He is still a frontline warlord with a very high status. Counting Hurley and the warlord of Death Mesa, as well as the warlord who died in the Plague Valley, in the first half month of the Black Disaster, when the fighting intensity was far from reaching the limit, Jackal
People's start seems to be "less than perfect".
In the past, such damage was enough to affect the progress of the black disaster, but this time the jackals seemed to be well prepared.
When the news of the failure of the Black Flame Pass general attack was reported back to the Splitclaw clan's headquarters along with the defeated troops, Matron Potana did not express any special opinions on the matter.
It seemed like none of this was worthy of her attention.
In fact it is.
The Black Flame Pass defeated the onslaught of Jackals, but in fact the Jackals voluntarily withdrew from Position 1 at the last moment. Therefore, the loss of the 50,000 vanguard Jackals was up to one-fifth, and most of the main force was saved and returned to those positions.
Under the leadership of the low-level warlord, they returned to the main force.
The casualties of the kobold servants were horrific, but the problem was that the jackals didn't know how many kobolds died. They didn't have the brains to accurately count battle losses, not to mention that even the kobolds themselves didn't care much about this kind of loss.
Accidents and death, this is the normal life of those ignorant people.
They are not likely to complain, after all, the kobold elders also feel that their tribe has too many people to manage, and a proper "death" is a good thing that will help the development of the tribe.
Once all the idiots are dead, the good genes can continue.
Passing on from generation to generation, one day, the kobolds will be able to give birth to their own "King of Dog Heads".
Well, kobolds don't actually think so much. Their walnut heads don't allow them to think so long-term.
In short, Chief Potana read the frontline battle report with a very indifferent attitude. Although he was a little bit sad about the death of his great warlord, considering that the guy didn't obey his orders very much, so.
Have a good death!
Maybe I should give those Transians who killed it the glorious title of "Destroyer of Stupid Servants".
"How far are we from Black Flame Pass"?
In her luxurious Thunder Lizard War Vehicle, Portana, dressed in full voodoo priest attire, asked, and a clever Jackal Psychic Master standing next to her glanced at the map and immediately replied:
"If we march quickly, we can get closer in a day and a night."
"No rush, take your time."
Botana smiled grimly and waved her paw.
The psionicist then turned and left, following the Jackal Warlord who had been protecting her safety.
It is worth noting that this jackal warlord not only has a very "luxurious" clan-style voodoo plate armor, but his main weapon is not the large flail or tomahawk spear that the jackals would use.
But a sword!
A huge sword in the style of a two-handed sword. It is an obviously human-style creation. There is not much decoration, but there is a cold north wind inscription on the sword. There is also a vague layer of ice blade on the outside of the sword.
Destruction as psychic enhancement.
The shape of the joint between the hilt and the blade of this sword is shaped into an exquisite and powerful wolf head swallowing the sword. The ruby embellished on the wolf head shines like holy blood.
Wolf Blood Holy Sword!
One of Nordtov's three artifacts.
It has been lost for more than hundreds of years, and even in today's Nordtof, many bards regard it as a codified thing in legend.
But it does indeed exist, and although this holy object is still resisting, when the jackal warlord walks, the inscription on the sword body always reflects a strange dark red.
That is the divine power of the Lord of Hunting is driving away the blessing of Su, the God of the North Wind, on this holy sword. After the corrosion is completed, this thing will become a "holy object" in the jackal civilization.
This is obviously not the first time that the Gnoll Priests have done this.
During many black disasters, they plundered many treasures from all over the continent. Those once sacred objects have now been contaminated and given to the big shots among the jackals for use.
For example, the self-proclaimed "King of Bones" Gehrman Bones has a sacred war hammer from the dwarves. The name of that thing was "The Power of Gorgon: The Majesty of Gaia", and its current name is
It's called "bone-gnawing power".
That was once the trophy of the Bone-Gripping King, but now it is the sacred object of the Bone-Gripping Clan.
For example, Portana also has a pair of voodoo combat claws called "Corrosive Wounds" in her hands, which are sacred objects of the shadow elves and are now the symbol of the Splitclaw clan.
Once the Wolf Blood Holy Sword is completely contaminated, the Splitclaw Clan will have a second sacred object worthy of special mention, which symbolizes the rise of the Splitclaw Clan.
Of course, that's all for the future.
The biggest problem in front of Botana is how to capture the Black Flame Pass. Facts have proved that using manpower to pile up is stupid and difficult to achieve results. The general attack of 50,000 vanguards is just a preview.
Mistress Splitclaw is not stupid.
The 50,000 troops she sent can just cover the width of the battlefield of Black Flame Pass. If these people cannot break through the first five of the twelve defense lines of Black Flame Pass in a short time, it means that more people will only attack them.
The war turned into the worst kind of "tug of war" and "fuel war".
This general attack lasted only a week, but it brought the mistress all kinds of information she needed.
"Gaia, the Mother of the Earth, declared the Black Flame Mountain Pass as her holy land, which means that the effect of meteorite spells there will be weakened to the minimum. It is said that Su, Avalon and Wamu also chose another place outside the mountain pass.
