"Bang"

The sweep of the Clawsplitter's Warhammer brought a dazzling burst of thunder, destroying all the blood bees that pounced on Hygeson, and destroying large swaths of spiked lichens that were about to explode in the thunderbolt shock, and by the way, tearing apart the wild roots that fell from the sky in an attempt to prey, so that all three attacks were disposed of in an instant, which fully proved Hurgeson's growing strength and exquisite skill.

But there was not a hint of smugness on the Overseer's face, instead, his eyes were full of vigilance.

The Haas Overseers beside him frowned, the unusually growing swamp in front of them made it feel like some kind of extreme and invisible malice was swinging its teeth and claws at them.

After sending two reconnaissance teams into the swamp in a row but both of them were lost, the old gnoll felt the problem, and after realizing the seriousness of the problem, it immediately passed the news to Xu Gesen, and happened to bring an elite vanguard close to the swamp The Chosen One rushed over as quickly as possible, and it was the seventh minute they entered the filthy swamp, and the number of attacks was nine times!

Before he had gone five hundred meters, all sorts of strange things came into battle one after another, and Xu Gesen was even forced to fight with a tree that would lose rotten eggs, which fully proved the majestic appetite and gluttonous hunger of the filthy swamp at this time.

It's like a green monster opening its mouth hungry, waiting for the delicacy called "Gnollman" to take its own initiative into its stomach.

"The power of this swamp is not normal, Chosen One."

Overseer Haass gripped his halberd, it moved uncomfortably, and glanced at the guards beside him who were already suspicious, the wild gnolls had never seen anything like it when they roamed the Dark Mountains, but those strange creatures could never have been born naturally, it was obviously a trap!

The position created by the evil Transians with some kind of sorcery is just like the system of tunnels they dug in the Barren Mountains, a trick to try to stop the advance of the Black Plague.

But compared to the tunnels that don't jump up and bite you, the swamp in front of you is obviously more aggressive than if you don't do something about it.

"They activated the swamp, but with the power of the human psionics, even the druids of the Church of Avalon could not do it to this extent, and the entire swamp came to life in the most extreme way, which is not a means that mortals can mobilize."

Whugson scanned the surroundings with his hammer, the Chosen One's perception telling him that danger was everywhere, and that the most dangerous warning came from the currents that crisscrossed the swamp.

It looked closely, and saw a few resting toads lying in the filthy water not far away.

It had a weird glow on it.

The instinct for danger warns it that the farther away from those seemingly inconspicuous toads is the better.

"The power of the gods! There is no doubt that after Gaia, Avalon also officially intervened in this black plague that was about to come to an end in a despicable way. ”

Schugsen was quick to make an absolutely correct assessment.

But it and its lieutenant, Overseer Haas, knew that there was no point in figuring out the source of the swamp anomaly now, and that the most important thing was to come up with a solution.

In the current situation of the filthy swamp, letting ordinary gnolls into it can only add food to these damn plants, and if even the best hunters can't deal with this complex and cruel ecosystem, then this hellish place is a real green hell for ordinary people.

"Get out of here, there's nothing to see here."

Whgeson gave the order to retreat with his own guards and the guards of the Haas Overseer, and in the process of retreating, one of the vigilant guards suddenly noticed that the vines behind him were moving through the muddy water like a giant serpent, and he immediately opened his bow and shot an arrow, which pierced the vicious winding water vines.

It's like pinning a serpent to the ground so that it can't hide anymore.

The two brute soldiers immediately stepped forward and slashed the thing, and as a result, the water vine burst out with green pungent juice when it was torn apart, and the gnolls who smelled it immediately felt dizzy, and they shook their heads and retreated, and one of them saw something half-hidden in the muddy water like a metal insignia.

It thought it might be something left over from the Translancian people, and in its paralysis, it bent down to try to pick it up.

"Don't touch it!"

The Haas Overseer's rebuke was timely, but the stunned gnolls were a little slower, and the moment they touched the piece of iron, a blazing fire exploded in place, followed by painful whimpering in the smoke.

