most of them come from hopelessly fanatical blood servants, and each one has to be scrutinized by the Shadow Intelligence Bureau before receiving the first embrace.

This is the double order of Tracey and Murphy, so that Adele does not dare to slack off.

However, tonight's operation is dangerous, so Yansang did not arrange for these NPCs to also join in the bombardment of dive bombs, but only arranged for them to do escort work.

This is also an important part.

Tonight's bombardment starts from the Maginot Line, sweeping all the way through the north and south, and finally ends at the camp in the western direction.

I'm ashamed to say that even though Brother Bang and the other guild leaders have given tonight's battle a very mid-second name called the "Path of Ashes" strategy, the number of "Li Mei Happy Bullets" they currently have in their hands is still very short.

After all, the workers of Brother Loyalty's arsenal were about to smoke the screws, but they still couldn't meet the amount needed for this operation.

Again and again, only about 200 incendiary bombs can be used, not even enough to carry out a second bombardment. And this is all achieved after Lady and Miss Trace, as well as all their alchemist apprentices, have been working tirelessly to make incendiary bombs.

"But the good news is that although the quantity is small, the quality is high!"

With the goggles of a World War II pilot on his head, he played with a dwarven pipe and stood beside his beloved vulture.

He puffed out the smoke ring and said proudly:

"The Li Mei Happy Bombs used for bombing tonight have added a gold burning catalyst, which has used up all the gold burning stocks in Lady Trissy's hands, which is enough to ensure that this thing will be thrown away and exploded!

And the Nightkin of the Thorn Clan haven't fished in a while, and they've marked the areas for us to bomb the most.

Although there is certainly no way to burn all the skeleton troops in the swamp, it is enough to tear open gaps on three fronts for us, and if all goes well, we can all gather outside Plague Town the day after tomorrow to participate in the grand event. ”

"But blowing up those guys won't kill them, it will only spread the undead army out of control throughout the swamp."

Sister Pomegranate said while warming up before the flight:

"In the long run, these guys will still make the swamp dangerous, we are not afraid, but in the future, this road will lead to the Dark Mountains. Always walking and walking, a bunch of undead robbers jumped out, who can stand this? ”

"Sister Pomegranate, your question is really meaningless."

The coo-coo chicken next to him, who was trying to move the bomb next to him, pouted and said:

"You said that this road will lead to the Dark Mountains in the future, and who doesn't know the 'good reputation' of that ghost place on the entire continent? Which normal person has nothing to do and go there for a walk?

Those who dare to embark on this road are either warriors who dare to fight the gnolls, or merchants who have evil intentions and plan to use this road to do some illegal business.

The only thing the two have in common is that they are not afraid of the undead who jump out casually.

In other words, do you really expect to make this road a 'sightseeing spot' in Transnesia? ”

"That's right, it seems that I'm thinking too much."

Sister Pomegranate nodded and said no more.

The Filthy Swamp was a hell of a place, and as Gollum said, the locals wouldn't come near it if they had a little brain, and it wasn't something she needed to worry about what would happen to it in the future.

And Xiao Wei Ming sees more in this regard.

She looked sadly at the thick and large bomb on the ground, and said:

"The skeletons in the swamp are Hogg's concern, that guy has long been aiming at the feng shui treasure of the filthy swamp, which is a ghost place in the eyes of humans, but the jackals simply love the swamp environment.

The migration of the Bloodclaw Clan here will not only allow them to expand their territory, but also the swampy environment will allow them to support more people, although moving here means that Hogg will have to face the pressure of the gnolls of the Dark Mountains if the battle on the front line does not go well, but I guess that guy is ready for it.

If it wants to lead its clan to become the true descendant of the Lord of the Biting Bone, it will have to pay for it with blood and tears.

Alas, this bomb is too heavy!

I can't carry it with my little physique! What to do? ”

Xiao Wei Ming tried several times, but could not carry the heavy bomb on his back.

Because Transncia lacks a true air knight, tonight's bomb drop requires the vampires to carry this thing on their backs for a death dive, and Reedina's inability to carry the bomb means she's going to miss out on this interesting bombing.

This disappointed her greatly.

"Oh, don't cry your nose, come on, come on, your loyal uncle specially made a small bomb for you."

Yan Sang came over and said with a big grin:

"Look, there's a couple of them over there, and they're definitely in line with your little body, and they're not just incendiary bombs but also have the function of pointing directions, so you'll have to play forward in a moment.

You have to be the first to drop the bomb with me so that the subsequent brothers will not drop the bomb at grandma's house. ”

"Yay!"

Xiao Weiming flew up and spun around in place excitedly, but soon she reacted, and said angrily with her arms folded:

"I feel full of malice from Uncle Loyalty, why should I carry the trumpet? Isn't there still a white phosphorus bomb? I'll carry that!

It's light. ”

"Well, you have to try."

