Brother Meow's tactics were a great success, which made the brothers of the First War Group more confident.

After experiencing that feeling of multiple reinforcements, even the new ones who had just entered the game for a few days thought that the mere jackals couldn't help them at all.

In particular, the skill of the player's witch hunters teaming up to weave hunting illusions has become more and more proficient, and this once unloved auxiliary skill has also played a clever role in dividing the enemy in team battles, and this wave can only be said to be an increase in combat power brought about by a great improvement in skills.

However, as the commander, Brother Wu Meow is not so optimistic.

He knew that this victory was just an enemy reconnaissance, and it did not represent the destructive power of the gnolls of the Dark Mountains at all.

Therefore, after the combat skill bundle, Brother Meow almost did not relax, and immediately asked the players to scatter more seeds near the high ground, and made more temporary enhancements to the preferred terrain to ensure that his tactics could be maintained smoothly.

But Woo Meow actually has a bit of luck in his heart.

More than ten days have passed since the death match, and the jackals have left more than 3,000 corpses on this highland, although most of them are miscellaneous clans, and the number of elites only accounts for a quarter, but for a small battlefield in the highlands that is by no means a strategic location, this damage is already terrible.

If the gnolls on the other side still have a bit of brains, they know that they should bypass this hard bone and try to attack the Black Flame Pass from other directions.

When the happy warband was stationed here before, Brother Meow observed that although the intensity of the battle increased rapidly, the number of battles decreased significantly, which showed that the other party was also aware of the situation in this place.

Coupled with the previous wave of spell deterrence of Lady Trissy, no matter how stupid the gnolls are, they will not send people to add fuel to their deaths.

If the other party wants to launch a wave of general attack, it will also take time to complete the assembly, so maybe he can be lucky to have a "bye" for a few days guarding here, if that situation really happens, Brother Meow can laugh himself to death in his dreams at night.

And things seemed to be really as Woo Meow imagined, from the end of the first day of the battle of three hundred men until noon on the second day, the jackals did not come to deliver again.

Could it be that the other party really gave up?

Could it be that pie really fell from the sky? No way? He, the big chief of the Black Hand Clan, was really lucky?

Wow, that's a great feeling.

But is that really the case?

In the makeshift camp of the Dirtpaw Clan, Popok, who was the guide, was called into the chief's tent, only to be confronted by several grim gnolls dressed in priestly coats standing beside the haggard, blind-eyed Filthypaw chieftain.

The emblem of the Splitclaw Clan was on the other party's clothes, which made Popock immediately bow his head.

It knew that the support of the Splittal Clan was coming!

The end of the Blood Banner Heights has arrived.

But it couldn't figure out what Chief Foulpaw was calling him for, until a gnoll-style bony scepter was dropped at Popock's feet.

"You, Popok of the Black-Eyed Clan, you have been made a laughing stock throughout the Splittal Clan by your foolish command and ridiculous failures, and your cunning father is ashamed of you. If you're truly a pure-blooded gnoll of noble birth, you know what needs to be done now to wash away the shame you've brought to the Blackeye Clan.

I'll give you a chance, Popok. ”

The Dirtclaw Chieftain, who was sitting in his chair, said in a cold tone:

"I have prepared an army of 1,000 men for you, you are now the commander of the brute troops in the direction of the Blood Banner Heights, now, take this scepter, lead your army to the Blood Banner Heights, and use your last courage to charge there with your soldiers!

I and a few of the powerful priests of the Splittal Clan will command the casters to assist you in the rear.

Once that damn high ground is razed, your shame will be washed away, and your father and your clan will be proud of you.

Now, go for it.

I have only one request for you, don't look back! Rush all the way through. ”

"Blanch!"

Popoc was shocked in vain, he knew that the other party was going to use it as cannon fodder.

As a young gnoll who worships the Lord of the Biting Bone, he had heard from the elders of his clan about the King of Biting Bones attacking the Black Flame Pass as a child.

In that story, the warriors under the command of the King of Biting Bones bravely fought into the enemy's position to attract the opponent's army, and just as the two sides were in the middle of the battle, they were smashed on the battlefield by a meteorite ordered by the King of Biters himself.

The gnolls and their enemies were buried there forever, and the Black Flame Pass, which had been defended by layers, was shattered through the tortoise shell that night, and fell completely into the hands of the gnolls in less than ten days.

Summoning meteorites is a specialty of the Splitting Claw Clan's group of psionic priests, and now it is clear that they want to lure their enemies.

The young gnoll was bitter in his heart, but he knew that he had no right to object, and if he resisted here, his head would become a "prop" for the Filthyclaw Chief to use to boost morale in a few minutes.

Damn it!

This cold bastard has left himself until now, probably for this time.

