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"How long will it take to cross the swamp?"

Two days after the destruction of the Bafonte Gorge position, Colonel Fraser, who was marching with his soldiers in the filthy swamp, yawned wearily and asked his adjutant, Major Reynolds, who glanced at the map and made a two-two gesture.

It was signaled that it would take at least two days to reach the Maginot Line.

Major Reynaud was not a silent character, but he really didn't want to talk right now.

The young commanders who were born in the generals generally cared about their appearance, but after a series of fierce battles, not to mention Major Renault, even the most noble-born Fraser had become a "battlefield veteran".

He no longer pursues neat clothes, even his beard has not been taken care of for days, and his hair is disheveled, and he looks like a decadent young man.

But on the other hand, the colonel always put his weapon in the nearest place, ensuring that he could draw his sword at any time, the chamber was always full of bullets and the marksmanship was becoming more and more deadly, his bearded face was dotted with a pair of vigilant eagle eyes, and the former vigor was sharpened into a deeper and more steady in this war.

Perhaps the Colonel's majesty once came from his birth and position, but now the high prestige he enjoyed in the army behind him came directly from the command of hundreds of battles and the bloody battles he went to the battlefield himself.

Even personal strength has changed.

In the past, Fraser did not pursue personal strength, but the tyranny of the Black Plague forced him to pick up a martial art, although it was not as fast as the exaggerated progress of the foreigners, but after several brushes with death, Colonel Fraser could also feel that his combat skills were advancing to a higher level.

According to his bodyguard, perhaps in another month, the Colonel will be ready to prepare for the Silver Trial.

This is not an exaggeration.

He has a good foundation since he was a child, and the intensity and frequency of battles during this period are unimaginable to soldiers in peacetime, and it is not surprising that he has made a breakthrough under the pressure of life and death, but compared with the improvement of his personal strength, Fraser now pays more attention to the impact that his army and his country will face next in the black disaster.

This had been on his mind, and he had decided that he would have to go to Cato and talk to his father in person after reaching the Maginot Line.

Their own soldiers were also desperately in need of rest, and their morale was already low.

Although the continuous abandonment of the Shadow Valley and Nord positions was to preserve the living forces, for ordinary soldiers who could not see the overall situation, these were already two outright defeats, which made them full of pessimism about the future war.

"Renault, pass the order, when you reach the line of defense, everyone will be rewarded and rest in batches, and I will apply for a special allowance for the amusement of the soldiers during the rest."

Fraser said to his adjutant:

"I have a friendship with Boss Huo in Treasure Bay, and I can guarantee that the soldiers will be treated the best there, but only if we have to rush to the defense line in a day's time."

"Colonel, the soldiers are very tired, I am afraid that this will force the march again."

Major Renault was a little worried, but Fraser waved his hand and said:

"Look around, Renault.

The Transanians have turned the entire swamp into a death hunting ground, and the traps we can see are only bait on the surface, and I'm sure that every part of the swamp hides life-threatening things, don't you sense?

Ever since we entered the swamp, there has been a strange will watching us.

This swamp is coming to life.

I've heard from the Avalonians that it's been blessed by the gods of nature, and I don't know exactly what's going on here, but I know it's dangerous to stay here. Distribute those good-tasting Trancia dry food and get your troops up to speed!

I don't have lunch today, and the sooner you get to the line, the better. ”

"Hmm."

Major Reynolds did not retort anymore, he actually felt the change in the filthy swamp, it was a disturbing shadow hiding in the muddy water of the swamp, like a hungry thing longing for life as a sacrifice.

"Doodoo"

Just as the army was about to start the forced march, Colonel Fraser, who was on his horse, suddenly heard an arithmetic orb, and he opened the thing in surprise, and then heard a familiar voice:

"Hey, Frazier, I'm on the Maginot Line with the Iron Hands.

The two of us were stripped of our military positions, my father kicked me out of the house and cut off relations with me, and I was not allowed to use Soros's surname to deceive again, and the worst thing is that I will lose a penny on my body, it is not an exaggeration to say that the two of us have come all the way to join you, the eldest young master.

So, how long will it take you to get there?

It's really not good, the two of us can only go to Treasure Bay for a few days to eat the overlord meal, I hope Boss Huo won't kick us out. ”

"Hell! Ron, this bastard was released? Blanch, I thought you were going to be shot. ”

Hearing the words of the good brother, the colonel immediately laughed, and he scolded:

"You go to the cafeteria to report my name, can you skip a meal? But what are you and Iron Hand going to do next? ”

"We registered a mercenary group called 'Black Flame'."

Ron replied nonchalantly:

"I've also recruited some disabled brothers who are planning to retire from the field hospital, and we're going to go on a trip to the Dark Mountains."

"Don't go, wait for me on the defensive line."

