(For Brother 'Little Ragh, Who Doesn't Eat Fish' [5/5])

The deathmatch on this side of the Black Flame Pass has undoubtedly become the hottest topic in the entire position in recent days, and as the Transians have been on the "Blood Banner Heights" for longer and longer, even the usually indifferent Elven Ranger can't help but participate in the discussion and spread of this matter.

At first, many people thought that although the people of Translancia were courageous, this kind of provocative behavior was like looking for death.

The gnolls of the Dark Mountains can't kill them, and they still want to lure the wandering gnolls to make them rampant and fight them wildly.

It's simply an abstract act that goes beyond performance art.

But in the face of the facts, many of the guys who were talking cold before have kept their mouths shut, and today is the third day, and the gnolls scouts are constantly attacking there, but so far there has not been a banner that the gnolls can get close to the high ground.

It had been flying there proudly for three whole days, and the seemingly tireless group of Transans had been fighting there for three whole days.

The number of gnolls they have killed has exceeded a thousand, making the skull towers under the blood banner look so spectacular.

The most terrifying thing is that these madmen have not changed their guard once in three days, and they are still the first to pass, although their numbers have been reduced from more than five hundred to two hundred, but instead of being crushed by the exhaustion of killing and fighting, they have become more deadly over time.

This matter seemed so majestic and so simple, that in the early morning of the fourth day, in addition to the Blood Banner Heights, there were seven other "frontline posts" that had been set up by Hu Congjun in a large area outside the Black Flame Pass.

Of course, this kind of thing could not have been done spontaneously by Hu Congjun.

Presumably, Lord Heather had clearly seen the morale boost that the holding of that high ground could bring to the position, so she acquiesced to the warriors under her command who pursued victory and glory to follow the warriors' tactics.

The results are outstanding!

In just one morning, more than eleven battles broke out at the seven outposts except for the Blood Banner Heights!

Clearly, the gnolls were genuinely enraged.

It's okay if this kind of madman Trancian who sees death as nothing goes crazy, and you fucking go crazy too, isn't it a little too underestimating our "black plague"?

The result of the eleven battles was that four sentry posts were destroyed before they lasted more than three hours, but the remaining three managed to stand until noon, and when the battle report came back, the battle was once again resounding in the position like a carnival, and it also made the handicap opened by the Blood Rat Gang in private even more hot.

Everyone was betting on how long Blood Banner Heights and other sentry posts would last.

Everyone knows that this kind of perseverance is not sustainable.

The number and number of gnoll scouts increased rapidly during these three days, and soon a major battle would break out at the Black Flame Pass, and at that time, even if the Transians were killed, they would have to withdraw to their positions for defensive operations.

At this time, the First War Regiment guarding the Blood Banner Heights also thought so.

As the commander, Brother Woo Meow will already be no different from a savage, in addition to the offline rest that must be taken every morning in the past three days, almost all of the online time is spent on position defense, even if there is a sleep connection function that comes with the game helmet, such a high-intensity "playing games" still makes Brother Woo Meow, a middle-aged man, tired.

The same is true of the rest of the people on the front, and the most energetic student party is a little overwhelmed.

"No wonder the development team set a maximum of five days for each rotation, I thought it was some kind of weird bad taste, but I didn't expect them to take into account our mental state."

The car, covered in blood but too lazy to clean it up with cleanliness, sat on the edge of the high ground, and while mechanically stuffing the jerky into his mouth to increase satiety, he complained to Ah Ru, who was about to fall asleep next to him:

"This is not a fucking thing that normal people can do, I have never felt that the battle is such tiring work, to be honest, kill the jackals until they are about to vomit, or we will withdraw at noon, right? Let the second wargroup come over to the top, I need to take a shower off the line now and take a few laps around the house.

If I keep playing, my mom will go berserk, and maybe she will send me to quit Internet addiction. ”

"Okay! Three to five hours longer and we'll change guards. ”

Brother Meow is actually tired.

