Chapter 748 747 The Transians say that jackals cause mass destruction
Chapter 748 747. The Transians say that the Jackals have weapons of mass destruction, but the problem is that they really do.
The Splitclaw Clan's territories are mostly distributed at the spiritual energy gathering points in the Dark Mountains. In the terminology of the Silver Dwarves, they are the location of the earth's veins. This is closely related to their characteristic of having more spellcasters, but it also results in the Splitclaw Clan's territory being relatively scattered.
It is not connected together like the Whiptail Clan, nor does it occupy a large wilderness like the Broken Fang Clan.
But as one of the five major clans, the Splitclaw clan also has a fixed main territory.
It is an area close to the Eternal Rift and the Gray Desert. It happens to form a triangle with the Goatman's Vidia Abyss City and the Mirror Lake, the largest water source in the Dark Mountains. It divides the plain with the most abundant spiritual energy in the Dark Mountains.
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You can't expect the Jackals to give their territory such a resounding name. In fact, the Jackals here are very casually called "Split Claw Plains", but the Goatmen gave this place a good name: "Ashes of Ashes".
"earth" because this plain was formed by geological changes caused by a violent volcanic eruption thousands of years ago.
According to the records of the Goatmen, the place was covered with thick volcanic ash for nearly a hundred years. This also resulted in the Land of Ashes being a rare and relatively fertile area in the Dark Mountains. This also led to the Splitclaw clan becoming the only large-scale wolf group among the Gnolls.
Agricultural clans.
But they do not produce food, but instead plant all kinds of materials needed for alchemy and voodoo on their own territory. To put it simply, they are developing "new agriculture".
The straight-line distance between the Land of Ashes and the Black Flame Pass is as far as the entire Transia from south to north. Therefore, the waves of this black disaster should not affect this place, but if nothing unexpected happens, the accidents that belong here will be
coming.
On the night of the thirteenth day after the fall of Black Flame Pass, near the Splitclaw Fortress in the Land of Ashes.
After a busy day, the gnoll laborers were transporting the materials harvested from the potion fields back to the fortress, where full-time herbalists would process the herbs. Some of them would be used by the spellcasters of the Splitclaw clan, and the rest would be used by the spellcasters of the Splitclaw clan.
The rest will be sold to other clans in exchange for more food, and the last part will be provided to the nearby Goatman City in exchange for some handicrafts that are in high demand in the Dark Mountains.
Most of the people working in the large potion fields near the fortress are female gnolls, with their cubs playing next to them. The males of the tribe have basically been recruited to the front line. According to the most optimistic estimates, now their husbands
Or the children should have followed the powerful Chief Potana into the place called "Transia".
Of course, jackals are an indifferent race, and it is difficult to hear from these females how they miss their loved ones. Instead, some fierce female jackals discussed taking advantage of the darkness to visit the goatman's territory after finishing their work.
Circle, maybe you can intercept a few unlucky goatmen traders.
The stuff those goat people sell is pretty good, but it's just too expensive.
For the jackals, they always have a way to get what they want without spending money. What's more, the meat of the goatmen is quite elastic to be honest.
Some old gnolls are trying to dissuade these young and impulsive reckless tribesmen. They are not guiding young people to be kind to others, nor are they opposed to going out to rob goatmen. The main reason is that the men are not at home now, in case they offend the goatmen.
Revenge, the barbarian soldiers in the fortress cannot be dealt with.
So it's better to stay safe. If you really want to rob, you have to choose a good time.
In the past, such comfort from the elderly would always lead to sneers and quarrels from the young people, and might even trigger an exciting battle between females, but it was different today.
A little jackal who was following his mother and learning to use a stone sickle to cut open the potion stalks to collect the strange irritating liquid suddenly sneezed. The furry little guy raised his head and his eyes widened.
It stayed there stupidly, and was slapped with its tail by its impatient mother for being lazy, and then it realized what it was doing.
"Look! The sky is splitting open!"
The little Gnoll pointed at the evening sky and shouted, attracting the attention of many Gnoll workers working in the potion field.
They raised their heads and noticed strange changes in the sky.
Black cracks appeared quietly in the evening sky, as if a powerful jackal had smashed the edge of the sky with a war hammer, spreading like black spider webs in the air, accompanied by a strange howling wind.
It blew down from the sky.
The superstitious Gnoll was quickly frightened.
The timid female gnolls almost immediately grabbed the noisy cubs beside them and ran back towards their dens.
But more stupid and bold jackals were still pointing at the strange phenomena in the sky until more than ten seconds of energy brewing.
"boom"
Amidst the terrifying loud noise, the cracked sky suddenly "cracked", and then a huge amount of dirty spiritual energy rolled down, like a book of black water with weird starlight pouring down from the sky.
Swallowed most of the potion field which was growing quite well.
It was only then that the female jackals realized that something was wrong. They screamed and picked up their cubs but didn't know where to rush. The strongest clan fortress they knew was being roared by the foul spirit right in front of them.