"What are you doing in a daze? Why don't you organize your army yet? ”

Chief Foulclaw said quietly.

Popock gritted his teeth and picked up the scepter on the ground, and strode out with a puff of rage, a disrespectful act that sent a twinkle in the Dirtpaw Chieftaw's eyes, but it eventually forgave Popoc.

What kind of anger are you fighting with a dead man?

"Raze the heights of the Transansians, and the road to the Black Flame Pass will be smooth."

In the chieftain's camp, Chief Foulpaw whispered:

"But the defense of that position is terrifying, and the kobolds' digging underground can't hide from the dwarven earth priests as long as they get close, so how can our great master mother take it?"

"Of course I won't let your clan be cannon fodder, dirty claws, let go of your heart, the master mother has always been generous to her own people."

An old priest with claws responded:

"The Master Mother has prepared powerful weapons for this battle, and we are still 'persuading' the die-hard Plague Clan to join us, once the clan that is good at controlling the undead is at our disposal, it will be easy to break through the Black Flame Mountain Pass.

I've heard that stupid humans and vampires have buried the bones of the last Black Plague there under the earth, and have made a cemetery for the so-called 'warriors'.

Hehe, it's really self-defeating. ”

"But the Plague Clan isn't so easy to bow down."

Chief Foulclaw frowned and said:

"I have some friendship with the old Tearing Meat, that guy would rather take refuge in the Biting Bone Clan than respond to the kindness of the master mother, and now although the Tearing Meat is missing, its people are as stubborn as it."

"That's not something you and I need to focus on, Filthy Claw, let's pull out the stronghold that made our gnolls lose face."

The old priest of the claw said in a gloomy tone:

"As you requested, we have prepared a legion-level technique, and the war meteorite technique that was used to destroy the fortress in the past will now be used on that small high ground, and if you give the order, that place will be completely crushed in a matter of minutes.

But I can't understand why send more than a thousand people to die? ”

"That's not our people."

Dirty Paw said casually:

"Those are the routs who escaped from the previous failed attack, they are all people from small clans that no one cares about, and even the Whiptail Clan doesn't want them! The lives of the losers are meaningless in the Dark Mountains, and it is only by culling these cowards that the gnolls will be great again.

Besides, the Mistress's order was that she wanted the Spoils of Transencia and the continent to be exclusive to the Splittal Clan and the vassal clans.

I'm just obeying the orders of my mother. ”

"You're just venting your anger."

And the old priest said,

"Your clan has suffered heavy losses, so you hope that the same bad luck will befall the others, Dirtclaw, and it's not for nothing that the Mistress hates you. Your heart is simply as narrow and vicious as a mouse, which limits your achievements. ”

"Whatever you say, I'm loyal anyway, and the Mistress will see my contribution, everyone, go and prepare, and I'll join you in a while."

Chief Foulpaw gave the order to evict the guests, and the Cleavage priests left the tent, and when Foulpaw was the only one left, the cold and lost gnoll chief pulled the strange pendant from his neck.

It stared at the pendant, and after a long silence, it said:

"According to your orders, Gen-sama, this land is now filled with fresh corpses and desperate pain, may I ask what I should do next?"

"Wait."

Genna's indifferent voice came from the pendant, and she said:

"Activate what I have given you when the Splittal Clan enters the Blackflame Pass, and use the despair and pain accumulated in the Blood Banner Heights as the key to awaken the sleeping undead in the Blackflame Pass, and the endless hatred that pours out of the ground will tear apart everything on the battlefield, and the arrogant Splittal Mastermother will also die in it.

The clan she left behind will be in your hands, and the road to Translancia will be opened.

I've prepared everything for you in Sikor, Filthy Claw, and you'll be the guide to the army of Hades, and I want you to take the dead to break through the Crimson Keep, kill Murphy, and destroy the Vulture Clan once and for all.

But don't hurt Trish-sama.

Of course, with your pathetic abilities, you can't hurt her.

The Scarlet Witch has deviated from her fate, and you are the cards I played to pull her back. ”

"I can't understand, but I won't try to understand either."

Chief Foulclaw whispered:

"I'm just curious, how many other guys like me are in the Claw Clan?"

"Not as little as you think."

Yuan's voice faded away, and she said:

"But if you succeed, you're the only one. Embrace the twilight, malevolent, and you will have everything you desire on your journey of destruction. ”

Dirtpaw sneered.

It doesn't believe in the source's promises, but there's nothing to lose by trying.

As a former member of the Splitclaw Clan, it knew that the narrow-minded Splittal Mistress didn't like it, so it would kick it out of the clan and nominally give itself a weak clan to rule, which was a terrible shame, but it didn't matter.

Why are you angry with a dead person? ——

"Brother Meow! The gnolls rushed up again, this time with a lot of people and a dense crowd. ”

In the afternoon, the student party quickly brought the news.

