Chapter 833 832 The unruly thing, this place has an owner! Enter
Chapter 833 832. You unruly thing, this place has an owner! Don’t you know you have to knock on the door when you come in?
The Rat Man was born not long ago.
According to Murphy and the players' tracing of the clues exposed by the Scholar Faction, the real breakthrough in the biological experiments on the Skaven was basically around the time that Explorer Kanter joined the Scholar Faction, which was less than ten years ago.
Excluding the preparation time used to perfect the genetic blueprint, the actual appearance of the Skaven as a whole is probably less than three years, but this creature that cannot even be called "civilized" has already done many "big things."
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The destruction of the shadow elf city of Medjeva was their work, and the fall of the Black Flame Pass was also inextricably linked to the rat men. Now, they are completing their third goal as biological weapons, rushing into the brass
The ruins of the fortress slaughtered all the stubborn brass dwarves inside, opening the way to the Genoa Peninsula for the Black Scourge army.
This life is not easy.
Although the Brass Dwarves first lost their god, and now they lost their city and lord, and also lost a considerable number of their people in the fall of the fortress, their population base is there, even in this desolate place.
In the ruins, the number of surviving dwarves will never be less than 1.5 million.
The God of Wealth kept his promise.
When the Brass Fortress collapsed in the vicissitudes of geological transformation, those dwarves who held wealth in their hands barely survived. Except for the unlucky ones who were actually crushed to death and fell to death, the Brass Dwarves as a group had no
Because if a mountain collapses, everyone will die.
The number of ratmen currently attacking the ruins of the fortress is less than 150,000. Even if they are all killed one by one, there is no way to destroy the dwarves here. What's more, with the pitiful quality of the ratmen's individual soldiers, if they want to
They would have to pay more to replace a dwarf.
However, the war is not just a comparison of paper data. The morale and organization of the Brass Dwarves have been completely destroyed.
Faced with the violent rat people who kept rushing out from all over the ruins, there was too little they could do. Except for the iron-hearted warriors who continued to fight, the desolate situation of the other dwarves could be described as killing them with just one sentence.
No exaggeration.
However, the situation on the front side of the ruins is slightly better.
Lord Paying and Old Edward stayed here and organized a group of dwarves to resist here, preventing the ratmen's attack from breaking through the front entrance.
The battle here has also attracted many surviving dwarves to join. In this life-and-death situation, no matter how destitute a person is, as long as they are led by a good enough commander, they can burst out with amazing power of survival.
The best thing is that the person leading this group of souls right now is the Millennium Lord of Vampires, the best commander, commander and top powerhouse on the continent.
As for old Edward, this guy who wants to take action will have gone crazy by now.
Lord Wolfsbane fought to his heart's content on the unfamiliar land covered with smoke and dust, killing every ratman who came close to him without the dignity of a strong man. He fought extremely efficiently, and every move could bring horrific damage. He could do it all by himself.
Like a wall that never falls.
Facing the power of the Golden One, the rat people were basically shattered at a touch.
As the Lord said before, if you give old Edward enough time, he can fight from one end of the Dark Mountain to the other alone, squeezing every life he encounters without feeling any fatigue.
This is because Old Edward has a rather unique golden supernatural law: Blood Hunt.
As long as the opponent's blood is flowing, Lord Wolfsbane can continuously restore energy during the battle. This recovery is all-round. It not only allows the body and muscles to maintain quite intense exercise without causing fatigue, but can even relieve mental fatigue.
exhausted.
Through the constant stimulation of blood, old Edward has been maintained in a considerable degree of "combat stimulation".
When Murphy learned Wolf's Kiss swordsmanship before, he knew that this swordsmanship was used for group attacks, and combined with the unique power of Lord Wolfsbane, it was nonsense to try to overwhelm him with numbers. The only way to defeat old Edward was a head-on duel.
Only in one-on-one situations can the impact of blood hunting be minimized.
However, Old Edward's accomplishments in close combat were even more exaggerated than Lord Paing's. Without using the Holy Spear of Eternal Silence, the only person who could defeat him in the past thousand years was Constance, the Secret Blood Archduke who was good at psychic powers.
