The Gnoll invasion of the Genoa Peninsula lasted for a month and a half, and this narrow peninsula once boasted of being the world's most prosperous place, but when it came to real war, it fell incredibly quickly.

The armies of the Biting Bone Clan were almost a way to have fun and plunder in this area, and a month and a half was only enough time for Hygeson's side to pass through the filthy swamps and finish the Maginot Line, but it was enough for His Excellency Gelman Bitten to occupy most of the Genoa Peninsula.

Now that its forces have completely occupied the road to the Misty Sea to the south, except for the port of Chardo, which is still dead, the rest of the cities have fallen into the hands of the gnolls, and the attack to the north is slower, mainly because the land near Lake Shulpers has been set up by the Pioneer Corps to defend the area.

Loren the Short Man clearly doesn't intend to huddle in the Cato region and wait for a fierce battle with the Gnolls.

With King Louis' permission, tens of thousands of elite Pioneer Legions crossed the border of Genoa and began to defend themselves along some of the border cities of the Halflings.

They arrived just in time.

While the Maginot Line was in full swing, the Pioneer Corps and the Wolf Poison Clan in the Cato region had already begun to receive refugees, and most of the inhabitants of the entire northern part of the Genoa peninsula had now been resettled in the Cato area.

Although there were also objective factors in the progress of the war, the viciousness of King Louis's vision can also be seen.

Just this wave of homeless people on the border to receive and leave the country to defend against the enemy, it has added nearly a million manpower to the Plantagenet Kingdom, half of which are halflings who are good at manufacturing, although these guys will not stay in the Plantagenet Kingdom forever, but even if only one of the ten remains, Plantagenet will also earn.

Of course, there are downsides to taking in so many refugees, such as the rapid deterioration of law and order in the Kato area.

That place was already a relatively densely populated area, and the acceptance of so many outsiders at once made the local people complain, and this kind of refugee acceptance made the Pioneer Legion already targeted by the brute soldiers of the Biting Bone Clan.

The Biting Bone King felt that this was the Plantagenet snatching the fruits of victory from his own hands, and so many slaves that could be plundered were taken away, making the super victory in his eyes mutilated and imperfect.

In this case, Gelman Biting poured his anger on the vanguard of the Pioneer Legion, and in the last week, there have been four major battles of more than 3,000 men alone, and the frontline stronghold established by the Pioneer Corps was knocked down by force, and the Gnolls entered the city and began to slaughter the city, which directly led to the loss of the Pioneer Corps in a week reached an astonishing tens of thousands of people.

This means that if there are no accidents, Marshal Loren's legions will soon be engaged in a real battle with the Biting Clan on the Genoa Peninsula.

However, in this magical continent, it is impossible to fight such a thing without accidents.

The fall of the Lord of the Hunt not only turned the central battlefield into a safe one, but also directly affected the western front, where the Genoa Peninsula was located, and Gelman Bitten's berserk army had been held for no more than three full days.

It's not that it doesn't want to keep fighting, it's that it can't fight.

"Are they still half-dead?"

In a ruined halfling city at the northern tip of the peninsula, the camp of the Biting King was temporarily housed there, and it was only in the early hours of the morning that the irritated Biting King began his day's "work".

Sitting on its throne adorned with fresh skulls in an angry gesture, it asked several of its trusted Overseers:

"The priests still can't come up with a solution? Didn't the voodoo priests have any means at their disposal? ”

"No, my lord."

An Overseer with a strange mechanical battle axe scolded with a gloomy face:

"Last night alone, there were as many as thirty-four bloodscar priests who chose to commit suicide because they couldn't get a response from the gods, and those cowards didn't have God's guidance, let alone fight, and even survival was a luxury.

As for the voodoo priests, they are constantly brewing all kinds of potions, but the problem is that those things can only heal the soldiers' bodies but not inspire their minds.

It was as if our soldiers had their spines broken all at once, they were still strong and brutal but they had lost their purpose and mind, as if they hadn't woken up, your guards were better, but the rest of the troops were generally resistant to fighting.

Those bastards would rather lie in their own shacks than get up and do something, even with a whip. ”

"The hearts of the warriors have been crushed, my lord."

Another old priest of the Biting Bone Clan sighed and said:

"It's not their fault.

The scene of the fall of the Lord of the Hunt is imprinted in the hearts of every believer through the connection of faith, and the terrible scene flashes in the minds of the warriors every time they dream back in the middle of the night, and we have launched this plague to help our god be born, but now he has fallen.

