Red-eyed and defenseless, the Filthy Claw Chieftain rode on his all-white majestic wolf and rushed to the battlefield with the elite and claw-splitting reinforcements of his clan.

The chieftain was in a very abnormal state at this time.

It stared at the handful of Transians who were still stubbornly resisting on the shattered land in front of it, and the words in its mouth made it feel like it was too stressed and a little crazy.

It is commonly known as annoyance, shame, anger, and mentality after breaking the big defense.

This is understandable.

Since the Hurley Overseer's "righteous and strict" request that the Filthy Claw Clan be responsible for the attack on the Blood Banner Heights, the self-proclaimed Filthpaw Chief has lost nearly 2,000 elites in this hellish place, and although its clan is dependent on the Splitting Claw Clan to grow, 2,000 elites is still a headache sacrifice.

What's more, the elites of the Filthy Claw Clan are all tempered with the secret methods of the Jackals, and the cost of training is more exaggerated than that of ordinary elite brutes and hunters, the Filthclaw Chieftain is an ambitious person, and he knows that every elite within the clan must be used well in order for it to grab more benefits and climb up the ladder in this black plague.

But the hard-earned warrior was swept away in the trap of the cunning Transansian by Tracey's unskilled lightning storm, a thing that would be unacceptable to any enterprising leader.

Even more terrifying than the loss of her own manpower, the death order from the Splittal Master, who had always looked down on her, demanded that the Filthypaw Chieftain must disgrace the Bloodflag Heights and advance to the vicinity of the Blackflame Pass before the Splittals army arrives, or else turn them into voodoo puppets.

With Chief Foulclaw's knowledge of the master's cruel methods, that guy could definitely do such a thing.

It knew that the Splittal Clan had treated it as cannon fodder, just as it had used Popoc and the deserters as cannon fodder, a cruel means necessary to achieve a necessary end.

It's a matter of survival and must be taken seriously!

And after the meteorite technique fell from the sky and completely razed the position of the Tranciians, it seemed that all threats had disappeared, but the damned Tranciians obviously did not intend to give up just like that, they were like Xiaoqiang who could not be killed, and they could still fight back after the meteorite washed the ground.

Obviously, there are less than twenty people left, and it is clear that the elite of the gnolls under his command can destroy them as long as one of them is encircled, and destroy the provocative battle flag forever, but it just can't be done!

Jackals with a bit of brains should know that something is wrong when they see the flaming blade in Natalie's hand across the battlefield, and it is nonsense in itself to try to use the numerical advantage of a god to send a god to send a god to war.

People are so big that they can still watch you kill the people they choose? Where will the face of the gods go?

It's time to retreat!

But the problem is that the Filthy Claw Chief doesn't want to die, and it thinks it can fight back.

"Rush! Follow me! ”

The chieftain, mounted on the wolf, shouted in a piercing, high-pitched voice.

It swung the Chieftain's Staff and sprinkled its own voodoo enhancements on its own people, making them stronger and more violent, suppressing their sanity and daring them to follow it in the fight against the White Knight.

That guy is just a silver rank, and he can control her!

As long as their own soldiers can destroy all the remaining Transansians, as long as their own soldiers can destroy the blood flag that is still fluttering, this wave of themselves can achieve death and survival!

When the Chieftain Banner surrounded by the voodoo glow finally appeared on the battlefield, the Foulclaw Gnolls who had already been killed and their morale had collapsed quickly regrouped, and the battlefield aura effect from the Chieftain's Banner once again applied bloodlust to them, squeezing out the fear in their hearts and making the blood surge again.

Overwhelmingly numerous, they roared like a mountain and pressed down on them, and the voodoo hunters behind the formation kept firing their bows and arrows, shooting the venomously infused bone arrows at the vampires in the air.

In a dozen seconds, several vampire players were hit and fell, and the first warband, which was already only a few people, was hit hard.

Yan Sang, who was holding the battle flag in the rear, was already calling Qin Ye's second regiment to hurry into the battlefield to change defenses.

He could see it clearly, although there was the unparalleled Natalie President who was pressing the formation, there was only one white knight after all, and she was still a little far from the super lethality of the legendary old Finok, and no matter how much she could kill, she couldn't resist the Dirty Claw Clan pressed by the whole army.

The formation of the elite gnolls in front of him pounced like a tide sweeping everything, and even the giant sharks, which were becoming more and more crazy under Vam's gaze, were pressed back step by step.