Ah Ru came over very badly and said:

"However, I heard that Brother Zhongzhong's skills in making white phosphorus bombs are not very good, and there is a certain chance that that thing will explode for no reason without any reason when it is hit or not hit at all.

I guess you haven't seen the terrible scene of white phosphorus bombs sticking to your body and burning, Uncle Qin and they used that thing to burn a lot of skeletons before.

Tsk, I feel scared when I look at it.

If you get your skinny flesh on it, we'll have to find a way to scoop you out of the wreckage. ”

"Don't be fucking scary, I'll be light when I'm dead, where do you need to dig with a spoon?"

Xiao Wei Ming was so frightened that she shrunk her neck.

She knew that this was Ah Ru deliberately exaggerating fear, but her girl's family, after all, was still a little stunned, and finally obediently carried a special small aerial bomb on her back under the command of Brother Bang, and stood in a loose flight queue with other vampires who were ready to go.

At this time, this face is very "majestic".

At present, more than 200 vampire players in the game are here, and everyone is arranged in many rows according to their size.

Ten men in each platoon wore leather suits for heat insulation and flew goggles, like pilots preparing to go on an expedition, but each of them was firmly restrained with special belts behind their backs to their "attack weapons" for the night.

The large, thick black incendiary bombs or white phosphorus bombs reflected a dark light in the evening night, and the logo of the "Gear Skull" of the First National Arsenal of Transnesia on them was so dazzling that it indicated their unknown purpose.

Some of the more sassy guys, such as Che Che and Ah Ru, also used their kindergarten overlord-level painting skills to paint strange things on their own bombs.

On the pigeon bomb is written a sentence in crooked Transansian:

"Uncle Qin, the porter, invites you to eat hot pot"

Well, it's malicious in every way.

In order to allow these bombs to be carried and flown by the vampires, Brother Loyal specially adjusted the weight, but to ensure the effect of the bombardment, the amount of explosives and flammable materials filled inside this thing is still not too light.

Fortunately, every vampire is a black iron rank, and although it is heavy on their backs, it does not make them unable to fly.

However, vampires are not "heavy bombers" after all, and their blood wings were not created to carry heavy bombs, so even the strongest cow cow will fly at a third of the original speed when they are carried.

If the gnolls seized the opportunity to fire a firestrike or a large-scale ban on the air, the bombardment team would probably be wiped out tonight.

However, everyone who can be here knows the risks of tonight's fight, everyone is fearless, and even the expression on their faces can be described as too perverted excitement, almost like a serial killer has found a victim.

This metaphor is somewhat expressive, because it is impossible for a normal person to laugh in such a situation.

"Brothers! I won't say anything more. ”

Yansang, who was serving as a bombing guide, turned over and rode his loyal vulture, which was also carrying a small aerial bomb, pulled down his goggles, and said loudly:

"I wish you all a successful start tonight! May our line never fall! Good luck to Translasia! May the goddess of fate favor us tonight. ”

"Hey, you're not a vampire with this declaration."

Xiao Wei Ming in the first row put cool windproof goggles on her eyes, and she crossed her waist and shouted:

"You should pray to the Mother of Midnight to bless us on our safe voyage!"

There was a burst of laughter in the crowd, and the NPC vampires who served as escorts next to them nodded in agreement.

While everyone knows that vampires don't have gods of their own, an operation of this magnitude and importance should indeed be a bit auspicious.

"May the Mother of Midnight, then, bless us and others."

Murphy, disguised as an ordinary vampire, hid at the back of the crowd and pretended to speak.

He also carried a large bomb on his back, and a special psionic bag contained three others.

As he said, he didn't want to miss the big scene tonight, leading a group of undead heroes from the other world to cross hundreds of kilometers at midnight, summoning the fire of the other world to extinguish the evil and lay the foundation for victory.

Listen!

How exciting is this! What normal administrator can resist this temptation?

"Let's go!"

Yan Sang finally tapped the number of people.

He was surprised to find that there seemed to be a few more people than when he set off, but this was no longer the time to talk about that.

The scheduled time has arrived, and Yansang is the first to take off on the wind vulture.

As the only aviator among all the players with real-life "bomb throwing" experience, he deservedly became the precursor of the flying squadron tonight.

Of course, Yansang's so-called "bomb throwing experience" refers to his experience when he flew a special plane in the northwest to spread pesticides, although compared with bomb dropping, there is a little less cool and manly pride, but the operation ideas of the two are at least the same.

All have to be counted in advance, all have to dive, and all have to maintain stability.

Isn't this rounding up a professional "bomber pilot"?

"The road ahead is clear! No stars and no moon tonight! Good luck to all of you! ”

The tiger and leopard riders on the ground shouted in unison, and then the whistling wind brought by hundreds of vampires flapping their wings at the same time, rows of vampire bombardiers took off one after another, and the team of Woo Meow with flying mounts was already waiting over the swamp and reconnoitring the bombing target for them in advance.