The low morale of the soldiers is just the beginning, if this 'spiritual plague' is allowed to spread, your army will completely lose the will to fight in a very short time, and I am afraid that when the short marshal on the opposite side leads the troops to kill, these guys will not pick up arms and will only be killed on the spot. ”

"Bad luck, blanch! How did the mighty gnoll become like this! ”

The biting bone king actually understands everything.

But it hoped that its warriors would be as strong as it was, and as a great chief who talked about the lord of the hunt but didn't believe in it, it didn't think it was a serious matter for the gods to die, but now it had to deal with the drastic sham.

It cursed, looked at the old priest who was about to speak, and said in a wicked voice:

"Say whatever you want, Manuk, you were my mentor when I was a child, you know, I trust you a lot, just say it."

"My lord, it would seem like a coward to say that, but it's time for us to retreat."

The old priest Simanouk, who had brought Gelman to the biting bone in one hand, sighed, and whispered:

"I know you're definitely not willing to give up, no one wants to give up at this time, but this spiritual plague is coming too quickly, and we must withdraw our troops immediately before the other side can react. My idea is to retreat directly to the Dark Mountains, back to the ancestral land of the Biting Bone Clan.

Perhaps time will heal the cowardice in the hearts of the soldiers, and when they come out of that despair of the heart, you can start another war.

The brass fortress is gone, and the road to the Genoese peninsula is clear.

This is our hunting ground!

We can come whenever we want, but."

"But what about going back?"

The always brutal and violent Gelman Biting Bone showed a rare sense at this moment, and he stood up in a helpless manner, stretched out his hand and pointed out the outside of the tent, and said:

"Our sudden withdrawal at this time will only make Loren on the other side realize our weakness, with the current state of the soldiers, as long as they are pursued, they will be defeated, and the collapse is spreading, it is a spiritual plague that cannot be stopped, and a rout will cause a terrible collapse of the whole army.

When the time comes, let alone return to the ancestral land, it is a luxury that we will be able to leave the Genoa Peninsula alive.

No refund!

At least I can't let the other side see the clues, let my personal guards go up first, and continue to attack the positions of the pioneer legions, so that they have no time to take care of anything else, as for you.

Go figure it out!

Whatever you do, get the fighters back up as soon as possible!

Even if it's sorcery."

This decision caused the Overseer and the priests to look at each other, but they could not come up with a reason or plan for opposing it, so they could only nod their heads and leave quickly.

After everyone was gone, in his tent, the more Gelman Bitten thought about it, the more angry he became, and he roared and punched the table next to him, and the burst of brute force made the table directly bottom out, and it turned into a mass of waste with a thud.

The fate of this dog day treats itself so harshly!

Gelman thought that he was about to break through the northernmost point of the Genoese Peninsula and advance into the center of the continent, but the damned spiritual plague suddenly descended at this time.

To hell with the hunter who rides the horse!

Serving this evil god did not bring him any good, but because of his fall, he fell into the dangerous position he is now walking on thin ice.

But having said that, even if Gelman did not believe in the Lord of the Hunt at all, he could still catch a glimpse of the fall of the gods in his midnight dreams, and the ruined kingdom of God, the black arrows of light falling from the sky, and the wails of the Lord of the Hunt seemed to announce the ominous future of this black plague.

The biting king is not afraid.

But its tenacity alone cannot change the cowardice and depravity of the current collective, and it must come up with a solution before the situation collapses.

"You may seem annoyed, but luckily I've got a good medicine for you."

A voice suddenly rang out outside the tent.

It was the Shadow Elf's words, causing Gelman to pull out his skull sword with a thud.

How can there be shadow elves in your camp?

So this must be an assassin! Those weak halflings did not dare to stop their armies head-on, similar despicable assassinations have been staged many times in the past period, and the organization called the "Thieves' Guild" under the command of the halflings has been recruiting dead soldiers, but if they want to rely on assassinations to make things happen, even the gnolls will find it ridiculous!

"Bang Bang"

The sound of the guard falling to the ground made the Lord of the Biting Bone want to shout for protection, but then it calmed down, sat back on his throne, and said in a rough voice with his brutal sword:

"Come in, what do you look like sneaky? You said you brought good medicine, okay, then let me see what kind of medicine you sell in the gourd, you uninvited fellow. ”

"As an orthodox descendant of the King of Biting Bone, this guts alone is worthy of the great cause you are carrying out."

The slave owner was still the same polite gesture.

He stepped into the Bite King's tent, and the Bite Clan's territory was very close to the Eternal Rift, so Gelman Bite had dealt with the Shadow Elf quite a lot, and he could tell his identity at a glance from the dress of the elf in front of him and the special badge on his chest.

