Chapter 425 424 It’s time to strengthen the bad neighbors
Chapter 425 424. It’s time to strengthen the bad neighbors
"What did you say? Transia has started a large-scale defense line outside the swamp?"
In the Plague Town of the Filthy Swamp, the gnoll warlock Tear Flesh was very dissatisfied when his thoughts were interrupted by an unexpected incident. However, after hearing the news brought by the skinny gnoll chief Hogg in front of him, Tear Flesh himself was stunned.
Already.
The old and cunning vicious warlock narrowed his eyes, and in his cold gaze, he said to Hogg:
"The stupidity of Vampire Lord Murphy sending jackals and kobold prisoners of war to dig trenches outside the swamp has been under our observation. This cannot be hidden from anyone, but it is just their pitiful resistance to the Black Disaster.
Similar things have happened many times before, but each time their pathetic defenses were of no use in front of the invincible gnoll army.
This is totally unworthy of your surprise, you pathetic, fearful creature! I guess you were scared to death, but didn't the Cripple Claw give you enough skeletons to defend your poor woodland?"
"It's different, sir! It's different this time!"
Hogg, who is "forced to do business", interprets the image of a frightened jackal coward who is frightened by the war in an extremely realistic way.
It let out a mournful cry and shouted at the tearing meat:
"It was just digging trenches before, but now soldiers have been stationed, Lord Tearer! The unlucky boy in my clan saw with his own eyes the terrifying hussars appearing in organic form near the front, and there were more infantrymen of the People's Army.
Being deployed, but that’s not the most important thing!
There are very few humans in Transia, and no matter how good they are, they cannot be a match for the powerful undead under your command.
But it’s not just the Transians who are here this time!
And those guys with gorse as their logo!
Those warmongers who suppressed the Transanians in the past few years. I once took my people to sneak across the border at night to steal meat to eat. I saw with my own eyes how those humans slaughtered their compatriots.
It seems that they also want to choose an area near the swamp to set up camp.
Just over the Under Armor Hills, those Sealanders commanded a terrifying army. My boys couldn't even count how many people they had. They were even larger than the legion under King Kenport.
many.
Lord Shredder, believe me, the situation this time is really different.
If nothing really happened, how dare I come here to disturb your important event?"
"Um?"
Hearing Hogg's wailing, Tear Flesh, who was not paying much attention at first, felt his heart skip a beat. Listening to Hogg's confusing description, could it be that the regular army of the Kingdom of Plantagenet has entered Transia?
Um.
This is indeed a problem.
Compared to Transia, which is in dire straits, the Plantagenet Kingdom, which is growing in strength, is indeed a very difficult opponent in the eyes of the gnoll warlords.
If these guys are really camping near the swamp, then the sacred mission that it and its Plague Clan are performing will inevitably encounter great challenges.
And the time when this incident broke out was wrong.
Flesh Tear is forming a huge army to conquer the territory of the powerful legendary beast deep in the foul swamp. It is almost ready, but if it is attacked from both sides at this time.
"you!"
The gnoll warlock made a decision quickly. It raised its eerie and slender nails as pale as dead skin, pointed at Hogg and said:
"Go and stop them!"
"Ah I?"
Hogg was completely stunned.
This decision was not in the plan of it and Mr. Murphy. Hogg immediately hugged the meat-tearing leg and screamed with snot and tears:
"No! I can't do it! My lord, my weak tribesmen and I cannot be a match for those crazy humans with muskets and cannons. We will be slaughtered by them. The Lord of the Hunt is above!
Mr. Shredded Flesh, I have served you with all my heart during this period, and I have not done anything to regret you at all. You can't just abandon us like this."
"You cowardly fool!"
Hogg's performance was so clumsy that he wanted to give this coward a kick.
No wonder the gnolls in the Dark Mountains look down on the gnolls in other places. How can such a timid creature be worthy of the gift of power from the Lord of Hunting?
However, precisely because Hogg's performance almost perfectly matched the impression they, the Dark Mountain Gnolls, had of the Gnolls from the outside world, Flesh Tear became less and less wary of the Blood Claw chief.
The warlock kicked it away to prevent this guy from soiling his robe, and it scolded in a cold tone:
"Behave decently! I won't let you die. All of your people are not enough to consume the opponent's shells. I will send a few poison warlocks and necromancers to lead a skeleton army.
Go to your woodlands.
You don't need to participate in the war, you just need to provide them with enough information.
Didn’t you brag before that you have been working in the local area for many years and have connections with the gnoll tribes across Transia?”
"Oh, of course I have a lot of eyeliners, Lord Shredder."
After hearing that he did not have to be cannon fodder, Hogg immediately felt relieved. He showed a cunning smile and rubbed his paws in a flattering manner and said to Master Flesh Tearer:
"I have figured out where the Plantagenets are. I can quickly travel through my forest and catch them by surprise in just two days. The strong men under your command can even cross the border to East Prussia.
