Let's be honest!

It is impossible for more than 200 home-made incendiary bombs to destroy the swamp defense line of Plague Town, and it is difficult to bombard one line even if they are all concentrated.

The swamp battlefield is large, and this bombing tactic is not very effective when there are skeleton troops everywhere.

But it's good to die, Murphy's side has the best vampire nightkin on the continent to do ground reconnaissance for them in advance, and the thorny nightkin who followed Count Andre to Transcia almost went straight into the pesticity town to complete the assassination of the torn flesh.

With the cooperation of this luxurious level of reconnaissance, all the positions of this wave of bombing were carefully selected.

Node!

As the initiator of the bombing operation, Happy Stick's initial bombing tactics were aimed at destroying the command nodes of the Skeleton Army.

His preset targets for tonight were all the places where the Witches and the Knights of Hades were gathered, but there was no need to waste a precious Molotov cocktail or white phosphorus bomb wherever there were less than three commanders together.

Of course, considering that the "big killing weapon" carried by the vampires at this time also has a special attack on the undead creatures, so after the first wave of "targeted killings" is over, the second wave is "blooming everywhere".

The strongholds of more than 1,000 skeleton troops stationed on the second and third layers of the defense line were happy to carry a happy bullet of Li Mei from the sky, and when the beating fire exploded in the swamp, the resurrected dead were once again blessed with merciful eternal peace.

The results of tonight's bombardment were surprisingly good, and it should be said that the Gnoll Warlocks were unprepared for the extreme tactics adopted by the vampires.

After all, no normal person has the brain, let alone the interest to think, how to crack the scene of a group of abnormal crazy vampires carrying bombs from a high altitude.

This kind of scene should not have happened in this era on this continent!

But it's precisely because it's counterintuitive that it looks so scary when it actually appears.

In fact, not only the Skeleton Army who were attacked suffered heavy casualties, but even the "friendly units" who watched tonight's scene felt outrageous.

"The swamp is mourning, and the punishment of the fire has once again devastated the land, which has suffered too much death, and the effects of these burning fires will probably take a long time to heal."

In the sky far from the bombing zone, Mama Marianne, who was riding on a vulture, made a religious symbol in front of her, and this witch hunter master turned into a church nun with a long sigh and withdrew her gaze from the night sky that seemed to be lit up in front of her, and she said to Natalie and Ambo, who were silent beside her:

"Look at this flame rising, in a bygone era, the creature who created such a tragedy in the natural land needs to be punished severely. In this scenario, however, I can't say anything about the vampires' actions, not even applaud their merciless arson.

Alas, times have really changed, and I also feel really old. ”

"Master Marianne, you have really become more and more sentimental since you became a nun."

Anbo whispered:

"Compared to fire, the undead are the enemies of nature!

I think Lord Murphy's famous quote is really good, even there is a difference between evil and evil. And I'm most glad I am that when we attacked Transnsia, they didn't have this horrible weapon in their hands, otherwise those undead who were burned to ashes would have ended up with us.

How the hell did they create this vicious flame that could attach itself to the skeleton's shell and burn?

And those fireworks-like weapons.

It's so beautiful, but the result after landing is so terrible.

I can't imagine it falling on a human being, burning through the flesh and then the bones, and what is even more terrifying is that this death is not instantaneous.

The victims will witness the incineration of their flesh before dying in agony.

Oh, my God

The weapons in Lord Murphy's hands are really getting more and more deadly, Natalie, what do you think? ”

"I'm smiling."

Natalie, who has too much contact with players and occasionally pops up a sentence or two, maintains her "ruthless witcher" persona with a blank face, and she replied in a deep voice:

"In my eyes, the threat of the Jackal and the Black Plague is the most acute contradiction that needs to be resolved urgently, and in the face of such a conflict, our moral standards can be appropriately lowered.

Most importantly, if Murphy's arsenal can continue to mass-produce such weapons, it means that we have one more hope of surviving the tide of destruction of the gnolls.

I don't think even my God's presence here will stop Murphy from using these things."

"Natalie!"

Marianne scolded very dissatisfied:

"You as a religious leader can't use our gods for such a playful metaphor, you have too much contact with that unbeliever Gentile who is always trying to seduce us!"

"But even you have to admit that Lord Raven's explanation of the relationship between gods and believers is so refreshing that even old Eugene can't refute it."

Natalie whispered:

"In the past, we always thought that the gods did not need to receive anything from the believers, but the whole papal system derived from this unequal relationship was tilted from the beginning.

The higher a house with an unstable foundation, the easier it is to collapse, and I think this theory can also be used to explain the fall of the church in Avalon.

We always give without limits, and we pray for a response that is impossible for the gods.

Like the classic sophistry that stumped me, can our Avalon make a stone that He can't lift? This sophistry made me realize the most central problem facing our church right now.

Are we going to continue to preach the all-knowing and all-powerful greatness of the god Avalon? Or do you want to gain a new theological perspective from the psychionists' more neutral analysis and understanding of the gods?