But what is quite darkly humorous is that Old Edward's real lifelong enemy was the Grand Duke Sarokdar of the Blood Vulture clan.
It's not because Murphy's old patriarch is more powerful than him, it's simply because Salokdar's flying ability is too buggy, and old Edward's short wings are obviously not good at fighting in the air. In short, the vicious Archduke Wolfsbane is here.
, the brass dwarves, at worst, can leave some blood descendants behind.
But as he kept killing, old Edward was the first to notice something was wrong.
In front of him, the endless number of ratmen who seemed to be killing them were retreating rapidly. Edward was sure that it was not because he was too brave that the morale of these ratmen collapsed. He saw with his own eyes that a ratman killed him with a simple bone weapon.
In front of me, but at a certain moment, he was frozen on the spot as if he was struck by lightning.
He saw the emotions flashing in the guy's small eyes, which were not too deep, and the confusion occupied most of his mind.
It seems that it suddenly doesn't know what to do, even if the enemy is right ahead.
When he saw old Edward pointing his pale bone whip at it, the latter screamed, dropped the weapon and ran away like a mouse that encountered a cat.
Old Edward was dumbfounded by this reaction.
no
Is it really okay for you to show your back when you run away?
This is the retreat tactic that a genius instructor taught you!
As Lord Wolfsbane who possesses the blood of fear, he can accurately determine that the Rat Man is indeed afraid of something, but the source of that fear is not himself.
"They're retreating! Paying."
Edward did not take away the life of the fearful one. He looked around and saw that the charging ratmen around him all showed the same situation. They were screaming and retreating. This scene made Lord Wolfsbane withdraw his fear thorn.
There is no need to fight anymore, the rat people are going to run away now that they have the advantage of surprise.
He ducked across the battlefield that had become a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and landed next to Lord Paying. He said to the Millennium Lord who was charging repeatedly on Aurora:
"Some things happened that I can't understand, but these guys seemed to get into chaos in an instant, and that fearless state of being was disappearing."
"Hold on!"
Lord Paying also noticed the problem.
He shook off the blood stained by the holy spear, rode the aurora into the sky, and looked down at the battlefield situation from the air.
Not only were the rat people in the front retreating, but the rat people in other directions were also in varying degrees of confusion.
This is definitely not a tactic!
Because the rat people retreated in different directions, there was no order or structure at all, and they were broken into eight pieces on the same spot like a smashed box. They were scurrying around like a swarm of bees, seeming to suddenly change from one place to another.
A legion with a clear purpose degenerated into a beast acting only on instinct.
It's just like.
It's like having the collar of a hound taken off, turning it into a wild dog running around.
"Hello? Hello! Lord, can you hear me?"
Just when Pa Ying was confused, the blood spar in his arms vibrated, and Murphy's slightly weak voice sounded. The Lord took out the blood spar with a sudden move in his heart, and the blood-colored light spots shaped Murphy's image in front of his eyes.
Case.
He is putting on the armor with the help of the Earl of White Mountain and the Blooddread Archduke.
Next to him were a group of giant, strange gnolls wearing Eden District security uniforms, and they were also surrounded by Transian warriors.
The Lord recognized several of the vampires with unique shapes at a glance, such as a bald vampire with his arms folded, and the giant shark's eye-catching shape was simply a face-riding output of the elegant tradition inherited by vampires, which made people look at it.
The kind that can't be forgotten at a glance.
"I broke the Skaven's mind crystal. Unless the Dusk Cultists make new crystals, they will not be able to control the Skaven.
According to my understanding of these guys, their first reaction after losing their common mental restraint is definitely to flee. The poor guys have never tasted the feeling of freedom since they were born, and the feeling of emptiness in their hearts must have frightened them.
In short, the Ratmen are no longer a problem!
Please drive away as many dwarves as possible before the gnoll army rushes into the ruins. No matter where they go, the place can no longer be defended.
The Genoa Peninsula is destined to be the next battlefield, and I’ll leave it to you.”
"Well, I understand. Thank you for everything you have done for the Brass Dwarves, Murphy. I will tell them about your heroic deeds."
The Lord nodded and took a deep breath in his heart and asked again:
"What about you? Where are you going now?"
