On the ninth position, the evacuation of the Black Flame Pass is going on intensely here, counting the recruits and warriors in this position, there are about 13,000 people in total, and if you count the 5,500 people and thousands of players in the Plantagenet Kingdom, the resident soldiers of the Black Flame Pass have exceeded 20,000.

But now there are less than 8,000 people left who can be concentrated here.

The rest of them are either missing when the nezumi dug down the position before, or they are still resisting the attack of the gnolls and kobolds on the eighth position, although Murphy has learned through the player's forum that there are probably more than a thousand trapped NPCs who have broken through the pit of the rat people with Lao Qin and them, but the current battle damage is still as high as nearly 40%.

This is no longer the extent of breaking the muscles and bones.

In the army of this era, such a battle loss will definitely trigger the negative effect of the collapse of the whole army, and now the Black Flame Pass can still hold on, in addition to the courage of the soldiers, but also because of the continuous oppression of the gnolls, they have entered a desperate situation of "if you don't fight, you will die".

At this time, it cannot collapse.

No matter what level of commander he knows, once he chooses to mess up at this time, it will be all over.

The earth priests are still here nervously transferring supplies and personnel, the earth movement given by the mother earth has shown miraculous effects at this time, and the Hu Congjun army has been led by their respective commanders to retreat by land, those who have been seriously damaged in battle retreat first, and those who are still intact are left behind to prepare to resist the jackals who may rush up again at any time.

Civilian staff are doing statistics and treating the injured, and a group of budding players who take advantage of the opportunity to brush up on their favorability are busy helping to move things.

Well, this group of "heartless and lungless" guys is probably the last force on the battlefield that still maintains a fairly good mind and morale.

As long as there are tasks to do, as long as there are rewards to take, and as long as there are monsters to kill, they will never be sad.

"There's good news and bad news."

The bloodied Lord Heather sat on Position Nine gasping for breath as she felt like she had fallen into a nightmare that she would never wake up from, when Murphy's voice rang out behind her.

The heavily armored vampire governor handed over a bottle of flying wine, and Heather unceremoniously took it, tilted his head, and poked the mouth of the bottle into his helmet in a strange way, drinking tons and tons of binge.

It seems that he wants to expel the bad luck in his heart in this way.

After she had finished drinking, Murphy handed over another bottle, and then continued:

"The fifteen-thousand-strong army of the Winter Wolves of the Crimean Fortress is passing through the Bafengte Gorge, and they will assist us in the Shadow Valley against the Gnolls. But this is already the upper limit of the military power that the Shadow Valley can bear, that place is not rich, and there are very few positions that can be used.

So, instead of going into battle immediately after your soldiers have retreated, you will have a period of recuperation. ”

"Well, what's the bad news?"

Lord Heather asked, and Murphy pointed in the direction of Transncia, saying:

"Retreat until the end of the Plague and help us hold back against the gnolls. But my realm does not allow a group of foreigners to roam freely, so you and all your soldiers must temporarily become the citizenship of Translancia until the end of the battle. ”

"You want me to pledge allegiance to you?"

Lord Heather snorted and said:

"Have you asked my elder?"

"It's only temporary, my lord, I have to do this to get you integrated into the KPA combat system as quickly as possible, and I know that my Maginot Line is hardly comparable to the Black Flame Pass in terms of size and firepower, and it would be overkill for you to stay there.

But I can assure you that there will be no dark mines planted at dusk under my defenses, just as you are in this predicament. ”

Murphy is a gentleman.

But he spoke unceremoniously, almost poking Lord Heather through the lungs.

The meaning is also very clear, if Lord Heather does not intend to give up the battle, then she must temporarily obey Murphy's leadership, which means that she will transfer all the command of the next battle to Murphy.

"Me"

Heather has dignity of her own.

In terms of age, Murphy is more than a hundred years younger than her.

In terms of identity, whether in the vampire society or the dwarf society, Heather is the real upper class.

In the end, in terms of strength, she is a golden one, and Murphy is just a strange black iron.

It was hard for her to convince herself, but after seeing once again the position she claimed she could hold out for years be destroyed like this in a single day, all of Heather's rebuttals were choked in her throat.

It turns out that she does not seem to be a successful commander, and in today's desperate situation, continuing to fight for the sake of face will not bring victory that is already out of reach.

So she drank most of the bottle in one gulp, gasped and said:

"Well, I'll be under your command for the time being, Lord Doge. Please give me the order, what do you need me to do? ”

"For help, of course!"

Murphy sat down on the wood beside Heather and said unequivocally:

"Ask Lord Pa Ying and the Blood Alliance Knights for help, the Blood Alliance Knights must send an army of at least 20,000 soldiers, 5,000 vampires, and a Gold Lord to the Maginot Line before the Gnolls can break through the Valley of the Shadows and the Filthy Swamp.

Secondly, I ask Lord Pa Ying to exert his influence and make the kingdoms of Plantagenet and Nordtov more cooperative in the war in Transia.

In the end, the brass fortress must not be saved.

