Chapter 429 428 Open the eyes of Mr. Xilan! Let them
Chapter 429 428. Open the eyes of the Sealand gentlemen! Let them see how the Transians fight!
On the way here, Taipa had already learned from Colonel Fraser's message that the pioneer soldiers stationed here might have suffered heavy losses. However, after receiving reports from the student parties who arrived at the battlefield first, Taipa
Only then did I realize the seriousness of the problem.
It's only been 2 hours since the battle began, right?
How come four-fifths of the soldiers were lost?
Even though most of the soldiers stationed there were new recruits, it was unimaginable to Taipal that the casualty rate could be so high. What shocked the novice village chief even more was the fighting will of those soldiers.
"They are not players. They only have one life, but they can still continue to fight under such a battle loss rate. It feels a bit strange for the pioneering army."
While the horse was galloping, Taipal summarized the current information and said in secret to his colleague Uncle Fording:
"If this is the enemy that the Confederation of Persia faced in the Ten Years' War, then I can understand why Transia, with its tough folk customs, ended up defeated. Thinking about how we will fight against such an opponent in the future, I can understand
My head hurts even more."
"Don't be afraid, this is definitely not normal."
After all, Uncle Fording is old and behaves very steadily.
He responded with the air of a general:
"I guess it's not that they don't want to run but that they can't break out. The jackals are driving the skeleton army to surround them. No matter where they run, they will only end up being captured. In addition, the pioneering army has strict military discipline and they are
The last guards of Banks City, if they run away, the city will be doomed.
It is not surprising that these three layers of superposition resulted in such a brutal blocking battle, but this loss is indeed terrible. Do these Sealanders fight with their feet?
We also dealt with the Skeleton Army in Smuggler's Grove, and the losses were not as heavy as this."
"We have intelligence support, and we know how to deal with these undead, but this is the first time for the Sealanders to see this kind of battle. It is understandable that they hurriedly used the wrong fighting method, resulting in a large number of casualties."
Taipal lay on the horse's back and let his body move up and down with the gallop of the horse. He said:
"However, such a fighting will should not be underestimated. I have entrusted the warriors of the Blood Eagle Clan to help us locate the location of the undead summoners. They will also help us slow down the speed of those guys summoning the undead, allowing us to join in with the power of thunder.
battlefield.
This is the first large-scale battle of the Riptide Knights, old Fording, you must behave decently."
"Hey, as an administrative professional, you should stop pretending to be a general and lead your first regiment to support our charge on the flanks."
Uncle Fording said rather disdainfully:
"Think about your poor guards. They are already tired from guarding you. Don't increase their workload any more."
"You are slandering me. I have obviously been working hard to practice riding and impact tactics!"
Taipal retorted weakly:
"Although I am an administrator, as a warrior of the Holy Light, I never lack courage."
"Hey! Taipal, don't rush so fast!"
The voice of Miss Pinkie, who served as a cavalry instructor and shock array commander, interrupted Tapal's rebuttal. She scolded:
"You have the worst riding skills among this group of knights. Didn't you just say that? You have to be the last group to rush into the battlefield, lest others worry about your safety. Forget it, come over to my side, and
Liwen will serve as a battlefield observer and report the situation to me in a timely manner."
"Hahaha!"
Uncle Fording's unscrupulous laughter made Tapal's hand holding the horse's reins tremble.
He wanted to yell at Miss Pinkie that he had obviously mastered the charging technique, but when he thought of the other party as a woman, he, a grown man, couldn't get angry with her, even though this "delicate woman" could
The punch opened his head, but there is still a lesson in manly manners.
So, Taipal slowed down with a stinky face and joined up with Knight Liwen again.
At this time, the half-dragon knight had already activated some of the abilities given to her by her gods. Her eyes, like green snake eyes, shone brightly in the dark night, bringing a gentle breeze that enveloped the entire queue of knights who were rapidly moving forward.
There is a layer of fog of war that can isolate psychic detection, and effectively reduce the noise caused by the galloping war horses.
Callum's dragonborn often has a variety of strange abilities, but Ms. Liwen is only a half-dragonborn, which makes the power she inherited from the astral dragon incomplete, and currently seems to be more auxiliary.
But that doesn't matter.
Although Liwen usually plays a very low-key role as Miss Peach's bodyguard, her personal fighting ability is not inferior to that of Peach, and is even slightly higher. She only pretends to be weak in order to take care of her best friend's mood.
"There are still ten minutes left until the battle site. Everyone is doing final inspections!"
Knight Liwen's cold voice reached every knight's ears clearly in the wind, making the little players who were already gearing up even more restless.
Although on the surface the expressions of these guys under the helmets are extremely serious, in fact during the communication within the team framework, these guys almost shout out their most exciting desires.
Due to the time lag in entering the game, they almost missed several "Foundation Wars" in Transia. This is the most regretful thing for these guys. But now, as the Black Disaster approaches, conflicts are unfolding one after another.
