"Chief! Two powerful spirits are fighting in the area beyond the Black Flame Pass, the concentration of death psionic energy is soaring rapidly, and the good news is that the dead on the battlefield have all been awakened as undead, and the number is very considerable!

The bad news is that the undead don't listen to us at all, and they split into two factions to fight each other in the ruins of the Black Flame Pass.

Not only does this not help at all, but it prevents our soldiers from attacking even deeper! ”

In the base camp of the Cleaved Claw beyond the Black Flame Pass, a Gnoll Psyker was reporting the battle situation on the front line to the calm-faced Master Mother Potana, and it shouted:

"The ritual that can constantly summon the wraiths was powerful at first, but this has also ceased to function, no new wraiths are born, and the warriors of those small clans alone cannot penetrate the rear positions at all.

Chief, those vampires and their minions are evacuating and shifting, and they can't just be allowed to leave so easily!

Send our men on!

Annihilate them all here!

Bring the Lord of the Hunt a slaughter he wants to see! ”

"Well, since you are so religious, it is up to you to lead people to win the glory of slaughter for the Lord of the Hunt."

The Claw Splitter Mother rolled her eyes and shouted to her guards:

"Someone! Take this sincere hunter out, give it 50 men, and let him go to the Black Flame Pass to charge! If you can't kill enough 500, you won't be allowed to come back! ”

The gnolls were stupid.

It didn't expect that it would be able to put itself in when it came to report the situation, as far as the current situation in the No. 8 position is concerned, let alone 50 people, bringing 500 brutes over is just throwing a piece of fresh meat into the meat grinder.

It howled and begged for mercy.

But the Claw Mistress didn't even bother to listen, and the big-shouldered guards stepped forward and dragged the non-talking bastard out.

Whoever doesn't know the top of the Splitclaw Clan can't listen to such fanatical remarks, and although the Splittal Clan and the Bloodscar Clan are in partnership, Portana has never been a sincere gnoll.

She lacked the most basic respect for the Lord of the Hunt, and with such a leader, it was not necessary to expect the Splitclaw Clan to be as religious as they were.

"Bastard, find out who raised you before you flatter? It's the claw that gives you strength, not the hunting master you talk about, so religious, why don't you join the blood scar? ”

Portana cursed in her tent.

She really didn't have much hope for the emotional intelligence of these psionics under her command.

Being able to learn psionic energy can only prove that the other party is smart at best, but being smart and being a human well, being a gnoll are two completely different concepts.

"Sure enough, this dusk is unreliable!"

The Claw Splitter Mother glanced at the Black Flame Pass defense map that she hung next to her, the current war had advanced to the last link, and Dusk confidently released the necromantic army they had prepared a long time ago, and also launched a ceremony that looked powerful.

But it's been a little bit since then!

The last position of the vampires not only did not fall, but instead made the evacuation and transfer prosperous, the so-called resentful spirit ritual sounded awesome, but the people of Transencia also came prepared, and the strange spirit that suddenly appeared only one person contained the continuation of the "Feast of Ten Thousand Souls".

As it turns out, the true strength of Twilight doesn't seem to be as strong as they boast, at least in terms of reliability, and their claims are completely different from their actions.

Potana thought of the source that he had sworn that Lord Murphy was dead, hey, guess what?

The strange Lord of Translania did disappear for a few days, but just now Potana received a reward, and the people appeared again, and brought that strange group of warriors back and forth on the battlefield to the gnolls.

Had it not been for the intervention of the Lord of Transancia, Shügsen's army would have besieged Lord Heather and the Knights of the Blood Alliance on Position Six.

The cowhide of this dusk blew with a shocking sound, saying that with their assistance, the Black Flame Mountain Pass would be able to break through it in one battle, and he was almost frightened before.

But it turns out that you can't do it at dusk!

"Alas, it's too difficult to find a reliable collaborator these days, and in the end, don't you still have to do the dirty work yourself?"

The Splitclaw Mistress rose from her luxurious jeweled skull throne.

She sneered and tossed the pearl bracelet aside, left the war vehicle with her bone staff, and was escorted by Grand Overseer Hurgeson to an area in front of the base camp guarded by the elite of the Claw.

"Are you all ready?"

The mistress asked in a dumb voice.

The silent gnolls in front of her nodded in unison.

The creatures were dressed strangely, they were covered in strange black clothes that didn't show any gaps, and they wore masks made into the faces of crows and birds, dressed like the plague doctors.

They lifted the skins of several carts pulled by the Lothmon behind them, revealing barrels of sealed liquid, strange black barrels with the words of the Gnoll, a sign warning others not to move their hands.

