When Lady Triss appeared on the Blood Banner Heights with the Serenade Scepter, not only the tired players on the Heights cheered, but even the defenders in the Black Flame Pass began to cheer.

This is the day when the Deathmatch advances to the tenth day.

Over the past ten days, the survival and war on this nameless plateau has attracted the attention of all the defenders in the entire position, even the headquarters of the Blood Alliance Knights near the Brass Fortress, and it is said that even Lord Pa Ying, who was still arguing with the kings in the Brass Fortress, heard about it.

A heroic place that can stand tall under the siege of the gnolls and adorn the exploits with the heads of the gnolls will certainly boost morale in the coming bitter war!

What's more, this game is also full of enough attraction and fun.

The first round of rotation of the three warbands has come to an end, the first wargroup held for three days, the second wargroup held for three and a half days, and now the third wargroup has also reached the third day.

But it's this anxiety that makes it more attractive.

However, they really didn't expect that this group of Translancians would have such a big face, obviously they looked like cannon fodder, and they could really call the Grand Duke of the Blood Vulture Clan to assist them in their defense.

But the news of Grand Duke Triss appearing and participating in the war was a complete disaster for the other two warbands.

"! Brother Bang, this dog thing is really desperate. ”

Brother Meow, who had been paying attention to the battlefield, almost flipped the table immediately after seeing Mrs. Triss appear, and he scolded:

"Last night's battle made Brother Bang's war group can't be described as broken, this is already a desperate situation, if the gnolls attack again, then Maxim, who is already in a bad situation, will definitely have to leave.

That guy killed almost five hundred gnolls last night alone, the defenseless claws of the night combined with the bloodthirsty rage, and the cool scarlet slash was ruthless, the skullcrusher hammer in that guy's hand could breathe fire and grind flesh, and I saw him smash seven gnolls at once with a ground-splitting slam last night, and my eyes almost popped out.

The enigmatic combat power of these NPCs is really terrible, and Master Murphy's 'monster' alone defended the battlefield.

Once Maxim quits, Brother Bang will stop singing.

This dog is really lucky!

The last wave actually made up the points for summoning Lady Tracey, and as long as there were no moths on the gnoll's side, the third regiment would definitely be able to hold it for five days.

The pressure is on our side now.

In the worst-case scenario, we'll have to hold on for five days if we want to seal the win early! The total number of guards gets eight days, and not even a single day."

"That's too hard, isn't it?"

The dormitory group of six who were assigned to Brother Meow's side screamed:

"Now that the gnolls are starting to surround us on all sides, we can't summon any powerful guys with that little score in our hands, I estimate that we will have to retreat in two or three days at most, and if the snowball can't roll, it will be difficult for us to even spend a day."

"So make a surprise move!"

Brother Meow narrowed his eyes and said to the student party:

"Didn't you psionists all learn about astral tearing? Can you make a shot? With one hit, we'll be able to snowball. ”

"You dream!"

The good pigeon complained:

"We do know how to tear the astral plane, but without an energy source, how can we break the barriers of the material world? This is not the kind of spatial structure that has been destroyed in Transnesia, and it is very difficult to launch the astral tear here, unless Madame Triss is willing to help, but it takes 4000 points for people to appear, and it costs 2500 for the second-level eldest lady to appear.

Where do we get so many points?

It's all your fault, Brother Meow, the situation wasn't critical when we were in the first round, and if we could use the score properly, we would definitely be able to hold it for five days. ”

"Okay, okay, blame me, blame me, okay."

Brother Meow pursed his lips.

He admits that the failure of the first wave to last five days was indeed related to his poor decision-making, but who made them number one?

The price of enjoying the simple mode is that others can touch them across the river.

There's no way around it.

"Something has to be done!"

Brother Meow narrowed his eyes and looked at the topographical map of the Blood Banner Heights, and after a moment, he got up and picked up his legendary axe, and said to the others:

"You guys watch here, and I'll go back to Transnesia."

"Huh? What are you going back for? ”

Ah Ru asked curiously, and Brother Meow waved his hand and said:

"Don't ask, secret, let the brothers get ready, the old stick is escorted by Mrs. Trissy, and it will definitely last to the end, we still have two or three days to practice and prepare, you guys don't touch the fish!"

