Chapter 1032 1030 If he is saved by Murphy, his career as a marshal will be ruined
Chapter 1032 If he is rescued by Murphy, then his career as a marshal will be over?-[1010]
Destroying the fishman's nest is just a node in the "Feast of the Crazy Fish" pursuit activity, not the end. After sailing eastward from this sea for a day, players on airships and elf battleships saw the northern coast of the Genoa Peninsula at this time
The bad "scenery".
The original red sea cliffs and beautiful beaches have now turned into a messy and filthy land. Large murlocs visible to the naked eye shuttle on the coast, and you can even see broken war flags standing on the desolate land from a distance.
Above, there is a completely destroyed village and town in the distance, which has now become one of the strongholds of the Dagon fishmen on land.
In order to better adapt to the murloc's fighting style, the climate in this area has been completely changed.
There were dark clouds, mist, and strong winds with a fishy smell, and heavy rain would fall every once in a while, turning the original hills into a terrible, filthy land.
This is the connection point between the Cato region and the Genoa Peninsula, and it is also the rear of the besieged Pioneer Corps vanguard. The fish people used the method of changing the terrain to completely block the possibility of the Plantagenet people's retreat, forcing them to have to fight in the hilly areas ahead.
Engage in a life-and-death war with the gnolls.
Transia, mermen and elven warriors will land from here, defeat the murloc army in the rear that frequently harasses the communication lines of the pioneering legion, and return the changed terrain to its original form to support the battlefield ahead.
"Oh my god, how many murlocs are there on land?"
On the high airship deck, Little Potato's mother, Cowboy Judy, was looking at the battlefield ahead with a telescope.
When she saw the dark murlocs running among the ruins of the village that was burned and destroyed by floods, even though Mrs. Cowboy had completely adapted to the combat rhythm of this ghost game, she still felt her scalp numb.
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When she zoomed out, she could see many similar "fish-man huts" under the dark clouds along the ditches washed out by flash floods. This gave Mrs. Judy an idea of the fish-man's numerical advantage.
Clearer understanding.
"No wonder the development team set the activity of 'Feast of the Crazy Fish' to last for one month. There are so many fishmen that everyone would have to break their wrists to slaughter them."
Mrs. Cowboy felt dizzy and simply gave up observing. She threw the telescope to the "black sheep" beside her, who immediately took over the battlefield observation work of the "eldest sister", while Mrs. Judy herself was greeted by a group of younger brothers.
Returned to the cabin.
She originally joined the Silver Moon Group, but later formed a guild of her own called the "American Iai Heritage Association" after her husband also entered the game.
She considers herself the president and through her husband's relationship, she has attracted the newbies who joined the game with him. Because of her daughter's relationship, this small guild has received financial support from the Silver Moon Group and has developed quite well.
Similar small guilds have blossomed everywhere in the current player group. After all, the larger the guild system in this real world, the more energy it needs to spend on management. Even the pride of the expansion has stopped.
Recruit new members.
Chen Long and his twelve zodiac signs have reached the limit of being able to lead a hundred people each, and they really don't have any more energy to recruit new recruits.
After all, they are players, and they are here to enjoy the fun of the game, not just social animals who come to another world to do guild management work.
However, small guilds also have their own way of survival. Just like the "American Iai Heritage Association" is backed by the Silver Moon Group, other small guilds basically have the shadow of several old guilds behind them. It is worth mentioning that "Hymn of Loyalty"
"It is the group with the largest number of support guilds.
But Lady Judy's small guild is very famous among the current newbie groups, not because of their strong combat effectiveness, but mainly because the members of this guild are very unique.
In addition to the three old names of the black sheep, the blind eagle and the broken-backed dog, there are also the scapegoat, the exhausted ox, the paddling fish, the chicken that scares the monkeys, the shrunken turtle, and the outstanding one.
Birds, rice buckets, drums retreating, grass on the wall, and a series of cute new members with unified IDs.
Just from these unique names, you can guess that Dame Judy's guild is full of "talents".
Of course, you have already entered the game and there is no need to shirk responsibility. Therefore, although everyone has weird names, their actual combat effectiveness is not bad. In the just-concluded Murloc Lair War, the guild team points of the "American Iai Heritage Association"
Already reached the top 30 in the standings.
For a newly formed guild that has only been established for half a month, this combat capability is already quite impressive. Of course, such an impressive record is not only because the guild members are very powerful, but also because their guild has a "bard"
Big Daddy".
"boom"
The wild young cowgirl pushed open the door and saw her husband changing into leather armor and weapons for war. In his hand was a series of musical instruments from flutes to lyres, packed in an exquisite musical instrument box.
stand up.
This thing is the combat equipment of "Potato Daddy".
