Chapter 585 584 The crazy battle between death and glory is 'Don't eat fish'
Chapter 585 584. The mad battle between death and glory - additional updates for the brothers "Little Rag who doesn't eat fish" [2630]
"Well, you Meow Meow King, you dare to say that this governor is trying to put money on his face. You are really too arrogant. Your Black Hand clan is too arrogant. You really think you have the luck bestowed by Avalon."
Can you avoid the fate of the Black Hand with this technique?"
At the frontline headquarters at Black Flame Pass, Murphy gritted his teeth and looked at the chat logs that quickly refreshed the screen on the forum.
He found out that this Mew Miao brother really wanted to die. He probably felt that he was stronger, and with the current version of the invincible legendary battle ax in his hand, he could do whatever he wanted. Very good, let's continue like this, maintain his pride and
Courage, if you can find anything good in the black disaster, I will write my and Tris's names upside down!
What a hell.
The Governor was extremely angry, but the group of "supporters" who were summoned around him were beaming with joy.
Especially Miss Pinkie Pie, who is always full of energy.
When she saw all the powerful people in Transia being summoned, she knew that she had been accepted by this large group. She felt that she had solved the "prestige problem" with her absolute strength, but she had no idea that Murphy had joined her.
The supporter team is purely because this idiot Xiao Taozi's popularity among the player group is really scary.
The fact that she, a non-Transcian, can compete on a par with the veteran "National Wife" E-Mei in the "Beauty NPC" voted by players already speaks volumes.
This is probably because the character of this classic blond violent idiot knight reminds players of the Quilt King.
Therefore, Murphy simply put on a show and made a complete set. He really equipped Little Peach Pinkie with a cloak that was exactly the same as the Quilt King's combat cloak. As for the armor, there was no need to prepare it.
The combat armor produced by the Sivir family is well-known in the mainland, and it is much better than the armor produced by the two sword blacksmiths in Transia.
There are supporters like Pinkie Pie who are willing to fight, but naturally there are also people who are not very willing to participate in this matter.
For example, Andre's loyal servant Vesta was constantly urging his Highness not to take personal risks. Although the Earl of White Mountain also worked hard to gain popularity, his own family knew his own affairs.
Andre's combat effectiveness is indeed not outstanding among the people gathered here. The "support score and list" formulated by Tris has fully demonstrated the problem.
"Everyone, everyone! Listen to me."
Murphy made a careful note of Brother Mingmiao in his little notebook, then turned around and pressed down with his hands to quiet the supporters in the headquarters.
He said loudly:
"I did not organize this death match for my personal preferences and interests. Lord Heather fully supported me not because the soldiers on the battlefield liked to watch the fun. This matter also has real strategic significance.
The Jackals arrived earlier than Lord Heather expected, and the last batch of support from the Blood Alliance Knights has just set off, including artillery, ammunition and other supplies for the Shadow Valley position.
It will take them a while to get here.
And the construction of the last section of our Maginot Line has just begun. The minimum time given by the Masonic Brotherhood is 30 days to complete the construction of the main body of the defense line, not to mention that the war support from the Plantagenet Kingdom and Nordtov is still far away.
Not yet in place, the old, weak, women and children in the Dark Valley have not yet begun to move, and it will take time for the defense line there to be complete.
All this means we need time!
Although Black Flame Pass seems impenetrable, we still have to create some time for the final integration of this front. In addition, this operation can effectively demonstrate the bravery and unyieldingness of the Transians, giving us an image of absolute superiority.
Step onto the mainland stage.
I think you also discovered it at the Black Flame Pass. Although we Transians call ourselves brave people, the experience of being defeated by the Black Flame four times in a row has made many people on the mainland think that we are weak. This is a stupid idea.
!
It must be severely corrected by a brilliant victory.
And our warriors also need training, and they need to truly understand the threat of the Black Disaster.
In short, I hope that once you are assigned to support, you will try your best to help my warriors hold on to the defense zone.
Of course, I also hope that you can realize that this death match is also necessary to improve your personal reputation, especially some of us.
I won't mention names.