Take the newcomers to play dungeons, practice skills, and farm equipment!

Don't ask how powerful they are, at least promise me that the next time I go into battle, I will have a set of veteran armor and weapons, and then go to the copy of the Blood Rat Gang to brush a few accessories, otherwise I will have no advantage in the face of the Gnolls.

By the way, go to the blacksmith shop and get something awesome.

Blanch, Lao Tzu originally planned to use this thing to make a lot of money in the future, but he didn't expect to have to take it out now. ”

He sighed, and under the stunned gaze of several vampires, Brother Meow, who had taken out his hole cards, waved his fingers, and the magic sword that belonged to him, Scorpio, flew out at once, and circled around Brother Meow a few times like the necessary evil in the hands of Master Murphy and levitated beside him.

"! Flying Sword! ”

The car was shocked.

He screamed:

"Brother Meow, when did you get this kind of good thing? You're not authentic, this kind of good thing is still hidden, not enough brothers! ”

"Enough for your sister! Lao Tzu invested all the money in this bottomless pit, and he was counting on making a fortune during the black disaster. ”

Woo Meow waved his hand very unhappily and said:

"Let all the vampire brothers go to the blacksmith shop to find the master of the broken sword, and say that I will let you go, and let him take out the original embryo of the magic sword, one for each person. This thing has been improved by Madame Trace, and can only be used by vampire players, which is barely a racial benefit.

But the patent for this thing is mine.

So remember to give 3,000 gold coins per person when you go to pick it up!

Don't frown, this is already the price at which I sell at a loss for my brother's sake, you must know that the price I sell to NPCs is 5000 per person. ”

"Damn, the capitalist who should hang the street lamp is talking about you!"

The student party was indignant, apparently thinking that there was a problem with the price, and 3,000 gold coins could buy a good set of dwarven leather armor in the Black Flame Pass.

However, considering that this thing is really handsome, and they have some money in their hands, they ran back to Transcia as fast as they could to do it.

As for Meow himself, he used the portal back to Transasia, and he went straight to the Avalon Sanctuary, originally looking for Old Eugene, but met Brother Raven who was holding a scripture and smiling at the door of the Sanctuary to preach to the NPCs.

This made Brother Wu Meow's eyes roll and he thought about it.

He waited beside him, and after ten minutes, Brother Crow's sermon was over, and after the NPCs had dispersed, he leaned up and rubbed his hands and said to Brother Crow:

"That, Lawyer Wang, let's discuss something."

"Just call me a crow in the game."

The crow, who was already dressed up like a real Father Avalon, smiled and asked:

"Aren't you supposed to be preparing for rotation in Blood Banner Heights? What's the matter with running back? ”

"I'm going to buy some seeds."

Brother Meow didn't hide it from the other party, he said:

"It's a bit much, so I want to take your relationship away, and no one else understands, but Mrs. Water and I know that you have already brushed the prestige of Old Eugene and Marian Ann to worship, help."

"Well, I have only occasional friends with two respected clergy."

Brother Crow was a little helpless and a little bored when he encountered this kind of relationship, he was not a person who liked to engage in this kind of thing, so he said:

"And you are also a high-ranking monk of the church, it stands to reason that you can buy seeds and go directly to Morland Village, and there are discounts, so there is no way to find me."

"I'm going to buy seeds for man-eating giant flowers and vampire vines! And to buy a lot of them, I know that Old Eugene still has a few War Thorn Beast seeds from the Grama Holy Belt in his hand, and if I can, I want that thing too! ”

Brother Meow made it clear what he meant, which made the crow's brow furrow immediately.

Although he has not officially joined the Avalon Church, he has learned a lot about the secrets of the Nature Order through his research and assistance in the transformation of the Avalon Church system these days.

This will hear Brother Woo Meow's words, and he will know the reason.