Fraser whispered:

"I have a job for you, and it pays well, but only those who can trust it can participate."

"Oh?"

Ron was surprised and said:

"What task?"

"The Transansians are hunting twilight."

Fraser narrowed his eyes and said:

"We're already too far behind in this, aren't we?"

"Good! We 'Black Flame' took this live, and it doesn't matter if you don't get paid, I'll kill one of the puppies at dusk, for free! ”

——

"Kill!"

Some awkward gnolls shouted out of Wang Laoxie's mouth, and as he waved his bone staff, the brutal elite skeleton warriors carried their weapons and slaughtered the Bafengte goats in front of them.

But it wasn't just the necromantic minions who were fighting, some of the Gnoll soldiers also pounced on them to fight the cultists.

The armor on these soldiers was either clawed or bloodscarred, and they were certainly not members of the Plague Clan, so why they were mixed up with the Soul Stealers and Jackals was a story that was a bit of a dark humor.

Hygeson and Haas are carrying out the "Great Purge" in the Valley of the Shadows, all the gnolls who are suspected of having an affair with the twilight will be ruthlessly sent to the front line to fight, those who have ghosts in their hearts will run away halfway and be killed by the hunters sent by Hygson, and the remaining ones who want to clear their suspicions must complete the battle and return with victory.

However, the Translancians were still in the tunnels beneath their positions, and they would not allow the gnolls to win easily, and after many battles, many routers roamed the tunnels, and then they ran into the Soul Stealer gnolls who were advancing fast.

Wang Laoxie and his brothers changed into the sacrificial robes of the Blood Scar Clan supported by Qin Ye, dressed up very "upper-class", and also held a battle flag majestic, at first glance, it was the elite troops of the Gnolls, and they did not need to be actively recruited by Gnoll players, and those who wanted to wash away the shame would be happy to join them.

After going back and forth, by the time the Soul Stealer clan arrived at the Bafeng Special Earth Palace, the number of gnolls NPCs had already exceeded a thousand.

After the two sides fought, the Transansians began to retreat into the depths of the Earth Palace, and the gnolls pursued them all the way, and they soon entered the cultist area at the lower level of the Earth Palace.

The Bafont cultists were completely confused by this situation.

They sealed their dungeons at the beginning of the Black Plague, and made up their minds not to participate in the bloody battle between the civilization camp and the gnolls, but fate is such a magical thing, and there are some things that you can't avoid if you don't want to participate.

Like now.

The wolf-like gnolls don't care what kind of cultist you are, and those who dare to stop them from chasing and killing the Transancians are the enemies, so under the leadership of the Soul Stealer Gnoll, this clan army swept through almost everything in its path in a windswept manner.

The nominal reason for the exile was that they were not religious to the lord of the hunt, so the gnolls who wished to clear their suspicions also sacrificed the slain Bafengt cultists to their gods.

So much bloodshed, so much death must be able to please the evil god.

Anyway, the Lord of the Hunt doesn't care whose blood is shed, and the death of the goat-man can please him just as much.

"Enough!"

In the path of the gnolls' advance, a nightmare priest of Bafant, cornered, screamed in the gnolls:

"We have no grievances with you! The Translancians have run away from the other direction, hell, you're going after them! Why are you attacking us? ”

Faced with this problem, Wang Laoxi, who led the team, showed an evil and awe-inspiring scorn smile on his face.

With a flick of his furry claws downward, the two skeletal warriors stepped forward and grabbed the goatman and brutally decapitated him, causing blood to gush out and make the victorious gnolls around him cheer.

"For the Lord of the Hunt!"

Wang Laoxie shouted in the "accent" of the gnoll, causing the other gnolls to scream.

In fact, he only knows these few words of the gnoll.

But it doesn't matter, these few sentences are enough.

Their genuine gnoll form at this time, in the eyes of the other gnolls, is a proper friendly army, and there is no need to have any suspicions at all, just follow this group of brave compatriots and it's over.

Anyway, the more they kill, the happier the Lord of the Hunt becomes.

The more pleased the gods are, the more they can prove their piety.

In this way, he will be able to return to the army of the Black Plague under the command of the Grand Overseer of Shügson, and follow him into Transcia to obtain the glory of victory, just like the King of Biting Bones a hundred years ago, and make the whole world tremble!

Wang Laoxie understands people's hearts very well.

He stepped forward and grabbed the staff dropped by the goatman priest and threw it to a bloodscar priest beside him, and gave the very ornate combat dagger to the bravest brute, and then looked up at the dark passage with many forks in the road ahead, the guy rolled his eyes, sent a message in the player's communication, and then waved his paw to signal to move on.

The gnolls of the Soul Stealer clan immediately dispersed, each with some red-eyed gnolls and continued to advance towards the depths of the dungeon, and Wang Laoxie also continued to go deeper with some followers.