But I believe you can understand what earning a good name in such a war means to those who follow you behind you."
Murphy's eyes lingered on Captain Bloody and his first mate for a moment. Of course, these two guys knew that Murphy's last words were meant for them.
Although 200 years have passed since the "Blood Fear Doomsday", not everyone has forgotten what their ancestors did on the mainland back then.
If they plan to return to their ancestral land near Ice Bay, it will be difficult for them to move there without the support of a high reputation, and all the Western Sabarians will treat them as enemies.
Reputation.
Captain Pablo never thought that he, a pirate who traversed the sea, would one day need to use his reputation to support himself. This damn thing is really fickle.
Also among the crowd, who was just as thoughtful as he was, was Count Andrei.
Although the Earl of White Mountain is young, he does not lack a sense of the overall situation. He knows that if his White Mountain faction wants to rise quickly and gain more say in the Thorn Clan and more vampire followers, this battle must be fought and must be fought.
of beautiful.
The most important thing is that through the performance of this battle, I want to let my sister who is above the throne see his growth and changes, and truly give equal trust to me. At least, I must not let her always treat her children with the same attitude.
Way to treat yourself.
"Your Majesty the Governor!"
Just as everyone was whispering, the blond beauty knight raised her hand and shouted:
"I don't want to be a supporter. I want to stay on that position with your warriors. From the first second of the battle to the end of the battle, I feel that only in this way can I truly discover the knight I am missing in the fierce battle.
heart of.
This is what my grandfather told me. He said that I lacked a will when I wielded the sword."
"no!"
Murphy and Kudel stopped him at the same time.
Pinkie's identity is a bit special, but she is completely unaware of it.
Although she was temporarily appointed to the rank of Knight Major of the Plantagenet Vanguard in several letters sent by Marshal Loren, Murphy knew that it was because of the relationship between the Sivir family and Pinkie's replacement status.
This idiot knight has no regard for her camp and identity. You, a native Plantagenet with a well-established talent, came to Transia and said nothing, and now you have to hold the flag of Transia to fight against the gnolls.
If this matter reaches the national parliament, your whole family will be implicated.
Kudel's idea is even simpler.
He died at the Black Flame Pass back then, and he really didn't want his granddaughter to suffer the same fate as himself.
But everyone knows Bi Qi's character. Since she made this request, it means that she has made up her mind. Liwen next to her helplessly covered her eyes, and she could not persuade her best friend to put down her bellicose attitude.
But as a dog planner, Mr. Murphy always has a way.
He rolled his eyes, coughed a few times, and said:
"Although I cannot allow you to guard the bloody battle flag, I can arrange another task for you. You have the status of a reserve grand knight of the Torrent Knights, don't you?
I can allow you to hold the battle flag of the Torrent Knights in this capacity, go to the position to collect trophies after each rotation, and help us guard the hunts of those warriors in the trophy storage area assigned to us at the Black Flame Pass.
It will be given to the winner as a reward at the end of the game.
You know, Pinkie Pie, this is a very important part.
You have been in contact with my warriors for a long time. You know how much they value trophies. They will only leave this matter to the most trusted people, so I entrust you with this matter on behalf of Tran.
West Asians trust you!
It's an absolute chore!
It means you have to travel back and forth between the Death Arena and the Black Flame Pass, but I believe you can complete the job."
"Ah? I think you are lying to me, just like an old man lying to a child."
Bi Qi put her hands on her hips, shook her hair, and said:
"But what you said makes sense. I can shoulder the responsibility of temporary quartermaster, but if I mean, if I am attacked by jackals while counting the loot."
"Then you can express yourself freely."
Murphy shrugged and said:
"The premise is that you must protect your own safety. I don't want to see your grandfather carrying Griffin to fight for me. He really cares about you and loves you.
I will ask my craftsmen to make a beautiful golden battle flag for you. If necessary, I can embroider the family crest of the Sivir family on it, so that your heroic appearance on the battlefield can be passed down home.
Please comfort your father who is furious because you broke off the engagement recklessly."
"Oh, this is great."
Pinkie was immediately satisfied, and then took the helpless Knight Liwen to "tour" various places in the Black Flame Pass.
