Chapter 791 790 Baphomet’s Servant: Secondly, bullying us has no future
Chapter 791 790. Baphomet’s Servant: Secondly, there’s no backing for bullying us, right? - New Year Update [2330]
(Additional update for the New Year~ I wish everyone a Happy New Year~)
"How long will it take to cross the swamp?"
Two days after the Baphomet Canyon position was destroyed, Colonel Fraser, who was marching with his soldiers in the filthy swamp, yawned tiredly and asked the adjutant Major Reynolds beside him, who glanced at
The map made a two sign.
It indicated that it would take at least two days to reach the Maginot Line.
Major Renault is not a silent character, but he really doesn't want to talk now.
Young commanders who were born as generals generally care about their appearance, but after successive fierce battles, not to mention Major Reno, even Fraser, who was born in the most noble family, has become a "battlefield veteran".
He no longer pursues neatness in his clothes. He has not even groomed his beard for several days, and his hair is messy. He looks like a decadent young man.
But on the contrary, the colonel always puts the weapon at the nearest place to ensure that he can draw the knife for combat at any time. The chamber of the gun is always filled with bullets and his shooting skills are becoming more and more deadly.
His unshaven face is dotted with a pair of vigilant eyes like an eagle, and the once vigorous vigor has been tempered into a deeper stability during this war.
Perhaps the colonel's majesty once came from his origin and position, but now, the high reputation he enjoys in the army behind him comes directly from his command in hundreds of battles, large and small, and the bloody battles he went to on the battlefield.
Even personal strength has changed.
In the past, Fraser did not pursue personal strength, but the tyranny of the Black Disaster forced him to pick up martial arts. Although it was not as fast as the exaggerated progress of the foreigners, after several brushes with death, he
Colonel Fraser can also feel that his combat skills are advancing to a higher level.
According to his bodyguard, maybe in another month, the colonel can start preparing for the Silver Trial.
This is no exaggeration.
His foundation since childhood was excellent, and the intensity and frequency of battles during this period were unimaginable to soldiers in peacetime. It is not surprising that he achieved a breakthrough under the pressure of life and death, but compared to the improvement of personal strength, Fraser now pays more attention to himself.
The next impact that our army and our country will face in the black disaster.
This matter has been kept in his mind and made him uneasy. He has decided that after arriving at the Maginot Line, he must go to Cato and talk to his father face to face.
My own soldiers also urgently need to rest, their morale is already very low.
Although the continuous abandonment of Shadow Valley and the Nord position was to preserve the vitality, for ordinary soldiers who could not see the overall situation, these were two outright failures, making them full of pessimism about the future war.
"Reno, pass the order. After arriving at the defense line, everyone will be rewarded and rest in batches. I will apply for a special allowance for the soldiers' entertainment during the rest."
Fraser said to his adjutant:
"I have a relationship with Boss Huo from Booty Bay and can ensure that the soldiers get the best treatment there, but the premise is that we must rush to the defense line in one day."
"Colonel, the soldiers are very tired. We may have to march again."
Major Reynolds was a little worried, but Fraser waved his hand and said:
"Look around, Renault.
The Transians have turned the entire swamp into a death hunting ground. The traps we can see are just bait on the surface. I am sure that there are dangerous things that can devour life hidden in every part of this swamp. Don’t you think so?
Don't you feel it?
After we entered the swamp, there was a strange will paying attention to us.
The swamp is coming alive.
I heard those Avalon believers say that this place is blessed by the God of Nature. I don’t know what is happening here, but I know that it is quite dangerous to stay here. Distribute those delicious Transian rations and let the troops speed up.
go ahead!
I won’t have lunch today. The sooner we can reach the defense line, the better.”
"Um."
Major Renault no longer refuted. He actually felt the changes in the filthy swamp. It was an unsettling shadow hiding in the muddy water of the swamp, as if a hungry thing was craving for life as a sacrifice.
"Dudu"
Just when the army started their forced march, Colonel Fraser's calculation orb suddenly sounded. He opened it in surprise, and then heard a familiar voice:
"Hey, Fraser, Ironhand and I are on the Maginot Line.
We were both deprived of our military commissions. My father kicked me out of the house and severed all ties with me. I was also not allowed to use Soros's surname in my deception. The worst part was that I lost all my money. It's no exaggeration.
He said, "We came all the way begging for food and came to join you, the eldest young master."
So, how long does it take for you to arrive?
If it doesn’t work out, the two of us will have no choice but to go to Booty Bay for a few days to eat overlord meals, I hope Boss Huo won’t kick us out.”
"Damn it! Ron, you bastard was let out? Zhuo, I thought you were going to be shot."
After hearing what his good brother said, the colonel suddenly laughed and cursed:
"If you go to the cafeteria and report my name, I'll save you a meal? But what are you and Tie Shou going to do next?"
"We have registered a mercenary group called 'Black Flame'."
