My players are so fierce

Chapter 670 669. Even if there are no players, the Transian gentlemen will still fight!

About three-quarters of Position 2 fell.

The remaining quarter of the area is shrouded by the Serenade barrier to form a "protrusion". Two Serenade cores are placed in the same area. The double shield formed by drawing power from underground psychic nodes is strong enough to allow Gnolls cannot defeat it with claws and weapons.

Even falling meteorites will be blocked.

The moment this "strategic artifact" appeared on the battlefield, it announced the end of the Jackal's general attack. The Splitting Claw Matron must mobilize enough psionic masters to break through this crystal that has been fixed on the psionic node. .

This thing is the embodiment of a master of vampire secrets. It is a defensive sacred object specially created by the Mystic Blood Clan for the Blood Vulture Clan. During the disaster in Cadman City, Murphy and Tris found three of them, and the remaining four were Buried under the ruins, as the Stonemasons Brotherhood began to rebuild the city, two more Serenade cores were found one after another.

But the last two core crystals were missing.

Tris guessed that the thing should have been involved in the star realm, and Murphy's guess was even bolder.

Mannis the Endless said that there are still 100,000 people living in the Star Boundary in Cadman City. The main reason why they can survive there is probably because they found a way to activate two core crystals in the Star Boundary.

In short, the Serenade Barrier is a magical thing in all aspects. Paired with the Serenade Scepter in Tris's hand, its first appearance at the Black Flame Mountain Pass reversed the situation of the battle like a stroke of genius.

However, the cost of doing this is terrible.

The old players are almost wiped out!

They killed several times the enemy before they died, making Position 2 "a river of blood" in a real sense, but it was too late to grieve.

When Murphy returned to Position 3 with a large number of psychic bags containing equipment, he found Maxim who was also tired before he had time to rest. He said:

"The defense of Serenade Barrier has its limits. Once Mistress Splitting Claw arrives, this barrier will face a real test. We can't focus all our hopes on this thing. You have to make a plan."

"Plan of attack?"

Mark asked, Murphy shook his head and said:

"Be prepared to retreat while attacking! I have a hunch that the Splitclaw Jackals will do some unimaginable 'harsh things' in the Black Flame Pass. I know that the commanders under Lord Heather are determined to stay here. , but once the worst happens, you must ensure that you leave a passage for quick retreat.

When the players are revived in three days, I will lead them to guard position three.

You need to retreat to the rear of the position, where you can recuperate and operate secretly.

Tris will send the remaining two Serenade core crystals to Shadow Valley and the Maginot Line of Defense. The two crystals here will also be evacuated when necessary. In addition, you brought me the officers of the Plantagenets, and I gave them orders if I had anything to do. "

"Um."

Mark had no objection and immediately got up and took action.

Murphy shook his body and felt a little dizzy. He wanted to find a place to rest, but the next moment, Tris's hand supported his arm.

The scarlet witch said with a scolding and distressed tone:

"Look at you like this. I've never seen you in such a mess. How many enemies have you killed?"

"2000? 3000?"

Murphy shook his head and said:

"I lost count after more than 1,000, although maybe only one-third of them were gnolls? Tris, I suddenly realized that we were focused on digging holes for gnolls but ignored the inconspicuous but inconspicuous kobolds. Very important group.

I now understand that the Black Disaster was nominally initiated by the Jackals, but the Kobolds were the main cannon fodder.

The number of these guys is horrific.

The speed of our killing can't keep up with the speed of their growth. We must find a way to send it to the old flywheel for me to have it repaired. "

Murphy took off his broken chain sword, which even had its teeth broken, and handed it to Dorothy, who was sitting next to him and resting. The latter wanted to scold her and stop bothering me, but she was watching. After Murphy spoke, he immediately cheered up and rushed towards the direction of the psionic masters holding the chain sword.

Tris helped Murphy to find a suitable place, but the Governor suddenly remembered something. He shook his head and threw out the white dining chair named "Pava" with a strange resistance. He sat down on it.

Not to mention, it is a pleasure to sit on this thing when you are tired after a fight.

"We must replicate Hogg's success among the gnolls and find ways to enlighten the kobolds with civilization."

Murphy gasped and took the wine dripping with blood from Tris.

He drank it in one gulp, and then took out a few curved jackal manes from his mouth with a strange expression.

Well, this is the thing that sucks blood from the enemy when fighting with blood thirst. Well, when Murphy looked at this thing, he suddenly thought of a very bad vulgar joke.

He curled his lips and said to Tris:

"I remember there was an old kobold named Goldfang in the Bloodclaw clan?"