It was only because of the commander's duties that he could not take the initiative to mention the retreat, so the donkey smoothly agreed to Cheche's suggestion, and the others nodded their heads, and even the most fanatical combatants were powerless to refute.

Especially the water lady who serves as the main healer.

This "gamer beauty aunt" has been unbearable with her personal hygiene, and she must immediately go offline to clean herself up carefully and then apply a mask to make a comfortable SPA.

"But after exhaustion, I'm almost 50% of my potential release."

The catfish shark next to him trimmed the arrows and whispered proudly in the private communication of the dormitory group of six:

"This newly condensed Ancestral Power Blood Arrow is really easy to use, every time you use it, you can create a high probability of creating a second kill, fighting ordinary monsters is just like playing, as long as you aim at your eyes to end the battle.

This kind of ancestral power is almost the same as an elite skill, and it feels amazing. ”

"Hey, what's there to be proud of when it's only 50%?"

Cheche sneered:

"Sister Orchid is almost 80%, and she said that she may awaken the second ancestral power for protection, which fully shows that each person can have more than one of this BUG skill. I think if it were 100%, there might be three. ”

"The Gnoll is here again!"

Just as a few people were exchanging the triggering and condensing conditions of the ancestor's power, a broken gong sounded from high in the sky.

That's Little Rich and his Manticore.

The little rich brother, who originally had a kind of creamy temperament, will also become the same as a wild man, and he has been on a high-altitude patrol for a few days, but he has been yelling a lot, making his voice hoarse.

Under the reminder of the little rich brother, the last two hundred or so people on the position immediately climbed up.

In this kind of high-intensity defensive battle, it is impossible for a rookie to survive until now, in fact, Meng Xin can't adapt to this kind of intensity of confrontation at all, although all the Jackal Miscellaneous Army has been killed in three days, but the super high attributes of the local Jackal still make Meng Xin miserable.

But there are also benefits.

The skills and levels of these guys have improved rapidly, and even a dozen new people have successfully completed the Black Iron Trial in yesterday's battle, which is much faster than working hard outside.

"This wave is over! If we win this wave, we will change our defense! ”

Brother Meow shouted to his warband:

"Now our support score is almost 2700! Strive to make up enough 4000, and call Mrs. Triss to come over and take charge of the overall situation in the next rotation.

Brothers, this is the last battle, you can leave work after the fight, cheer me up! ”

He roared.

However, the brothers and sisters were already very tired, and no one responded to him at all.

But while no one responded, the players reacted incredibly quickly.

After more than three consecutive days of continuous combat, the run-in between them has improved rapidly, just like a well-functioning gear machine, and at the same time as the wave of gnolls in front of them pounced fiercely, a standard defensive counterattack formation has been completed.

The relentless Horseworm in the front row yawned, hiding most of his body behind his shield, his blade ready to strike, just waiting for the first wave of gnolls to hit him before launching a counterattack to kill them.

This is the most labor-saving way to fight.

He thought it was good, but this time something happened.

"Bang"

The gnoll brute who came from the wolf slammed headlong into the shield of the horse fork worm, and the huge force of the push made the horse fork worm's eyes instantly round, and he was knocked off and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

"That's not right! This strength is elite! Be careful, brothers, this wave is full of spirits! ”

The last cry lingered in the endless darkness brought by the slash of the sword.

The horse forkworm jumped up on his couch and pulled off his helmet to roar, but his mother made it to the end, but the gutter capsized, but his anger was forcibly endured by himself at the last moment.

Because he is not the only one in the family, his wife, who has been confirmed to be pregnant, will still be resting in the bedroom.

If he woke up his wife, he would have suffered it today.

"Forget it, let's go take a shower first."

Forkworm thumped his chest in frustration, dropped the game helmet and went to take a shower, and after he left the living room, the bedroom door quietly opened, and Mrs. Horse Fork stared at the game helmet on the sofa with strange eyes.

She has long been very dissatisfied with her husband wearing this helmet all day long, in addition to his daily actions and taking care of her, and he doesn't say what he is playing with, and he doesn't let herself touch this broken thing when he asks him what he is playing.

