Quadruple split

Same day

Game time PM17:48

The realm of innocence is in the far north, somewhere within the sacred mountain Sumir

"Hurry up! Hurry up!"

The gorgeously dressed and pot-bellied Grihuan Jinxian urged loudly. The robe costing at least two thousand gold coins was almost soaked with sweat. The light green round face was full of panic, and he was wearing a With two huge dark circles under his eyes, he looked tired and haggard, and the private soldiers surrounding him and the large number of Whispering Sect colleagues who were not surrounding him were not much better.

They have been running for nearly a day and night. Even if most of the people in this team can recover their physical strength and energy with the power of whispers, such a long period of rapid march still puts a huge burden on everyone. Those with high-level combat prowess or those who are deeply immersed in the Whispering Doctrine are fine, but those NPCs who have only experienced one baptism and whose magical attainments are only at the same level as Goshawk have begun to fall into a high degree of fatigue. On the one hand, they have not slept a wink since last night until now, and are trapped in a state of high mental stress. On the other hand, they have been highly overdrawn by continuously using the power of whispers to replenish their physical strength, and it is difficult to squeeze out any more strength.

There is always a limit to deceiving yourself. Even if your muscles and bones are temporarily deceived and you feel that you are strong and awesome, when the lie is over, you will still be sore.

Of course, this is only for the ordinary level of whispering power. If it can be used with a higher quality evil god technique, such as Lucius Lestrange or Archbishop Eden, it will be used. There won't be any load due to the operation of 'restoring physical strength and mental strength'. Of course, if those two were here, the reinforcements gathered here from all over the Northeast Continent wouldn't be running like this.

Well, it’s time for Huo Yanyang and the others to run away.

However, Griphook Golden Thread is neither Lucius nor Eden. He is just a person who actively approached the Whispering Sect to exchange funds for power in order to further his business. There is no opponent in the shopping mall, but in the current battlefield, the role he can play is very limited if he uses money to force himself into a 'whispering bishop'.

But even so, the choice he made was still not wrong. After he had just received the latest combat intention conveyed by Goshawk, and was immediately attacked by an unknown attack, there was indeed nothing wrong with his decision to retreat immediately. What's more, What's more, he was still thinking about whether to fight back at the beginning.

After all, the Whispering Sect will not just assign a real mediocre person to take charge of a large army, even if it is a disparate group of stragglers.

So Pull Ring’s approach is correct.

And as long as his approach is correct, it is absolutely impossible to deviate from the plans No. 1 to 3 prepared by Mo Tan in advance.

In fact, even if he made a wrong judgment, it would still be difficult to escape from the scope of plan No. 4 to No. 9.

Just like playing chess, if you want to break the game, reverse it, or go further, your options are always limited, but if you go beyond this option, it is probably a bad move.

It is true that there are people who can use ingenious strategies to get out of the box, but according to Mo Tan's judgment, at least among the Whispering Cultists Sumir faced, such people did not exist.

To sum up, the entire battle situation, at least the entire battle situation so far, is still within Mo Tan's control, and there is no trace of Chaogang.

"Lord Gold Thread."

A black shadow fell from the sky, and on the round gryphon, the knight with a sinking face nodded to Griphook Golden Thread and said respectfully: "I'm back."

"Mr. Goshawk!"

Griphook immediately showed an expectant look, staring at the opponent with a pair of eyes that were already a little distracted due to fatigue, and asked in a trembling voice: "Are those damn heretics still behind?"

Goshawk said nothing, but shook his head tiredly.

"Damn it!"

Griphook immediately let out an angry roar and gritted his teeth: "Aren't those damn bastards tired?!"

Goshawk gave a bitter smile, shook his head in a low voice and said, "I'm afraid they really won't be tired."

"Speed ​​up, let everyone speed up!"

Griphook grabbed his thick gray hair, looked around at his colleagues who were obviously starting to lose strength, tapped his throat with his index finger, and said in a deep voice: "We are almost arriving at Snow Dove Hill. Already, the main force led by Lord Lucius is there to support you. Please support me."