Holy place.
Haha, even the gods are afraid of the birth of the Lord of Hunting. They are so aloof that they are taking the initiative this time."
The Splitclaw Matron walks back and forth in her mobile luxury war vehicle.
She doesn't have much fear of the gods. She is a psionicist, and psionicists are the most ungodly people on the continent. She has a lot of detailed evidence to prove that the gods' thrones are not the same.
Not "glorious".
But these cannot be told to subordinates, after all, the jackals will soon have their own gods.
However, it is not a good sign to allow the gods to appear everywhere in the Black Flame Pass, so the Splitting Claw Mistress planned to solve this problem before the next attack.
She is very arrogant!
He actually wants to restrict the gods, but Mistress Splitting Claw does have a way to restrict them.
Potana sat on her "throne" again. As a female Gnoll, she didn't like to decorate her chief's throne with heads, so this throne was probably the most "simple" among all the Gnoll chiefs.
There is no real skull but a simulated skull carved with various gemstones.
Make this thing look priceless, and it is the "jewelry" form that ladies like most.
Although Chief Potana has been exposed to the true meaning of voodoo for many years, which has caused her appearance to be shriveled and emaciated, without any ladylike demeanor at all, she was a "splitting flower" when she was young, and the gnolls who pursued her could escape from the Brass Fortress.
It stretches all the way to the gray desert.
The three cubs she left behind all inherited her former "beauty" and majesty.
Unfortunately, Potana may be an ambitious and good chief, but she is not a good mother. As a result, she has a very bad relationship with her children. All three children have separated from the Splitclaw clan and established their own clan in the Dark Mountains.
A small clan.
"My partners, I need your help."
Potana took out the pearl bracelet, stroked it a few times and said:
"You have invited me to join your organization several times. I know that you don't actually care about me. What you want is control of the Splitclaw clan. Actually, this is not out of the question.
Although we both have some disagreements about the ultimate ownership of the world, at least we still have the possibility of cooperation in destroying mainland civilization.
Therefore, I would like to ask you in the name of cooperation to help me limit the activities of the gods in the Black Flame Pass.
I know this is difficult, but you once boasted to me that as long as I join you, you no longer have to worry about divine power. I think you are not bragging, right?"
"I don't know which faction of idiots came up with such an outrageous point of view to you, but the fact is that Twilight is just an organization in the real world, and our influence in the star realm is quite limited."
Yuan Na's indifferent voice that has remained unchanged for thousands of years sounded from the pearl bracelet, and she explained:
"The gods only have power projections in the star realm. The moment they ascend to become gods, not only the material world, but also the star realm can no longer carry the truth they possess. If you want to limit the gods, they can only be in the subspace.
Take action.
But are your eyes blind?
Do you think we can really move around in the warp?"
"Of course you can, don't deceive me. I have personally seen you traveling around the world through the rifts in the subspace in the material world. I know you can do it, otherwise I wouldn't look for you."
Portana sneered, and in that disgusting weird laughter of a jackal, she said:
"The activity of gods in this black disaster has become a big trouble, and they must be separated from mortals."
"Why separate? You pathetic guy."
Yuan snorted and said vaguely:
"The closer the two parties are connected, the happier we are. Gods and humans should not be too close to each other. The moment the gods sensed the risk and started asking mortals for help, their miserable ending was doomed.
Of course, you can't understand it.
After all, you are not that lord who has penetrated the secrets of the gods in a mortal body. What that lord is planning is a great cause that a miserable jackal like you can't even dream of.
Well, we can't restrict the free movement of the gods, but we can pray to the shadows in the subspace. Maybe it would be a good time for an abnormality to invade the kingdom of the gods at this time.
After all, humans have wars with humans, and gods have conflicts with gods.
But then what?
Potana, we helped you restrict the gods, what are you going to do next?"
"Of course I will continue to move forward according to the path you planned, just like the crazy idea you proposed."
Splitclaw's mother said in a subtle tone:
"The Black Flame Mountain Pass is already full of corpses. They are alive and painful souls who died in the war. I have helped you get everything you need, and even helped you add a fire. If you claim to have a secret skill
If you are really that powerful, maybe when we launch our largest attack, you can once again declare a threat to the world.
Of course, there are also those ugly things called "Ratmen" made by your companions. I admit that they did a pretty good job. Haha, the idiots in Black Flame Pass cannot understand why I want to send so many people to die.
They are attracted by the war in front of them, and naturally they cannot understand what is happening under their solid positions. Ha, I feel that I have grasped the victory in advance, but I just want to give them despair at the last moment!
They think gnolls are fools, but they ignore that while the Splitclaw clan pursues power, they also worship wisdom.
I said, our ultimate goals are different, but we can cooperate in the black disaster.
Oh, right.
There is another thing that you must be interested in, Murphy. The lord of Transia, the vampire lord you have always regarded as a thorn in your side, my people have determined that he is at the Black Flame Pass, commanding a group of strange 'undead'.
