"Okay, you meow king, you dare to say that this governor is putting gold on his face, you guy is really too arrogant, you black hand clan is too arrogant, do you really think that with the luck given by Avalon, you can avoid the fate of the black hand?"

In the front-line command of the Black Flame Pass, Murphy gritted his teeth and looked at the chat history on the forum that quickly swiped the screen.

He found out that this Brother Woo Meow was really dead, probably because he felt that his strength was strong, and he had the current version of the invincible legendary battle axe in his hand, he could do whatever he wanted, very good, just go on like this, keep his pride and courage, if you can open something good in the Black Plague, I will write my and Tris's names upside down!

Hell yes.

His Excellency the Governor was furious, but the group of "supporters" gathered around him were beaming.

Especially Miss Becky, who has always been full of energy.

When she saw that the powerful people of the entire Transencia had been gathered, she knew that she had been accepted by this large group, and felt that she had solved the "prestige problem" with absolute strength, but she didn't know that Murphy had added her to the supporter team purely because the popularity of this stupid little peach in the player group was really frightening.

The fact that she, a non-Translanian, can play on par with the veteran "national wife" E sister among the "beautiful NPCs" voted by players already speaks for itself.

It's probably this classic blonde violent stupid knight's character that reminds players of the quilt king.

Therefore, Murphy simply made a full set of acts, and he really equipped little Peach Pinkie with a set of big clothes that were exactly the same as the battle cloak of the Quilt King, and as for the armor, there was no need to prepare it.

The battle armor produced by the Sivir family is famous on the mainland, and it is much better than the armor made by the blacksmiths of the two swords of Transnesia.

There are supporters like Becky who are willing to fight, and naturally there are people who are not very willing to participate in this matter.

For example, Andrei's loyal servant Vesta, this will be a hard persuasion of his Royal Highness not to be in danger, although the Earl of Baishan is also fighting hard in order to make a name for himself, but his own family knows his own affairs.

Andrei's combat effectiveness is indeed not excellent among the people who have been gathered, and the "Support Score and List" formulated by Tracy has fully illustrated the problem.

"Everyone, everyone! Listen to me. ”

Murphy made a hard note on his small notebook, and then turned around and pressed down with his hands to silence the supporters in the headquarters.

He exclaimed:

"I didn't organize this death match for personal preference and interest, and Lord Heather fully supported me not because the Hu Servants on the battlefield liked to watch the excitement, and this matter still has real strategic significance.

The gnolls arrived sooner than Lord Heather had expected, and the last reinforcements from the Blood Alliance Knights had just departed, including artillery and ammunition and other supplies for the Shadowdale positions.

They need a little time to get over.

The last section of our Maginot Line has just begun, and the minimum time given by the Brotherhood of Stonemasons will take 30 days to complete the construction of the main body of the line, not to mention that the war support between the Plantagenet Kingdom and Nordtov is far from being in place, and the old and weak women and children in the Dark Valley have not yet begun to move, and the defense line over there will take time to be complete.

All this shows that we need time!

Although the Black Flame Pass looks impregnable, we still need to create a little time for the final integration of this front, and in addition, this operation can effectively demonstrate the bravery and indomitability of the Translansians, allowing us to step onto the stage of the continent with an overwhelming advantage.

I think you have also discovered in the Black Flame Pass, although we Transansians claim to be brave warriors, but the experience of being attacked four times in a row has made many people on the mainland think that we are cowardly, which is a stupid idea!

It must be corrected by a brilliant victory.

And our warriors also need to train, they need to truly understand the threat of the Black Plague.

In short, I hope that if you are assigned to support, you will help my warriors to hold the defensive zone as much as possible.

Of course, I also want you to realize that this deathmatch is also necessary for you to increase your personal prestige, especially some of us.

I won't name names.

But I'm sure you can understand what it means for your followers to earn a good name in a war like this. ”

Murphy's gaze lingered on Captain Bloody and his first mate for a moment, and of course the two guys knew that Murphy's last words were for them.

