The Splittals have lost another Overseer.

Or the very high-status front-line Grand Overseer, counting the Overseers of Hurley and the Death Mesa, and the Overseer who died in the Valley of the Plague, in the first half month of the Black Plague, when the intensity of the battle was far from reaching the limit, the Gnoll's start seemed to be "not perfect".

In the past, this kind of damage was enough to affect the progress of the Black Plague, but this time the Jackals seem to be prepared.

When the failure of the Black Flame Pass attack was reported back to the base camp of the Splittal Clan along with the defeated soldiers, the Master Mother Potana did not say anything special about it.

It was as if none of this was worth her attention.

In fact, it is.

The Black Flame Pass crushed the onslaught of the gnolls, but in fact the gnolls withdrew from position 1 at the last moment, so the losses of the 50,000 vanguard gnolls were at most one-fifth, and most of the main force was saved and returned to the main force under the leadership of those low-level overseers.

The casualties of the kobold servants are terrifying, but the problem is that the jackals don't know how many kobolds have died, they don't have the brains to accurately count battle damage, and even the kobolds themselves don't care much about this kind of loss.

Accidents and deaths, this is the normal life of those ignorant guys.

They are also not very good at complaining, after all, kobold elders will also feel that their clan has too many people to manage, and a proper "death and death" is a good thing that will help the development of the group.

The idiots are all dead, and the good genes can be continued.

Passed down from generation to generation, one day, kobold people can also give birth to their own "king of kobolds".

Well, kobolds don't actually think so much, their walnut heads don't allow them to think so long-term.

In short, Chief Potana read the battle report from the front in a very indifferent manner, although he was a little distressed about the death of his Grand Overseer, but considering that the guy did not obey his orders very much, so.

Well dead!

He should perhaps bestow the glorious title of "Foolish Minions Destroyer" on the Transansians who killed it.

"How far are we from the Black Flame Pass"?

In her extravagant Thunder Lizard War Chariot, Potana, dressed in a full voodoo priest's attire, asked, and a clever gnoll psionic master standing beside her glanced at the map and immediately replied:

"If you march quickly, you can get close in a day and a night."

"Don't rush, take your time."

Potana smiled grimly and waved her paw.

The psyker followed, and the gnoll, the Overseer, who had been keeping her safe, turned away.

It is worth noting that not only does this Gnoll Overseer have a very "luxurious" set of clan-style voodoo plate armor, but its primary weapon is not the flail or tomahawk spear that the Gnoll people use.

It's a sword!

A two-handed greatsword-style greatsword-style greatsword, it was a distinctly human-style creation, not much ornamentation but with a flickering north wind inscription on the sword, and a layer of ice blade on the outside of its blade as a spiritual enhancement destruction.

The shape of the sword's hilt and the junction of the blade is shaped into a superb and powerful wolf's head swallowing sword, and the ruby on the wolf's head sparkles like holy blood.

Wolf Blood Holy Sword!

One of the three artifacts of Nordutov.

It has been lost for more than hundreds of years, and even in today's Nordutov, many bards regard it as a codified object of legend.

But it was real, and though the artifact was still resisting, the inscription on the blade of the sword would always reflect a strange dark red as the gnoll Overseer walked.

It was the divine power of the Lord of the Hunt who was expelling the blessing of the North Wind God Su on this holy sword, and when the corrosion was completed, this thing would become a "holy object" in the Gnoll civilization.

This is obviously not the first time the gnolls have done such a thing.

In many black plagues, they have plundered many treasures from all over the continent, and those once sacred relics have now been contaminated and handed over to the big names of the gnolls.

For example, the self-proclaimed "Bone Biting King" Gelman Biting has a warhammer from the dwarves in his hand, which was once called "The Power of Gorgon Gaia", but now it is called "The Power of the Biting Bone".

It was once the trophy of the Biting Bone King, and now it is a sacred relic of the Biting Bone Clan.

Another example is that Potana also has a pair of voodoo battle claws called "Corrosive Wounds", which are sacred relics of the Shadow Elves and are now the symbol of the Splitting Claw Clan.

When the Wolf Blood Sword is also contaminated, then the Splitclaw Clan will have a second sacred artifact worthy of special mention, which symbolizes the rise of the Splittal Clan.

Of course, that's all for later.

Portana's biggest problem at the moment was how to take the Black Flame Pass, which proved to be stupid and ineffective with manpower, and the general attack of 50,000 Vanguard was a rehearsal.

The Claw Splitter is not stupid.

The 50,000 troops she sent were just enough to cover the width of the battlefield in the Black Flame Pass, and if these people couldn't break through the first five of the twelve defensive lines of the Black Flame Pass in a short period of time, it would mean that more people would only turn the war into the worst "tug-of-war" and "oil war".

The general assault lasted only a week, but it gave the Mistress all the information she needed.

"Gaia, Mother Earth, declared the Black Flame Pass her holy place, which meant that the effects of meteorite there would be minimized, and Sue, Avalon, and Vam were said to have chosen another holy place outside of the pass.