"I have accepted the gift from the Elf Ranger General, and now I have to go support Prince Felosil, but this has nothing to do with your actions, so don't worry."
Murphy replied:
"I am contacting you not only to show my merits to you, but also to do something else. Your plan to kill the gods must be advanced immediately. Once the gnolls enter the Genoa Peninsula, the awakening of the Lord of the Hunt will be around the corner."
"I have contacted a group of strong people who are willing to contribute to the cause of peace."
The Lord said in a deep voice:
"We can set off immediately after I confirm the defense situation of Port Chardoux. Are the Wise Wolfs ready?"
"The vanguard of the Creator is arming!"
The voice of the wise wolf came from the huge black power armor beside Murphy, and Hogg replied in a sonorous tone:
"We can leave at any time."
"Very good, then wait for my news and rescue the elves' ranger army as soon as possible. Ms. Philosil is also a member of the God-Slayer. Please ensure her safety."
The Lord warned, then cut off the communication and returned to the ground.
Old Edward looked at him with a curious look, and Panyang briefly told the truth. After hearing that Murphy had taken care of the Rat Man, Lord Wolfsbane's eyes immediately narrowed.
He realized that he seemed to have underestimated the scarlet witch's pretty face, and thought about how to improve the relationship between the two parties as soon as possible.
"After things here are over, you have to go to Murphy's place."
Lord Paying took off his helmet, shook his long black hair, and said to old Edward:
"He will help you retrieve those forgotten ancient memories."
"Um?"
Old Edward was shocked, but he nodded calmly and said:
"Well, let me ask you why you have changed so much all of a sudden. Is it because your memory has been retrieved? It seems that our little Murphy is very special.
So, who will participate on behalf of the Blood Vulture Clan in this Holy Blood Seal?"
"You're thinking too far ahead, Edward."
Paying waved his hand and said:
"Let's deal with this black disaster first."
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"Avalon is on top! Forest Mother is on top!"
Somewhere in the Gorgon Pass, which had been completely reshaped by the explosion of subspace energy, the Elf Ranger General, half-kneeling on the rock, kept exclamating.
Just now, with the vision given by the Mother of the Forest, she witnessed the collapse of the Brass Fortress and the reshaping of the entire mountain pass. Even for the elves, this scene was shocking enough, and it could even be written into myths and legends.
No violation.
It is no exaggeration to say that at the moment when the entire Gorgon Pass was flattened and reshaped by the explosion of subspace power, the general even began to recall his life like a marquee before his eyes.
She knew that there was no way she could survive such a reshaping of power.
But the worst thing did not happen in the end. The mysterious creation ruins that the Ranger General found under the guidance of the Governor of Transia obviously had some special power, which protected the mountain from being destroyed in the reshaping of the earth.
It's affected, but it also makes this place very conspicuous.
After all, the land after the reshaping was completely black, and it was strange that only this mountain peak still maintained its original snow-capped appearance.
Anyone with any brains should know that there is a problem here. For example, right now, in Ms. Firosil's hunting field of view, the gnoll army on the outskirts of the Gorgon Pass is heading towards the ruins of the Brass Fortress.
Come suddenly here.
Although the mountain road is difficult to travel and the reshaping of the earth makes it even more difficult to climb, with the efficiency of the Jackals' activities in the mountains, their hiding place will be exposed to the Jackals in at most half a day.
"We can't drag it out any longer!"
Ms. Philosil made up her mind and stood up, then carried her iconic silver bow on her back and limped towards the crack under the mountain rock.
Judging from her embarrassed posture, we can tell that this lady has been injured during the safari in the past period and has not yet healed.
It is not easy to fight guerrillas in a mountainous area dominated by jackals. They are not Transians who have enough energy and knowledge to dig tunnels.
Fortunately, the elves are not alone.
Hiding here with them are the remnants of the two human expeditionary armies and the Lieyang Priest of the Songhai people. Look at this hellish situation, even forcing the enemies of the elves and the Songhai people to join forces.
Returning to the temporarily rested mountain chasm, Ms. Feilosil immediately contacted Major General Misoyan from the human side and Priest Wumeng from the Songhai people. The three embarrassed and desolate commanders gathered together, and then
Sadly, they find that under the current situation, they basically have no way out.