Can be swallowed up and swept away.
They couldn't understand why all this terrible things happened at this time, in this safe rear area.
But the powerful Chief Potana could no longer come forward to save them at this time. They could only hold the crying cub in their arms, lowered their heads and huddled up, welcoming the filthy breath rolling like black quicksand from behind.
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In less than ten minutes, the fortress and thousands of acres of magic potion fields around it were swallowed up.
A very standard raid behind enemy lines.
However, the scale and duration of the astral tearing are much weaker than the expected parameters. Even compared to the truly weaponized astral tearing technique, this is more like an accident of star boundary damage.
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In the history of the past thousand years, such accidents have been recorded in places with unstable dimensional boundaries on the continent.
However, this place was specially chosen to carry out the astral tearing, not because the goatman spellcasters who were carrying out this raid were a group of perverts who only bullied the old, weak, women and children. In fact, this target was also carefully selected.
"This plant is called 'howling root' by jackals, and its scientific name is 'ghost-faced flower'. When the stems are cut when mature, a viscous and irritating liquid will flow out. After being made into powder, a rather exquisite psychedelic drink can be prepared.
Potion, used by many Gnoll Warlocks or Goatman Spellcasters as a tool for entertainment.
As early as a few years ago, Abyss City noticed that the Splitclaw Gnolls began to plant ghost-faced flowers on a large scale. The output far exceeded the original consumption of hallucinogens. At the time, we did not understand that the gnolls used so many ghost-faced flowers.
What to do, but now we know.
This thing is the main auxiliary material used to prepare psychic plague."
At the edge of the clan territory that was swallowed up by the astral rift, a goatman spellcaster in gray robes was holding a branch of a plant that had just been harvested by the jackals and explaining to the haggard goatman spellcaster Bol.
arrive:
"The elf ranger named Daimus Goldleaf confirmed during the reconnaissance three days ago that this potion field must be destroyed! He is still looking for more materials that can be used to make plague, but he said that this
The production of plague requires a main material called 'life-eating mushroom', and he has not found the origin of that thing yet."
"I don't care about this! Gray robe warlock Denis, are you explaining to me the rationality of destroying those female jackals and their cubs? No! I don't need these boring reasons to convince myself. In fact, I am happy
in it.
Unlike you, I still retain kindness and kindness, which are extremely precious and equally stupid qualities for goat people. I only know that I still have three astral tears before I can complete my promise to Governor Murphy.
In exchange for my new stargazing tower in the Filth Swamp!
My astrological observation of the winter wolf constellation has been delayed for almost half a month. I have missed a lot of the mysteries of the stars. I don't want to give up the career that I have persisted in for more than ten years.
Yes!
We only have two days left, but still need to perform three valuable Astral Rip spells, so you'd better put aside your unnecessary sympathy.
These Splitclaw Gnolls are now our enemies!
You can only treat the enemy as coldly as the cold wind in winter, otherwise it will be a betrayal of one's own people."
The unshaven goatman astromancer Bol severely scolded his somewhat soft-hearted apprentice, and then he glanced regretfully at the filthy psychic energy still rolling on the ground in the distance.
Those black energy tides mixed with strange light spots made its cross-shaped eyes full of fascination. Although this was already the twelfth astral tear it had personally caused in the past thirteen days, this person obviously
The sadistic goat-man warlock is still not satisfied.
It said with regret:
"This place is already too far from the Black Flame Pass, and the wonderful astral fissures there cannot affect this place more. The nearby plane boundaries are not damaged to a great extent, and the power of the astral tearing is greatly limited.
We can't go any further!
Otherwise, we might not even be able to activate the complete technique. Fortunately, this time the tactical goal was finally achieved.
Let's go back next.
On the way back to the Dark Mountains, I will select three valuable targets to complete the final attack. Well, this feeling of personally controlling the power of the astral world makes me want to stop. The great spell of astral tearing should be classified as an astral magician by nature.
Sequence of forbidden war spells!
Yes!
We astronomers finally have our own forbidden spell sequence. Relying on our subtle observation of the star realm, we can always further amplify the power of tearing the star realm apart.
This feeling of mastering the power of the stars is really wonderful, Transia is indeed a blessed place for us."
Bol sighed.
Before it accepted Murphy's mission and left from the Black Flame Pass, it learned the complete and improved Astral Tearing Technique from Grand Duke Tris.
Maybe it’s because Astromancer is born with a talent in this area, allowing him to quickly master it after one or two attempts. If this thing also had a skill title, then Astromancer Bol would definitely be the “Star Boundary Tear Skill Competition”
A strong contender for the championship.
This guy is not satisfied with releasing Star Boundary Tear step by step, it even plays new tricks with this thing.
In the retaliatory actions the day before yesterday and yesterday, Boll successfully improved this small astral tearing technique, extending the duration of the astral rift that would close in half an hour to about six hours.