The small explosives were obviously not capable of killing a sturdy gnolloll brute, but its fingers were blown open entirely, and the vicious butterfly mine transformed it from a formidable warrior into a cripple who couldn't even hold a weapon.

It all happened in the interval, so that the people next to it didn't even have time to help, and the brute who covered his hands lay on the ground in pain, and a hunting priest stepped forward to treat it.

Xu Gesen watched this scene coldly.

The explosion and its remarkable results made it realize that the vicious things that were being sprinkled all over the swamp were not meant to cause death, but that the Transans had created something that could not be lethal but easy to produce, in order to increase the number of wounded and disabled gnolls and to slow down their logistics and demoralize them.

Even wild gnolls can feel Alexander when they know that they are fighting in a place where anything can kill you, and even if you pick up a life, you will be at risk of becoming disabled, and in war, too much stress is often the first step to death.

Faced with the asymmetrical weapon of the butterfly mine, Xu Gesen realized how dangerous the war it was about to face.

This intensity has far surpassed the tunnel warfare around the Barren Mountains, and if you think about it a little deeper, if the Trancians had proven the feasibility of tunnel warfare before, they would surely advance a similar strategy in the Filthy Swamp.

Maybe there's a tunnel hidden beneath your feet right now, and Translancia's scouts are hiding in it to gather all the information they need.

As soon as he thought of this, the irritability in Xu Gesen's heart went to the next level.

The Chosen One never lifted his brow until he withdrew from the confines of the Filthy Swamp, and the Haas Overseers next to him realized the seriousness of the problem, but it had not been able to come up with a workable solution after decades of war experience.

It had never encountered this kind of combat before, and the only way it could think of it was to order the kobolds to rush into the swamp to "demine".

Well, this method may be effective, anyway, there are so many kobolds, and how many deaths will not affect their reproduction.

But the problem is that in order to "feed" this hungry swamp with kobolds, the Haas Overseers estimate that they will send two-thirds of all kobolds currently attached to the gnolls, at least! But kobolds have always been an important grassroots force in the black plague, and if all the kobolds are dead, there is no way for the jackals to continue to move forward despite huge casualties.

"Gather the hunting priests! Send the brute soldiers to the Bafeng Special Earth Palace to catch some sacrifices and come back. ”

After a few minutes, Whügeson spoke:

"We are going to hold a hunting sacrifice here, and since Avalon has strengthened the Trancian swamp in a vile way, this battle of the gods will also come to an end for our gods, the Lord of the Hunt has the priesthood of hunting, and if he sends down his blessing, he will surely help our warriors to come and go freely in this dangerous swamp."

"But our God has not yet been born."

Overseer Haas whispered:

"The priests say that there is a limit to the power that the sleeping gods can give."

"This is no longer the time to be objective, He must give!"

The irritable Xu Gesen said in a deep voice:

"If he wants to see slaughter come in Transasia, if he wants to see more blood gushing out for His pleasure, this black plague is a sacrifice to awaken the gods, don't worry, Haas.

Our God has always been generous in this kind of destruction.

Do as I say, let the soldiers gather here but don't step into the filthy swamp, and prepare the fire.

Sending kobolds into the swamp with those things during the ritual preparations, I don't think the flames can deal with those carnivorous plants, but it wouldn't hurt to try. ”

"And the evil mines that are hiding all over the jungle."

Haas whispered:

"The kobolds' actions can help our warriors clear them of hidden threats, but, archoverseer, I've heard that the Gelman Overseers have taken the city of the Dwarves, the most widely armed race on the continent, and perhaps we can get a piece of the Clan's victory.

Our soldiers are not accustomed to using muskets, but explosives such as explosive bombs can obviously be incorporated into our warfare system.

The Translancians have made us suffer so much with this, and perhaps we should learn from them? ”

"Well, you have a point, but Gelman isn't necessarily willing to help us."

Xu Gesen thought for a moment and said:

"Send a hunting priest. No, you'll go back to Moss Valley yourself! Ask Chief Amot to broker this, the road from the Brass Ruins to the Hungry Plains to the Shadow Valley is now under the control of the Gnolls, and if all goes well, we will have enough explosives to use by the time we reach the Maginot Line. ”

"Okay, I'll go."