Hehe, even the gods are afraid of the birth of the Lord of the Hunt, and they are very active this time. ”

The Claw Splitter Lady walks back and forth in her own moving luxury war vehicle.

She doesn't have much fear of the gods, she is a psychicist, and psionics are the most ungodly people on the continent, and she has a lot of detailed evidence to prove that the gods' godhood is not "glorious".

But this is not to be told to the subordinates, after all, the gnolls will soon have their own gods.

However, it was not a good idea to let the gods descend on the Black Flame Pass, so the Claw Splitter Mother planned to fix the problem before the next attack began.

She's arrogant!

She wanted to restrain the gods, but the Mother of Claw did have a way to restrain them.

Potana sat back on her "throne", as a female gnoll, she was not very fond of decorating her chieftaincy with her head, so this throne was probably the most "simple" of all the gnoll chieftains, with no real skull carved into a mock skull with various colored gemstones.

It makes it look priceless, and it's the "jeweled" form that ladies love.

Despite Chief Potana's years of exposure to voodoo, she was shriveled and emaciated, and had no ladylike demeanor, but in her youth she was a "claw-splitting flower", and the jackals who pursued her could stretch from the Brass Fortress to the Grey Desert.

The three cubs she left behind also inherited her former "beauty" and majesty.

Unfortunately, Potana may be a good and ambitious chieftain, but not a good mother, resulting in a very poor relationship between her and her children, all three of whom have left the Splittal Clan and established their own small clan in the Dark Mountains.

"My partner, I need your help."

Potana took out the pearl bracelet, stroked it a few times, and said:

"You've invited me to join your organization several times, and I know you don't really care about me, what you want is control of the Claw Clan. Actually, it's not impossible to talk about it.

Although we have some disagreements about the ultimate belonging of the world, at least in the destruction of the continental civilization, we still have the possibility of cooperation.

Therefore, in the name of cooperation, I would like to ask you to help me limit the activities of the gods in the Black Flame Pass.

I know it's hard, but you've boasted to me that you don't have to worry about your divine powers as long as you join you, and I don't think you're bragging, right? ”

"I don't know which faction's idiots came up with such outrageous views to you in the first place, but the truth is, Twilight is just a real-world organization, and our influence in the astral plane is quite limited."

Genna's indifferent voice that had not changed for 10,000 years rang out from the pearl bracelet, and she explained:

"The gods only have a projection of power in the astral plane, and the moment they ascend to the gods, not only the material world, but even the astral realm can no longer carry the truth they have, and if you want to limit the gods, you can only do it in the subspace.

But are you blind?

Do you think we can really come and go in subspace? ”

"Of course you can, don't fool me, I've seen you travel around the world through the rift in the material world in the subspace, and I know you can do it, otherwise I wouldn't be looking for you."

Potana sneered, and in the midst of the disgusting gnoll's strange laughter, she said:

"The activity of the gods in this dark plague has become a big problem, and they must be separated from mortals"

"Why separate? You wretched fellow. ”

Yuan snorted and said vaguely:

"The closer the two sides are connected, the happier we are, the gods and men should not be too close to each other, and the moment the gods perceive the danger and begin to turn to mortals for help, they are doomed to a miserable end.

Of course, you don't understand.

You're not the one after all, you're not the one who knows the secrets of the gods as a mortal, and what the Lord is planning is something that a pathetic gnolloll like you can't even think of.

Well, we can't restrict the free movement of the gods, but we can pray to the shadows in the subspace, and maybe it's a good time for an anomalous invasion of the gods to happen at this time.

After all, man has a human war, and God also has a conflict with God.

But then what?

Portana, we've helped you restrain the gods, and then what are you going to do? ”

"Continuing on the path you've charted, of course, just like the madman you proposed."

The Splitting Claw Master said in a subtle tone:

"The Black Flame Pass is already full of corpses, they are alive, the souls of pain who died in war, I have done everything you need for you, and even added fire to it. If the secret art you claim is really that powerful, perhaps you will be able to make another threat to the world when we launch the largest attack.

And, of course, the ugly things your companions have made called 'nezumi', and I'll admit they're doing a pretty good job, hehe, the idiots of Blackflame Pass can't understand why I'm sending so many people to death

They are so caught up in the war in front of them that they can't understand what is happening under their solid position, heh, I feel like I've won the victory in advance, but I just want to give them despair at the last moment!

They think the gnolls are stupid, but they ignore that the Splittal Clan worships wisdom as they chase power.

As I said, our end goals are different, but we can work together in the Plague.

Oh yes.

There's one more thing you'll definitely be interested in, Murphy. The lord of Translasia, the vampire lord you've always seen as a thorn in the side, my men have determined that he is in command of a strange group of 'undead' in the Black Flame Pass.

It was because of their activity that my attacks suffered defeat after failure.

I've lost three Overseers, two of whom are related to him.

This kid is a threat!