"Well, the voodoo plague. The art of war of the Gnolls, with which the King of Bites defeated the recalcitrant Nords, there are many, many no-man's lands on the border between Transencia and Nordtov. ”

Potana reached out and touched the plague barrels that had been concocted not long ago, a dim glow in her cloudy eyes beneath the hood.

She said:

"Even the underserved ones at Twilight are interested in this thing, and we still don't know where our Bone Biting King learned this terrible recipe, but it's not something we need to focus on.

Get the Wyvern Riders ready to take to the skies!

I've grown disgusted with the stubbornness of the Blood Alliance clan and the Transansians, so let's settle it all the way the gnolls do it.

If they are unwilling to evacuate, then stay in their positions forever and meet the arrival of death.

I'm sure that process will never be merciful. ”

With a wave of her hand, the Claw Master Mother immediately got busy with the Gnoll Plague Warlock.

The black barrels here add up to almost two hundred barrels, and when smashed into the position by the bipedal dragoons, the plague will spread, enough to wipe out all the stubborn guys on the subsequent positions!

And the jackals are also keeping up with the times.

The Plague that the Splitclaw Clan is now using is an enhanced version.

If the undead of Sico City opened the plague barrel here and sniffed it, it would not be difficult to find that the smell of these psionic plagues was almost exactly the same as the smell of the plague that destroyed Sico City more than two years ago and created the undead Jedi.

Potana was always skeptical of Twilight's strength, but she didn't refuse Twilight's help, and almost immediately after receiving the improved recipe, she ordered the Plague Warlocks in her clan to start crafting, and now it was time for the "big babes" to come in handy.

"I actually want them to stick with it."

Potana looked at the plague barrels tied to the wyverns, and she said to Shügsen, who was silent beside her:

"They will endure to the end, then be killed by the plague and resurrected as brutal undead, and we don't even need to manipulate them, the disgust of the living will drive them back to the place they swore to defend.

Slaughter after slaughter!

We don't even need to fight to win after victory.

Now that the Blackflame Pass has been taken, the road to Transncia will be smooth sailing, so you can get ready, Shügson, take our elite with you, and march forward once the Plague Warlocks have cleared their way. ”

The Overseer, with the Wolf's Blood Sword, nodded, turned and went to gather the army.

The Splitclaw Master Mother stood in place, watching the first group of bipedal dragoons take off with heavy plague barrels and fly in the direction of the Black Flame Pass.

The plague weapons are all passive, and there is no suspense in this battle.

Hum!

She will prove her ideas.

The mighty gnolls don't need the help of Dusk to rule the world, and the Lord of the Biting Bones has already vividly demonstrated to the gnolls what to do, and this time she just needs to be careful not to repeat the mistakes of Lord Philip.

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"Half of the supplies in the rear have been transferred! Hold on for another three hours! ”

On Position 8, Lord Heather had just received a reward from the Earth Priests, which made her breathe a sigh of relief, and shouted to the warriors around her who had been fighting bloodily for hours:

"We can hold on, warriors! The gnolls and their villain allies can't crush us, so keep fighting, and we may even be able to retake our position.

Don't slack off!

Keep on your guard! ”

She shouted slogans, but not too many people responded.

The people on this position were already tired, especially after Murphy evacuated his Gentile warriors and let the energetic guys help transport important supplies, and without those noisy guys by his side, the fierce offensive and defensive battles seemed to become boring.

This scene was noticed by Heather.

She knew that morale had begun to slip, and perhaps she should consider retreating.

"Murphy, can you still hold on over there?"

Lord Heather pulled out an orb of calculations, which reduced the gnolls' psionic interference with the Black Flame Pass a bit, allowing the orb's communication to be restored at close range.

The Second Lord whispered a few words, and a few seconds later, Murphy's voice rang out from the orb:

"All four points of defense are at risk of being breached, these hundred-year-old necromancers are fierce, their wills are twisted and they only want to take revenge on the living, and my warriors will have to retreat in an hour or two at most.

Blow up the rest of the supplies, you can't keep it.

The evacuation of personnel is almost half, you hurry up and prepare to retreat, don't die there!

As soon as the gnolls rush over, we will release the undead warriors, whose disgust with the living will lead them to attack the gnolls as well, and that is the best chaos to cover our safe exit. ”

"Okay."

Lord Heather was unwilling.

But she knew that this was not the time to drill the horns, and seeing that the kobolds in front of the formation had begun to assemble, Heather made up her mind to retreat after this wave of fighting.

However, just as the two sides were about to engage in battle, Dames, the captain of the high-ranking rangers who was resting on a wooden stake, suddenly raised his head, and with the excellent vision of the forest elves, he saw some black spots in the sky that were breaking through the clouds.