Overseer Haas's heart softened.

It nodded in satisfaction, and Lord Hurgeson was really good at taking advice.

In fact, this is not the first time that the proposal for Jackals and explosives has been made, but in the past, it was difficult for Jackals to get their hands on these things with a certain amount of technology, and even a great man like the King of Biting Bones could not bring Jackals into the age of firearms on their own, and hairy creatures like Jackals have a natural resistance to fire and explosives.

But now the fall of the Brass Fortress has given the Gnolls a chance to "upgrade", and God knows how many explosives the dwarves have in their own strongholds, but it is definitely a good opportunity for the Gnolls to pick up a big leak.

Just as Haas had left in a Wyvern, Shügerson turned to look behind him at the filthy swamp that spread to the end of his vision.

It was its first time here, but the swamp seemed to be a different kind of habitat than the Jackals' Tale of the Black Calamity, and the abundance of alienated plants made it look more like a tropical jungle full of murderous stent.

This is the slaughterhouse.

But it must pass through here with its own army to reach the territory of the Transans, where it will fight Murphy and his undead Heroic Spirit in a battle that will be remembered in the annals of the Siege of Borean a hundred years ago.

That battle will completely determine the outcome of this black plague.

It was a decisive battle that would decide a lot of things.

"Murphy, are you waiting there for your fate?"

Whugson uttered a deep voice, and he said to himself:

"Then wait! After I break your evil tricks, between you and me, we will finally split the winner. ”

——

Schugson's previous guess was not wrong.

When it stepped into the swamp with the vanguard to conduct armed reconnaissance, there was indeed a tunnel not far from the place, and there were indeed scouts sent out in the tunnel to watch their temptation the whole time.

The young man with a small barrel on his back, a sapper shovel and a bloody vulture claw and a few explosive bombs on his chest, was full of excitement on his face, because the butterfly thunder that had injured the jackal just now was dropped by his own hands a few hours ago.

Although the word +1 did not pop up on the head of the sweet potato burn when the jackal was injured, he definitely ate this wave of assists!

"Hey, blow up you bastards!"

Sweet potato burn scolded very relieved and took out a pocket from behind him, after opening it, it was filled with explosives like iron sheets, these things are another "masterpiece" of the arsenal, the production is very rough, the structure is also very simple but the cost is very low, once it is arranged, as long as it is touched slightly, it will detonate immediately.

These devices, which do not contain too many explosives, are infused with gold powder, which allows them to maintain stealth while maximizing their destructive power.

The most troublesome thing about this thing is that its structure is very rudimentary, so once it is activated, it cannot be safely recovered, only waiting for some unlucky bastard to touch it or waiting for it to lose its effect in the power of time, so it will be very troublesome to clean up these things that have been sprinkled all over the swamp.

Although there is a complete map of the mines at the headquarters, if the wave of gnolls is not "powerful", then these remnants will become a "big problem" for the Translancians after the war.

Born in the art department, the future dream is to be a painter, but now in the other world with the jackal guerrilla college student hehehe, open the map and look at his "work area" today, this military map was impossible to be understood by college students in the past, but now sweet potato ware is familiar with understanding the complex information marked on the map, as if experiencing an anti-aggression war.

Although in reality he is still a waste wood college student who will run out of breath after running 500 meters, his combat experience is already much richer than that of most of his peers and even elders.

This kind of temperament precipitation brought by the unique experience made him much calmer than when he first entered the game, he was not panicked and could analyze calmly, and he would make a decisive move when he encountered trouble, and more importantly, the experience of another world made him learn to face the troubles and no longer evade responsibility, this change in mentality is reflected in a more positive attitude towards life, so that his father and mother can call their stupid son finally grow up.

Of course, Sweet Potato Burning didn't have so much emotion on himself, he was just simply immersed in this pleasant game that never wanted to end.

"Sweet potato, sweet potato! I'm Tomato and get an answer! ”

Just as the sweet potato roast had spilled half of the bag of butterfly thunder, his arithmetic orb rang out, and the dormitory brothers of the same group who served as correspondents called:

"New instructions have been issued, it is said that the druids of Wolf Castle have detected a divine reaction in your direction, Lao Qin asked you to go over and take a look, the preliminary estimate is that the gnolls are doing something."

