The real situation of the brass fortress is obviously much worse than the outside world thinks.

By the time the subspace forces that had shaped the labyrinth emerged, it had already been attacked, and the timing of the war in the Black Flame Pass had reached its worst.

If twilight is behind all this, then this time the cultists are playing with the idea of a two-line flower.

Almost as soon as the fog shrouded them, a huge number of nezumi launched an "underground raid" on the Brass Fortress and the surrounding fortress strongholds, and these bastards seemed to have long confirmed that the Brass Dwarves would definitely lose the protection of Mother Earth, so their attacks were arrogant and straightforward.

There is no tactical cover like the Black Flame Pass, so he chooses to act decisively when the fortress is covered and isolated.

The impregnable, impregnable brass fortress was dug through the ground that night, causing chaos inside the fortress to throw chaos into chaos, but the surprise attack was ultimately unsuccessful.

Because the nezumi underestimated the professionalism of the fortress and the combat effectiveness of the dwarves.

Especially the former, for a fortress carved out of a mountain, there are more than a dozen layers in the interior of the layered area alone, and the dwarves have a large number of buildings under the fortress, so that this underground surprise attack wants to capture the core position all the way, and the height difference alone has reached thousands of meters.

After digging in, the nezumi realized that this was a layered battle on the battlefield of the three-dimensional structure, and the nezumi. The native strength of this race is even weaker than that of humans on an individual level, and it is too difficult for them to fight against the dwarves known for their brute strength.

What's more, the garrison in the fortress is not just dwarves.

So the nezumi attack was successful, but it also failed.

However, there is no doubt that the Nezumi played the same role in the attack and defense of the Brass Fortress as the Black Flame Pass, turning the tide of the position and allowing the initiative of the war to fall completely into the hands of the Gnolls.

After the first wave of nezumi was defeated, the following gnolls and kobolds immediately picked up, and the wild barbarians rushed all the way down the tunnels dug by the nezumi into the fortress, and a bloody battle ensued in the brass fortress.

It was probably the defeat of the Black Flame Pass that stimulated the dusk that made them put away that nonchalant attitude of trying and began to give it their all in the Brass Fortress.

The constant impact and replacement of the phantom consciousness experienced by the commanders is the constant counterattack of the subspace forces in this fortress, and the gnolls do not have such means, so it is certain that there are currently Dusk forces in the brass fortress, and there are quite a few of them.

Today, when the Elven Legion and the Mulberry Navy finally decided to break out, it was already the sixth day of the attack on the Brass Fortress, and this undefeated fortress had become a real flesh mill.

The brass dwarves have the advantage of the terrain, and although the underground and first floors of the fortress have fallen into the hands of the gnolls, the dwarves are still resisting.

The news of the loss of the protection of Mother Earth Goddess circulated among the brass dwarven civilians, which severely damaged their morale, but now this situation was a desperate situation of "if you don't fight, you will die", and this resistance had nothing to do with faith.

The brass fortress has tainted too many gnolls' lives, and the hatred between the two races has spread for hundreds of years, and even the most stupid dwarves will not believe that the gnolls will let them go as long as they lay down their arms.

Rat!

This is a war with no second option.

After dusk sealed the way out of the battlefield, the attack and defense were being quickly pushed into blood and calamity.

And this is the most perfect slaughter that the Jackals want to see in this black plague, to please their evil gods with the blood that flows at all times.

"What a great start to the game!"

Beyond the brass fortress, in a valley more than a dozen kilometers away from the dwarven fortress complex, the armies of the Bitten Clan were entrenched here.

In the early hours of the morning, Gelman Gorman awoke from a wonderful dream that he would become king of the world, and while tasting a breakfast of venison with blood still dripping, a pioneer messenger brought a report of the battle.

It shows that last night's raid captured an armory on the second floor of the Brass Fortress, and that the army of the Biting Clan had obtained a large amount of fine armor and weapons, and even firearms that the dwarves were proud of.

For this victory, 7,000 kobolds and 500 gnoll pioneers paid the price of being burned alive by magma, but this casualty was not taken seriously by Gelman at all.

Are you kidding?

In the crazy and savage dark mountains, even the brawl between the two clans is more crazy than this.

What's more, the warriors were handsomely rewarded for their deaths, which in itself is something to boast about, how many brass dwarves are there, and how many are the gnolls? If the two sides swapped like this, Gelman could be happy until the day when the last dwarf was besieged to death.

The casualties caused by the six-day assault were not insignificant, but if this was the price to be paid for breaching the treacherous Gorgon Pass, then the Biterner King would only feel good and satisfied.

Its heart is the same as that of a mirror.

As long as the invincible gnolls under its leadership occupy the brass fortress and fight their way into the rich Genoa Peninsula, even if the Black Plague is eventually repulsed, it will become the true king of the gnolls!