Although the subspace fog covering the Gorgon Pass has been completely destroyed in the previous burst of power, and nothing can stop this remnant army from breaking out, the Brass Fortress has collapsed, and the road to the Genoa Peninsula cannot be taken. Once
The jackals launched an all-out attack, and the only outcome for these people in this hellish place would be to be eaten in one bite.
The only way now is.
"We must enter the ruins immediately!"
Priest Wumeng, who was wearing a huge sun crown, pointed to the black stone steps spiraling downward behind everyone. This tall Songhai man had his lung stabbed in the previous battle. He will be seriously injured now.
It was all thanks to the blessing of the blazing sun. He coughed and said in a weak tone:
"The three priests under my command have inspected it in the past few days. I can tell you that this is a place of creation that has not yet been discovered, and the great legacy of the Creator must be stored in it.
These things are sacred objects that the Songhai people must protect, but what is more important right now is to preserve the vitality of us resisters.
We hid in it to rest for a while, and then waited for an opportunity to break out."
"But the Transnian governor warned us that this place belongs to them and that it is dangerous."
Major General Misoyan sighed unshavenly and said:
"We sent scouts in, but no one could come out. It's really dangerous inside, those walking killing machines. They are much more difficult to deal with than jackals."
"That's the Creator's guard! Not a killing machine. Watch your words, Yankee."
Priest Wumeng was very weak, but he still wanted to refute it regarding the greatness of the Creator. Then he coughed again and said:
"I have something on my body that can prevent us from being attacked by those guards, but you must listen to me. You must not touch things that you shouldn't touch after entering!"
"Why didn't you take it out earlier if you had this?"
Major General Misoyan became happy for a moment. The emotions of the Yankees were so direct. He immediately escorted Priest Wumeng into the mysterious ruins with Ms. Feilosier. Then he saw the priest taking out a rather exquisite weapon.
The device was placed on the "flash light" at the entrance to the ruins and took a photo.
The next moment, a majestic electronic sound sounded in the tunnel:
"A lower-level permission application has been detected! Identified as a third-level permission under the World Engine Protector System, and is applying for certification."
"Wait, then."
Priest Wumeng sighed and said:
"The certification of the Land of Creation always takes a while, but we Songhai people are the sons of the Creator, and we always get some preferential treatment in these matters. You humans must be more humble for a while. This is the golden age."
"Beep! Authentication failed! The defense system of the Far Traveler headquarters has been taken over by higher authority! No one else is allowed to enter this place! The defense system detects the approach of unauthorized life, and the third level defense is activated!"
In the stunned gaze of Priest Wumeng, the module of the ordinary metal door in front of him rotated, flipping out more than thirty rapid-fire guns and aiming them at their group. There was the sound of turbine rotation in the black muzzle. Maybe next time
A terrifying attack would turn these guys into gas within seconds.
"Wait! That's not the case!"
Major General Misoyan was inspired and raised his hands in a military salute without any instruction. He shouted:
"Hey, Songhai people, what's going on? Aren't you the Creator's favorite children? Is this how the Creator loves you? This 'father' of yours is really strict."
"I don't know what this is. Oh my gosh, there's probably something in there."
"Hey, the Creator's favorite child? You really want to put money on your face and just deceive others. Songhai people, don't deceive yourself too."
A cold voice interrupted Priest Wumeng's excuse. Then, in front of everyone's gaze, the closed mechanical door quietly opened, and a tall figure wearing the psychic robe of the Blood Vulture Clan walked while leaning on a snake-shaped sword at his waist.
Get out.
Ms. Lina flapped the blood wings behind her and looked down at the group of intimidated remnants in front of her. She snorted and said:
"You three commanders, follow me in! The master has just arrived here and he is waiting for you."
"Owner?"
The Ranger General asked warily:
"Who is your master?"
"You are the last person who should ask this question, elf, didn't you send a gift to ask my master to save you? What? You yourself know that the gift was too light? Haha, think of how to make up for it on the way.
Well, or to put it another way, how much do you think your life is worth?"
PS:
Thanks to the leaders of the "Whale and Blue Sky" brothers, I will add more updates next month~ The Spring Festival is over, brothers are packing up and getting ready to go to work~