After they left, Kudel stepped forward and said to Murphy:
"Thank you for your attention to her and the previous discussion. I'm sorry, Murphy, I was a little too excited before."
"Everyone is so excited when it comes to their own position, which shows that you are a person with a clear position. Mr. Kudel, I will not be angry or exclude you because of this."
Murphy shook his head and said:
"I just hope you can understand that our personal relationship is one thing, but in the face of a situation like the black disaster, each of us must stand firm.
You still have time to think about it.
But I hope that once fighting breaks out at the Maginot Line, you will fulfill your duty to Transia."
These words made Kudel frown.
He looked around and asked using onomatopoeia:
"Do you think Black Flame Pass can't be defended? That's not true. They have completely fortified this place. The situation here is more than ten times better than when I was there. It's easy to resist hundreds of thousands of jackals here."
"I also hope it can be blocked. I hope the war can end outside my territory."
Murphy replied:
"But we have to prepare for the worst case scenario. To be honest, Kudel, some of the clues I discovered before made me really not optimistic about the outcome of this black disaster.
If you're not busy, come with me.
I'll show you what I found, and then you'll know why I had to force you to make that difficult decision."
——
The death contest had been decided, so that night a large number of vampires were dispatched to "clean up" the battlefield.
At dawn the next day, when the soldiers at Black Flame Pass went out on patrol as scheduled, a dwarf hammerman riding a goat led the team across the hills in front of the position, and then let out a surprised shout.
"Look! There! The vampires built a tower!"
As soon as he yelled with a broken voice, everyone else in the team immediately turned their heads to look. Everyone was startled by what stood in front of them in the dawn sunshine.
The heads of all the jackal corpses on the battlefield were chopped off and piled on a high ground in the center of the battlefield where the bloody smell still remained. Hundreds of heads were stacked layer by layer to form a tower, and in
The tattered battle flag of the jackals was left behind in the "tower" made of human heads, and a towering bloody battle flag was erected.
Above are the tripartite emblems of Transia, the Blood Vulture Clan and the Cadman People's Army, fluttering in the wind in the sun.
The location chosen by those vampires was so clever that this "degenerate work of art" could not be hidden in the air, and its existence could be seen from several kilometers away.
"What a crazy taunt!"
The dwarf hammer hand exclaimed:
"All the gnolls around here will go crazy. They will think this is a provocation to the Black Disaster. In order to save their face, the governors of these small clans will come here and destroy the flag at all costs."
"But the Transians will not allow them to pull down their flags."
A halfling assassin next to the dwarf seemed to have foreseen the fate of this land. He shrank his neck and said with some fear:
"These Transians are crazy! They want to fight the gnolls outside the position. They just want to provoke the gnolls and lure them to fight here until the two sides fight to the last person alive.
crazy!
It’s crazy.”
"Crazy? No, this kind of battle comes at the right time!"
The dwarf hammerman drank down the wine in his hand in excitement, patted his goat and shouted:
"This is what the Black Disaster should be like! We were so frustrated during the fourth Black Disaster. That damn bone-gnawing king threw our face and our traditions to the ground and stamped on all of us.
They all lost their dignity, and it took the help of those arrogant elves and Songhai people to defeat the gnolls.
This can't go on like this!
We should show our courage like the Transians! We should learn from them! Bring our flag too! Put our flag up there, too, on the high ground.
I admit that I used to be prejudiced against the Transians. I thought they were all a bunch of cowards. After all, they had been ravaged by the Black Disaster four times.
But this time it might be different."
The dwarves rode their goats madly and rushed to the high ground, planting the flag of their retinue next to them.
Of course, he knew the rules. The heads of those jackals were the trophies of the Transians. If he wanted to set up his own flag, he had to have his own trophies.
So the flag was placed on the edge of the high ground.
This seemed to have triggered some kind of strange "trend". When the patrol returned in the afternoon, there were already more than a dozen other flags on the high ground where the vampires had planted their flags, and fresh gnoll heads were placed there.
Next to the skull tower are those battle flags fluttering in the wind.