"! I didn't feel it when I was standing on the ground just now, but I was really tired of flying with a bomb on my back. ”

A few minutes after liftoff, Cheche's complaints sounded in the black-pressed "Flying Squadron", but before he could complain a few words, he was reprimanded by the sports student next to him:

"Shut up! This is a military mission, you kid be serious, if something goes wrong, you will go to court-martial. ”

"Hey, you think I'm going to be scared? Court martial? How many divisions does it have? ”

Che Che rolled his eyes, but he didn't continue to complain.

As one of the first veteran players to enter the game, he knew that no matter how uncomfortable he was, he could maintain his dignity.

Che Che has already been calculated, he has been immersed in the black iron rank for a long time, although he is a psyker and always complains that the potential release bar is stuck at 30%, but in fact, a vampire like Che Che is already a qualified family elite in Murphy's eyes.

Although they are inferior to NPC vampires in terms of attributes, relying on their unafraid of death style and the advantages of being good at summarizing, their actual combat effectiveness is not much worse than that of vampires of the Black Iron rank.

"About to enter the enemy-occupied zone of the Northern Front! There are still seven minutes left before the 1st Bombing Zone, and the 1st Wing is ready to drop bombs! ”

Yansang's deep voice echoed through the framework of the makeshift team, and he commanded:

"After a change of formation, they all followed me, maintained a distance of about 500 meters from me, and after the incendiary bombs I dropped were lit on the ground, everyone kept flying at a constant speed and counted silently for five seconds, and then dived and dropped bombs around the guide bombs!

It's the first time you've done this kind of work, so you don't have to think about accurate projection.

We're after area-of-effect kills.

One last reminder!

The explosion safety height of the gold incendiary bomb is about 150 meters, and it climbs immediately after completing the bomb drop! Do you get it? ”

"Understood!"

The response of all the players was sonorous and powerful in the dark night, and Murphy, who followed the last, looked around with the bomb on his back in a relaxed and happy manner, and just thirty seconds before he was about to reach the bombing zone, Murphy suddenly noticed a sneaky guy also hiding in the crowd.

“！！！”

The vampire lord leaned over, and after careful identification, he said in shock:

"Little Sharon? What are you doing here? ”

"Murphy?"

Countess Sico, whose name was called, was also taken aback.

She maintained the illusion of transformation and portrayed herself as an ordinary vampire, and she looked at Murphy, who was also disguised, in amazement, and said:

"I just ran to support them. What about you? Why are you here? ”

"I'm here to support you just like you."

The vampire lord said in a long voice:

"Just watch the excitement, why are you still hiding your head and showing your tail?"

"Shh

The Little Earl of Sharon pursed his lips, resolutely refusing to admit that he had become a qualified entertainer under the lure of the little players.

She moved her shoulders for a moment, looking at Yansang in front of her, who had already begun to dive, and the first group of vampire bombardiers who were also lowering in height behind her, she reached out and adjusted her goggles, and said:

"I just want to see how destructive the things I make with my own hands can be, that's all."

"Okay, okay."

Murphy shrugged his shoulders and descended in the air very easily, as he searched for a target on the ground and said:

"Take advantage of the chaos to catch a few corpse witches and go back?"

"Huh?"

Little Sharon looked at Murphy, and then heard the vampire lord explain:

"I've heard that my warriors have nearly captured General Baldwin's ancestors, who have been dead for over three hundred years, and it made me realize that there may really be some 'worthy' targets among the dead who have been disturbed by the gnolls warlocks.

We'll be able to take down Plaguetown, but what to do with these sensitive people is something we must start thinking about now.

Catch a few corpse witches and torture them first, and it's best to make a list. ”

"Well, good idea."

Little Sharon also began the standard death airborne.

As she descended from a height of nearly a thousand meters to a position of several hundred meters, she twisted the lock on her waist with her head downward, and at this height she could even see that the corpse witch below had raised her staff towards her, but the bomb behind her was released and accelerated under the call of kinetic energy accumulation and Mother Earth, with a sharp and ominous howl, it blasted towards the dark earth below that had begun to bloom with flames.

Murphy, next to her, was equally accurate and perfect in his dive drop.

But his chosen target was more valuable, he saw the corpse witches trying to teleport out and the charging knights of Hades on the burning position of the skeleton army below, and he gave away his "gift" as well.

"Boom"

The huge tremors brought a blinding fireball to burst, and in the uneasy night around him, he swept everything in Murphy's eyes into the flames.

In the illuminated sky, he could hear the wild cries of the little players and the howls of ghosts and wolves, like a group of demons from foreign lands dancing on the ignited ruins.

Murphy laughed too.

He looked down at the swamp below, which had never been conquered before, and said:

"So, Filthy Swamp, welcome to the Tranthea Family Bucket! If you don't answer my invitation, I'll acquiesce to it.

Hmph, honestly serve the great cause of Lord Murphy, one day.

You will also become a land of legends. ”

(End of chapter)