"Score! Yansang, we're 1200 points now, summon two waves of hussars! ”

Reed's screams echoed through the team's frame, bringing the anxious Yansang back to his senses, and he immediately threw in his last support points to summon the hussars to storm X2.

This was not to kill or defeat, but to buy time for Qin Ye's second battle group to enter the position for defense.

In the battle zone in front of her, Natalie is still slashing left and right.

But she has been surrounded by elite gnolls, and under the control of various spells released by the Filthy Paw Chieftain himself, the leader of the adventurer's guild is like falling into the mire and becoming unable to move an inch, and she can protect herself, but the players with less than ten people left can't do it.

They are retreating.

Thankfully, the ones who survived were winged vampires, and they were able to maintain good mobility despite the weakening of the day.

When these guys retreated to safety, the 100 hussars began to appear in the scarlet portal that opened on the flank of the battlefield, although the hussars were fearless, it was still a bit of a hanger to fight against the elite gnolls with 100 men against the elite gnolls in front of them at least 2000 or more, and it obviously took a chance to maximize the impact power of the hussars.

"Their chief! That damn banner is an aura effect, and I just saw that the gnolls who get close to the flag are like crazy! It must be ruined! ”

Xiao Wei Ming, who had an arrow stuck in her arm, bared her teeth in pain, that is, she was nervous and could continue to fight in the impact of voodoo that affected her mind, Xiao Wei Ming had obviously opened her blood thirst just now, and there was still blood stains on her mouth that had not been wiped clean, and the scarlet streamer in her eyes was also a little dazzling and scary.

She screamed at her embarrassed brothers:

"The banner stimulates the gnolls' belligerent minds and suppresses their fears, and the chief of their banner is also a voodoo master, and it and the banner must be killed to break the gnolls' morale.

Ms. Natalie clearly knows this.

She's struggling to get closer to the chief, and we need help! ”

"We can't protect ourselves."

The grizzled vampire Captain Flamehead yelled:

"It's hard for us to even fly over! Uther, what are you doing? ”

"Nonsense!"

Lord Uther, the Holy Light Vampire, who had already taken out the Decisive Wine, gritted his teeth and shouted:

"I'll make a way for you! This is the will of the Light! Lao Tzu wants to drink this big treasure and then blow up with a gorgeous holy light, I don't believe that it can't be blown up, and there are still nine of us, all the way to blow it up to give Ms. Natalie a chance.

And giant sharks

That guy has gone crazy!

His strange berserk state stacks a buff on every person he kills, much like a self-propelled killing book, and he can help President Natalie with close kills.

But brothers, we may have to prepare for the worst when we lose all our equipment.

If we die in the enemy pile, those guys may pick up our things, and it doesn't matter if Yantou and I are both newcomers, but we are all veteran players, and it is not easy to get this equipment. ”

"When is TM, and are you still mentioning equipment? Is this the time to think about this? Isn't there still a little rich woman? Can Eda make us lose money? ”

Che Che, who survived the meteorite, had red eyes, and while picking off the good equipment on his body and throwing it into his bag, he threw the psionic bag of the dormitory brothers he had just picked up on the ground, and he casually changed into a veteran equipment, and he also took out the decisive wine and the last battle spell, and shouted:

"Now you can't live without fighting, brothers, now you must live to die! See you at Valhalla! ”

After speaking, the "last hope of the dormitory" opened her wings and pounced forward, Xiao Weiming, the little rich woman, didn't care about the loss of equipment at all, she followed closely with her hammer guard, and Captain Yantou and Uther flew while communicating with the giant shark that had already gone up.

Although the latter is in a rage, there is nothing wrong with communication.

He didn't object to this death plan at all, and now he naturally gave birth to a heroic force again, and with a roar, he carried an axe and slashed away the brute soldiers in front of him with a ferocious and deadly whirlwind, like a scarlet lightning to kill Lady Natalie's position.

Yansang became lonely again.

He stood beside the former Blood Banner Heights, now by the crater, looking at the hussar support that had begun to accelerate on his flanks, and at the psionic packs piled up at his feet, all of which were drops that his dead brothers could pick up.

"!"

Yan Sang shuddered and grabbed his pipe and took a puff for himself.

As the smoke rose, he saw a crazy purple storm lit up on the black gnoll position in front of him.