This means that the astral tear released by it will not only have an instantaneous impact of dirty spiritual energy and rewind the astral world, but also can tear apart the living minds in the bombarded area to the greatest extent due to the extended duration, basically ensuring that the bombardment is guaranteed.
There will be no sane living humans in the area and it will become uninhabitable for several years.
Such behavior is of course very perverted, but considering that it is now a war, and the goatmen have defected to the Transian camp, the sabotage they were ordered to carry out will undoubtedly further promote victory.
Goat people don't have that much sense of honor.
These naturally dark creatures enjoy such destruction, but even for such dark little perverts, carrying out twelve small astral tearings in thirteen days is still overloaded, so in this series of actions
After that, Bol and his apprentices must return to Transia to have a good rest.
Just when they collected enough samples of the gnoll potion and were about to find a place to rest, a divine steed of the Moon Wind Vulture tore through the clouds and fell from a high altitude. After circling a few times, it accurately landed in front of the goat people.
A female elf ranger riding on a wind vulture brought Captain Daimes' order. She said coldly to the goat people:
"Lord Daimus has discovered the underground mushroom field where the Splitclaw Gnolls hide thirteen kilometers away to the northwest. The life-eating mushrooms used to make evil plagues are grown there.
The captain orders you to go there immediately and cooperate with us to clean up those damn mushrooms."
"But it's difficult to use Astral Tear in that kind of terrain."
Astromancer Bol retorted:
"You are wasting our time. There are only two days left before the deadline set by Governor Murphy. With all due respect, Elf Girl, you should ask your captain to find a more valuable target, preferably a ground building.
Object."
"There is a heavily guarded Gnoll fortress above that cave!"
The female elf obviously didn't like the evil goat man. She said loudly:
"The captain needs you to launch the astral tearing there to coordinate our burning operation underground. You may need to carry out two consecutive astral tearings to destroy that large fortress.
In addition, the location of that fortress is actually not far from your Abyss City, so the captain asked me to tell you that if reinforcements can be found to help, then he will not take any of the spoils of this battle."
"Hey, let me tell you, how could the arrogant elf take the initiative to invite our evil goatman for help? It turns out he is waiting for us here."
Astromancer Bol sarcastically said:
"But just as you misunderstood us goat people and thought we were all a bunch of hopeless bastards, let me tell you, elf girl, your assessment of us is very accurate.
The Goatmen in Abyss City are all a bunch of cowards. The loot from a mere fortress cannot help them. Our great Lord Parbernas is even more of a hero among cowards. He fears the Splitclaw clan even more than he fears the people in Mirror Lake.
The big water monsters, don't expect them to take the initiative to help because of the black disaster.
I'm just thankful that they don't come and cause trouble.
Go back and tell your Captain Demes that we need three hours to prepare for the Astral Rip, and you can launch an attack on the underground cave at that time.
But be careful of what’s underground.”
Bohr's voice became hoarse and he said:
"The jackals have obviously found 'allies'. The underground used to be the paradise of kobolds, but now it has become the kingdom of the more dangerous rat people. If those mushrooms are as important as you say, maybe it's not just jackals who guard them.
People."
The female elf was stunned for a moment.
But then she realized that the goatman astromancer's reminder was correct. With the ratmen's ability to move underground and their terrifying numerical advantage, if a trap was set underground like that, people like them would dare to step into it.
Die.
So the Elf Ranger immediately took off and galloped towards the location of Captain Demes.
Boer watched her leave, then turned back to the apprentices behind him and said:
"Elves, arrogant fellows, remember their faces! Don't be fooled by those beautiful ascetic faces. These pointed ears are the most dangerous, vicious and cold-blooded people in the world. Just look at those shadow elves and you will know their
His nature is evil, but other elves hide it better.
Okay, let's go.
Take time to rest on the road.
Once we get to the place, we will get busy."
A few minutes later, Captain Dames, who received the ranger's report, also realized that he had not taken the ratmen into account in his action, but it was too late to retreat now.
And he couldn't allow the gnolls to keep these life-eating mushrooms and produce more dangerous plague toxins. He was sure that there was more than just this mushroom field in the Dark Mountains, but since they encountered it, they couldn't ignore it.
"This is not far from the Gray Desert."
Demus took out the map of the Dark Mountains drawn by the elves and looked at it. After hesitating for a moment, he turned back to the elf ranger who had just reported the situation and said:
"You take the battle flag of the Ranger Legion, go to the Castle of Sin, and ask the Sin Dwarves there to help. Remember, don't enter their city, just explain the situation to them on the outside. The dwarves in that city are all from different places.
The sinners of the dwarf clan, they have great malice towards all creatures of order.
But during the last black disaster, they fought side by side with us.
I still have some friendship with Colonel Fenris Wildfist. Remember to call him by name and don't have too much communication with other sinful dwarves.
this point is very important.
They are all a group of slave owners, and forest elves like us are the best 'goods' in their eyes. Damn it, but in this land of jackals, they are the only friends we can make."