"No, Murphy, kobolds are not gnolls. They have no such thing as a 'civilization system'. Their social structure is quite loose, and there is little contact between tribes. They are several stages behind the gnolls in the level of civilization. .”

Tris took out a handkerchief to help Murphy wipe the blood on his face, and said regretfully:

"And there are kobolds all over the continent, and Old Jinya can't make them all obey him. To deal with kobolds, you have to kill their owners first. This is what we did in the previous black disasters."

"This is so inefficient, we need to find a way."

Murphy sighed.

He glanced at the character card.

Good guy, after this fierce battle, my Scarlet Secret Ancestral Power has improved rapidly, and Scarlet Storm has also advanced from entry level to mastery. Sure enough, the ancestral power still needs to continue to fight in order to grow rapidly.

"I'll take a nap."

Murphy leaned on his chair and looked at the kobolds who were cleaning the battlefield in the distance. He said:

"Give them a good look at night! Let all the vampires in the clan prepare. In the next three days, there will be no players to help us. We have to rely on ourselves. Oh, if I can have 30,000 players."

"Stop thinking about it, there is everything in your dreams, just go to sleep."

Tris, who had always loved being clean, no longer struggled at this moment. She put her arms around Murphy's neck and let him lean against her chest.

Just a moment later, there was a slight snore.

He is too tired.

"Maybe I should help him?"

Tris stroked Murphy's hair and thought:

"Little Murphy is probably preparing for the Silver Trial. Well, maybe I can give him some experience. No, just give him some help. I seem to have learned a magic that can transfer power in the past?"

——

Murphy only slept for three hours before he was shaken awake.

It was already late at night, and the arrival of midnight made the vampires full of energy. Maxim also gathered the members of the Blood Vulture Clan and prepared to go hunting with his governor.

But before leaving, Murphy chatted with the commander of the Plantagenet Vanguard.

"How did you get yourself into this?"

Murphy looked at Major Ron with his arms hanging in front of him in surprise, and said:

"Did he get slashed by a jackal?"

"Well, injuries sustained in battle are a man's medal!"

Major Ron didn't want to talk about this topic, and he didn't want the handsome vampire in front of him to know that he actually fell and sprained his arm during the transfer.

This is too embarrassing.

However, this young major was also very brave in the battle at dusk. It is said that he personally led a team to kill a group of jackal thugs who sneaked across position three and prepared to blow up artillery ammunition. He looked at Murphy and asked:

"Your general told me that you had something to talk to me about?"

"Well, business."

Murphy looked around, approached Major Ron, pointed to the rear position, and whispered:

"Do you know where the Brass Dwarves' artillery positions are? Do you know where their ammunition depots are?"

"I know, those bastards placed their best artillery on the eighth position. Their artillery only needs to move forward one kilometer to support the front line, but I didn't see a single brass dwarf appear from the beginning to the end."

Ron cursed:

"What a bullshit guardian of the dark mountains. This behavior is even more disgusting than a kobold."

"That's exactly what I'm saying."

Murphy blinked and said to Major Ron:

"I want you and your soldiers to be ready to take over the artillery in the hands of those brass dwarves by force at some point!"

"ah?"

Major Ron was startled by this instruction, and he asked:

"Isn't this rebellion?"

"Hey, they don't dare to fight the jackals, how dare they fight you to the death?"

Murphy sneered and said:

"The courage of the brass dwarf has long been corroded by the white silver!

Especially after the Brass Fortress was built, they hid in the fort for two hundred and forty years without suffering any large-scale invasion. The gold-burning business was booming, and even the dwarves who were as stubborn as stone would burn gold in the silver fortress. Become a coward under bomb attack.

Don't let them fool you.

Of course, I won’t let you go now.

Bid your time, you know?

You seem like a smart guy, and I think you should know when I'm talking about.

Don't worry about being settled by Qiu Hou. In fact, Lord Heather has been dissatisfied with her compatriots for a long time. As long as you pick a perfect moment to take over the position, Lord Heather will not embarrass you.

If she really wants to arrest you for treason, she will tell you that I asked you to do this.

This governor is still a bit weak among the Blood Alliance clans.

Don't worry, this matter will not affect your future. "

"Yeah, I understand."

Major Ron is a young man who was born as a general. He does not lack courage and rationality. He knows very well that if he can get the firepower assistance of the dwarves today, the second position may not be able to be defended.

Now that the Transians have wiped out all the foreigners' forces in the first battle, the vampire governor in front of him must be very angry.

Besides, as a professional artilleryman, Major Ron has long wanted to try the regular firepower of the brass dwarves. Although the military reform of the Plantagenet Kingdom is in full swing, when it comes to artillery firepower, it still depends on the dwarves.

After all, these dwarfs were already playing with guns and cannons when humans were still throwing stones at each other.