Under this wave of chaos, the Genoa Peninsula, which has never been devastated by war, will no longer be peaceful.

I have a mission there.

I ask the Blood Alliance Knights to assist them in their evacuation if necessary, and I will send the plan to Professor Malcolm and Earl Sharon, and the Thorns Clan will come to their aid, but the Blood Alliance Knights must send someone over! ”

"We don't have that many of us!"

Lord Heather sighed and said:

"Your request is almost to let Lord Pa Ying hand over the command of the entire Blood Alliance clan to you, you are so arrogant, no vampire has ever dared to be so disrespectful to the Lord before!"

"The Venerable Lord is carrying out the plan to exterminate the evil gods, how can he have time to lead the army to fight?"

Murphy asked rhetorically:

"If you don't obey the orders of others, then do the Blood Alliance Knights intend to stand idly by in this war on the Continent? Come on, Heather, you know the situation better than anyone else.

The fall of the Black Flame Pass was just the beginning, and it would be too late to act until the Brass Fortress shocked the continent after it broke through.

I ask you, can you still get in touch with the Brass Fortress? ”

"Nope."

Lord Heather's words were filled with concern, and she said:

"Something has cut off all communication with the area, and I can only vaguely sense that the Lord is in the area of the Genoa Peninsula by relying on the contact between the heir and the elder. I don't know what's going on near the Brass Fortress, but."

"The Wolf told me that the Brass Fortress is shrouded in a strange power that makes the dwarven city always noisy, always noisy, never restless, and even affects the soul."

Murphy interrupted Heather's speculation.

He stared at the red eyes under Heather's helmet and said:

"I can tell you unequivocally, that's the power of subspace! Only the metaphysical power of subspace can achieve this kind of silent instantaneous large-scale psionic blockade, don't argue with me, I can also tell you that when it comes to the study of subspace power, all of you dwarves tied together are not as good as me and Tracy!

As for why, when the world barrier is still intact, the subspace shadow can achieve such large-scale penetration.

Hehe. ”

He took out a piece of burning gold ore that was still stained with blood, tossed it in his hand, and said to Heather:

"If I'm not mistaken, the Brass Fortress's warehouses are full of this, right? Didn't the halflings tell you that this thing came from the power shaping of the subspace in the material world when they taught you to smelt gold?

I'm sure you do.

Because Mother Earth has been warning you to stay away from burning gold.

You hear it, and you just don't care, because the wealth that this little thing can bring is terrible.

Brass dwarves have sat on the golden mountain and enjoyed for hundreds of years, magnanimity for hundreds of years, and chic for hundreds of years, but these gifts have a price.

Right now

It's time for you to pay your bills! ”

"I can't argue with that."

Lord Heather seemed to have lost all her spirits, and she said dejectedly:

"I'll do what you ask for, maybe the brass dwarves are out of luck, but I think we shield dwarves still have some hope, and the Porut Pass we hold is the last gateway to the Genoa Peninsula.

I will have my people contact your emissary, and if you are to evacuate, I will have them to assist you in their entirety. ”

"No, no, no, we don't just have to evacuate."

Murphy stretched out his finger and said to Lord Heather in a subtle tone:

"We're going to empty the halflings of dangerous things that could be taken and used by the gnolls when they're threatened by war! I've been waiting, I just didn't expect this opportunity to come so quickly.

But I won't take it for nothing.

When halflings threaten to lose their proud city of machines, Transcia will generously open her arms to them. ”

After saying that, Murphy stood up, patted Lord Heather on the shoulder, pointed to the Black Flame Pass in front of him, and said:

"Take one last look at this place, and by this time tomorrow, everything you know will be gone. But I will tell you, don't dwell on the loss of the past, and embrace change with courage.

I mean, welcome to the next phase of the Black Plague. ”

——

The Gnolls' second attempt to attack Position 8 soon failed again, as more Henchmen arrived, angry at the Gnolls for more damage and destruction before they could evacuate.

However, the gnolls charging ahead weren't the only trouble these last defenders faced.

With the help of several Earth Priests, Murphy, Heather, and Maxim, along with Phimes, made their way to the "Dead Space" at the core of Position Nine.

At a glance, they saw the earthy yellow magic barrier that enveloped the entire space, and tens of thousands of necromantic warriors and the same number of resentful spirits were trapped in it by the master of this magic technique, and this scene alone could make Murphy sense the terrifying power of the dying, old and thin dwarf in front of him.

That's Ofg Silverheart.

The master of the Silver Castle, the supreme lord of the Silver Dwarves, one of the three "Leaders of the Ancients" of the Dwarven civilization, and the ruler of the Earth Relic Gaia Whisper, is also the biological grandfather of Loren's hated shortman.

At this time, a full six hours had passed since Potana and Manson activated the Necromantic Warriors in this dead space, and two hours had passed since the Ten Thousand Souls Feast was activated, and it was impossible for ordinary goldsmiths to hold out for so long in this state of affairs.

After all, this is the power of one person against tens of thousands of berserk undead.