"Well, let me see what the hell you're up to?"

The barefoot Madame Forkworm crept forward, picked up the helmet and hesitated, and put it on her head.

As an elite in the workplace, she was originally not interested in these things, but now that the pandemic has led to the lockdown and she is pregnant again, she is bored to death every day.

"Huh? Also directly bound to DNA? Is it so advanced? How much did this bastard pay for this thing? Does he still have a small coffer? ”

Mrs. Horseworm stared at the interface in front of her that could not be unlocked, a little discouraged.

But just as she was about to give up, a prompt suddenly popped up on the interface in front of her.

showed that she could fill out the test application and get her own game helmet, and by the way, she was given a physical examination, which listed this physical fitness in a good way, and even intimately reminded her to pay attention to eating folic acid and maintain a certain amount of activity to ensure the healthy development of the fetus.

"Wow! Is this still a casual body detector? It's so advanced. ”

Mrs. Horse Worm looked at the 199 questions that opened in front of her and asked her to complete the test application, she was a little hesitant, but she still started to fill it out.

As a wife, it is my responsibility to pay attention to my husband's mental health, right? And now that the city is locked down, there is nothing to do at home, and my husband has been complaining that he usually doesn't care enough about him, well, just give him a surprise.

——

The ruthless horse fork worm has not been surprised Brother Meow doesn't know, but now he is still slashing frantically in the Blood Flag Heights, and he is really surprised.

There are not only surprises, but enough scares.

His mother's all-elite Black Iron Gnoll Hunters joined the battle, and the other side was small in number, only about 120 people, but was commanded by two Silver Hunters!

In the first five minutes of engagement, more than a quarter of the more than 200 people under his command were killed.

This terrifying damage made Brother Meow almost collapse on the spot, and he soon realized that the "easy mode" of the Death Arena was over, and now it was the development team to give him a meal.

If he didn't call for reinforcements, the high ground he was guarding would most likely collapse after ten minutes.

"Holy! No wonder the development team sent ordinary monsters to give us support scores three days ago, so they were waiting for us here? ”

Brother Meow looked at the support score of 2987 on his interface in great distress.

He originally planned very well, planning to save up and directly summon a golden powerhouse to score points in the next round of defense, but now this bad situation no longer allows him to think too much.

Throw out 300 points and summon a vulture for a high-altitude assassination!

For another 300 minutes, summon the Thorn Nightcrawler for a targeted killing, and those three damn Silver Hunters who are making their way to their own ranks must be restrained!

Finally, come to 600 points to summon the hussars for a cluster attack!

Horse-stepping!

All of a sudden, 1200 points are gone, and it is difficult to save these points, but it is really fast to spend.

But the speed of deployment of support projects is really not enough!

A minute after Brother Meow called for backup, 50 Blood Vulture Vampires took off from the Black Flame Pass against the sun, carrying 50 Thorn Nightcrawlers in their hands, forming a double support. And the Crimson Gate quietly opened around the heights where it was best suited for hussar charges.

50 hussars are preparing to support the battlefield through a portal.

But the hussar commander immediately spotted a fatal problem.

"You and the gnolls have entered melee combat! There's no way to rush this way! Once we start trampling, we're going to get you involved! ”

The hussar commander shouted to Meow's communication:

"You have to make a choice! Immediately! ”

"The high ground of the horses is almost undefensible, these gnolls have picked the best time to raid us, where is the time to retreat now! If we are defeated now, we will be embarrassed! ”

Brother Meow wielded the axe, activated the rage and had eight Vam war dogs by his side to assist, only to resist the hunting double axe chopped by a silver hunter with difficulty, he was covered in blood and looked back, there were already jackals breaking into the high ground, and even the Water Lady picked up the scythe to resist them.

The situation is already critical.

"Rush! Rush towards us! His mother's death is dead, and this flag cannot be destroyed in our hands! Hussars! I command you, rush towards our positions!