After all, even its ancestor, the King of Biting Bone, failed to break through such a thing as a brass fortress.

Gelman is still young.

It was still in the prime of its life, and even if it failed to complete its great cause of dominating the continent this time, the real black plague that formed when the psionic tides of the Dark Mountains surged more than a decade later was still its chance.

He has a lot of cards in his hand.

There are more choices, and naturally there is a lot more ease.

"Pass my orders and reward the clan that took the armory last night! Give them the warriors they have lost and give them more kobolds so that they can continue to fight the vanguard. As soon as I take the second floor, I will give them more fertile territory and give them the glory of being the first to plunder in Genoa.

All the loot biting clans only need to be twenty percent, and the rest will go to them. ”

King Gelman laughed and stuffed the venison in his mouth, threw a piece of fat deer liver to the messenger who came to tell the news, and gave him a bag of his own wine for him to drink on the way.

This is its unique "trick of manipulating".

Although it is superficial and straightforward, the low-level gnolls eat this set, and Gelman has always maintained this generous style of "corporal courtesy", which makes it quite good in the reputation of the Biting Clan.

But the biting king who goes well with everything actually has troubles.

For example, after breakfast, it made its usual rounds of the barracks, and unsurprisingly found that the camp of the Whiptail Clan was still in the same place as yesterday, and the powerful clan did not seem to have any intention of intervening in the frontal battle of the Brass Fortress, but had been sending their elite wolf cavalry to fight the scattered dwarven clans near the Gorgon Pass.

The cunning old Singer called it "cleaning up the potential threat for the great bone-biting king", but in reality the old thing couldn't hide what he wanted to do.

"You go to the Whiptail Clan to send me an order for Chief Singh to come to my feast this afternoon, and say that we have just received a batch of elite dwarven munitions, and I intend to give some of this good thing to my loyal war partners."

Riding behind the lavish white wolf king, Gelman Bitbone addressed one of his cronies, the Overseer, who nodded in a sinister voice.

Gelman's rounds continued, and compared to the Whiptail Clan's lack of effort, the Bloodscar Clan under his command this time performed very well. Presumably because Bloodscars are the most devout clan among the gnolls, they are born as the Lord of the Hunt with all their might.

The Bloodscar Clan's warriors of faith and hunting priests were almost the first to storm the Brass Fortress and fight the dwarves in the streets, and the six-day assault brutally wiped out the three core vassal clans.

Gelman was stunned and distressed by this loss, but the Grand Overseer of the Bloodscar Clan did not care and continued to send people to fill in the line.

The madness was so frenzied that the Bone Biting King had to send the Overseers to persuade it or even stop it.

That's not how the elite of the big clans are used!

At present, this battle is still in the initial stage, just let the outer clans send them to death, and the elite must be saved and used to attack the opponent's core after the opponent is exhausted.

If every elite gnolls are the currency of the clan chiefs, then they must be used where they are most appropriate, and you are slamming the door with gold coins now! It's not that you can't smash it like this, but it's obviously more cost-effective to use cannon fodder.

"King! There's a messenger from the Black Flame Pass. ”

Just when Gelman finished his "after-dinner exercise" and planned to personally take his warriors to the front line to knock on a few dwarven fortresses to cool off, a bipedal dragoon brought breaking news to it.

This made Gelman a little upset.

It didn't like the Splittal Clan and everything associated with it, nor did it like the cunning old Portana, who had been secretly plotting something dangerous, but Gelman couldn't find proof.

This time, in the Black Plague, the Splitclaw Clan took the initiative to attack the direction of Transnsia, which was a development that Gelman wanted to see, so that it would not have to be constrained.

And right now, someone has been sent over there, and it is obvious that there is something wrong with the battlefield of the Black Flame Pass.

Although the fog drawn by the dusk blocked the communication between the dwarves and the outside world, it also blocked the contact between the gnolls in the battlefield and the outside world, so that Rigelman could not get any news from the outside world for six days.

However, the gnolls are allies in the end, so they have "privileges".

They are free to pass through the subspace fog that covers the battlefield in the early morning or late afternoon, but not too much, which would be equivalent to putting themselves and their enemies in an octagonal cage, and they must fall down before they can leave.

Such a mode of warfare is too dangerous in the eyes of other races, but it is just right for the Gnolls.

"Let the people of the Splitting Claw Clan wait for me in the tent."

Gelman Biter wagged his paw and said:

"I'm going to kill 50 dwarves and go see them again, don't worry, I won't keep them waiting too long."

After saying that, the biting bone king rushed out of the camp with his personal guards.

As it had said, 50 dwarves was really not a difficult target for a Golden-tier gnoll, and an hour later, Gelman returned victorious, and he heard the shocking news in his tent.