Although 200 years have passed since the "Bloody Apocalypse", not everyone has forgotten what their ancestors did on the continent back then.

If they were to return to their ancestral land near the Frozen Bay, they would not be able to move there without a single high level of prestige, and all the Western Saharians would treat them as enemies.

Reputation.

Captain Pablo never imagined that he, a pirate who roamed the seas, would one day need to use his reputation to stand up for himself, which is really fucking impermanent.

Also in the crowd was Count André in contemplation.

Although the Earl of White Mountain is young, he does not lack the overall situation, he knows that his White Mountain faction wants to rise quickly, occupy more voice in the Thorn Clan and more vampires, this battle must be fought and fought beautifully.

The most important thing is that he wants to let his sister who is on the throne see his growth and change through the performance of this battle, and truly give equal trust to himself, at least not let her treat herself the way she treats her children all the time.

"Your Excellency the Governor!"

While everyone was whispering, the blonde beauty knight raised her hand and shouted:

"I don't want to be a supporter, I want to stay on that ground with your warriors, from the first second to the end of the battle, I think this is the only way for me to truly unearth my missing knightly heart in the heat of battle.

This is what my grandfather told me, and he said that I lacked a will when I swung my sword. ”

"No way!"

Murphy and Kudell shouted at the same time to stop it.

Becky's identity is a bit special, but she's completely unaware of it.

Although Marshal Loren had temporarily appointed her to the rank of knight major in the Plantagenet Vanguard in several letters, Murphy knew that it was the Sivir family that had given Becky the status of a substitute.

This stupid knight doesn't consider her camp and identity at all, you are a native, well-rooted plantagenet who came to Transcia and didn't say anything, and now you have to hold the flag of Transencia to fight against the jackals, if this matter reaches the national parliament, your whole family will be affected by you.

Kudel's idea is even simpler.

He died in the Black Flame Pass back then, and he really didn't want his granddaughter to suffer the same fate as himself.

But everyone knows the character of Biki, since she made this request, it means that she has made up her mind, Liwen next to her helplessly covered her eyes, and she couldn't persuade her best friend to let go of her belligerence.

But as a dog planner, Master Murphy always has a way.

He rolled his eyes, coughed a few times, and said:

"Although you can't be allowed to guard that blood-colored battle flag, I can arrange another mission for you, you have the status of the Grand Knight of the Riptide Knights Reserve Grand Knight, don't you?

I can allow you to hold the Riptide Knights' banner in this capacity, go to the Camp at the end of each rotation to collect the loot, and help us hold the Warriors' catch in the loot reserves allocated to us at the Blackflame Pass, and give it to the champion as a reward at the end of the day.

You know, Becky, it's a very important part.

You've been in contact with my warriors for a long time, and you know how much they value loot, and they'll only leave it to the people they trust most, so I put you in charge of this matter as a sign of the trust that the Transanians have in you!

It's an absolute chore!

That means you'll have to travel back and forth between the Death Arena and the Black Flame Pass, but I'm sure you'll be able to do the job. ”

"Huh? I think you're lying to me, just like an old man is lying to a child. ”

Becky crossed her waist, shook her hair, and said:

"But you have a point, I can take on the duties of a temporary quartermaster, but if I mean, if I am attacked by a gnolls while I am counting the loot."

"Then you can play freely."

Murphy shrugged his shoulders and said:

"The premise is that you must keep yourself safe, I don't want to see your grandfather carrying Griffin to me desperately, he really cares about you and loves you.

I will tell my craftsmen to make you a beautiful golden banner, and if necessary, I will embroider the crest of the Sivir family, so that your heroic appearance on the battlefield can be passed on to your home and appease your father, who is angry at your reckless divorce. ”

"Gee, that's great."

Pinkie was immediately satisfied, and then took the helpless Liwen Knight to "visit" all over the Black Flame Pass.

After they had left, Kudell stepped forward and said to Murphy:

"Thank you for your interest in her, and for the previous discussion, I'm sorry, Murphy, I was a little too excited."