Our gods are neither omniscient nor omnipotent.

Like the other gods, it is a great being born in the astral plane, and our offering of faith and loyalty to our god and being protected by him is in itself an act of exchange.

It is born on the basis of fairness, and its majesty is maintained by the canon enough to ensure harmony at both ends of the scale.

This will undoubtedly diminish the majesty of our god, but it will also make it clearer in the minds of our believers, for a god who is bound by the rules is more acceptable than a moody, crazy Hidden One.

I guess this change is not a bad thing for my god, otherwise old Eugene would have been excommunicated by my god the moment he started to revise the canon.

Lady Marianne, you should probably talk more to Lord Raven.

Trust me, it won't hurt you to do any harm. ”

"Heresy!"

Marianne snapped:

"Don't say that again, I'm afraid I'll tell Lady Trace's deviant 'God is up to man' madness in the next moment! You are denying the divinity of my God, and you are the current head of the church in Avalon!

Oh, my God!

Pope spearhead mutiny?

This is a crazy scene that I have never seen in my wildest dreams. ”

"But Mama, you have to admit that Lady Trissy's statement is logically self-consistent."

Anbo, who was next to her, also joined the discussion, and she whispered:

"And the myth of the 'eternal purifying battle against Nurgle' that the Gentiles have concocted for our God is clearly more acceptable to the believers than our traditional and conservative texts.

Even those who have no interest in our mission will be willing to spend some time in the tavern to hear how the god Avalon has broken into the plague garden of Nurgle and burned down the defilement of the evil god's throne, and they will even applaud the deity's righteous act

We should reform!

The old system has proven to breed terrible corruption, and we are not reborn to repeat the mistakes of the past.

Since it was a Reformation, it was time to allow different voices to emerge, and I don't think the existence of Lord Raven is a bad thing, and his re-analysis of the relationship between gods and believers is also refreshing.

You see, even old Eugene was convinced. ”

"You guys. . . Alas, people's hearts are not ancient. ”

Mama Marianne couldn't argue with that.

She just felt that the young people were all broken, and it was all because the damn ten years of war had destroyed the ancient heritage, otherwise they wouldn't have said such terrible things.

"Don't talk about this issue for now, if you continue to talk about it, I'm afraid that Mama will pull out a gun and kill us two heretics."

Natalie waved her hand and said:

"Focus on the war itself, the vampire bombardment is coming to an end, and we're going to take advantage of the destruction of the Skeleton Army to advance to the flanks of Plague Town.

This is a unique opportunity!

Maybe we'll nibble down the source of pollution in that swamp, and I think even my god will smile at it and ignore the path of ash that is taking shape as Avalon's banner flutters over Plaguetown.

This may be the meaning of our existence.

My God has His own plan for this world, and God's plan needs to be done by man! In this way, the perfect collaboration between God and man will be a new world of peace and beauty.

Isn't that clearer and more purposeful than the cliché of preaching the majesty of my God? ”

The leader of the Adventurer's Guild smiled, looking down at the hum of the holy sword behind her.

In the swamp behind, the "natural army" of more than 3,000 treants was marching through the muddy water from the vanguard camp of the Avalon Church and attacking in the direction of Plague Town, led by the bursting belly of the "Shepherd".

It was the grandest natural conscription ceremony that followers of the God of Nature had performed on the continent since the fall of the Church of Avalon.

It was born to destroy the gnoll warlocks of the poisonous environment, and to continue to exist in the swamp after the war, making it the earthly kingdom of Avalon!

What a new story!

Believers will love the detailed descriptions of this "battle of nature", and the majesty of the gods is naturally proclaimed when they discuss the power of Avalon descending on the swamp.

"Anbo, you're doing a good job here."

Natalie whispered:

"Looks like I don't need to do it myself, but can you explain to me that clearly otherworldly ring on your finger? Are you making such rapid progress? ”

"Hey, Natalie, now about the war, don't discuss these factors that have nothing to do with the war! Lo and behold, there's a corpse witch out of the fire, and I must kill it in Avalon's name now! Wait for my good news here, both of you. ”

——

Meanwhile, on a high ground deep in the swampy front, Vista, the loyal servant of the Earl of White Mountain, lowered the psionic telescope in his hand.

His fair face was full of shock, and he said to one of the heirs beside him:

"It's really shocking that the Transansians have mastered the power of heavenly fire, they really set the swamp on fire!"

"We should probably try to learn how to make this weapon."

One of Vesta's heirs narrowed his eyes as he whispered:

"We know that this incendiary thing was made in the Arsenal of Translasia, and maybe we can steal the recipe and infiltrate that place would be a breeze for the Nightkin Away.

I think His Highness Andre and His Majesty the Wolf Maiden will need this art of war. ”

"Or maybe we can try to do it in a more peaceful way."

Vesta glared at his heir, who watched the flames that continued to burn in the distance under the night illuminate the sky, and said:

"Your Highness wants to maintain good relations with the Blood Vulture Clan, so we can't take the initiative to sabotage it, fortunately the Black Plague is coming, and as long as Lord Murphy continues to use these weapons, we will always have access to them.