It was precisely because of their activity that my attacks suffered setbacks again and again.
I've lost three warlords, two of them related to him.
This guy is a threat!
For both of us.
I don't know the grudge between you and him, but if you need it, I can find a way to carry out an assassination."
"No need! This is a matter between us, we should resolve it ourselves."
Yuan refused.
But she obviously didn't intend to let Murphy go so easily, especially after confirming his location, Yuan's attention immediately shifted.
She completed the plan with the Gnoll Mother very perfunctorily, and then broke off contact.
Yuan opened his eyes.
It seems like a sleeping person quietly wakes up.
But she didn't actually fall asleep. After that tragic death many years ago, she said goodbye to sleep and dreams.
Dreams are dangerous. They are the secret place where the human spirit interacts with the world, and it is also the place where it is most easily penetrated.
Especially for a senior cultist, it is much more difficult to protect oneself in dreams than in the material world. The dreams on this continent are not safe either, and there are some very ancient and terrifying things hidden in them.
The Nightmare Tyrant Baphomet is one, but it is not the only manifestation of the power of nightmares in the material world. The shadows of the subspace are very good at this silent penetration.
Yuan is one of the leaders of the cultists, but she is no less vigilant about subspace than others. It is because she understands their form of existence better, so Yuan will never get too involved in the interaction between subspace and the material world.
From this point of view, Yuan's faction should be classified as "conservative" in the Twilight Organization.
"jingle"
The door of the Witch Cafe was pushed open.
Yuan Er, who has just woken up and is busy at the bar, should call her "Mr. Luna" in this case.
She put a can of coffee heads into the grinder beside her and sat on the bar without looking at the guy who came in through the door.
She was busy and asked without raising her head:
"So, my assistant barista."
"died."
The man in front of him, wearing a strange denim suit, shrugged and said:
"I asked the chief monk, but his people told me that Jude Law's consciousness did not return to the subspace. He died, and his soul was destroyed. The so-called omnipotent shadow of the subspace could not protect poor Jude Law.
.
A power that can bypass the blessings of the warp and kill us directly has appeared, and this is not the first time.
Ah, it's really scary.
Since the appearance of the Governor of Transia, Lady Cecilia, me, the Explorer, and now Jude Law, and even you, all failed five operations, and all of them were related to Mr. Murphy.
I went to Xico City last night.
I must regretfully tell you that a priest of extraordinary origin from the Church of the Moon of Death has intervened there. Under the attention of the will of Hades, we 'thieves' cannot act as freely as before.
You know, store manager.
I don’t believe in fate, but now it seems that this Murphy is really our natural nemesis.”
"Then get rid of him."
Luna continued to be busy and said with the indifferent demeanor that a cold half-elf barista should have:
"If he can do bad things, then give him a lesson that goes deep into his bones after he messes everything up. You are right, that guy has some kind of strange power that can restrain the blessing of subspace. He is suspected of being the creator.
The Chosen One is our natural enemy!
So we have to find someone who will not be restrained by him to carry out this matter, do you have any suggestions?"
"Aren't you the best killer candidate?"
The "explorer" sitting at the bar said jokingly:
"With your help, we can naturally rest easy. Well, by the way, you can't appear in front of Mrs. Tris at this time. This is too far from the perfect scene you designed for her to reunite with you. Alas, it's not me who said that.
You, my dear store manager.
You are good at everything, but you always make mistakes when it comes to matters related to Mrs. Tracey.
But it’s not your fault. What rebellious child dares to behave in front of his mother?
How about I think of a way to help you get rid of this weakness?"
"OK."
Store manager Luna placed a cup of freshly brewed coffee in front of the explorer. She raised her head, the blood-red light in her eyes was frightening. She lay on the counter like an old store manager who was trying to fish, looking at the details of her store.
of employees said:
"You can give it a try. Don't think that your broken puppets can hurt my Tris and my mother. Find someone to work with. The chief monk previously suggested that we accept new travelers, but the latter has not yet responded.
Make a small contribution to Dusk’s cause.”
"You have given your hometown away. Manager, you are too harsh."
The explorer picked up the coffee and smelled it, then took a sip with a smile and praised:
"Wow, adding a little subspace flavor to the wonderful and mellow coffee is really a wonderful experience. Well, you have guests, so I won't disturb you."
After saying that, the explorer stood up with the cup of coffee that could easily poison a small town. The scene around Luna was also "fixed" at this moment, and then dissipated in an instant like broken glass.
She raised her head again in the real material world and saw a small vampire holding a mechanical squirrel toy and asking:
"Excuse me, is your cafe still open?"
"Of course, my lovely little guest."
Store manager Luna showed a gentle smile and greeted:
"Come in and let me make you a cup of coffee."
"Ah? No, I'm here to deliver something!"
Little Sharon shook her head, smiled shyly, and then twisted the spring of the mechanical squirrel in her hand.
She raised her head and said to Luna:
"This is a gift from Mr. Murphy to you subspace cultist bastards! This is also the price that the countless dead souls in Xiko City demand that you must pay! Die! You bastards!"