"Fraser's injury shouldn't be bad enough that he can't go on the battlefield, right?"

Murphy took the melted sword from Maxim, glanced at Major Ron, and said:

"Are the sons of Capet frightened? Don't you dare come and play in the men's playground?"

"Fraser has been discharged from hospital and is mobilizing the remaining 4,000 people in our camp on the Cato border."

Major Ron defended his good friend with a straight face:

"He will arrive on the battlefield soon, Vampire Governor, I forbid you to say that about my brother!"

"Huh, quite a temper."

Murphy curled his lips, and when he was about to leave, he suddenly rolled his eyes. He flapped his wings and floated in the air, saying to Major Ron behind him:

"We vampires are going to fight the gnolls and retake our second position. Those barbarians are no match for us under the night. It's easy to expel them, but how to hold the position during the day is a big problem.

I said, haven’t you Plantagenets always boasted that your courage is not weaker than that of other people?

You are just idle here, why don't you go for a walk with us? "

"Ha, a hunting invitation from a vampire?"

Major Ron showed an interested smile and said:

"Of course, why not? That battle during the day, to be honest, I was holding fire in my heart. Robinson! Bring my gun, call the brothers, and let's fight!"

Ten minutes later, Murphy and the 2,000 combatants of the Blood Vulture Clan had flown into the high-altitude clouds. Their flight at this altitude would not be detected by any detection spells on the ground.

The Governor spread his wings wantonly in the air and looked back.

The total number of Blood Eagle Clan before the start of the Black Disaster was pitifully less than 500, but less than a month after the start of the Black Disaster, their number soared to more than 2,300.

There are 1,600 warriors under Maxim's command who are "reserve vampires". When all of them are transformed by the source blood in the fierce battle, the number of the Blood Vulture Clan will exceed 3,000.

Compared with other clans, this is still not worth mentioning, but looking at the midnight warriors wearing military uniforms, with solemn faces and strong will, Murphy was extremely satisfied.

None of these warriors are bound by a corrupt and dark blood pact.

Each of them is free, and their wills have been tempered in the fire of the Black Disaster. Even the reason for entering midnight is not for something illusory like power. They became vampires with the will to "protect".

None of Lord Paying's blood alliance clans could be so pure, but Murphy's blood eagle clan did it.

"These are the seeds of a new era."

Murphy said softly.

Maxim, who was following him, also nodded in agreement. As Murphy's most trusted heir, Maxim could fully understand the meaning of his master's words.

He knew that Lord Murphy was very dissatisfied with the current situation of vampires, and he wanted to initiate a "reform" in the stagnant vampire society.

"Mark, this is for you."

Murphy took out a jar of source blood from his psychic bag and handed it to Maxim, who didn't take it at all. He said:

"You are humiliating me, Master!"

"You can be like Adele and still call me 'Master' after you are free."

Murphy whispered:

"But you know, I don't like blood contracts! I never have. If we have tried our best to pursue freedom for Ms. Lenia, and you are still bound by the blood, then everything we have done will be in vain. Already?

Mark, don’t worry about losing the blood contract and we will become alienated.

It doesn’t have to be like this, and it won’t be like this. You have already put on the lock called ‘loyalty’, which is much more useful than some bullshit blood contract.

What's more, you need to be in better shape during the Silver Trial. The source blood will strengthen you, making you the general I rely on most after entering the Silver Trial, and become the 'Scarlet Sword of Transia'. "

"Even if you explain it this way you know it would be heartbreaking to lose the connection with you."

Maxim reluctantly accepted the source of blood that Murphy handed over again. He said:

“Not everyone is going to crave those.”

"Whether you need it or not is one thing, whether I give it to you or not is another matter."

The vampire lord smiled.

He tied a special black whistle to his arm, then took the lead and folded his wings from the high-altitude clouds and plummeted downwards.

Maxim followed closely, followed by groups of blood vulture warriors behind him.

They were like falling stars in the dark night. There was no dazzling flame, nor that shocking sense of power, but they made a sharp and ear-piercing sound when those whistles touched the air.

The closer to the ground, the more real the intimidating scream becomes.

It's like an evil spirit crawling out of hell is invading the world with its claws and fangs.

The kobolds and jackals on the second position raised their heads in panic. What caught their eyes was the gloomy storm surrounding them in the night. In the brewing lightning storm set off by Tris, streaks of blood suddenly appeared.

The leader is none other than "The Doom of the Jackal".

"Run!"

Murphy held Necessary Evil and the Melta Knife in his hands. As the kinetic energy accumulated by Hell's dive was exerted, he roared:

"Remember what I said before I kill you all in three days? Sorry, I changed my mind!"