Directly attack the base camp of the Zealanders there. I heard that many people died there because of the war!
There are cemeteries everywhere!
Countless war dead are buried inside.
Sir, isn’t this the ‘source of troops’ you need most?”
"I really need enough excellent material."
Tearing Flesh glanced at Hogg, who was trying to please him, and said with a sneer:
"But I don't need to make enemies now and I have no plans to expand the war. Please give me peace of mind! Just defend the enemy in your forest, entangle the humans who have established a defense line, and buy the last bit of time for our actions."
"Oh, okay, okay."
Hogg quickly lowered his head.
It seemed that it didn't dare to look into the cold eyes of the Flesh-Tearer, but the moment Chief Bloodclaw lowered his head, a hint of fierceness flashed in its cunning eyes.
Huh, it's not up to you to decide whether you want to expand the war when you're operating on my territory, Mr. Flesh-Tearer.
Mr. Murphy now really needs the neighbors of Transia to realize that the threat of the Black Disaster is around them, so I'm sorry. I hope the "accidental" deaths of these plague warlocks and necromancer warlocks can bring you some discomfort.
necessary pressure.
Ha, let’s make the situation chaotic!
The more chaotic the situation becomes, the more important the role of the Bloodclaw clan will be in the eyes of both parties, so that it and its clansmen can continue to hold a favorable position.
They just want to live and live a more prosperous life. What's wrong with them?——
"Marshal Loren wants to push Transia to the front line of the war. The most perfect situation he expects is that the Kingdom of Plantagenet will never be defeated until the last drop of blood is shed in Transia.
I must admit that his plan is perfect, but I do not intend to let him hide quietly behind us and build a steel defense line."
High in the sky at night, Murphy spread his wings and flew forward at high speed in the air. Maxim flew beside him, listening to his master's unique views on this war.
The vampire lord would never hide his thoughts in front of his loyal subordinates. He said to Maxim:
"Hogg is carrying out a secret operation. If it performs well enough, then perhaps a skeleton army of gnolls from the Pestilence Clan will cross the border of Transia and enter East Prussia soon.
A lot of people are going to die, Mark.
Many people will be forced to undergo the test of war because of this action planned by me, and they should not have to suffer this."
"If their deaths can make the arrogant short-man marshal realize his stupidity and arrogance, and thus put all preparations into war in a true sense, then these deaths will be meaningful."
Maxim responded in a deep voice:
"Master Murphy, there is absolutely no need for you to bear the burden of your soul because of these actions. If Transia cannot resist the invasion of jackals, the people of East Prussia will also die.
I don't think Loren will extend his so-called 'perfect defense line' to the entire East Prussian border. Those who cannot be protected are destined to become victims of this war.
You are simply speeding up the process and bringing it to a perfect outcome, which in a military sense will be a necessary victory.
It's a pity that the Crimean fortress group tightly blocks the road from the filthy swamp to the Kavhoka Great Plains. Otherwise, we can repeat such tactics on the Yankee territory to make the young wolf girl realize that there is something wrong.
The importance is higher than her machinations.
I recently gained some new insights when studying history with Professor Malcolm. I realized that behind the successful alliances between various forces in the past history, there was terrible pressure from a third party.
The greater the external pressure, the stronger the internal covenant will be.
In the words of our warriors, adding intensity to the bad neighbors will help them understand the pressure we are facing at this time. The short man marshal will be slapped hard in the face, and there is no doubt that
He is more awake."
Maxim's answer contained strong comfort, which made Murphy laugh.
The vampire lord enjoyed the relaxation of flying freely under the night sky. He raised his head to look at the crescent moon hanging high in the sky and then lowered his head to look at the quiet and beautiful land wrapped in silver yarn. He said:
"No, Mark, I'm not saying this to let you comfort me. I'm not weak to that point yet. I just want to tell you that since I decided to implement such pressure tactics, then we have to rationalize this sacrifice and
Maximize utility.
I intend for my warriors to play the role of 'saviors' in this conflict.
Especially those newcomers who have only been in Transia for a short time and cannot yet understand the cruel conflicts on this land. The construction speed of Stromgarde is satisfactory, but a city must not only have houses but also people!
A group of survivors who are threatened by the 'disaster of the undead' have always been more receptive to the teachings of the Holy Light.
When they recite the name of the Holy Light in unison, the projection of the power that symbolizes all good things in the subspace will only become more violent.
And if things continue to develop like this, one day.
Yes!
One day, we will create a god with our own hands!
This is the professional advice Tris gave me in terms of faith. I can only say that in terms of the cold-bloodedness of vampires, Tris is a hundred times better than me.
The number of casualties she set for this disaster was in the tens of thousands, but for a governor who was desperately short of manpower, this was too wasteful."