"What? Old Potana ahem, I mean, Chief Potana died in battle? The hundreds of thousands of troops of the Splitting Claw Clan were also wiped out? Is this some hell of a vampire joke? What kind of battle is this!

Are you thinking about a strategy with your tail?

Why such a horrible loss?

Even in the Fourth Black Plague, there was no example of the Great Chief being killed in battle in the early stage! The Lord of the Hunt is above, this is very sensational. ”

The biting bone king was really shocked.

It wasn't a gnoll leader who was good at hiding his emotions, and even the hint of joy hidden in his eyes was not well concealed.

All right!

It's good to die!

The old witch is dead, and she died so shamefully, the Claw Splitting Clan will inevitably collapse.

If you find a way to operate it yourself, you may be able to directly dismember this big clan, so that the other gnolls will also have enough psionics to use, and in addition to the Claw Splitting Clan, the other big clans will be very happy.

Gelman had already begun to think about taking over, but High Priest Manson, who was sitting across from him, didn't care.

It is very straightforward to pick out the meaning:

"I'm going to take the warrior of the Bloodscar Clan here, the Lord of the Bitingbones, as aid to the Splitclaw Clan's march on revenge against Transnsia, while there to sacrifice even more frantic slaughter for the Lord of the Hunt. I made a trip to the Mossy Valley before I got here, and my chieftain, Lord Amot, told me that the Lord of the Hunt was very pleased with the slaughter in the Black Flame Pass.

He even felt pleasure.

But on the other hand, he was less interested in the war at the Brass Fortress, which shows that my lord's focus has shifted.

The main battlefield of this Black Plague Sacrifice will be replaced by Transnesia."

"No way!"

Gelman decisively refused:

"Without the help of the hunting priests of the Bloodscar Clan, it will be difficult for my army to break through the Brass Fortress under the fire of the dwarves, and the army here cannot be withdrawn."

"Ugh"

Manson glanced at the Biting King with a strange look in his eyes, and he whispered:

"I'm not asking for your consent, Grand Chief Gelman, I'm just here to tell you that the Bloodscar Clan has made this decision. Serving the Lord of the Hunt is the only duty and mission of the Bloodscar Clan, and as far as I know, you are not the chosen choice of the Lord of the Hunt.

You had the opportunity, but you turned down the honor, didn't you?

Now the true Chosen is about to be born in Mossy Valley, and it will lead the avenging army of Bloodscar and Claw into Translasia.

Now that the warriors of the Bloodscar Clan have been assembled, I am just telling you to adjust your line as a courtesy so that you don't have to be recaptured by the dwarves. ”

"You guys. . . Bastard! ”

German was furious, and he yelled:

"You're only one step away from taking the dwarven fortress, and you're holding me back! Damn it! When I become the second king of biting bones, I must"

"Wait until you sit on the throne of the King of the Gnolls, and then rain down your Thunder Fury."

Manson didn't bother to mess with this guy too much.

It stood up, leaned on its bone staff, and whispered:

"It was Lord Freel who shaped the legacy of the Lord of the Hunt, and my god had enough majesty to designate the next king of the gnolls, and now that the Chosen One has been born, you are drifting away from the throne you have longed for for a lifetime.

But you still have a chance.

If you can get enough support among your people, maybe the Lord of the Hunt will change his mind, I mean, can you go into Genoa and get a good hunt for your people before His Highness Hygsen the Chosen One conquers Transasia?

Can you, in the name of the Lord of the Hunt, spread war, chaos and carnage across the continent?

Can you become a great man who makes the whole world tremble like Lord Philed?

Grand Chief of Gelman

Think about it, this might be your last chance.

Well, the Bloodscar Clan and our gods await your good news, but for now, allow us to retire from your war.

With all due respect, compared to the Trancians who were mad to the bone and fought to the death, the purity of you and your so-called enemies at this time is too low in terms of intensity and will.

A group of fallen dwarves who have lost the protection of their faith and are fighting for some reason and the city they have been isolated.

Hey, how hard can that be? ”

With that, Manson swaggered out of Gelman Bone's tent, leaving behind only an incompetent and furious Great Chief.

But after Gelman frantically smashed everything in the tent to calm himself down a little, he suddenly realized something from a very strange angle that he had not noticed before.

The Bloodscar Clan is leaving.

This means that the Whiptail Clan no longer has any reason to shirk their demands to participate in a frontal war.

Old Singh will either have to tear his face with it, or he will have to send his elite whiptail hunters into the battlefields of Brass Fortress to fight alongside the Bitten Clan.

And compared to the Bloodscar Clan, which is so crazy that everyone fears it, the Whiptail Clan, which is more adept at hunting and has a tactical mindset, is obviously better suited to the current street battle that requires enough intelligence.

Wonderful!

(End of chapter)