"When it comes to your position, everyone gets so excited, it means that you are a person with a clear position, Lord Kudel, and I will not be angry or ostracize you because of this."

Murphy shook his head and said:

"I just hope you understand that our personal relationship is one thing, but in the face of a situation like the Black Plague, each of us must stand firm.

You still have time to think about it.

But I hope that once the fighting breaks out on the Maginot Line, you will fulfill your duty to Transnesia. ”

Kudell frowned.

He looked left and right, and asked with onomatopoeia:

"Do you think the Black Flame Pass can't be defended? No, they've completely fortified this place, it's more than ten times better than I was back then, and it's easy to defend against hundreds of thousands of gnolls here. ”

"I also hope that it can be stopped, and I hope that the war will end outside my territory."

Murphy replied:

"But we have to be prepared for the worst, and to be honest, Kudel, I've found some clues that make me really not optimistic about the outcome of this black plague.

If you're not busy, come with me.

I'll show you what I've found, and you'll know why I had to force you to make that hard decision. ”

——

The matter of deathplay has been decided, so a large number of vampires are dispatched that night to "clean up" the battlefield.

At dawn the next day, when the Black Flame Pass's Hu Cong army was out on patrol according to the schedule, a dwarven hammerman riding on a goat led the group over the hill in front of the position, and then let out a cry of surprise.

"Look! There! The vampires have made a tower! ”

As soon as he shouted this broken gong, the rest of the team suddenly turned their heads to look, and everyone was startled by what stood in the dawn sun in front of them.

The heads of all the gnoll corpses on the battlefield were cut off and stacked on a high ground in the center of the battlefield where there was still blood, and hundreds of heads were stacked together to form a tower, and in the "tower" made of human heads, the tattered battle flag of the gnolls was dropped, and a towering blood-colored battle flag was erected.

Above it is the tripartite emblem of Translasia, the Blood Vulture Clan, and the Cadman People's Army, waving in the sun.

The vampires chose a very clever location that made it impossible for this "fallen artwork" to hide in the air, and its presence could be seen from several kilometers away.

"What a crazy mockery!"

The dwarven hammerman exclaimed:

"All the gnolls in the vicinity will go crazy, they will think this is a provocation to the Scourge, and the overseers of these small clans will come here to destroy the banner in order to save face."

"But the Transansians will not allow them to pull out their flags."

A halfling assassin beside the dwarf seemed to foresee the fate of the land, and he shrunk his neck and said with some fear:

"These Translancians are crazy! They were going to fight the gnolls outside their positions, and they were trying to provoke them and lead them to battle here until they were the last man alive.

Lose your marbles!

It's crazy. ”

"Crazy? No, such a battle came at the right time! ”

The dwarven hammerman drank his wine in an excited gulp, and he clapped his goat and shouted:

"This is the scene that the Black Plague should be! We were so aggrieved by the Fourth Plague that the damned Bone-Biting King threw our faces and our traditions to the ground and trampled on them, and we all lost our dignity, and we had to help the arrogant elves and Songhai people to defeat the gnolls.

It can't go on like this!

We should show our courage as much as the Translancians! We should learn from them! Bring our flags too! And he shall plant our banners on that high ground.

I admit that I used to be prejudiced against the Translancians, and I felt that they were all a bunch of cowards, after all, they were ravaged four times by the Scourge.

But this time it may be different. ”

The dwarves rode their goats madly up to the high ground, planting the flag of their army beside them.

Of course, he knew the rules, those gnolls' heads were trophies of the Trancians, and he had to have his own trophies if he wanted to set up his own banner.

So the flag was placed on the edge of the high ground.

This seemed to have sparked some kind of strange "current", and by the time the patrol returned in the afternoon, there were already a dozen other flags on the high ground where the vampires had planted their flags, and fresh gnolls' heads had been placed next to the tower of skulls with the bells fluttering in the wind.