Fast! ”

Brother Meow's roar rang out from the orb of arithmetic, silencing the hussar commander, and the tall mountain veteran glanced back at the lieutenant beside him, who nodded and blessed the group of brave men in a mountain folk tone, and then dropped his mask with a click.

Although there were only 50 people in the phalanx, with the impact of the hussars accelerating in the plains, the gnolls could not stop their trampling at all.

And at the same time that the hussars began to charge, the vampire supporters in the sky also reached the high ground.

Murphy, disguised as a vampire minion, said to himself, André, who was also disguised as a Thorn Clan minion, with onomatopoeia:

"You'd better grit your teeth this time, I'm going to parachute into death, and if you spit on me, I'll strangle you."

"Bastard, when are you still in the mood to tell jokes?"

The Earl of White Mountain scolded:

"Your warriors are dying every moment!"

"But they won't die."

Murphy rolled his eyes and adjusted his posture in the air, then folded his wings and began to accelerate to land, and in the frightened scream of Andre, who was suspected of being a little afraid of heights, he said with relief:

"From now on, the name of my Translancian warrior will resound across the continent! Behold, we are already in hell, what a beautiful death"

"Poof"

Under the super speed of death airborne, Murphy struck with two swords with a roar of air explosion, and when he landed, he simply slashed the two gnolls who were about to reach out to pull out the battle flag, and Andre also swirled in place like a ghost, bringing a storm of blades to force a group of gnolls to retreat.

The vampires joined the battlefield one after another, and instantly stabilized the crisis on the high ground, while Brother Meow on the flat ground below was pressed to the ground by the silver jackal and broke his arm, and the middle-aged man screamed in pain.

But he could already feel the shaking of the ground, and the hussars had already begun to charge.

The gnolls also felt threatened, and they immediately jumped up and fled, at least avoiding the frontal trampling of the cavalry, but how could Brother Meow let it leave so easily.

He dragged his arm and slashed the gnoll in the leg with Vam's decapitator's axe, causing the latter to fall to the ground and climb up again, grabbing the gnoll by the neck with one hand.

But human power can't kill this silver gnoll at all, and Brother Meow doesn't need to actually kill it.

The gnoll knew what the Transian madman was up to, and he screamed and kicked out of the way, limping out of the way.

But it's too late.

The moment it stood, the hussars, who had accelerated to the extreme, crashed into it like a war hammer, knocking the silver hunter into the air and falling to the ground in disarray, before being trampled by heavy hooves.

Rao is a silver-level powerhouse, and he was also beaten into residual blood by a wave.

It wasn't dead yet, but looking at the few people gathered around it, it knew it was finished.

Meow had been trampled to pulp, but his axe was carried by Brother Huozi, who spat a mouthful of blood to the side, limping up with the axe and slashing at the jackal's head, like cutting down wood.

There is a reason for Brother Huozi's anger.

Just a few minutes ago, Rao was trying his best to help but finally failed to protect his baby wife, after seeing his wife hacked to death by the jackal, he was angry and wanted to rush up with a few explosive bombs to die.

That feeling is really bad, even if I know it's a game, but this thing is too real, just now I was like really seeing my wife hurt in reality, and the anger in my heart obviously can't be suppressed.

hacked to death this silver jackal, Brother Huozi didn't want to live anymore, threw the axe to the person next to him, lit the incendiary on his body and pounced on the three or four frightened jackals, and he had to go offline to comfort his daughter-in-law who was in a bad mood, so, brother jackals, give me a ride.

Only 45 men survived by the end of the battle, a staggering 90% of the battle damage rate, and even the dormitory group of six had four dead.

Ah Ru, who survived in the end, looked at his precarious blood bar and more than a dozen negative states, he sighed, pulled out a knife and put it against his neck, ready to make up for himself, and went offline to rest by the way, and said to the catfish shark panting beside him:

"I'm offline, remember to bring my gear back,! The intensity of this battle was brought up at once, and the second battle group estimated that it would not be able to hold it for even two days, which was really fatal."

Ps：

Call it a day! There's a double pass event this month, brothers, don't vote yet, I'll let you know at the end of the month! Love you guys!

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