Chapter 942 941 Who wouldn’t like a generous “friend” who provides help in times of need?
Chapter 942 Who wouldn’t like a generous “friend” who helps in times of need?
The number of gnolls who escaped from the battlefield of the Crimean Fortress was very small, and even less of them returned to the swamp alive.
Before returning to the kingdom of God to deal with the harassment of the God-killers, the Lord of the Hunt gave the last order to the thugs who stormed the battlefield to attack the Wolf God: to fight to the death. The vast majority of the jackals faithfully fulfilled this mission. Those violent bastards
They are still fighting even when they are about to die.
Especially during the short period of time when the Lord of Hunting came to the material world, the leaderless jackals even launched a wave of counterattacks, so that the exhausted Su Du had to personally give blessings to encourage the warriors to fight.
However, the subsequent death of the gods had an immeasurable impact on these believers.
Especially when the scepter of God hits the Lord of Hunting, and when the body of the evil god collapses, the roar and despair are reflected in the hearts of every thug, and then the spiritual world perceived by the gods returns to a deathly tranquility.
From that moment on they no longer feel their own spirit.
Then they knew that their god was dead.
Then it's gone with a bang.
The mind that was boosted by the inspiration of the gods also fell into panic because of the dissipation of the gods. When the wild influence exerted by the Lord of the Hunt completely dissipated, the same situation as the Lord's position appeared on the battlefield in the darkness.
They collapsed.
Within minutes of the death of the Lord of Hunting, the situation on the entire battlefield was reversed.
The wolf man who was ferocious and invincible one second turned into a wild dog scurrying around with his head in his arms. He dropped his weapon and ran away without any warning. While running, he made weird noises like "Our army is defeated".
A cry of terror.
The exhausted defenders didn't even have time to chase them. They could only watch helplessly as those guys rushed into the dangerous filthy swamp in the night. However, the swamp blessed by Avalon was very hungry. This alone was doomed for those defeated troops.
end.
But no one is paying attention to those guys at this time!
The morale of the Jackals in the swamp camp near the Crimean Fortress has dropped to the extreme. In just a few hours, twenty-nine of the Bloodscar priests who used to be responsible for cheering and encouraging committed suicide. Some members of the Bloodscar clan committed suicide.
The fanatical barbarians could not accept the fact that the gods had fallen and they became crazy. Those crazy guys slashed with knives in the camp, causing waves of chaos.
However, the Overseers are not in the mood to care. The collapse of faith caused by the fall of the gods has driven the most fanatical soldiers crazy, which will most likely not be too friendly to their health if the Overseers try to appease them.
Therefore, those who were still alive, as well as the commanders with sane minds, were eagerly guarding outside the camp of Grand Overseer Xu Gesen.
Although there are rumors that the Grand Warlord has withdrawn from the battlefield early and is suspected of being a deserter, at this time, the warlords all know that it is impossible to win the central battlefield. The last and best option now is to rush
Before the defenders of the Maginot Line took the initiative to attack, they took the remaining soldiers and evacuated this hellish place in Transia.
If Xu Gesen can bring them here, he can naturally take them away. The most important thing is that the governors all know that the God's Chosen has arranged a response person in Shadow Valley in advance.
At that time, many people were secretly laughing at Xu Gesen's caution, but at this moment of despair, they realized how "scheming" their Grand Overseer was. However, Xu Gesen didn't seem to be in a good state at the moment. Three people had just entered.
The warlord wanted to ask for advice, but there was no movement when he entered.
Moreover, the smell of blood coming from the camp at this time was so frightening that the other governors were hesitant to guess what was going on inside.
They stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes, and no one could come up with an idea.
The chaos in the outer camps is gradually spreading. If no one comes up with an idea, they may collapse due to internal chaos without waiting for the Transians to come over.
They could only wait here, praying for the Grand Overseer to cheer up quickly. In this silence that was so solemn that it could crush people to death, several screams suddenly rang out from the camp, startling the Overseers, but Xu Gesen
The voice then rang.
"Come in!"
it said hoarsely.
The governors immediately looked at each other, then quickly walked into the camp.
What came into view were three corpses that were almost cut with claws and smashed to pieces like rotten flesh. They were the three people who entered the building before. They seemed to have encountered terrible beasts and were torn apart crazily after death.
The smell of blood in the camp was so strong that it made people sick, making it look like a monster's lair.
What's even more frightening is that the Great Warlord's most precious warg, Deathclaw, was also thrown in the corner of the camp without knowing whether he was alive or dead. The terrible injuries on its body looked like it was done by Xu Gesen himself.
Blanch!
Is this guy really crazy?
The warlords lowered their heads and exchanged glances quietly. Xu Gesen was the chosen one of the Lord of Hunting, and the person with the closest connection with the Lord of Hunting. Now that the gods have fallen, ordinary priests are so crazy that they commit suicide. With Xu Gesen’s close relationship with the gods,
Contact, it is normal to go crazy due to mental trauma.