"Roger! I'll go over at once. ”

The sweet potato burned back, marked the road marker of today's mine, and then re-drilled into the tunnel and quickly moved in the predetermined direction, and reached the edge of the swamp ten minutes later.

He crawled out of a shaft in a high ground, skilfully hiding behind the rocks, reaching out for a telescope and scanning forward.

Soon as he adjusted the focus, Sweet Potato Yaki could see strange lights beating in the gnoll camp farther away, and he could see some goatmen being pulled under wooden statues to cut their throats like chickens and bleed, while some gnolls priests were performing strange rituals with their mindful words.

Brute after soldier and hunter stepped forward and drank the blood-soaked herb, and they were covered in a faint scarlet.

This made the sweet potato frown.

As a civilized man, he was very disgusted by this act of human sacrifice, but soon he noticed that a large number of kobolds were being carried into the swamp by the gnolls who had drunk the blood, and then there was a fire.

"Record!"

Sweet Potato Yaki raised his left hand, turned on the recording function of the calculation orb, and whispered:

"The Gnolls are using a fire strategy to try to stifle the swamp ecology, but we've tried before, and the flames alone can't burn the carnivorous plants blessed by Avalon, and they're performing some strange rituals.

It looks like a strengthening of power, perhaps related to Avalon's blessings.

The gnolls are praying for their gods to intervene, so now the situation has become a battle between the two gods! ”

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a premonition of danger and rolled out of a donkey, narrowly avoiding the giant claws stabbed behind him.

In the midst of the rubble, he turned his head to see a green scythe emerging from its optically invisible state, its indifferent compound eyes fixed on him.

It was the light called "Dinner".

"How did this thing mutate? Depend on! Boss Avalon, you really don't pick and choose to give blessings! ”

Sweet Potato Burn cursed, threw out a blast bomb to cover his retreat, and grabbed the bloody vulture claw and hugged it forward, the flying bullets hit the sicklecon monster and splashed sparks, and the chitin carapace of the ghost thing was thickened by Avalon's natural blessing.

However, the heavy carapace was still unable to withstand the bombardment of explosives with burning powder, and a few minutes later, the mutated elite scythe monster was killed on the hillside by Sweet Potato Yaki with the newly issued "Burning Gold Broadsword".

But unless the jackal is blind, it is impossible to ignore such a big movement, and the sweet potato roast can only be forced to give up the reconnaissance, limping into the tunnel and running back.

"There is a strengthened sickle-claw monster that can be invisible at the edge of the swamp, with the exaggerated reproduction pattern of this kind of thing laying dozens of eggs in a nest, I estimate that similar things will appear in the swamp soon, but the chef Star Soul just made an egg roll from the sickle-claw monster not long ago to please the shame flower, so it is preliminarily estimated that as long as that kind of good-tasting egg roll is popular on the mainland, the sickle-claw monster in the swamp will not become a threat."

As he retreated, he connected the communication and said to the other end:

"But this also proves that the ecology of the swamp is becoming more and more dangerous now, although the plants will not take the initiative to attack us, but the animals are hungry and don't care about this, I suggest that the command should not send new people to mine again, they can't fight such a battle."

Either being hacked to death by the gnolls, or feeding the swamp beasts, is too much of a deal. ”

"Roger, thanks for the additional information, now please immediately go to the third meeting point in Tunnel F near Wolfsburg, you have a new mission, the 'Artist' team."

The staff is on duty today's communication is domestic 003, this brother and the players are familiar with the same board and no longer have the same board as before, this will say softly:

"New equipment has been sent to the front lines and is being tested by you. But don't worry, it's time for the gnolls to disrupt our communications. ”

"So when the hell are they going to be disrupted. Feed? Feed! 003, can you hear me? ! I can't sit idle for a moment, but if I can find such an exciting job there in the future.

Well, if you think about it, it's better to sit in an office over there. ”

(End of chapter)