Ron replied nonchalantly:
"I also recruited some disabled brothers from the field hospital who plan to retire, and we are going to take a trip to the Dark Mountains."
"Don't go, wait for me on the defensive line."
Fraser whispered:
"I have a job for you. It will pay well, but only those who are trustworthy can participate."
"oh?"
Ron said in surprise:
"What mission?"
"The Transians hunt Dusk."
Fraser narrowed his eyes and said:
"We're so far behind on this, aren't we?"
"Okay! We, Black Flame, will take this job. No payment is required. I'll kill every one of those bastards in the dusk that I see. It's free!"
——
"kill!"
Some awkward jackal language came from Wang Laoxie's mouth, and as he waved his bone staff, the brutal elite skeleton warriors carried their weapons and killed the Baphomet goatmen in front of them.
But it wasn't just these undead servants who were fighting, there were also some jackal soldiers who also rushed forward to fight with the cultists.
The signs of the protective gear on these soldiers are either chopping claws or blood scars. In short, they are definitely not members of the Plague Clan. Why they are mixed up with the Soul Stealer Jackals is a story that sounds a bit dark and humorous.
Xu Gesen and Haas are carrying out a "big purge" in the Shadow Valley. All jackals suspected of having an affair with Dusk will be ruthlessly sent to the front line to fight, regardless of their class or status. Those who have evil intentions will be killed halfway.
Will run away and be killed by the Hunting Chosen sent by Hugersen. The remaining ones who want to clear their suspicions must complete the battle and return with victory.
But the Transians were still guarding the tunnels under the position. They would not easily allow the Jackals to win. After many battles, many broken troops wandered around in the tunnels, and then they ran into the fast-advancing enemy.
The soul-stealing jackals.
Wang Laoxie and his brothers put on the sacrificial robes of the Bloodscar clan supported by Lord Qin. They dressed very "upper class" and held battle flags majestically. At first glance, they looked like elite troops of jackals, and there was no need for jackals.
Human players take the initiative to recruit, and those defeated soldiers who want to wash away their shame will be happy to join them.
After going back and forth like this, by the time the Soul Stealer clan arrived at Baphomet's underground palace, the number of them including the jackal NPCs had exceeded a thousand.
The players who were well prepared performed a scene here. After the two sides fought, the Transians began to retreat deep into the Earth Palace. The jackals chased them all the way. After chasing and escaping, they quickly entered the lower level of the Earth Palace.
in the cultist area.
The Baphomet cultists were completely confused about this situation.
They sealed off their underground palace at the beginning of the Black Disaster and made up their minds not to participate in the bloody battle between the civilized camp and the jackals, but destiny is so magical, and there are some things that you can't just avoid if you don't want to participate.
Such as now.
The tiger-like wolf-like jackals don't care what cultists you are. Anyone who dares to stand in their way of hunting down the Transians is an enemy. Therefore, under the leadership of the soul-stealing jackals, this clan army moves almost like a storm.
The gesture swept over everything along the way.
The nominal reason for the exiled gnolls was that they were not pious enough to the Lord of the Hunt, so these gnolls who wanted to clear their suspicions also sacrificed the killed Baphomet cultists to their gods.
So much bloodshed, so much death must please the evil god.
Anyway, the Lord of the Hunt doesn't care whose blood is shed, the death of the Goat Man can still please Him.
"enough!"
On the route where the gnolls were advancing, a Baphomet nightmare priest who was forced into a corner screamed in gnoll language:
"We have no enmity against you! Those Transians have already run away from the other direction. Damn it, you go after them! Why are you attacking us?"
Faced with this problem, Wang Laoxie, the leader of the team, showed an evil and ferocious smile on his shoehorned face.
His furry claws swung downwards fiercely, and the two skeleton warriors stepped forward to grab the goat man and brutally decapitated him, causing blood to gush out and the victorious jackals around him to cheer.
"For the Lord of the Hunt!"
Wang Laoxie shouted in Jackal language with an "accent", causing other Jackals to scream.
In fact, he only knows these few words of jackal dialect.
But it doesn't matter, these few sentences are enough.
In their true Jackal form, they are regarded as friendly troops by other Jackals. There is no need to have any doubts at all. They can just follow this group of brave compatriots and it's all done.
Anyway, the more they kill, the happier the hunter will be.
The happier the gods are, the more proof they are of their piety.
In this way, he can return to the Black Calamity Army commanded by Grand Overseer Hugersen, follow him into Transia to gain the glory of victory, and make the whole world feel the same as the Bone-gnawing King a hundred years ago.
trembling!
Wang Laoxie understands people's hearts very well.
He stepped forward and grabbed the fallen staff of the goatman priest and threw it to a blood-scarred priest beside him without looking at it. He then gave the very gorgeous combat dagger to the bravest barbarian, and then raised his head.