Lord Heather did nothing to stop this spontaneous move by the retinue, and even the Brass Dwarf artillery team planted their flags on the high ground.
Only the indifferent elven rangers did not participate in this provocative activity.
The soldiers of Black Flame Pass gained courage from this behavior, and as they expected, the Jackals also felt malice. Although there is no concept of "face" in their tradition, as a warlord, it is intolerable.
Members of one's own clan are used by others as tools to show off their strength.
The next morning, amidst the long battle horns of the Gnolls, a Gnoll vanguard of several hundred people appeared again on the edge of the Death Arena.
The news was immediately sent back to the Black Flame Pass, and the Transians who had been prepared strode into the place they were to guard amidst the cheers of the soldiers on the battlefield.
This is the first battle group!
Completely random disruption and reorganization meant that this battle was no longer conducted in the name of the guild, but the six-person dormitory group was still lucky enough to be grouped together. The commanders of their group were Brother Meow Meow, Mrs. Shui and her husband.
Also assigned here, Brother Xiaofu rode his manticore and held high the flag of the first battle group that he had made overnight.
The number of players has not yet reached 3,000, so each battle group of 1,000 people cannot be fully occupied. The first battle group currently only has about 500 people.
But they are confident that they can hold the high ground. Not only must they hold it, but they must hold on for five days!
Well, you have to persist for at least three days, otherwise you will be laughed to death on the forum.
"I don't understand why I, a casino owner, have to be drawn into such a battle."
Riding a luxurious skeleton war horse and entering the battlefield accompanied by the vampire swordsman Ms. Shen Yu, the living being was very good and complained fiercely:
"I haven't had a fight in more than a month. By the way, can't I hire someone else to fight on my behalf? How much time will it take to stay here for twenty days?"
"Just shut up!"
Chen Yu next to her couldn't stand listening anymore. She slapped the saddle of Lao Huo's skeleton horse and scolded:
"This is a game! This is for you to enjoy life, not for you to make money, you guy! You are addicted to doing business, right?"
"Hey, this is the blue ocean market."
Lao Huo whispered a little aggrievedly:
"Isn't this for your ideal? You also have shares in the casino. As long as you make enough money, that's fine."
"The jackals are coming! Get ready!"
The shouts of warning from Little Rich Brother in the sky made all the members of the first battle group, old players and newbies, quickly come back to their senses. Under the command of Brother Meow Meow who was holding a giant axe, they quickly formed an array along the high ground.
The calm old players are in front, and the noisy newbies are in hand. They have to be carried by the old players to prevent the newbies from being rushed away. These commanders have learned their lessons from the previous battles.
All players with shield-bearing professions were mobilized to the front line, and hunters and psionic masters had already begun to take aim. Old Huo was unhappy, but he also raised his war scythe. With a call, more than five gloomy vengeances
The spirit was summoned, and looking at the level of proficiency, one can tell that this upright guy must have practiced a lot in private.
"They think they can't be afraid, but we'll let them know they're wrong!"
Brother Meow Meow began his pre-war declaration.
He watched the running wolf men in front of him getting closer and closer, and the blood-killing power belonging to the red knight of war began to linger.
He threw the bloodwood tree at his feet and roared at the top of his lungs:
"We will stay here! Today, brothers, today we are the gatekeepers of hell and the mourners of Hades! We will let them remember this day forever! We will let them know what it means to flow like a river of blood and what it means to be frightened by the news!"
"Don't you have your own lines?"
The newbie "Chen Long" who just entered the game yesterday complained softly:
"It is too unlucky to say this at this time. You are still holding an axe. Do you have to rush up and be killed by the jackal warlord on the opposite side with a sword to be worthy of your line?"
"Shut up! Don't disturb me. I'm building up my momentum bar and getting ready to kill."
Brother Miao Miao scolded:
"Although I am a believer in Avalon, I am still the number one Crazy Fighter among players, so I have to have some dignity."
"snort"
He said that he was a berserker, but there was a vague hum in his ears. It seemed that "someone" was dissatisfied with this claim. In this continent, you can't be a berserker if you want to be~