They stood in front of the stage so that the warlike blood of these warriors could finally be shed on this destined land.
They are players too.
They also have all the "virtues" possessed by veteran players, and because their characteristics as role-playing players give them more behavioral patterns that are different from ordinary players.
They value collective and individual honors more than veteran players. Although Stromgarde's "Honorary List" is still bare, everyone from Typar to Uncle Fording to the team has no doubt that in the future,
In the near future, the walls recording glorious events will be filled with legends created by their own hands.
This game doesn't have any dungeon first kills or faction confrontations, but it does have some more attractive qualities.
Let all those involved no longer look at everything in front of them from the perspective of outsiders and third parties, but roughly put the reins of controlling the future into their hands, allowing them to participate in the shaping and promotion of a real future.
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Construction and destruction are always the two things that give people the most sense of accomplishment.
And now the Riptide Knights will enjoy these two completely different senses of achievement at the same time. I ask, how can this not make people feel excited?
As the galloping horses crossed the last hill before entering the battlefield, and when the neighing horses finally stepped onto the ground close to the battlefield, the most forward player knights saw the chaotic land set against the burning flames in the distance. Several buildings
The still-burning sentry tower was like a torch in the dark night, guiding them in the direction of progress.
The closer they get there, the more they can feel the deep-seated opposition contained in this war, the chaos represented by the jackals and the precarious order that is being upheld.
And the bodies lying dead on the roadside.
These people who escaped from the destroyed villages failed to escape the relentless pursuit of the undead. Just from their twisted postures before death, you can see how desperate they were at that time.
"If we come faster."
This special emotion of regret echoes in the hearts of Tapal and every Riptide Rider.
As they got closer to the battlefield, they could clearly see the walking corpses that had just been resurrected by the gnoll warlocks, those miserable innocents, those men, women, and children, and those desecrated deaths, which quickly turned this regret into anger.
It was like throwing a spark into a furnace that was already full of firewood.
"kill!"
Uncle Fording at the front roared and thrust his lance forward. The kinetic energy accumulated by the galloping horse allowed this strike to fly away the ugly ghoul blocking the front like an earth-shattering blow.
Using him as the charging arrow, the following knights were like knives cutting into bread, quickly tearing open a passage to the location of the Gnoll Warlock where the zombies gathered.
Unfortunately, they are not winged cavalry with endless impact.
Facing the sea of undead that had gathered at this time, the impact of the first group of knights was quickly exhausted and was delayed by the undead in front, but it didn't matter. Uncle Fording's roar caused the first group of knights to spread out to the two wings.
, followed closely by Miss Pinkie and her family knights, who have already come forward.
This is the charge tactic developed by Knight Valander himself for the Knights of Torrent.
They can use this alternating wave charge to achieve the same effect as the shock tactics of the Hussars. The only problem is that executing such precise tactics on a chaotic battlefield requires a lot of time to practice, and it also requires the cooperation of the knights.
Maintain a "tune-in" state at all times to ensure that the ladder charge can be executed smoothly without fine-tuning the command.
This is difficult for ordinary cavalry, but very easy for players.
They are assisted by a team framework, so that each team of knights can receive orders from the commander at any time and execute them.
This scene was also seen by the vampires of the student party hovering high in the sky. Ah Yu exclaimed:
"Although this is not as shocking as the fearless charge of the Hussars, these RP gangs can do it! Look at their cooperation like a gear set that has been running, so smooth."
"I'm so embarrassed at this time! Go down quickly and guide them in the direction of the attack. We must kill those jackal warlocks hiding among the undead as quickly as possible."
The Meow Shark next to him shouted, picked up his halberd and flew down towards the target area that had been surveyed for a long time. Ayuan who was following behind him took out a signal gun made by Brother Zhongzhong and shot it into the air.
One shot.
The crimson fireworks exploded into the sky, just like the most perfect lighthouse guiding the way forward for the torrent knights entering the battlefield.
And as the fireworks exploded in the sky and shone on the ground with scarlet light, the gnoll warlock Plague Fang, who was hiding behind the Sea of the Undead and commanding the battlefield, suddenly raised his head.
The red fireworks in the sky and the killing of several vampires all represent that the situation has advanced to the point it least wants to see.
The raid failed!
The vampires of Transia were aware of their existence and cooperated with the soldiers of the Plantagenet Kingdom to kill them.
Ah, damn it!
Plague Fang raised the bone staff in his hand angrily.
Under its silent command, the ominous death crows flew out of the shadows and cooperated with the skeletal carrion birds to attack the vampires in the sky.
However, players are the best at summing up experience. After the last time the Big Birds in Xiko City were almost wiped out by carrion birds, countermeasures against this kind of air defense force have already been developed.
Ah Yuan pulled out something from his waist and threw it out, then covered his eyes in the air.
