Position 2 fell about three-quarters of the way.

The remaining quarter of the area is shrouded in a serenade barrier to form a "protrusion", and the two Serenade cores are placed in the same area, and the dual shields drawn from the underground psionic nodes are strong enough for the gnolls to break through with their claws and weapons.

Even a meteorite will be resisted.

The moment this "strategic artifact" appeared on the battlefield, it announced the end of the Gnoll's general attack, and the Claw Master had to mobilize enough psionics to be able to break the crystal that had been fixed to the psionic node.

This thing is the embodiment of the master of the vampire arcane arts, it is a defensive relic created by the Secret Blood Clan for the Vulture Clan, three of which were found by Murphy and Trash during the disaster in Cadman City, the remaining four were buried under the rubble, and two more Serenade cores were found as the Brotherhood of Stonemasons began to rebuild the city.

But the last two core crystals were missing.

Triss guessed that the thing must have been caught up in the astral plane, while Murphy's guess was even bolder.

Endless Mannis said that there are still 100,000 people alive in Cadman City, and the main reason they survived there is probably because they managed to activate two core crystals in the astral plane.

In short, the Serenade Enchantment is a magical thing in every way, and with the Serenade Scepter in Tracy's hand, it turned the tide of battle like a stroke of genius in its first appearance in the Black Flame Pass.

However, the price of doing this is terrible.

Veteran players are almost wiped out!

They killed several times the enemy before they died, so that position No. 2 was "bleeding like a river" in the true sense of the word, but it was too late to grieve.

When Murphy returned to Position 3 with a large pile of psionic bags stocked with equipment, he found Maxim, who was also tired, before he had time to rest, saying:

"There is a limit to the defense of the Serenade Enchantment, once the Claw Master arrives, this enchantment will be truly tested, we can't focus all our hopes on this thing, you have to make a plan."

"The plan of the attack?"

Mark asked, and Murphy shook his head and said:

"Prepare to retreat while attacking! I have a hunch that the Claw-Claw Gnolls will do some unimaginable 'hard work' in the Blackflame Pass, and I know that Lord Heather's commanders are determined to stay here, but if the worst happens, you must make sure to leave a path for a quick retreat.

After three days, when the players are resurrected, I will take them to Position Three.

You are to retreat to the rear of the position, where you will recuperate and act in the shadows.

Tracey will send the remaining two Serenade Core Crystals to the Valley of the Shadows and the Maginot Line, where the two crystals will also be evacuated if necessary. Besides, you brought me the chief of the Plantagenets, and I had something to tell them. ”

"Hmm."

Mark had no objection and immediately got up and went to action.

Murphy shook his body a little, feeling a little dizzy, and he tried to find a place to rest, but in the next moment, Tracey's hand was holding his arm.

The Scarlet Witch said in a scolding and distressed tone:

"Look at you like this, I've rarely seen you so embarrassed, how many enemies have you killed?"

“2000？ 3000？ ”

Murphy shook his head and said:

"I didn't count after more than 1,000, though maybe only a third of them were gnolls? Trissy, I suddenly found ourselves focused on digging holes for the gnolls and ignoring the inconspicuous but very important group of kobolds.

I understand now, the black plague was nominally initiated by the jackals, but the kobold is the main cannon fodder among them.

The number of these guys is horrible.

We can't kill them as fast as they can live, so we'll have to find a way to get it to the old flywheel for me to fix it. ”

Murphy took down his broken, even broken-toothed chainsaw sword, and handed it to Dorothy, who was sitting there resting beside him, who wanted to scold her not to bother the old lady, but when she saw that it was Murphy who spoke, she immediately cheered up, and rushed to the direction of the psionists with the chainsaw sword in her arms.

Tracey helped Murphy to find a suitable place, but the Doge suddenly remembered something, shook his head, and with a strange resistance threw out the white dining chair called "Pava", and sat down on his own.

Not to mention, it's a pleasure to sit on this thing when you're tired after a fight.

"We must replicate Hogg's success among the gnolls and find a way to enlighten the kobolds as well."

Murphy gasped and took the blood-dripping wine from Tracey.

He took a sip and took a few crooked gnoll manes from his mouth with a strange expression.

Uh, this is the thing that sucked the blood from the enemy during the bloodthirsty battle just now, well, Murphy looked at this thing and suddenly thought of a very bad vulgar joke.

He pursed his lips and said to Tracey:

"I remember that the Bloodclaw Clan had an old kobold named Goldfang?"

"No, Murphy, kobolds are not gnolls, they don't have a 'civilization system', their social form is quite loose, there is even little connection between their tribes, they are several stages behind the level of civilization of the gnolls."