It was the psionic energy that drank the decisive wine and made a last fight in a desperate state, he gasped, and quickly made up his mind, scolding as he took off his equipment and threw it into his bag, and slammed the battle flag in his hand into the ground.

He shouted at Lao Qin's newsletter:

"I'm going to deliver it! Old Qin, the flag is here, it's handed over to you!

Fuck it's not a matter of competition or gameplay anymore, these stupid gnolls have humiliated us, this humiliating defeat has left us in shame, and the NPCs must be laughing at us.

You old boy must keep Lao Tzu for five days! Pick up our lost face!

Did you hear me! ”

"I think you're fucking embarrassing Lao Tzu."

Qin Ye scolded angrily:

"In this kind of formation, you let Lao Tzu take his head and guard it for five days? If you want to die, hurry up, no matter how weak my old arms and legs are, I can guard you until you are resurrected. ”

"Good!"

Yan Sang threw his calculation orb into his bag and put it at his feet, he added a state of speed to himself and rushed to the front battlefield, and pulled out the decisive wine and held it in his hand.

Behind him, the blood-colored battle banner held up with a broken spear had long since lost its former beauty.

Even with the protection of the smoke mulberry, the meteorite bombardment still made it tattered, looking like a broken thing picked up from a garbage heap, but it was still waving in the wind, blowing and roaring in the fierce wind of this battlefield.

Like the roar of the vampire players who are using their lives to open the way for Natalie and the Giant Shark before they disappear.

That's a very vulgar scolding.

It would seem vulgar and unseemly in any context, but how to put it? That's probably what the battlefield feels like?

This is probably the taste of the blood spilled by the brave man in the war?

"Giant shark! This is Lao Tzu's last fucking assist, if you kid can't take that head, just wait for Lao Tzu to Gank you offline! Gnoll cubs, eat grandpa's big self-detonation technique! ”

At the roar of Captain Yantou, he folded his wings and fell from the sky, smashing like a scarlet meteorite into the gnoll formation in front of him.

The purple brilliant storm erupted in a dense explosion in the next moment, engulfing a large group of gnolls around it, and it was difficult to kill elite lives unless it was close to this level of self-detonation.

But here's the problem, it's not about killing, either!

The extremely corrosive filthy psionic energy was like a sprinkling of sulfuric acid, causing the gnolls who were hit to cover their eyes and scream back, this kind of corroded pain obviously cannot be carried by will, in this continuous formation interference, the gnolls guards guarding the tainted claw chief also began to waver.

In addition to the reason why Natalie, who was holding the watchman in front of her, rushed to the front of the battle in a matchless posture, the invincible trampling of the hussars who had already entered the flank also exacerbated the chaotic situation.

Chief Foulclaw seemed to suddenly come to his senses at this moment.

It looked around blankly, and when it found that it was only a dozen meters away from the terrifying Divine Choice, the guy screamed "Escort".

It grabbed the Dusk Emblem hanging from its neck, apparently emitting some kind of abnormal light, and tossed it aside like a hot potato, and the thing began to burn and melt when it fell to the ground, and a strange vicious laugh could be heard in it.

At this terrible moment, it was clearly calculated.

No, it's abandoned!

Source told it that the land must be filled with blood and pain in order to trigger a devastating wraith-onslaught if necessary, but the Tawdaw Chief himself did not anticipate that his own blood and pain were part of the ritual.

Like a sacrifice to a fallen victory, it has to be unique enough.

"Ahhh Death to the master! ”

Cheche threw out his last shot of psionic lightning to knock out a few of the guards, then took a sip of the decisive wine, and his eyes were red and he pounced on it to launch a final fight the moment the three war spears were inserted into his heart.

This guy's potential has been unleashed to an extremely high level, which directly leads to his destructive power under the self-detonation tactics to increase exponentially.

The terrifying storm of filthy psionic energy, blessed by the last psionic lightning, knocked out the last obstacle between Natalie and the Filthypaw Chieftaw, and watched as the White Knight stepped forward and swung the flaming "Curry Stick" greatsword, and the Filthy Claw Chief screamed and crushed his own talisman at the bottom of the box.

In an instant, more than a dozen vicious spells were thrown, slowing Natalie's movements, and a "zombie beast" enhanced with necromancy and voodoo was released.

It resembled a twisted product of a toothed elephant and a drunken bull, and before it could roar, it was slashed by the Watcher's sword, and its villain master took the deadly blow, and the power of the god of nature exploded in an instant, and the blue fire of purification purified the vicious creation.