Lord Heather did not stop this spontaneous move of the retainers, and even the artillery of the Brass Dwarves planted their banners on the high ground.

Only the indifferent Elven Ranger did not participate in such provocative activities.

The warriors of the Black Flame Pass took courage from this act, and as expected, the Gnolls sensed malice, and while they did not have the concept of "face" in their tradition, as an Overseer could not tolerate being used as a tool for showing off their might by others.

The next morning, to the sound of the gnoll's long battle horn, a group of hundreds of gnoll vanguards reappeared on the edge of the death arena.

The news was immediately sent back to the Black Flame Pass, and the people of Transansia, who had already prepared, strode into the place they were to defend amid the shouts and cheers of the soldiers in the position.

This is the first warband!

The completely random disruption and reorganization made this battle no longer fought in the name of the guild, but the dormitory group of six was still lucky to be divided together, the commander of their war group was Brother Wu Meow, Mrs. Water and her husband were also assigned here, and the little rich brother rode his own scorpion lion to hold high the military flag of the first war group made overnight.

The number of players has not yet reached the scale of 3,000, so 1,000 people per clan cannot be full at all, and the first clan is now about 500 people.

But they were confident that they would be able to hold the high ground, not only for five days!

Well, you have to hold on for at least three days, or you'll be laughed at on the forums.

"I don't understand why I, a casino owner, should be drawn into such a fight."

Riding a luxurious skeletal war horse, accompanied by the vampire swordsman Miss Shen Yu, who entered the battlefield, he complained fiercely:

"I haven't been in a fight for more than a month, so can't I hire someone else to fight in my place? How much delay it must have been for these twenty days. ”

"Shut up!"

Shen Yu next to her couldn't listen to it anymore, she slapped Lao Huo's skeleton war horse on the saddle, and scolded:

"It's a game! This is what you enjoy life, not what you run to make money, you guy! Doing business is addictive, right? ”

"Hey, this is a blue ocean market."

Lao Huo whispered a little aggrieved:

"Isn't it for your ideals? You also have a stake in the casino, as long as you make enough money, no."

"The gnolls are coming! Get ready! ”

The shout and warning from the little rich brother in the sky made all the members of the first battle group, whether they were old players or newcomers, quickly return to their souls, and they quickly lined up along the high ground under the command of Brother Meow, who was holding a giant axe.

The calm old players are in front, and the noisy newcomers are in hand, so the old players have to take them to avoid the sprouts being scattered as soon as they are rushed, and the previous battles have taught these commanders a lesson.

All players with shield-hand classes have been transferred to the front line, and the hunters and psionics have begun to aim, Lao Huo is unhappy in his heart, but he also raised his scythe, and under a call, more than five eerie vengeful spirits were summoned, looking at the level of proficiency, you can know that this guy who is disgusted with integrity must have practiced a lot in private.

"They don't think they're afraid, but we'll let them know they're wrong!"

Brother Meow began the pre-war declaration.

He watched as the wolves in front of him got closer and closer, and the bloody power of the Red Knight of War began to linger.

He threw the Bloodwood tree at his feet, and roared with his maximum lung capacity:

"We're here to stay! Today, brothers, today we are the gatekeepers of hell and the undertakers of Hades! We will make them remember this day forever! We'll let them know what it means to be bloody, and what it's like to be scared! ”

"Don't you have your own lines?"

The new "Chenlong", who only entered the game yesterday, whispered:

"It's too unlucky to say this at this time, you still have an axe, do you have to rush up and be killed by the Gnoll Overseer on the opposite side to be worthy of your lines!"

"Shut up! Don't bother me, this accumulated momentum bar is ready to be killed. ”

Brother Meow scolded:

"Although Lao Tzu is an Avalon believer, he is also the number one fighter among the current players, so he has to have a little face."

"Hmph"

He said that he was a berserker, but a snort sounded in his ears, and it seemed that there were "people" who were dissatisfied with this kind of claim, on this continent, the berserker is not what you want to be~

(End of chapter)