Tracey took out a handkerchief to help Murphy wipe the blood from his face, and said regretfully:

"And kobolds are everywhere in the continent, and the old gold tooth can't get them all to obey it. To deal with kobolds, you have to kill their owners first, which we have done in the first few black plagues. ”

"It's so inefficient, we have to find a way."

Murphy sighed.

He glanced at the character card.

Good guy, after this vicious battle, the power of his Scarlet Secret Ancestor has increased rapidly, and Scarlet Storm has also entered mastery from entry, and sure enough, the power of the Ancestor still has to continue to fight to grow rapidly.

"I'll sleep for a while."

Murphy leaned back in his chair and looked at the kobolds in the distance who were cleaning up the battlefield, and he said:

"Look good at night! Get all the vampires in the clan ready, for the next three days, there will be no players to help us, and we will have to be on our own. Alas, if I could have 30,000 players."

"Don't think about it, there's everything in your dreams, sleep."

Tracey, who had always loved cleanliness, was no longer entangled at this moment, and reached out to wrap her arms around Murphy's neck and let him lean against her chest.

Just a moment later, there was a slight snoring.

He was so tired.

"Maybe I should help him?"

Triss stroked Murphy's hair and thought to herself:

"Little Murphy is probably getting ready for the Silver Trial, well, maybe I can give him some experience. No, just give him some help, I seem to have learned a magic technique that can transfer power in the past? ”

——

Murphy only slept for three hours before he was woken up.

It was late at night, and midnight had left the vampires in good spirits, and Maxim had gathered the members of the Vulture Clan to follow his governor out on the hunt.

Before leaving, however, Murphy spoke with the commander of the Plantagenet Vanguard.

"How did you get yourself like this?"

Murphy looked at Major Ron, who was hanging his arm in front of him, and said:

"Was this slashed by a gnoll?"

"Well, the wounded in the battle is a man's medal!"

Major Ron didn't want to talk about it, and he didn't want the handsome vampire in front of him to know that he had actually fallen and sprained his arm in embarrassment.

It's also a shame.

However, the young major was also brave in the battle at dusk, and it is said that he personally led a group of gnolls who had secretly crossed Position 3 to blow up artillery ammunition, and he looked at Murphy and asked:

"Your general told me you have something to talk to me about?"

"Well, down to business."

Murphy looked left and right, approached Major Ron, pointed to the rear position, and whispered:

"Do you know where the artillery positions of the brass dwarves are? Do you know where their ammunition depot is? ”

"You know, those bastards have their best artillery on the eighth position, and their guns only need to be a kilometer forward to support the front line, but I haven't seen a single brass dwarf appear from start to finish."

Ron yelled:

"What a bullshit Guardian of the Dark Mountains, this style is even more disgusting than a kobold."

"That's exactly what I'm going to say."

Murphy blinked and said to Major Ron:

"I want you and your soldiers to be ready to forcibly take over the artillery in the hands of those brass dwarves at some point!"

"Huh?"

Major Ron was taken aback by this order, and he asked rhetorically:

"Isn't this a mutiny?"

"Hey, they don't dare to fight the gnolls, so do they dare to fight you to the death?"

Murphy scoffed and said:

"The courage of the brass dwarves has long been corrupted by the silver of the white flowers!

Especially after the brass fortress was built, they hid in the fortress for two hundred and forty years without a large-scale invasion, and the gold business was so prosperous that even the stubborn dwarves would become cowards under the attack of silver bullets.

Don't let them fool you.

Of course, I won't let you go now.

Wait for the right time, you know?

You look like a smart guy, and I think you should know when I'm talking about it.

Don't worry about being settled by the Autumn Queen, Lord Heather has actually been dissatisfied with these compatriots of hers for a long time, as long as you pick the perfect moment to take over the position, Lord Heather will not embarrass you.

If she really wants to arrest you on charges of treachery, she will confess to me and say that I made you do this.

This governor still has a little bit of thin face on the side of the Blood Alliance clan.

Rest assured, this will not affect your future. ”

"yes, I see."

Major Ron was a young man from a military background, he was not lacking in courage and reason, and he knew very well that if he could get the fire assistance of the dwarves today, the second position would not necessarily be undefinite.

Now that the Transans have wiped out the Gentile establishment in a war, the vampire governor in front of him must be on fire in his heart.

Besides, as a professional artilleryman, Major Ron has long wanted to try the regular firepower of the brass dwarves, don't look at the military reform of the Plantagenet Kingdom is in full swing, but if you really want to talk about artillery firepower, you still have to look at the dwarves.

After all, these dwarf mounds have been playing with guns and cannons since humans were still throwing stones at each other.