In addition to having the earth relics in his hands, Ovge was able to hold on because this mountain pass was Gaia's holy place, and as the current chief priest of the Mother Earth Goddess, he could get the full assistance of the power of the earth here.

But Rao is so, when everyone arrived, Ofg's body, which was already rickety because of old age, seemed to be squeezed out of all his energy, making him, an old dwarf, "wrinkled".

"Three hours."

As Murphy approached, Ovge's weak voice could be heard.

The old dwarf is the bearer of this "Blessed Earth Rock" magic at this time, he can't move as if turning into a boulder to take root, and can only communicate with the people around him in a spiritual posture.

"Will I be able to hold out for the last three hours and complete the transfer?"

He asked.

Heather shook her head, but nodded again, and said:

"It's okay if you give up your baggage and just send people away. But that means the gnolls will have plenty of supplies, and we've got enough supplies for the defense, enough for the gnolls to make it all the way across the continent.

I've ordered the sappers to plant the explosives, but it will take time. ”

"It's okay, you don't have to hold out for three hours!"

Murphy stepped forward and said to the old dwarf he had met for the first time:

"You can retire and rest in two hours, but I need you to seal off this space from the rest of the position before you evacuate, leaving only a few suitable passages to support this place from collapsing.

My soldiers and warriors will take over the rest of the defense, buying time for the final transfer.

And I'm friends with your grandson, and he's a bastard in every sense of the word, and I swear he'll die at my hands for what he did to Translasia. ”

"Hehe, can you let him die after he gets married?"

The old dwarf was not only not annoyed, but said happily:

"At the very least, let the bloodline of the Silver Heart pass on, right? My good granddaughter has waited too long, Lord Murphy, Loren has done something wrong, but he is a stubborn character, and if he had to atone for it, he would not choose to hide and survive.

Don't worry about conflicts between you that will lead to Silver Keep's involvement.

Loren is only half dwarven after all, and especially after his devotion to King Louis, we have no reason to intervene in his fate.

Not to mention that little bastard.

Can your soldiers really stand up to these dead who were let down a hundred years ago?

They were angry.

I can feel that they have been shaped into terrible things by loss and pain, that they cannot return to Hades and that they cannot find peace, that they have been preparing for this revenge for a hundred years, and that if they are allowed to leave here, they will become a hundred times more dangerous than the gnolls.

That's the plan of the Gnolls.

They are cunning, and they will make this avenging army their vanguard in their invasion of Translasia. ”

"Don't worry."

Murphy looked at the howling necromancers in the dead space in front of him, and said:

"They can't go anywhere, and since they've been dead for a hundred years, they're supposed to rest in peace a long time ago."

"Huh"

The streamer of the earth-walking technique flickered, sending the last belated "guest" here, and the hunting baron Kudel, with the Griffin's greatsword on his back, strode over.

He stood behind the flickering earthy curtain of light and looked at the hideous dead in front of him.

The hideous creatures in front of him were all his teammates he had fought with, and he could even make out some of them from the weathered weapons.

If he hadn't been taken away by Sarokdal at the last moment, he would have been one of those vengeful dead, and in the hundred years he had been a vampire, Kudel felt like he was in hell every moment, but now, an even more brutal truth lay ahead.

He didn't go to hell, he was lucky to get out of it.

Furious at the sight, Kuder took off his helmet and reached out to touch the necromancers in front of him, but eventually withdrew his fingers.

"Bang"

The second strongest man of the Blood Vulture Clan fell to his knees.

Vampires can't shed tears, otherwise Kudell would definitely be in tears at this point.

Murphy reached out and placed his hand on Kudel's shoulder, not just to comfort him, but to use the power of omega to help Kudel suppress the uninhibited anger in his heart, and prevent the vampire tribune who had been poisoned by subspace from entering a situation out of control again.

Subspace took a part of him.

And now, the doglegs of those evil gods are not allowed to keep even a memory of a veteran.

Kudell felt the strength coming from his shoulder, he lowered his head and whispered in a hoarse voice to his comrades from a hundred years ago:

"I'm sorry, I'm late for the deserter, brothers. I can't give you glory and dignity, but I swear I'll help you through the last leg of this cursed path. I will be with you until the end of the hour.

Maxim! ”

"Huh?"

Mark looked at Kudel, and the tribune said to him:

"Your body and mind are ready to move on to the next stage, so you will be my lieutenant in this attack. I'll help you through the Silver Trial, and you'll help me give my brothers the last bit of decency!

And then

Then I will personally bring the shame that twilight has brought to us, the old guardians, and return it to them a hundredfold and a thousandfold!

I swore an oath to protect nothing.

Maybe that's my fate. ”

"Don't say that, all of Transencia is counting on you, my tribune."

Murphy whispered:

"Your granddaughter is watching you, reconcile with your hateful Midnight and become our hero, we need you to be a hero to all of Translasia in the war that follows. Although this sentence is a hundred years late, but

Welcome to the Blood Vulture Clan. ”

(End of chapter)