For both of us.

I don't know about the feud between you and him, but I can find a way to carry out an assassination if you need to. ”

"Not necessarily! It's a matter between us, or let's settle it ourselves. ”

The source refused.

But she obviously didn't intend to let Murphy go so easily, especially after confirming his location, Gen's attention immediately shifted.

She very perfunctorily completed the plan with the gnoll housewife, and then disconnected from it.

Gen opened his eyes.

It seems that the sleeping man quietly wakes up.

But she didn't really fall asleep, and after that tragic death many years ago, she had already said goodbye to sleep and dreams.

Dreams are dangerous, they are the secret realm where the human spirit interacts with the world, and it is also the easiest place to be penetrated.

Especially for a veteran cultist, it is much more difficult to protect himself in dreams than in the material world, and dreams on this continent are not safe, and there are some very old and terrible things hidden in them.

The Nightmare Tyrant Ba Feng is counted as one, but it is not the only manifestation of the power of Nightmare in the material world, and the shadows of the subspace are very good at this kind of silent infiltration.

Yuan is one of the leaders of the cultists, but she is no less wary of subspace than others, because she understands their existence form better, so Yuan never gets too involved in the interaction between subspace and the material world.

From this point of view, the faction of Source should be classified as "conservative" in the Twilight Order.

"Jingle Bells"

The door to the Witch Cafe is pushed open.

Gen Er, who has just woken up and is busy at the bar, should be called "Manager Luna" in this case.

She slipped a can of coffee head into the grinder next to her, and didn't look at the guy who pushed the door in and sat directly at the bar.

She was busy, and asked without looking up:

"So, my assistant barista."

"Dead."

The man in front of him in a strange denim outfit shrugged his shoulders and said:

"I asked the chief monk, but his people told me that Judelaw's consciousness had not returned to the subspace, and that he was dead, and that the all-powerful subspace shadow could not protect poor Judelaw.

A power that can bypass the blessing of the subspace and kill us directly has appeared, and it is not the first time.

Ah, that's scary.

Since the appearance of the Governor of Translasia, Lady Cecilia, me, the Explorers, and now Jude Law, and even you, have failed in all five attempts, and all of them have been related to Lord Murphy.

I went to the city of Sico last night.

I must regret to inform you that a priest of extraordinary origin from the Church of the Dead Moon has stepped in, and under the watchful eye of Hades, we 'thieves' are no longer as free as we once were.

You know, the store manager.

I don't believe in fate, but now it seems that this Murphy is really our natural nemesis. ”

"Then get rid of him."

Luna continued to busied, and said with the indifferent demeanor of a cold half-elf barista:

"If he's going to do bad things, then give him a lesson in the marrow after he's messed everything up, you're right, that guy has some strange power to restrain the blessings of subspace, he's the chosen one of the suspected creators, our natural enemy!

So we're going to have to find someone who won't be restrained by him to do this, do you have any proposals? ”

"Aren't you the best killer?"

The "explorer" sitting at the bar joked:

"With your help, we can naturally sit back and relax. Well, by the way, you can't be in front of Lady Triss at this time, it's a far cry from the perfect scene you designed for her reunion with you. Alas, it wasn't me who said you, my dear store manager.

You're good at everything, but you're always in trouble when it comes to things related to Lady Trace.

But it's not your fault, what rebellious child dares to behave in front of his mother?

Why don't I find a way to help you get rid of this weakness? ”

"Okay."

Storing Luna in front of the explorer with a cup of freshly brewed coffee, she looked up, her eyes glowing with blood-red light, and she leaned on the counter like an old shopkeeper who fished fish, and said to the staff in her shop:

"You can try, don't think that your broken puppets will hurt my Tracey and my mother. Let's find someone to work with, the chief monk has suggested that we take in new companions, but the latter has not yet made the slightest contribution to the cause of Twilight. ”

"People have dedicated their hometowns, store manager, you are too harsh."

The explorer took his coffee and sniffed it, then took a sip with a smile on his face, and exclaimed:

"Wow, a little subspace flavor in the wonderful mellow coffee, it's a beautiful experience, well, you have guests, I won't bother."

With that, the explorer gets up with a cup of coffee that could easily poison a town, and the scene around Luna is "fixed" at this moment, and then dissipates in an instant like broken glass.

When she looked up again in the real material world, she saw a small vampire holding a mechanical squirrel toy probe, probing her brain and asking:

"Excuse me, is your café still open?"

"Of course, the lovely little guest."

Manager Luna smiled mildly and greeted:

"Come on in, let me make you a cup of coffee"

"Huh? No, I'm here to deliver something! ”

Sharon shook her head, smiled shyly, and then twisted the clockwork of the mechanical squirrel in her hand.

She looked up and said to Luna:

"This is Lord Murphy's gift to you subspace cultist bastards! This is the price that the countless souls of Sico City demand you must pay! Die! Dog stuff! ”

“！！！”

"Boom"

(End of chapter)