Although this musician has only been in the game for a short time, he has already established his own reputation, putting great pressure on Lumina, the former "player's number one bard". I can only say that a professional is worthy of being a professional, Tudou
Dad is only a black iron warrior now, but his original series of popular and easy-to-learn battle music has become a "textbook" that new bards must learn.
From this point of view alone, it is really only a matter of time before Lumina, the "veteran strong" who does not seek advancement, is overthrown.
"Are you ready? Private Potato Daddy! Our guild drew the vanguard by drawing lots before, and we are about to parachute to the ground to fight the fishmen."
Mrs. Judy, who has become more and more arrogant since entering the game, stepped forward like a female gangster and slammed her husband against the bulkhead. She said:
"Don't hold me back then, you weak man. You were like a thin dog last night. Can you really defeat those ferocious fish-men?"
"That's enough!"
The haggard-looking Potato Daddy rubbed his brows and said:
"I think this game is making you more and more presumptuous, Judy. The excessive demands every day are making my back hurt. Please be obedient, we are all middle-aged."
"whispering sound."
Mrs. Judy curled her lips and reached out to help her husband lift the instrument case. She said:
"But I also plan to give birth to a younger brother or younger sister for our little potato."
"Ah? Are you serious?"
When Dad Potato heard this, his back suddenly hurt, and he whispered:
"Didn't you agree before that you don't want it?"
"My daughter wants it, and I've figured it out. Can you take care of it? Just fulfill your responsibilities."
Mrs. Judy rolled her eyes charmingly and said:
"After the battle, the time is almost over. Remember to pay the public rations on time."
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Daddy Potato pushed up his crystal glasses and felt a sudden pain in his balls.
When he walked out of the room, he saw several brothers who were five or six years younger than him waiting for him to set off. The broken-backed dog stepped forward and patted Potato Daddy on the shoulder with a gesture that "every man understands".
The blind eagle next to him secretly slipped a note to Daddy Potato.
Above is a set of Chinese medicine prescriptions.
"Trust me, just eat and that's it. It'll be no problem."
The blind eagle whispered to Daddy Potato:
"This is a secret recipe passed down to me by an old man in my family. If I didn't see how pitiful you are, boss, I wouldn't share it."
Daddy Potato originally wanted to refuse forcefully, thinking that he was in his prime and didn't need these gadgets at all, but his aching waist obviously didn't agree with his idea, and his sneaky fingers also acted without permission, helping him quietly accept it.
note.
He glanced at his wife who was in front directing the boys to prepare for battle.
He hasn't seen his wife so high-spirited for a long time since his daughter fell ill.
In fact, Daddy Potato knew exactly why his wife suddenly said she wanted another one.
It was probably his well-behaved daughter who persuaded her mother. Little Tudou was also preparing for the rest of his family's life after he left. When he thought of this, Dad Tudou felt a surge of emotion. He took off his glasses and wiped his eyes, thinking in his heart
I feel deeply that my daughter is indeed the cutest and most well-behaved girl in the world.
Oh, that damn disease!
but
While following his guild members to land on the ground, Potato Daddy, who was carrying a music box and holding a lute in his hand, ready to play, suddenly remembered the hint given to him by the girl named "Mengha" before.
He looked at the ugly murlocs below who were roaring in the mud. It was precisely because of these evil things that the world became perilous!
If there is a one percent chance that his precious daughter will live here in another way in the future, then as a father, he has enough responsibility to help her make this unstable world a better place.
Get rid of all these pests!
Only then can Xiaotuo live the happy life she deserves in a beautiful world
When he thought of this, Daddy Potato felt that his whole body was full of strength.
The feeling of protection in my heart followed my fingers and plucked the strings of the lute, and the prelude of the battle music "Transcians Are Fighting" that I had not completed yet sounded in the air.
Everywhere, all the players have various glimmers of light floating around.
"Holy shit! Boss Potato broke out today. Look at these thirteen states. I feel the power is surging. Brothers, I feel like I can kill these bastard murlocs by myself! Kill them! Brothers.
For the sake of mounts and equipment, kill!"
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"Good news! Marshal, reinforcements have landed on the rear coast! Just three hours ago, they carried out a very good raid and defeated a group of murlocs entrenched on the coast. They are currently advancing towards the battlefield.
And tried to transform the terrain to open the way for rear reinforcements.
Our psionicists have observed that the bad climate is showing signs of improvement, and the vicious offensive launched by the murlocs will soon be crushed."
In the military camp in the hills of the northern peninsula, the unshaven General Soros rushed into Marshal Loren's camp waving a battle report. The dwarf Marshal, who had been trapped in these hills for nearly twenty days, also had a surprised look on his face.