Brother Meow immediately appeared at the sentry, and he asked Yansang to cast an eagle eye spell on himself, and he could clearly see a large group of gnolls screaming and pouring into the position at the edge of the battle zone.

But this time their formation was very scattered and unorganized.

"How does this feel like another motley army? In addition to the large number, there is no sense of oppression brought by elite units at all, is this because the development team felt that the previous fight was too bad, so the intensity of the battle was lowered? ”

Brother Meow complained, and Yansang next to him filled his shotgun with a gold-burning bullet and said:

"Maybe the development team secretly changed the process, and specially brushed a batch of miscellaneous soldiers for us so that we could brush up on the support score, how many points are there now?"

"Counting the accumulation from the last rotation settlement and the previous battle, and getting rid of the summoned Lady Dorothy and the Blood Rat Slayer, there are a little more than 2,000 left."

Brother Meow replied:

"I was going to summon Maxim as a T again, but this time it was so calm, I wanted to save again, and directly summon a golden man to help us lie down and win. For now, this battle will definitely be enough, and it will also open the eyes of the brothers to see the battlefield performance of other golden.

Why don't we summon Lord Heather. ”

"I think Spider Woman Villanzer is more suitable, not only can she fight but also very fierce and spicy, and it has a great morale bonus, believe me! Summoning her is the right thing to do. ”

Yansang whistled, frowned, and said:

"Then I'll take someone to guard the high ground?"

"Well, go ahead, watch out for the vampire vines."

With a wave of his hand, Woo Meow jumped down from the sentry and completed the divine magic of natural enlightenment, allowing the players in the trenches to feel the power again.

Like a replica of yesterday's battle, the witch hunters opened the illusion of hunting, and quickly split the gnolls that had swooped into the position of the pigs in the midst of the surging vision.

Brother Meow rushed up with an axe and killed several gnolls with a knife in his hand, he frowned and looked at these guys and always felt that there seemed to be something wrong, there was not even an elite among these guys, they were all ordinary template gnolls!

How does it feel wrong?

In a hidden place nearly a kilometer away from the Blood Banner Heights, the Filthy Claw Chief stared indifferently at the area in the distance wrapped in hunting illusions, and behind it, more than twenty voodoo priests of the Cleaveclaw Clan had begun to induce psionic energy, and the guidance of the legion-level city-breaking meteorite had begun.

The high-quality earth crystals obtained from the goatmen of Abyss City are consumed as spellcasting materials, and the meteorites in the astral plane entwined with filthy energy are being pulled into the material world.

"Today's psionic energy is unexpectedly active."

Behind the Filthypaw chieftain, the old priest who had rebuked him before said:

"It seems that fate is also expecting a massacre."

"'Fate' is not what we gnolls are called, your Excellency, you seem to have learned too much from the civilization camp, and the Mother of the Claw Splitter doesn't like such 'wisdom'."

Dirtpaw replied indifferently, saying:

"In the name of the Lord of the Hunt, put an end to this disgusting tug-of-war."

"As you wish, huhuhu."

Amid the gnoll's beaten laughter, the old priest's spellcasting bone staff swung forward.

Several spells behind him were activated at the same time, and the originally gloomy sky seemed to be torn open at this moment, and one after another meteorites wrapped in purple flames smashed down accurately towards the direction of the Blood Banner Heights.

This scene was quickly observed by the position of the Black Flame Pass, and a few seconds before the meteorite was released, Trace, who sensed the psionic disorder, had already flashed into the air with Murphy.

"The Highlands are finished!"

Tracey snapped:

"That's a war meteorite used to attack the fortress, these gnolls are crazy! Actually use it to attack a barren plateau, where there is nothing! ”

"No, there are their enemies, our warriors. Get Dorothy and them back! Fast! ”

Murphy's eyes were filled with a cold glow.

He also expected that the deathmatch would be terminated early due to an accident, but he really didn't expect that a small piece of high ground would have to withstand the bombardment of five dimensional meteorites.

With Tracy's spell, just when the meteorite was only a few hundred meters away from the ground, she was still looking up at the sky in despair in the hunting illusion, and Dorothy, who was muttering to herself, was wrapped in a cloud of scarlet streamers.

She knew that someone was trying to pull her out of a desperate situation, and at the moment of disappearance, she quickly clasped the two subordinates beside her.

But the rest of the people really can't help it.

Brother Meow, who had just cut down a jackal on the battlefield, raised his head, and his glaring was seriously reflected in the meteorite that was getting closer and closer overhead.

Depend on!

Can this still be played?

And on the watchtower in the highlands, in the background of the meteorite fall, Mrs. Shui is hugging her husband, and Lao Huo picks up the sinking fish that is still looking up and runs outside the highlands.