After taking a look at the dark passage with many forks in front of him, the guy rolled his eyes, sent a message to the player's communication, and then waved his paw, signaling to continue moving forward.
The gnoll players of the Soul Stealer clan immediately dispersed, each leading some red-eyed gnolls and continuing to advance deeper into the underground palace. Wang Laoxie also led some followers to continue deeper.
The burden on their shoulders is very heavy. They must start a confrontation between the Jackals and the Baphomet cultists in the shortest possible time. To achieve this goal, the killings in front of them are just the appetizer.
But it doesn’t matter. The Plague Clan has learned the orthodox knowledge of death from the little mummies of the Dead Moon Church. Every player in the Soul Stealer Clan can play a pretty good Awakening of the Undead. With the fighting power of this group of gnolls, in less than a day
In one night, he could create an undead army of sufficient size.
If the Goatman cultists don't plan to resist by then, the results waiting for them will definitely not be good.
At the same time that the Jackals were invading Baphomet's underground palace in large numbers, in the stone tower of the Nightmare Church's headquarters at the bottom of the underground palace, the Nightmare Priest LaRouche looked seriously at the black crystal ball placed on a unique shelf in front of him.
This thing can monitor the situation on the lower level of Baphomet's underground palace.
It saw the scene of cultists being massacred by jackals without any defense, which made LaRouche feel angry.
Blanch!
I have been so obedient that I have been hiding in the underground palace for a month or two, not going out, just to avoid you evil stars, but in the end I have given you face, right?
We have no problem with you killing Transians, but can you change the place, bastard!
"Master officiant, we must come up with a plan."
A nightmare priest wearing a red robe said worriedly:
"There are not many gnolls entering the underground palace now, but this is just the beginning. The cunning Transians deliberately lured them here just to provoke a conflict between us. And those damn silver dwarves, they dug the tunnels
The exit is in the maze, and this will definitely attract more jackals to come in and kill us all."
"What's your look!"
LaRouche scolded:
"There are obviously some Transnian scoundrels among the gnolls. Those guys who are leading the gnolls to the depths of the underground palace have bad intentions, and they can find the way to the lower level in such a huge maze with such accuracy.
Do you believe it was an accident?
Transians are helping them!
Hell, I knew that the female vampire who was always wandering around in the maze summoning the Minotaur some time ago had bad intentions!"
"But it's too late to say that now, High Priest! You have to make up your mind."
Another goatman priest in purple clothes said anxiously:
"The awakening of Lord Baphomet has reached a critical moment, and we cannot allow the gnolls to be so arrogant and domineering.
They are killing our church members, and they are all the seeds used to weave the nightmare kingdom! It has taken us so long to advance our great plan to this point. When the era of chaos and danger comes, we must rely on Lord Baphomet.
Only in this nightmare place can you escape the despair of reality.”
"What else can I do?
Do you want me to go to the Hunting Chosen in person and explain all this to it? Do you think the jackals will believe it?
Taking a step back, others may not understand what the Jackals want to do by launching this black disaster, but can we?
They are using blood and death to awaken their gods!
This is no different from what we are doing. Do you expect a group of lunatics who are eager for the gods to come to listen to our explanation?
madness!
Not only would Xu Gesen not stop it, but he would send more people over.
After all, it’s much easier to kill us than to kill the civilized camp. This is a dead end! Don’t you understand? When those damn Transians come up with their ideas, we can’t escape.
.”
LaRouche glared hard at his incompetent subordinates.
This old goatman is actually not a powerful character. Otherwise, when Murphy and the others killed the Twilight Follower in the underground palace, he wouldn't have given them a "gift" and left with the precious "Book of Curses"
Already.
This is also a very simple reason.
If the Baphomet cultists were really powerful, why would they still be hiding in the underground palace and plotting little conspiracies that would not be put on the table?
Goatmen are not a prosperous race.
The Baphomet cult is just a small group of extremists splintered by the Goatman's ideas. In terms of numbers, even the Transians can defeat them, let alone the Jackals.
Facing High Priest LaRouche's explanation, the nightmare priests around him looked at me and I looked at you. None of them could come up with an effective solution. The atmosphere was frozen here, and a large amount of embarrassment seemed to be reflected in the goat.
People's gloomy faces.
However, the high priest still has two skills to become the leader. At this moment of silence, the old goat man narrowed his eyes and said:
"The gnolls regard us as firewood just because the Lord of the Hunt is about to be born. This is so stupid! They think we won't resist, but we are not fools without strength. Lord Baphomet is still unable to play his role in other places.
The power of the Lord of Nightmares, however, in his cage, the prototype of the Nightmare Land has emerged.
This is our territory!
Brothers, we are not afraid to fight any enemy here!
Gnolls can sacrifice us, can't we sacrifice them?
Haha, there are opportunities in every bad thing. The premise is that we have the courage to seize this opportunity. Well, Lord Baphomet, who is tossing and turning in every nightmare, is also very hungry."