"It's also contraband in the church system! It's a 'plant bioweapon' in the true sense of the word. ”

The raven reminded in a low voice:

"Lord Eugene has always wanted to destroy those dangerous seeds, and he doesn't even want the witch hunters to continue learning about the forbidden ones, and I don't think he'll hand over these things to you that can get out of control if you're not careful.

You have to come up with a reason that is enough to convince him. ”

"To destroy, to help destroy."

Brother Meow spread his hands and said:

"Rather than having the seeds that were cultivated with the secret method worthless destroyed, it is better to use them on the battlefield of the Black Plague to deal with the gnolls, okay, I know this thing is really inhumane, and it also conflicts with the positive image of the boss of Avalon, but I am a reserve Red Knight, right?

I've been preaching the vengeance of Nature's Wrath, and it's fitting that I should use it.

And I give back the money!

I really need these things right now to turn the tide of the war, Raven, and help me convince the somewhat pedantic old Eugene. ”

"Emmm, everyone is a player brother, I will definitely help if you are busy."

Brother Crow thought for a moment, and then said to Brother Meow:

"But you also have to promise me one condition."

"You say, you say, as long as my brother I can do it."

"You can, the church leaders are discussing the establishment of a new diocese over there in the Shadow Valley, they are having trouble with the choice of bishop, I want you to support Lady Water to become the bishop over there, and then appoint me as the missionary and administrator of the church over there."

"Huh?"

Brother Meow was shocked, and he whispered:

"But aren't you not going to join us? And what are you going to do? Don't tell me what the hell faith you're really going to develop in this world? Brother, it's okay to deceive others, don't deceive yourself! ”

"Look at what you're saying! People don't like to hear it. ”

Brother Raven waved his hand and said:

"I just wanted to try to put my theories into practice, not that I wasn't really interested in faith, I was a materialist.

Don't laugh, I really am.

Since there are gods in this world, we should study this phenomenon, not treat them as just a backdrop. As for what I'm going to do in the new diocese. Well, you're not interested in this either, so I won't talk about it for the time being. ”

Raven moved his shoulders a little uncomfortably.

He knew that he couldn't stay in the Avalon Sanctuary in Crimson Keep anymore, and the gods of nature seemed to have really noticed him recently, and he felt that something might happen if he stayed here to continue to "demagogue", and it was better for the Emperor of Heaven to be far away to reconstruct the overly primitive theological system on this continent.

That's right!

The Raven's goal is to reshape the system and doctrine of the Church of Avalon.

He's going to reorganize the reborn but still stale church according to his own ideas, and in the process, he'll study what the hell the hell the "gods" are

Most importantly, what kind of strange connection exists between the gods and men in this world?

He was really curious about it.

——

The lethality of a golden man sitting on the battlefield is really not covered!

On the afternoon of the day that Lady Triss entered the Blood Banner Heights in a low-key manner, the Dirtclaw Clan once again launched a charge on the Heights, and this time the Dirtclaw Chieftain was very confident that last night's battle had already reduced the defenses of the Heights to the emptiest stage after consuming the elites of several small clans attached to it.

It's confident enough to destroy this damn roadblock in the first wave of the day.

However, the 1,500 elites of the Foulclaw Clan poured up the high ground from all directions without being stopped by the defenders, until they rushed below the high ground, and were only one step away from the damn blood-colored banner, a terrifying lightning storm slammed down on their heads without warning.

Tracey single-handedly stirred up the changes, causing the climate above her to change in a small way.

Under the dark clouds and fog of the yin wind, the beating arc thunder swept across the entire battlefield like a dense net under the control of the psionic master, and the arc that continued to fall from the sky would make the other party enter an irresistible shock paralysis as long as it touched those gnolls, and the unlucky ones would even be directly hit through the Heavenly Spirit Cover.

Although it is a bit strange that Tracey, as a vampire's psionic master, is better at lightning spells than blood psionic energy, considering that Tracey herself is not a vampire who plays cards with common sense, no one dares to run to question Trace, who manipulates the celestial phenomena like a female thunder god at this time.

This lightning storm is just the beginning.

It was used by Tracey to trap the gnolls entering the battlefield, and was then released by a curtain of darkness to block the gnolls' escape path, and finally a corrosive wind swept across the battlefield, mixed with firefighting and dagger clouds.