"Frazier's injuries aren't too bad to go into battle, right?"

Murphy took the hot melt sword from Maxim, he glanced at Major Ron, and said:

"The son of Capet is frightened? Don't you dare to come to the men's playground to play? ”

"Fraser has been discharged from the hospital and he is mobilizing the remaining 4,000 people in our camp on the Cato border."

Major Ron defended his good friend with a straight face:

"He'll be on the battlefield soon, Vampire Governor, and I won't let you say that about my brother!"

"Hmph, it's quite grumpy."

Murphy pursed his lips, and was about to leave when he suddenly rolled his eyes, he flapped his wings and levitated in the air, and said to Major Ron behind him:

"We vampires are going to take down the gnolls and retake our second position, those barbarians are no match for us in the night, it is easy to expel them, but how to hold the position during the day is a big problem.

I said, "Don't you plantagenets always boast that your courage is not weaker than that of other peoples?"

You're idle here, so why don't you go for a spin with us? ”

"Hah, a hunting invitation from a vampire?"

Major Ron smiled with interest and said:

"Of course, why not? During the day, to be honest, I was also holding back the fire in my heart. Robinson! Bring my gun, shout out to the brothers, let's fight! ”

Ten minutes later, Murphy and the 2,000 combatants of the Blood Vulture Clan had flown into the clouds high in the sky, and their flight at this altitude would not be detected by any reconnaissance spells on the ground.

The Governor stretched his wings in the air, and he glanced back at the back.

The total number of the Blood Vulture Clan was less than 500 before the start of the Black Plague, but less than a month after the start of the Black Plague, their number had skyrocketed to more than 2,300.

Maxim's 1,600 warriors are the "Reserve Vampires", and when all of them are transformed by Source Blood in the heat of battle, the number of the Vulture Clan will exceed 3,000.

It was still nothing compared to the other clans, but looking at the midnight warriors in military uniforms, with solemn faces and strong wills, Murphy was extremely satisfied.

None of these warriors are bound by the depraved and shady blood pact.

Each of them is free, their will tempered in the flames of the Black Plague, and even the reason for entering midnight is not for the ethereal thing of power, they have become vampires with the will of "guardianship".

None of the Blood Alliance clans of Lord Pa Ying could be so pure, but Murphy's Blood Vulture Clan did.

"These are the seeds of a new era."

Murphy whispered.

Maxim, who was beside him, also nodded in agreement, as Murphy's most trusted heir, Maxim could fully understand the meaning of his master's words.

He knew that Lord Murphy was very dissatisfied with the current situation of vampires, and he wanted to set off a "reform" in a stagnant Blood-Clan society.

"Mark, this is for you."

Murphy took a jar of source blood from the psionic bag and handed it to Maxim, who didn't take it at all, saying:

"You're humiliating me, master!"

"You can be like Adele and still call me 'master' after freedom."

Murphy whispered:

"But you know, I don't like blood deeds! Never liked it. If we've done everything we can to achieve freedom for Lady Leenia, and you're still in your blood, won't everything we've done in vain?

Mark, don't worry about losing the blood pact between you and me.

It doesn't have to be this way, it won't be so, you've put on a lock called 'loyalty', which is much more useful than some bullshit blood pact.

What's more, you need to be in a better state during the Silver Trial, and the Source Blood will strengthen you, making you the most relied on general after entering the Silver, becoming the 'Scarlet Sword of Translasia'. ”

"Even if you explain it like that, you know, losing my connection to you will hurt me."

Maxim reluctantly took the source blood handed by Murphy again, and said:

"Not everybody is going to crave those."

"It's one thing whether you need it or not, it's another thing whether I give it or not."

The Vampire Lord smiled.

He fastened a special black whistle to his arm, and then the first to take the lead gathered his wings from the clouds high in the sky and plummeted downward.

Maxim followed, followed by teams of Blood Vulture warriors behind him.

They were like meteors falling in the night, without dazzling flames of light or a shocking sense of power, but they made a high-pitched and piercing sound when the whistles touched the air.

The closer you get to the ground, the more real the scream becomes.

It's like a demon crawling out of hell is invading the world with its teeth and claws.

The kobolds and jackals on Position 2 looked up in panic, and they were greeted by a gloomy storm of darkness in the night, and blood flashed in the lightning storm brewing in Tracy.

The one at the head is none other than the "End of the Gnolls".

"Run!"

Murphy wielded the Necessary Evil and the Molten Blade, and in the kinetic energy of the Hell's Dive was exerted, he roared:

"Remember when I said I'd kill you all in three days? Sorry, I changed my mind! ”

(End of chapter)