Chief Foulclaw had vanished in place, surely diverted with a strange voodoo spell, but Natalie was not disappointed, and immediately stepped forward to slash the Foulclaw Clan's voodoo banner with a sword.

The impact of this kind of thing on battlefield morale is too great.

The moment the Dirtclaw Clan's battle flag fell, the surrounding gnolls roared in unison, and some of the gnolls who witnessed Natalie's mighty might even began to retreat on their own initiative, while on the other side, the Foulclaw Chieftain, who had replaced himself to the rear of the position with a "king-rook castling", gasped for breath.

It had just walked around on the edge of death, and its mind was still foggy, when it suddenly felt a sharp pain coming from behind it.

The shameless attack on the battlefield made the chief look back angrily, and saw that Popock, the coward who had been deferential to him until now, was moving away from him, and a short figure with a hood was gesturing at him next to the young man of the Black-Eyed Clan.

That gesture means "look ahead"!

"Huh?"

Stabbed by the sharp blade quenched with the venom of the swamp serpent, the Filthy Claw Chieftain, who had already embarked on the path of reporting to the Lord of the Hunt, turned back in weakness and saw a red light descending from the sky.

The creature was a vampire with the fire of the Wrath of Vam's Rage, roaring from the sky with a legendary battle axe, slashing the weapon in a classic jumping stance.

"Poof"

In the splatters of blood, the Filthy Claw Chief was crushed to the ground by the force.

The Vam decapitator slashed through the shoulders into its torso, shattering the last of its mind and life with a single blow.

The surrounding gnolls were stupid.

Seeing the Chieftain die in battle, they only had one thought in their hearts, but the giant shark who had just completed the hidden achievement of "Five-Star Killer Chief Assassin" was not afraid.

This crazy guy drank the decisive wine just now, and thought that he would not have a chance to do great things, but he did not expect that this stupid chief would actually take the initiative to send it to the door.

He's going to be so high!

I feel that my life has been extremely shining, but I don't care about the knives and axes around me.

Hi!

Isn't it just a life, what a big deal, take it away! Lao Tzu's good head is bet on you first, and I will take it myself in three days!

"It's just a pity for this good axe."

The giant shark whose whole body was covered in blood was like a giant shark taking a bath in a pool of plasma complained, and at the moment of launching his last fight, he whispered:

"How? Old Warm! Lao Tzu's performance is okay, right? ”

"It's okay, so-so."

A gruff voice answered the shark's inquiry in a trance, but the mad creature couldn't hear it anymore, for he had turned into a wisp of heroic soul in the purple streamer of burning life and returned to his world, waiting to be re-online in three days.

Perhaps because Vam added a little bit of "special effects" to the ending of the Berserker's feast, in short, the Shark's last-ditch explosion was more than five times more powerful than the other vampires.

Nearly all life within thirty yards of the radius was wiped out with a single blow, and even the remains of the Tawcon Chief were corroded to the point where they were not in shape.

"Go! Take its head and that axe. ”

Nash, wrapped in a hood, said to Popok Blackeye, who was panting next to him:

"The stupid Dirtclaw Clan has wasted a good opportunity, they have not been able to kill all the Transians despite their absolute superiority, cowards and losers have paid for their foolishness, and the Overseers of Hurley will reward you for your outstanding performance."

"I feel like you're making fun of me, Nash."

Popock stepped forward and cut off the unrecognizable head of the Dirtclaw Chieftain, and carried the legendary battle axe wrapped in red light behind his back, and he cursed:

"I just did what I had to do, and I was loyal to the chieftain of the Whiptail Clan. By the way, can I keep this powerful axe? ”

"You'd better not do that."

Nash glanced to the end of the battlefield.

On the razed battlefield, where the new Translanthian warriors were arrayed, the blood-colored banner raised again and flying in the wind.

The Bloodclaw Chief breathed a sigh of relief, and said to Popock beside him:

"The Foulclaw Chieftain's brazen sneak attack has completely angered the Heroic Spirits of Transancia, and whoever holds this axe next will be the target of revenge for those Heroic Spirits, you have seen how terrible these madmen are, so if you don't live enough, give the axe to your most hated guy.

Of course, you can also give it as a trophy to Overseer Hurley.

Well, just a suggestion. ”

(End of chapter)