"Boom"

The terrifying shaking of the ground represents the fall of a meteorite.

One shot made Brother Woo Meow's first battle group lose one-third of the people, the battlefield area is so big, even if the small players run for their lives, it is impossible to escape from the impact zone before the meteorite falls, this time the metameteorite is not just smashing and impact damage.

The astral psionic energy and filthy fire attached to it can also cause serious damage to the mind and body.

The second, the third, until the fifth meteorite fell to the ground, everything in this area was touched by the hands of the bear child, and the terrain that had been modified with all his might was potholed, and the blood flag was highland.

There was no more heights left, it turned into a shock crater.

All glory, all shame, all anger and joy were brutally buried in this way.

The First Band, with the exception of a few vampires who could fly and reacted quickly enough, was almost wiped out, along with the more than a thousand gnolls and cannon fodder who had been sent into battle.

The entire Black Flame Pass was silent at this moment.

Lord Heather slammed his favorite pipe to the ground and cursed a vulgar dwarven swearing, and Brother Bang and Qin Ye, who were observing the battlefield from a high place, also looked at each other, this kind of change was unexpected by the commander in the real world anyway.

Baldwin, the old corpse witch beside Qin Ye, shook his head and said in a dumb voice:

"You're really them off."

The elven rangers who were the most indifferent before were the quickest to react, and several vultures had already taken off with the air cavalry and were about to go over there to check the situation, but just as the elven riders were taking off, a female elf suddenly shouted:

"That's not right! Look there! Someone else is out there! ”

"Huh?"

The shout caused Murphy and Triss to turn back at the same time.

As the meteorite-bombarded highlands were blown away by the wind, a figure huddled there was struggling to get up in the shattered land that was still burning with filthy fire, in the pit of the original Blood Banner Heights.

It's a miracle!

The area around the high ground was hit by three meteorites in a row, and even the golden one could not have escaped unscathed.

Thirty-year-old Yan Sang looked at the shattered rocks and terrifying craters around him in horror, this old man was really frightened by the scene just now, but a layer of emerald green shimmer was lingering around his body to protect him like an eggshell.

He is also a member of the Big Bird Regiment, everyone else has learned the magic arts, and he himself has his own skill of pressing the bottom of the box.

As a scout, his attack power is really stretched, and his defense ability is also very bad, in order to prevent himself from being killed inexplicably, so when learning divine arts, he deliberately chose a rather strange skill.

Avalon Divine Spell: Natural Shelter: While the spell is active, the user can transfer all damage taken by themselves to a plant within 20 feet of them, and the user will not take any damage until the plant dies.

Yan Sang was only grateful that when the meteorite fell, he was in the middle of a large area of vampire vines that had been ripened and had already split, otherwise he would not have survived.

On this dead battlefield, Yansang climbed out of the impact pit with difficulty.

He looked like a man who had woken up in the Wasteland Age, stunned as he watched the battlefield where there was no one but himself, and not far away, Brother Meow's legendary battle axe was stuck in the ground in a desolate gesture, and the commander of the first regiment was already gone.

He also saw the foul-clawed gnolls charging beyond the battle zone in the distance.

Yansang knew he was finished.

But his heart was full of anger and unwillingness at this moment, and his mother's group of jackals stepped on horses and didn't talk about martial arts! Don't you want this flag? Lao Tzu is still here, don't even think about getting it!

So under the silent gaze of many people, Yansang rudely spat at his feet, took out the thing he was protecting in his arms, grabbed a broken spear and put it on, and raised it high.

In the next moment, the Filthy Claw Chieftain, who had lost interest in the battlefield, rose up in anger.

At the end of its eyes, on the razed battlefield, a lone Transansian was holding the damned blood banner aloft in the ashes of the apocalypse, swaying in the purple flames.

It's like a provocation.

The damn blood flag that humiliated the gnolls is still there! The flag stained red with the blood of the gnolls is still there!

Scald!

Can't even a meteorite destroy it?

All the gnoll priests behind Dirtclaw showed a look of astonishment, and even the old priest had cloudy eyes, what the hell was going on with these Transians? Is this still the Translancian who has been breached four times by the Black Plague, and each time has been killed as pigs by the rampaging gnolls?

That's not right!

It shouldn't be such a script!

"Rush!"

The foul claw squeezed the sound almost between its teeth, its vicious eyes bloodshot for a moment, and it staggered away from the lieutenant who wanted to support it, staring at the flying blood flags on the battlefield.

It was as if at this moment there was only it and the flag that seemed to be being output to it.

It yelled:

"Rush over! Tear him alive! I command you. No! I'm going to kill myself. I'm going to poof! ”

"Oh no, the chief is vomiting blood, come on!"

(End of chapter)