They have a heavy burden on their shoulders, and they must set off a confrontation between the gnolls and the Bafengt cultists in the shortest possible time, and to achieve this goal, this little killing in front of them is just an appetizer.

But it doesn't matter, the Plague Clan has learned the orthodox death science from the little mummies of the Dead Moon Church, and every player in the Soul Stealer Clan can play a pretty good hand of Undead Awakening, and with the combat power of this group of jackals, he will be able to create an undead army of sufficient size in less than a day and a night.

If the goatmen cultists don't plan to resist at that time, then the results that await them are not destined to be too good.

At the same time that the Gnolls invaded the Bafengte Dadi Palace, in the stone tower of the Nightmare Church at the bottom of the dungeon, the Nightmare Priest LaRouche looked at the black crystal ball placed on a unique shelf in front of him with a serious face, through which he could monitor the situation on the lower level of the Bafengte Dadi Palace.

It saw the cultists being slaughtered by the gnolls unsuspectingly, which made LaRouche feel angry.

Scald!

Lao Tzu has been hiding in the dungeon so well-behaved for a month or two and not going out, just to avoid you group of evil stars, and it ended up giving you face, right?

We're okay with you killing the Transansians, but can you change places, bastard!

"Lord Priest, we must come up with a plan."

A red-robed nightmare priest said worriedly:

"There aren't many gnolls entering the dungeon right now, but this is just the beginning, and the cunning Transians have deliberately lured them here to provoke conflict between us. And the damn silver dwarves, the tunnels they've dug are right in the labyrinth, and they're definitely going to lure more gnolls in and kill us. ”

"What kind of eyes do you have!"

LaRouche scolded:

"There are obviously Transian doglegs among the gnolls, those guys who are coming to the depths of the dungeon with the gnolls, they have bad intentions, and they can find their way to the lower levels in such a huge labyrinth so accurately, do you believe it yourself if it is an accident?

The Transansians are helping them!

Hell, I knew that the female vampire who was always summoning Minotaur to wander around in the labyrinth some time ago was not good! ”

"But it's too late to say that, High Priest! You've got to get an idea. ”

Another purple-clad goat-man priest said anxiously:

"The awakening of the Lord Bafeng has reached a critical moment, and he can't let the jackals be so arrogant and domineering.

They are killing our parishioners, and they are all the seeds used to weave the kingdom of nightmares! It has taken us so long to advance our great plans to this point, and when the times of chaos and danger come, we will have to rely on the Nightmare Land of the Lord of Bafon to escape the despair of reality."

"What else can I do?

Do you want me to go to the Chosen Hunter and explain it all to it? Do you think the gnolls would believe it?

Take 10,000 steps back and say, what do the jackals want to do when they launch this black plague, others may not understand, but can we not understand?

They are awakening their gods with blood and death!

It's no different from what we're doing, and you expect a bunch of madmen who are hungry for the gods to come down to listen to us?

Stupidity!

Instead of stopping him, he would send more people over.

After all, it's much easier to kill us than to kill the civilization camp, it's a dead end! Don't you understand? When the damned Transans hit us with their ideas, we couldn't dodge. ”

LaRouche glared fiercely at his incompetent subordinates.

This dying old goatman is actually not a powerful character, otherwise when Murphy and the others killed that Twilight Follower in the dungeon, it would not have "gifted" them to leave with the precious Book of Ten Thousand Spells.

This is also very simple.

If the Bafengte cultists are really powerful, where do they still use hiding in the underground palace to plot those little conspiracies that can't be put on the table?

The goat people were not a thriving race in the first place.

The Bafont cult is just a handful of extremists splintered from the idea of the goatmen, and even the Trancians can beat them if they are numerous, let alone the gnolls.

In the face of the explanation of the high priest of LaRouche, the nightmare priests around you, you look at me, I look at you, everyone can't come up with an effective solution, the atmosphere is frozen here, and an embarrassment with a capital letter seems to be reflected on the gloomy faces of the goats.

But the high priest of the people still had two brushes to become the leader, and in this moment of silence the old goatman narrowed his eyes, and said:

"It's foolish for the Gnoll to treat us as firewood on the imminent birth of the Lord of the Hunt! They think we won't resist, but we're not stupid without power. The Lord of Nightmares was unable to wield the powers of the Lord of Nightmares elsewhere, but in his cage, the rudiments of the Nightmare Lands had been revealed.

This is our place!

Catholics, we are not afraid to engage any enemy here!

The gnolls can sacrifice us, but can't we sacrifice them?

Hehe, there is an opportunity in any bad thing, provided that we don't have the courage to seize this opportunity, well, the Lord Bafeng who tosses and turns in every nightmare is also hungry."

(End of chapter)