"Cowardly things! What are you thinking?"
Sitting on the blood-stained red throne of the Hunting King, Xu Gesen looked like a perverted murderer. His claws were still dripping with blood, and his mane was covered with blood and minced meat, even in his mouth.
Something that makes people afraid to look directly.
Its voice was unusually cold.
It's like someone suddenly changed, leaving people at a loss as to what to do.
"Why is there so much chaos in the camp?"
It asked a question, but the governors did not dare to answer, and then heard Xu Gesen scolding with disgust:
"Go! Let those idiots calm down and find all the priests. I have something to announce."
"Yes, it is!"
Seeing that the situation was not going well, the two warlords immediately nodded and ran out to deliver the order.
They found their cronies and asked them to take people to suppress the chaos in the camp, and then sent people to summon the priests. After doing all this, the two cunning guys looked at each other, and invariably brought only their most
The trusted cronies rushed towards the location of the warg cage.
I can't stay in this damn place.
Xu Gesen has gone crazy!
The devil knows what crazy things it will do. Although it is risky to risk crossing the swamp right now, there is no time to think about a foolproof strategy. As long as you can escape back to the Dark Mountains alive, you will still have a chance to make a comeback.
But the remaining warlords were not so lucky. Xu Gesen stared at them, and his strange bloody eyes made these guys shudder.
The most important thing is that when they get close to Hugersen, their messed up hearts are refilled by a very strange power, as if they have suddenly returned from a state of panic to the full confidence they had before.
He was even more confident, and had a strange illusion that "even though the war is not going well, even though we have suffered repeated defeats, even though the gods are dead, and even though the time and place are favorable and we don't have anyone, our army will still win."
In fact, when this weird emotion appears, they have lost their last chance to leave.
"Gather your respective armies."
"Xugesen" easily conquered the minds of these cowardly guys. It waved its paws and said:
"Let's set off tomorrow, leave this swamp, and go to the battlefield on the Western Front! The progress there is going very smoothly. As long as we meet up with that Gehrman Grinding Bone in the past, everything will be fine. There is no need to worry about our future, we will be weak when we are weak.
The Genoa Peninsula established a heavenly kingdom of gnolls on earth.
Nothing to worry about!
Go, calm the minds of the warriors, and tell them my words."
The governors nodded repeatedly like puppets on strings, then turned and left to pass on the order under the gaze of "Hugesen".
The priests are still gathering, and the Chosen One sitting in the dark camp has already made up his mind. It will select new hunting elects through a large-scale divine power ceremony, and then use them as nodes to control this army that is on the verge of collapse.
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Regarding the next strategy, it did not lie.
It really intended to go to the Genoa Peninsula and continue the war there.
However, in its heart that was as cold as iron at this time, a weak voice told it:
"You can't get through, my God. Murphy has deployed a large army in the western section of the Maginot Line. With the military strength we have now, there is no way we can break through there. What's more, I have sent scouts through the Smuggler's Wood into the Cato area to conduct reconnaissance.
Pass.
The pioneering army over there is also on the alert, with hundreds of thousands of troops guarding Lake Sulpers.
It is impossible to break through that barrier with our current military strength."
"Mortal folly!"
Xu Gesen No, the spirit of the Lord of Hunting sneered and said:
"I don't need to take so many people away. I just need to get there alone. In an instant, I can reorganize an invincible army. In your words, it is a black disaster that floods the world. As for you
traitor!
Xu Gesen, I will not kill you immediately.
I will keep your dirty soul, and I will make you suffer. After I establish my kingdom, I will let you see with your own eyes how the female you have been protecting was abused to death. I will Let you watch your child being bitten to death in front of you.
how dare you!
You despicable traitor, how dare you!"
"I don't think I'm a traitor. I fulfilled everything you asked me to do perfectly. I even drew my sword on a god."
Xu Gesen is still arguing, but it sounds more like a dog's concept of begging for mercy and stealing.
The Lord of Hunting sneered at this. He didn't even bother to spend time arguing with this idiot. He closed his eyes and leaned on the uncomfortable throne, seizing the time to let his weak soul take root in this body.
He no longer wanted to think about his previous failures. He still had a chance to make a comeback.
His godhead was broken, his body was gone, and his kingdom collapsed, but he was still there, and his followers were still there, which was nothing more than walking the same path as before.
The soul will not die of old age, and it still has enough time to plan slowly.
But just a few minutes later, the Hunting Lord who was controlling this body suddenly opened his eyes, its nose moved, then stood up, grabbed Xu Gesen's warhammer in his hand, and strode away from the camp like a black streak. The shadow moved across the camp towards a certain place in the swamp, and arrived there in a few minutes like a gust of wind.
A shadow elf in a black cloak was waiting for him there. The guy held a strange chaos crystal in his hand. It was the vague subspace aura emitted by that thing that lured him here.