With the blessing of [Silent Thought], most people heard his order, and after knowing that they were about to be safe, they gritted their teeth and increased their speed by half.

Griphook laughed dryly at the knight who also showed obvious fatigue: "Mr. Goshawk, please get in the car and have a rest. After a while, I hope you will send a message to Lord Lucius and ask him to send someone." Meet us."

"You will be of service."

Goshawk didn't show any pretense. After feeding Dudu half a bottle of potion, he jumped to the car where Griphook was, sat cross-legged in the corner and began to close his eyes and meditate.

And this team also speeded up under Grihuan's urging and incitement again, and drove towards Snow Jiuqiu with all their strength, just to get rid of the pursuers behind!

Those cruel, terrifying, murderous, tireless, haunting pursuers who do not actually exist.

That's right, those so-called pursuers don't actually exist.

In fact, as early as three hours ago, the Huo Yan Yang Department, which had always been hanging behind this team of cultists, had quietly turned around.

As for Griphook's misjudgment, in the final analysis it was just a misunderstanding that was deliberately created.

As a player who belongs to the Whispering Sect in this regional world mission, Goshawk is not allowed to lie to his own people in principle, and he did so. He did not say it in front of Lucius before. Even half a lie is the same in front of Griphook Golden Thread.

From last night to now, as the most mobile scout in the air, Goshawk will ride Dudu for high-altitude reconnaissance every once in a while. In the process, until Huo Yanyang leads people to turn away, Goshawk The reports were all truthful, such as 'the enemy is still chasing us', but after the group of mixed troops who called themselves the 'Survey Corps' turned around, Goshawk's expression changed.

When he, who had not slept for almost the whole day (although this did not matter), tiredly drove Dudu back to the side of the ring, shaking his head with a bitter look on his face, everything was lost.

[It’s a shame, the pursuers are beyond hope. We don’t even have a human hair behind our butts. 】

The goshawk shook his head and thought so.

【Not giving up yet? Haven't given up yet! Why haven’t those damn guys given up yet! Are they invincible? ? 】

Griphook thought as he looked at the goshawk shaking his head vigorously.

Then Goshawk said truthfully: "I'm afraid they really won't be tired."

After all, most of Huo Yanyang's group are players. Although there are physical limits, players who are at least one level less sleepy than NPCs are always much more energetic than these expelled cultists. .

As a result, forty minutes later, the Whispering Sect support troops, who were exhausted from top to bottom, finally arrived at their destination, which was within the control area of ​​the main mountain-attacking troops in Snow Dove Hill.

At this point, the remaining strength of the support force is 3,253, minus Goshawk, who is part of the main force attacking the mountain. A total of 448 people have been lost, including the players who were shocked and offline last night. There were about 200 people. The total number of players and NPCs who disappeared during the chaos was less than 100, and another 100 people were actually killed by the 'Survey Corps'.

Obviously, last night's massive raid did not cause much damage to the Whispering Sect's support troops, so even if all those who were offline and those who escaped were counted as killed, they were far from being injured. .

but

They lost Chui Xuefeng's camp, they were forced to join the main force unplanned, they almost exhausted themselves to the point of collapse, and they brought wrong intelligence to Lucius.

Game time PM18:39

Within the territory of the holy mountain Sumir, the command post of the main force attacking the mountain in the northeastern parish of Snow Jiuqiu

"You mean, you were attacked by a force that was no less numerous than our own?"

Lucius Lestrange narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at the 'Whispering Bishop' Griphook Golden Thread in front of him, and asked in a low voice: "Then you ran away for almost a day and a night before you got here?"

The latter nodded vigorously and said hoarsely: "Yes, sir."

"But you don't seem to have much to lose."

Lucius stared into Griphook's eyes and said word by word: "I need an explanation. An explanation for why you were 'forced' to such an embarrassing situation, but even the basic structure did not suffer much wear and tear. Being chased for nearly twenty hours but only losing less than 30% of the combat power is really strange, isn't it?"