He stood up from the map, took the battle report and glanced at it, then his expression changed drastically.
"Are these Transians coming? Or is Governor Murphy personally leading the team?"
"Not only the Transians, but also the sharks from the Great Reef Province and the elven navy of the Kingdom of Castile are among them."
General Soros suddenly felt happy when he saw the marshal's expression.
But he didn't show it, but said in a serious tone:
"Coupled with the Blood Alliance Knights and Wolfsbane Vanguards who are advancing from land to our battlefield, as well as the mechanized legion formed in Port Chardeau, the siege we are facing at this time will soon reach a strategic turning point.
But our enemies will also catch these changes, let alone the fishmen. I think the jackals may retreat.
That Gehrman Bonegnat is a cunning commander. When things are impossible, he will definitely retreat before facing a desperate situation.
We cannot allow this group of gnolls to retreat so easily. I suggest, Marshal, that we immediately launch a counterattack, bite those filthy gnolls, drag them into the mud, wait for reinforcements to arrive, and annihilate them in one go.
this!"
"That's exactly what I thought, Soros."
When mentioning military affairs, Marshal Loren quickly got rid of the bad mood and agreed in a very professional tone:
"Relying on the tenacious defense of several highlands, the Jackals have turned from a strong attack to a siege in the past few days. Now their formation has dispersed, and it is no longer possible to evacuate quickly in this muddy field.
Although the soldiers suffered heavy injuries, we must show the fighting will of the Plantagenets at this last moment.
But can the cannon still not work?"
"It still doesn't work, Marshal. The bad weather nearby has lasted for so long, causing our gunpowder reserves to be seriously affected by dampness. But even without the support of artillery fire, our soldiers can still fight. Everyone is holding a fire in their hearts."
General Soros replied:
"Little Master Bach has produced a medicine that can help soldiers temporarily resist the damn Chaos Plague. The psionicists are stepping up production. By tomorrow at most, some elites will have the ability to fight head-on."
"Then tomorrow!"
The marshal grabbed his battle ax and said:
"Tomorrow I will personally lead the team and we will fight a beautiful counterattack. Where are Frazier and his soldiers now? Can they still be contacted?"
"The current communication is interrupted by the jackals' magic that interferes with spiritual energy, and the calculation orb cannot maintain smooth flow. However, based on a previous exchange, I confirmed that they should be conducting guerrilla operations in a certain area below our highland. Black
The flame mercenaries have joined forces with Brigadier General Fraser."
General Soros had a rather complicated tone when talking about the "Black Flame Mercenaries", but this was not the time to consider these private matters. He said to Marshal Loren:
"According to the observation of this damn weather during this period, it is unlikely that there will be heavy rain in the evening. If we want to launch a counterattack, then is the most suitable time. I will send scouts to continue to search for the whereabouts of Brigadier General Fraser's team. Once we can
If we contact him before the war begins, we can bring the child and his soldiers back in this battle.
Without their decision-making at the critical moment, we would not have been able to safely retreat to the high ground."
"Yes, a black disaster forged Fraser from a literary young man into a qualified general. The soldiers and officers who can still survive on the highland positions all owe him a favor."
Marshal Loren sighed and said:
"We must find him. I brought him to this battlefield. I must ensure his safety, otherwise the revenge of the black-footed fox will definitely drag us all into hell.
I am eager to use a victory to prove that the Plantagenets can not lose to the Transians when facing the Jackals. My excessive desire for victory has weakened my sensitivity to changes in the situation, and now I have dragged us into this quagmire.
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This is all my fault."
"What does it have to do with you? Marshal."
General Soros shook his head and said:
"The combination of jackals and fishmen was beyond everyone's expectations. We just hit the point of a gun. Even in such a harsh environment, we have persisted until now. Even when attacked from two sides, we did not let the ferocious filthy jackals
Man takes a step over the northern hills.
Don't put these responsibilities on your back that don't belong to you, Marshal.
Now you only need to think about how to lead us to win this battle. This is the last battle of this black disaster. When you gain that glorious victory with your own hands, the Plantagenet people will have their share of pride.
Of course, the Transnian governor will not pass up the opportunity to laugh at us.
But compared to victory, it is just humiliation, and neither you nor we will be afraid of it."
"Yes, mere humiliation is not worth fearing."
Marshal Loren looked at the raindrops outside the tent. This damn weather made him feel like he was in a muddy hell. He looked at the dim sky and said:
"But Murphy and his warriors will bring me more than just humiliation. Soros, the debt of Xiko City will have to be repaid one day. I am not afraid of the result, but before that, I hope they can pay more."
I have some time.
When I help my king complete his great deeds, I will also be smiling."