It's like a battlefield teaching of psionic spells, making a group of psionist players call "Tris, my god".

It took less than twenty minutes for the elite of the Dirty Claws to be wiped out.

When Brother Bang, who finally put his heart at ease, triumphantly took the same high-morale players out to cut their heads on the battlefield, the Dirtclaw Chieftain who was watching the battlefield from another place was cold.

It knew it was not going to take this damn high ground anyway.

"Retreat, retreat!"

The gloomy chief subconsciously grasped a pendant on his chest, but it didn't even dare to look back at the tragic battlefield reflected by the crystal ball in front of him, and it waved its claws weakly, causing the Popok next to him to widen his eyes.

But then, a wave of joy rose in Popock's heart.

Overseer Hurley scolded himself for losing power and humiliating the country, and only sent warriors to his death, calling himself a disgrace to the gnolls, but guess what? Let the more powerful and elite Filclaw clan come over, didn't they also take this position?

What does this mean?

This shows that Lord Ben Popock is not a waste at all!

If I'm a waste, then so is the much-praised Filthypaw Chieftain.

Hey, the enemy is too strong and has nothing to do with my command.

All right.

Finally, there is a reason to wash away your shame.

However, Popok apparently rejoiced too soon.

Just as the Foulclaw Clan was about to retreat, a Gnoll Courier riding a two-legged wyvern landed on their position, bringing orders from the Filthypaw Clan's chieftain to the Splittal Masterdam.

The order was heartbreakingly simple.

The army of the Splittal Clan had already advanced towards the Black Flame Pass, and when the Splittal Mother heard about this, she questioned the strength of the Dirty Claw Clan.

What the Mistress meant was that if the unknown Blood Banner Heights were still there before she reached the Black Flame Pass, then Chief Foulclaw and his people would have to consider a more useful life form for the rest of their lives.

This order completely blocked the possibility of the Dirtclaw Clan's retreat.

Especially the angry chieftain.

It is precisely because of its attachment to the development and growth of the Splitclaw Clan that it understands the violent character of the Splittal Master, its own clan is finished, and it has been attached to the Splitting Claw Clan for decades with a mouthful of oil, and now it is time to spit out all the good things that have been eaten.

Popoc also looked desperate.

The Filthy Claw Chief couldn't even resist the Claw Master, and it seemed that there was really no other way for a small vanquished Overseer to die here.

However, the Claw Splitter had nothing to do, and she promised the Dirtclaw Clan that she would send a spellcasting force to aid in the battle in three days.

But this is a good thing!

There's a golden man on the other side!

Unless the mother of the Claw Splitter comes over, this highland will be as steady as Mount Tai, and it is said that this golden powerhouse of the Translancians really has no face at all! What are you doing on the front line when you're not a goldenrod in your own territory?

Isn't it interesting to slaughter us rookie soldiers? Could it be that your Mother of Midnight gave you the power to punch the Dark Mountains Kindergarten? Why not do something to save the world or destroy it to delight yourself?

Bastard! We gnolls will not block the door of your bootcamp and massacre.

It's really skinless and faceless.

Bah!

It's really contemptuous to the gnolls.

However, fate was so miraculous, and just two days after the Filthy Claw Chieftain had passed, it suddenly received a message that made the hairs all over its body explode.

"What did you say?"

Chief Dirtclaw looked at Popok who came to report the news with a surprised face, the latter also looked incredulous, it was not very sure of the secret information from Nash, but there was no other way but to report it head-on:

"That golden vampire psionic master retreated, and she withdrew with the remnants of the army, and many of the clansmen saw it! The new warbands of the Translancians rotated to the Blood Banner Heights, and they were all fragile ordinary people.

There is no one with gold, not even one with silver!

Your priests have confirmed this, and they are killing themselves!

Chief, there's never been a better time to take that place!

Rush, Chief!

This is our only chance to survive the victory before the arrival of the Splitter's Mother, and think of your people. ”

Ps：

Thanks to the alliance leader of the "Maple Leaf Zhenren" brothers, the bonus will be placed next month.

(End of chapter)