The same goes for other vampires. A few seconds later, a dazzling flash of light bloomed in the night. The "sun bomb" obtained from the psionic master Heru detonated in the air and burned the undead birds like bald chickens.
smashed to the ground.
The sudden burst of solar energy also brought a burning sensation to the vampires, but without aerial obstruction, their death airdrops could exert their most lethal threat.
Almost in the blink of an eye, when Plaguefang recovered from the blindness caused by the "flash bomb", the position next to it was already filled with streams of sharp blades and dark lightning thrown by the vampire psionicist.
"Ah! I was shot and I'm bleeding."
Lord Plaguefang's "mouth substitute" jackal was screaming and wailing beside him.
This unlucky guy had his claws chopped off with a knife and was bitten on the tail by the hyena released by Meow Shark, which made him jump up and down in pain.
However, this group of Warlocks from the Plague Clan are all elite, and they will not be easily panicked by a few vampires' surprise attack.
Unfortunately, this group of attacks was not limited to vampires and the Riptide Knights who were charging towards us.
"Run! Run quickly! Our army is defeated! The vampire killer is going to kill us."
Hogra screamed in a long voice, and the damn "Declaration of Defeatism" sounded at an inappropriate time, exaggerating a certain kind of fear in this chaotic environment.
This damn crotch pulling reaction made Plague Fang, who was already preparing to summon meteorites to counterattack, very dissatisfied.
It turned its head and glared at Hogg fiercely, trying to calm down the good-for-nothing bitch, but in response to its silent scolding, it was the sudden light of two vicious knives that lit up.
"puff"
Such a close assassination attack gave Plague Fang no time to react, and he felt severe pain all over his body.
Thanks to his "friendship" with Cripple, Hogg had enough raw materials and opportunities to "add materials" to the jackal-style bone saw blade in his hand. This weapon with a malicious glimmer was inserted by Hogg at this time.
The gnoll warlock's chest was struck, and another eagle's claw knife coated with witch hunter hunting sword oil circled around Plaguefang's neck with great viciousness, cutting most of its already injured vocal cords and throat.
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But more than the physical pain, what frightened Fangya more was the shock at the spiritual level!
It covered its slit throat and made a coughing sound, and poisonous blood overflowed from the cracks in its claws.
That's life passing by.
In the chaotic background of the earth shaking, Plague Fang staggered back and looked at the still thin and disabled bitch in front of him with an incomprehensible look, but Hogg's face at this time should have been filled with flattery and fear.
Filled with a joy that Plague Tooth cannot understand?
"Don't look at me like that."
Hogg did not pursue him.
It is always very aware of its own strength. It has completed all the tasks ordered by Master Murphy, and even worked extra "overtime" for itself.
While retreating into the shadows in the chaos, it high-fived the passing cars like old friends under Plague Tooth's gaze.
Before disappearing in front of Plague Fang, Hogg waved his paw goodbye to it in a very "friendly" manner.
Chief Bloodclaw said to it:
"You are twice as tall as I am, but not half as smart as I am! I took off one of my flesh-tearing arms without any effort. I will continue until everything you have but don't deserve is gone."
Take it in your hand.
Dear Warlock, you could kill me with one claw, but unfortunately my story will continue and your life will end here.
You hate me, I feel it.
Ha, go complain to the Lord of the Hunt! If it really will punish me.
Tear the Flesh is right, our race really needs more advanced wisdom, but this has nothing to do with you.
goodbye
No, farewell!"
"Buzz"
At the same time that Hogg disappeared into the envelope of shadows, the flying spear struck at the foot of Plague Fang with a momentum that shattered mountains and cracked rocks.
The lightning spell attached to the spearhead was stimulated into dazzling flying paralyzing lightning, pulling all the surrounding living people into it. As the horse neighed and galloped, Miss Pinkie, who was holding a lance, used her signature
A blue cloak appears under the chaotic night.
She saw the distinctive plague tooth, and she guessed that this guy should be the leader of tonight's shameless attack.
Her eyes were filled with excitement and murderous intent.
My brave grandpa and beautiful grandma are here. The legendary story of your most adorable little granddaughter will begin with this jackal warlock who will inevitably die under my gun.
Hey, it was indeed a good idea to join the Transian army following Grandpa's suggestion.
Weak Fraser, open your eyes and take a good look!
Who wins this great victory tonight!
"boom"
The terrifying impact force exerted by the lance was like the swing of a terrifying fist. The moment Miss Pinkie galloped over, Plague Tooth's head exploded like a watermelon.
This elite gnoll warlock was unable to release even a single fatal spell until his death.
But in fact, before its head exploded, the poison left on the blade by Hogg and prepared by Lady Adele under the guidance of Grand Duke Trish had already killed most of its life.
However, this does not change Pinkie's "knightly" behavior that ultimately snatched the head.
This scene made the group of players following Pinkie extremely disappointed.
Hey, this jackal looks like a mini-boss at first glance. Unexpectedly, he was killed first by an NPC, so this is definitely a plot kill, right?
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