"The gnolls have sent out bipedal dragoons!"

The elven captain grabbed his bow and mounted an armor-piercing arrow, and he shouted:

"They are few in number, don't worry, you continue to deal with the ground, and the sky defense is up to us! Rangers, take to the skies with me! ”

As soon as Dams gave the order, the elven rangers on the battlefield immediately jumped onto their beloved Luna vultures, like a sharp wind of war, and let them quickly approach the sluggish gnolls and dragoons.

The kobolds on the ground had already begun to charge, the gnolls of the small clan were following closely behind, and the artillery used by the plantagenet artillerymen was also firing, and the eighth position, which had already achieved a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, was lively again.

"Captain, something is wrong! Look! There's something hanging from underneath the gnoll's bipedal wyvern! ”

An elven scout's warning caused the Ranger Captain to look up in surprise, and as the dozens of bipedal wyverns approached quickly, Dames finally saw the black barrels hanging from beneath the wyverns.

As a veteran of the Fourth Plague, Daems recognized it at a glance.

He was always indifferent, and he was shocked at this moment.

"Not good! It's the Jackal's voodoo plague bucket! Quick, send a message to the ground and tell them to retreat immediately! ”

Although such an order was given, in fact, the captain of the ranger himself knew very well that it was too late.

Right now, at this distance, whether it's killing the bipedal dragoons or shooting the plague barrel, the voodoo plague will spread across the position.

The plague used by the gnolls is very vicious, it is a liquid but it volatilizes quickly once opened, spreading the deadly plague around the landing site in the shortest possible time.

A hundred years ago, the army of the King of Biting Bones used this tactic to break through many cities in a row.

But.

But it shouldn't be again!

This thing is a toxin that requires a special vicious plant to craft.

By the end of the Fourth Black Plague, the Ring Tower, the human psionic organization, had destroyed all of the plague species and destroyed several of the clans under the command of the Lord of the Biting Bone who were best at using the plague.

During these hundred years, the Knights of the Blood Alliance have continued to observe the gnolls of the Dark Mountains, and there is no information related to the voodoo plague.

Don't

Daems didn't dare to think any further.

For a moment, the capable High Ranger felt like he was caught in a terrible conspiracy that had been woven since the end of the Fourth Black Plague a hundred years ago, and had only now shown its true fangs.

He knew he had to pass on the terrible news to the Ranger General, who was stationed at Brass Fortress.

It's all a game!

But they're already in the game.

"Whew!"

As the Ranger Captain shot a deadly arrow that pierced the eye of the first bipedal wyvern to fall, the flying monster screamed and began to unbalance in the air and slanted towards the battlefield below at great speed.

Dames watched as the wyvern smashed into the kobolds that were attacking like a tidal wave, followed by black-green smoke exploding across the battlefield.

These madmen!

The Splitclaw Clan didn't care about the lives of the gnolls of these small clans, they just wanted to take the Black Flame Pass.

More plague barrels were dropped, like less destructive "meteorites".

Captured by gravity in free fall, they make eerie noises as they accelerate, flip in the air like cocktails, and finally, they crash where they should be.

"Bang"

A tumbling plague barrel exploded on the stone behind Lord Heather, and with a strange smell of scarlet sweetness poured into the nostrils of the Golden One, she felt a slight dizziness, and the Hu Servant soldier beside her fell to her knees with her neck pinched.

Heather reached out to pull him up, but the warrior shoved his commander with the last of his strength, motioning for her to run!

This position is hopeless.

They are hopeless.

"Run, cough, revenge. for us. Hold on! ”

Heather watched as his bravest warrior lost his breath in ten seconds, his outstretched hand slamming limply to the ground, and the green smoke around him was thickening so thick that even the stupidest kobolds stopped charging.

They screamed and retreated, but everywhere the green mist went, everything was silent.

After only a few minutes, the position fell silent, and Heather seemed to be the only one standing in the choking mist of the plague.

Not only because she's a golden one, and her life rank is high enough to last longer, but also because Heather isn't an ordinary dwarf, nor is she an ordinary vampire.

She has secrets.

"Alas, in the end, I still didn't hold it."

The Second Lord dropped his shield in frustration.

She held the orb in her hand and replied to Murphy, who was asking loudly what was happening on the ground:

"Take the rest of the people away, Murphy, and get them out of here! I'll buy you one last time, let's go, don't look back! Whatever you hear, don't look back! ”

With that, Heather dropped the orb and reached out to hold his helmet.

"! Don't howl on horseback. ”

She scolded:

"That's it. I'll let you out."

(End of chapter)