Griphook swallowed nervously and plucked up the courage to say: "They attacked from the south. We reacted quite quickly, because under the order of Archbishop Eden, our subordinates organized everyone to carry out the attack as soon as possible after the attack on the camp. We broke through and discovered in the process that the enemy had not made arrangements in the northern part of the camp, so after losing nearly a hundred people, we successfully distanced ourselves from the enemy."

Lucius' brows jumped slightly after hearing the words 'The enemy has not made any arrangements in the northern part of the camp': "Go on."

"Then, well, it may be because it was dark at that time, and the enemy did not rush in. This made them waste an opportunity to bite us, at least this is what my subordinates think."

While Griphook was making the argument he had prepared all the way, he carefully observed Lucius's expression and continued: "After that, we began to reorganize order on the road, but the enemy did not seem to coordinate the arrangements. Although the offensive was fierce, it was relatively scattered. Instead of interfering with our speed, it actually slowed down their own rhythm. Later, after dawn, they accelerated their pursuit, but in the same exhausted situation, with the divine power of our Lord With blessing, we are faster, so..."

Lucius did not let him continue, but raised his hand and interrupted: "What is the specific composition of the enemies you encountered?"

"What is the specific composition?"

"Proportion ratio, average combat power, racial ratio."

Lucius frowned and explained lightly.

Then Griphook became sweaty. Although he did give a reasonable explanation just now, when Lucius asked in such detail, he really couldn't give an answer after running away desperately from the beginning.

Fortunately, the goshawk standing aside helped him out in time.

"Master Griphook has been working hard to maintain order, so he shouldn't be able to see it clearly."

Goshawk turned his head and glanced at Griphook, and then mused: "However, during several flights into the air for reconnaissance, my subordinates discovered some one-sided information."

"explain."

Lucius was concise and to the point.

So Goshawk told the truth succinctly: "I saw many races, including humans, elves, and dwarves, but I didn't find any priests among them. Well, of course there were also a large number of orcs. They The leader seems to be a young orc."

"Young orc?"

Lucius gently raised his pale and slender fingers and rubbed the center of his brow. After a while, he asked: "An orc with red hair?"

"How do you know?"

The goshawk looked very surprised.

"Of course I know, because before you came, the red-haired orc led Sumir's gang of bastards to repel dozens of our attacks."

Lucius sneered and said bluntly: "I believe he is definitely a very skillful commander, even better than me."

Goshawk and Griphook didn't answer, just lowered their heads silently. After all, Lucius could say some things himself. If they, lower-ranking people, dared to talk casually, they would be in trouble with themselves.

The silence lasted for about half a minute

"You were tricked, Griphook."

Lucius suddenly raised his head and looked at the frightened goblin rich man, and said solemnly: "Maybe you did organize the team in a short time, but this is by no means the reason why you didn't get bitten. In fact, , if Goshawk is not mistaken, the red-haired orc will never make such mistakes as slowing down his own rhythm and missing good opportunities due to carelessness."

Griphook froze at that moment: "Ah, this"

"He did it on purpose. Regardless of whether he has enough combat power to kill you, he has no intention of eating your troops. As for the purpose,"

Lucius stood up and walked a few steps back and forth behind the chair with his hands behind his hands. After a while, he stopped thoughtfully and said, "I'm afraid he has achieved his goal, which is to drive your troops to the snow." Jiuqiu join me!"

"Why is this?!"

Griphook and Goshawk's eyes widened at the same time.

"It's very simple."

Lucius turned around and looked at the wall-mounted terrain map behind him, gritted his teeth and said, "Look at our current location. To the west is the main peak of Sumir where the Holy Alliance troops are stationed, and to the east is the base of the Holy Alliance expeditionary force. , and to the south is the army that has been chasing you all the way since last night, and the leader is still the red-haired orc."

He suddenly slapped his palm on the spot marked Snow Dove Hill on the terrain map, turned his head and looked coldly at the two people behind him.

"Three-way encirclement!"

Chapter 797: End