And I want you to remember!

The majesty of Her Majesty the Wolf Maiden is one thing.

The will of Count André is the other hand, and our Highness is like a wolf cub who has the courage to leave his lair, and he will begin his own growth and story in the perilous wilderness.

We owe allegiance to Your Highness!

After he made up his mind, we will also start to cut off the old days. After that, the order of the palace comes again, do you know what to do? ”

"Well, I know, don't worry, Honorable."

The heir nodded solemnly and said:

"Your Highness's will is where we are headed! However, those 100 palace sword guards are not easy to deal with, and they are absolutely loyal to the wolf girl. ”

"Hmph, let's talk about whether they can survive the Black Plague."

Vesta waved his hand, pulled on his mask, and said:

"Now move on! Taking advantage of the chaos to assassinate the corpse witches and knights of Hades who escaped from the fire, Lord Murphy's warriors will advance to Plague Town, all with intelligence support from the White Mountain faction.

Our lords are also shining in their own way!

The victory of Translasia will also be the victory of the White Mountain faction, and this time, we will not admit defeat so easily. ”

——

The shrill sound of an incendiary bomb with a buzzer accelerating through the air to the final moment of its fall is distracting, and the irritability of stressing is easy to breed fear.

Even for the undead, who claim to be "never afraid", fear doesn't go away in a vacuum.

They only translate into more substantial effects in another way, such as when even a skilled necro witch is too quickly drained when the stress is too high.

And when they are in the middle of an escape and breakout scenario, such an unexpected situation can easily lead to a worse outcome.

"Boom"

Another bomb rained down from the sky and landed on the undead stronghold in the western direction, engulfing everything around it in flames, and from a bird's-eye view, it ignited like another flaming flower.

At this time, the bombing campaign had come to an end, and the battlefield with Plague Town as the core was full of such sporadic flames, tearing apart the defenses that the Gnoll Warlocks had spent years arranging in pieces.

However, the precise bombardment of the command node paralyzed the entire system, and the cooperation of the simultaneous advance on the ground tripartite front also drew a perfect end to tonight's operation.

A corpse witch rides on a skeletal horse decorated with his own luxury.

It looked back at its own sentry engulfed in flames with a mixture of helplessness and disbelief, a far cry from the scene it had imagined as a death battle with the living in the mire.

It instinctively felt as if it was stepping into uncharted territory, but there wasn't much time left for it to think about it.

As a former soldier, it knew that in this situation, it had to retreat immediately, lest it be dumped by the opposing infantry.

It entered the swamp with its elaborate skeleton minions, intending to quickly return to the last line of defense in Plaguetown from the other direction, where the defensive support of the two mage towers was not so easily broken.

As long as they regroup, in a few days, these lines can be recaptured!

They have undead spirits in their hands to drive away, and the opposing soldiers die one less.

Ha, this wave is still in my advantage!

But before the corpse witch could find its way back to Plague Town, a sharp, weird, and very rhythmic sound of some kind of musical instrument sounded in the shadows of the swamp on the flanks, and the flames and bombardments that were fired everywhere tonight had severely disrupted the flow of psionic energy in the swamp, making the corpse witch's perception less acute than before.

It had only time to give the order to defend before several thrown grenades smashed at the feet of its minions.

Unaffected by the violent explosion, the Witch pinpointed the attacker's location and rode through the smoke-filled mud, intending to get close and end the fight with a ferocious cloud of corrosion.

However, after it burst out of the hail of bullets, it was seen as a young man in a Kadman People's Army uniform half-crouching on a rock in front of him, giving him a thumbs up.

In front of the guy was a black metal barrel that was being adjusted by someone else.

What is this thing?

The thought crossed the witch's mind, and then with a low pop, a perfect parabola, the white phosphorus bomb plunged headlong into the muddy water behind the witch and set off fireworks.

"Ha, this set of aiming techniques taught by Lao Qin is very useful, I think I have mastered it now!"

Sanjin Sweet Potato, who had just been resurrected this evening and came to participate in the battle, pushed his helmet, looked at the corpse witch in front of him who was wrapped in "fireworks" and struggled in pain, and picked up a small notebook to draw a bar.

This is his second memorable "prey" of the night.

"Sweet potato, sweet potato! Call Sweet Potato! I'm Tomato, bring your cane to me, the sentry ahead hasn't been completely burned, and there's a group of recalcitrant Knights of Hades and their minions inside.

We need your fire support!

Lao Qin restricts you to come over within five minutes, otherwise military law will be engaged. ”

His teammate shouted "a can of ketchup" in the team communication, causing Sweet Potato Yaki to pout, pick up the cane and rush out in the direction of his teammate.

He's still a rookie in the game.

Both his level and his skills are scarce, but he is no longer afraid to fight these dangerous things.

He is a warrior who has inherited the outstanding tradition of martial arts of art students!

Everything that is burning in front of him now is also a war that belongs to him.

(End of chapter)