"The chief samurai of the Mejewa family? Tsk, it's magical. ”

The Lord of the Biting Bone said sarcastically:

"Shouldn't you defend your family and your city? But how did I hear that Mejewa City was finished? So what exactly have you protected, Lord Samurai. ”

"It's degenerate, and I'd rather rebuild it after a complete destruction than defend a worthless regime, and that's not what I'm going to talk to you about, of course."

The slave owner changed the subject somewhat stiffly.

After learning that his faction had been wiped out by Murphy with a shot of God's scepter, it was indeed difficult for him to answer the question of "what exactly did he protect".

Perhaps it was also because of the impact of this incident that the slave owner lost interest in the gnoll chieftain in front of him, and he said very directly:

"I have brought a cure for the plague of the psychic plague of your warriors, they are not as determined as you, relying on personal goals and ambitions alone is enough to support themselves in life, life is always not strong enough to need a spiritual pillar, and now their spiritual pillar has collapsed, and they have lost their courage and will to continue.

The best solution is actually much simpler than you think, since they need to worship something, just find them a new pillar after the fall of the Lord of the Hunt. ”

"It's easy!"

The Lord of the Bone Sneered and said:

"You're looking for a god on this continent who is willing to accept the gnolls! And this conversion of faith is not an overnight thing, this guest, if this is what you can do, then I will ask you to leave with the knife in my hand.

What a waste of my time! ”

"Well, this does involve something as complicated as faith, and it is not my intention to dissect the nature of faith with you and engage in a fruitless debate with you.

All you need to know is that the Lord of the Hunter has transformed the minds of your warriors, making them both strong and cowardly, as if they were missing a piece of their soul when they don't feel the presence of the gods.

It is precise, then, that this spreading plague of weakness is not so much a matter of faith as a lack of calling and feedback. ”

The slave owner shook his head and said:

"Your soldiers don't need faith, they just want to respond, and there is no god in this world who will answer the call of the gnolls, but there are many forces outside the world that are willing to respond.

For example, the Lord of Darkness who is floating in the astral plane, the Nightmare Tyrant who is waiting to wake up from his nightmare in the Dadi Palace of Bafengt, and the old gods of the past who are trapped in the cage of the gods, this is really a good problem to solve.

But I know you won't allow your soldiers to worship such a weak master.

Therefore, I have brought you the perfect person to confide in, a benefactor who will give you generously in response to your soul and heart without you having to give anything.

It will not only respond to your spiritual call and desire to be cared for, but it will even generously give you more strength than the Lord of the Hunt can give.

It's called 'Original Sin.'"

The slave owner took out a sculpture carved from a strange black crystal from his pocket, like a strange aggregation of parts of the world.

He placed the thing in the air in front of the Lord of the Biters, let it levitate there, and said to Gelman Bitern:

"You can not believe me, trust is always expensive, especially for strangers, but you might as well give it a try, in the situation you are facing now, I don't think there is much time left for you to hesitate.

Most importantly, if you are already in hell, you can only ask the devil for mercy.

It's not a good thing, but it helps you and is willing to help you.

Isn't that enough?

Anyway, for a conqueror like you, you have always understood how high the cost of victory is, and you are more afraid of defeat than of fall.

In addition, I would like to give you a very personal gift on behalf of the evening. ”

The slave owner took out an amber glowing potion from his other pocket and handed it to Gelman Bitern, saying:

"Elixir of Immortality"

“？ You're kidding, right? ”

The Lord of the Biting Bone sneered and said:

"The so-called 'elixir of immortality' is just a nonsense legend!"

"Well, I have a different opinion on the answer to this question, and maybe when you fall into a corner, you wish it was more than just a legend."

The slave owner smiled and said:

"The choice is yours, and if you are at risk of dying one day in the future, you can choose to drink it all, or smash it to the ground, and face the cold and tragic death with a heroic spirit.

But remember.

If you use this elixir of immortality, it means that you owe us a great favor, and the debt of favor needs to be repaid, and you will face a choice, and I believe that by that time, you will make the right choice.

By the way, Field Marshal Loren is planning an assault on the front line, and in six hours they will launch a devastating assault on the two marauders you have placed on the flanks.

That means it's probably too late for you to start deploying troops now, your intimidation tactics are about to be revealed, and once the other side knows what the gnolls are doing, then the end waiting for you is not destined to be too good."

The slave owner pointed to the black crystal sculpture suspended in the air, and placed a pocket watch with a six-hour countdown next to the sculpture, and he whispered:

"Dingding, time waits for no one, my chief. I don't know how long it will take you to shape the miracle, but sadly, you only have six hours left.

Come on.

Be a conqueror and shock the world, or become a clown and please the world. ”

(End of chapter)