Murphy shook his head, looked in the direction of East Prussia, and said:
"Before the main force of the People's Army rushes to the swamp defense line, Mark, I want you to conduct an assessment on the discipline and execution of your soldiers. I want you to also join in the 'rescue and support' operation that will be carried out in the next few days.
Act with the warriors of the Riptide Knights who call themselves the 'Paladin'.
This will be a rescue operation full of humanitarian brilliance, so perfect that Loren can't even say a harsh word and instead wants to thank us."
"I never doubted your plans, Master, but I did doubt something else."
Maxim whispered:
"If those gnoll warlocks enter East Prussia from Hog's territory, will this cause the Bloodclaw clan you have carefully cultivated to disappear in the revenge of the narrow-minded Shortman Marshal?
Judging from our current news channels, the role Hogg and his tribe can play in our attack on the Filthy Swamp is at least astonishing.
Adele already regards Hogg as the trump card of the Shadow Intelligence Agency.
She may not allow you to lose the scouts we have cultivated so easily."
"No, it won't."
Murphy recalled the conversation with Colonel Fraser early this morning. He said firmly:
"As long as Loren still has some sense, he will not launch revenge against poor Hogg. Hogg's role is not limited to this war. When facing a larger and more terrifying threat, even the Jackal can
Become an assistant to the civilized world.
dusk
I may have to thank them for fanning the flames everywhere in order to prevent chaos in the world. The existence of such an enemy of civilization is enough for us to unite most of the people who are not willing to close their eyes and wait for death.
But your concerns are also valid.
Hogg may have to find a way out for his Bloodclaw clan.
After all, once the Black Disaster strikes, the Smuggler's Woodland, which has neither strategic depth nor the ability to raise many warriors, cannot protect it and its people.
I saw that the flood was ahead, and everyone who faced it was unable to survive alone. In this war that would surely determine the fate of the continent, everyone was making final preparations.
Even a humble being like Hogg who came from a rough background has chosen his own side. This is a world war! All previous speculations about the fifth black disaster are wrong, Mark."
Murphy's voice deepened and he said:
“The scale of this black disaster is absolutely staggering!
I can be sure of this. No force can survive this black disaster. What’s even more terrifying is that this black disaster, which is very likely to destroy the civilization of the entire continent, may even be just a light blow before a bigger storm is brewing.
wind.
Ah, now I can understand the warning old Finnock once gave me.
The old guy must have been so desperate and helpless after seeing all this. He felt that we might not be able to rise from the ashes, but I have a different view on this."
"We will definitely win!"
Maxim flapped his wings in the air and said in a deep voice:
"Nothing can stop your great achievements, I firmly believe that."
"Having confidence is a good thing at any time, but confidence also requires enough strength and knowledge as backup support. Therefore, Mark, I am going to give you a new task."
Murphy took out a computing orb with unlocked authority from his arms and handed it to Maxim. He said:
"From now on, you will be able to freely enter the warriors' 'foreign tavern' like Tris and I. Because the war is approaching, those guys have moved many military writings and war cases from their world to the forum. Those
It is information and experience that you must study seriously.
I know you've been learning from me, Mark, and I love it, but now you must learn from those greater, foreign, shining stars!
You, Femis and Miriam will all undergo the test of this foreign knowledge. I believe this will definitely accelerate your growth.
Of course, you have to maintain your disguise, so I am going to give you an additional lesson. The subject of ‘NPC Performing Arts’ will be taught by me myself.
The new identities of the three of you will be new employees of the ‘test team’.”
"I can probably understand what you mean."
Maxim frowned and replaced his original calculation orb. He looked at Murphy and said:
"You mean to let me, the eldest lady, and Miriam pretend to be people from 'their' side, just like the warriors of the Torrent Knights have been working hard to pretend to be people from our side.
With all due respect, I don't think this is necessary.
Especially in this moment of race against time, after all, there is no unique war like the Black Disaster on their side."
"You're so arrogant, Mark."
Murphy sighed, shook his head and said:
"Let me ask you a question, how many countries do you think Transia can fight against with its own strength?"
Maxim blinked.
There is no way to answer this question at all. The current Transia, let alone the alliance of countries, cannot afford to offend either the Plantagenet Kingdom or Nordtov.
The vampire lord shrugged and said to Maxim:
"There is a country over there. It is the hometown of the warriors. When they were just as poor as we were when they founded the country, they single-handedly fought against the seventeen-nation coalition and defeated them.
mark!
Compared with them, the war happening here is like children playing house!
Be humble, read those war histories and you will find the source of my confidence, because the descendants of those warriors are fighting alongside us!
I believe they can create the same miracles as their ancestors.
Mark, we have to win, we have to fight this battle, and if we don’t fight, our descendants will have to bear all this.”
"Well, Master, I admit that your words are very contagious, but we are vampires and we cannot have descendants."
"Shut up! You can watch it if you want. Where do you come from so many dirty words?"