When the "slave owner" saw the arrival of his real master, he immediately turned around and bowed to Him with a very elegant gesture. He said:
"Dusk is at your service, Your Majesty, the great Lord of the Hunt. I am glad to see you are safe and well."
"Twilight? The bastard of original sin?"
The Lord of the Hunt sneered and said:
"Stop being pretentious. If you really wanted to help, you would have done so when we were in Mossy Valley. You just wanted to wait until I was dead and wanted to get some benefits here. For the sake of you serving a subspace shadow. , if you have something to say, say it!”
"I am simply extending my friendship to you on behalf of my organization, Your Majesty."
The slave owner was scolded but showed no anger.
He took out a delicate controller from his hand and pressed it twice. On the muddy ground behind the two of them, there was a 100-meter-long silver shuttle-type aircraft that took off its chameleon camouflage. As the hatch opened, a car was painted red. The iron can was sent out.
"A set of pioneer-level power armor from an ancient civilization."
The slave owner made a "please" gesture and said:
"This is our sincerity, Your Majesty, you need it now, whether it is revenge against Murphy or executing a strategic breakout, you need this powerful thing."
"I don't think I need it, I destroyed one easily in Mossy Valley"
"But at that time, you were still an omnipotent god, but now, you can only live in the body of a believer, so this is not a matter of your self-perception, Your Majesty, you need it!"
"You! Rude shadow elf!"
"I'm just telling the truth, Your Majesty. If it hurts your self-esteem as a god, then please forgive me for being too straightforward."
The slave owner stopped pretending and said calmly:
"You need this set of weapons, and we brought it to you. I think we can cooperate further. We have contacts all over the world. We have intelligence of this kind and that. You will need a group of loyal servants. This will be beneficial to
Your quick recovery.
On my way here, my colleague Mr. Scholar asked me to deliver a message to you.
Our organization can provide you with a more powerful 'container'. Of course we can't get the body of a god, but the body of a demigod is still negotiable."
"Um?"
The Hunting Lord looked at the slave owner with a suspicious look. After a few seconds, he asked:
"Can you really get a demigod-level container?"
"We never lie when it comes to showing our strength."
The slave owner smiled and said:
"Of course, the scholar is a man who spends every penny. He is obsessed with research in the Greenhouse of Life and currently needs some biological research data left over from the last era, and that stuff is stored in the forbidden land of this swamp.
For us weak mortals, daring to break into that place is a life-and-death experience, but for the great gods, it may be as simple as walking on flat ground.
In short, if you want to get a demigod-level container, then please complete this commission first. Don't be angry, Your Majesty, this is how we mortals make friends. We have shown sincerity, and you should return the favor.
Only in this way can the two sides come back and forth."
"It's lying to you!"
Xu Gesen’s voice sounded at this moment, dissuading:
"Don't go! That place is Murphy's secret base. He hides his power armor there. These bastards want to trick you into going over to fight with Murphy so that they can benefit. This is a trap!"
"Of course I know this is a despicable trick and I don't need you to remind me! Shut up, traitor!"
The Lord of Hunting intensified the torture of Xu Gesen's will, causing the great warlord to scream in pain, but on the surface, the evil god stepped forward and opened the armor storage tank with an expressionless face. What appeared inside was a set of blood-red armors.
Assault power armor.
Completely different from Murphy's experimental power armor, this one looks like real military supplies, simple, practical, and domineering.
In the past, the Lord of Hunting would not even look at this thing, but now
It reached out and touched the cold metal.
The other party can even use this kind of thing as a gift, which shows that they do have a lot of resources in the material world, so there is a high probability that they also have demigod-level containers. Anyway, I have a grudge against Murphy, and I have ordered a hunt for Murphy.
mark.
After all, he is a god, and he must receive it and fulfill it.
perhaps
The Evil God was thinking about agreeing, but Xu Gesen weakly retorted:
"You are stepping into a trap, I can't stop you, but you are a god, do you have such a small appetite? A set of power armor will send you away? Do you think the elf will laugh at you?"
"I can complete this commission easily."
The hunting master rolled his eyes, turned back to the slave owner and said:
"But asking a god to take action is very expensive. I want a reward worthy of my status. You want to be friends with a god but you only have such a small tribute. It is difficult for me to help you."
"So you need it?"
The slave owner seemed to have guessed the bargain and asked.
The Lord of Hunting became silent at this moment. It really didn’t want what it needed, and Xu Gesen also said weakly at this time:
"The more weapons, armor and supplies the better, let them send them directly to a place on the Genoa Peninsula. You will go there to build your heaven on earth. You can't do it without these things. Everything in this world is for you.
Words are meaningless, but your servants still need food and weapons, and simple faith cannot feed them.
money!
My god, the power of money in this world is amazing. Ask for as much as possible to prevent your army from falling into trouble in the future."
"Shut up, I have my own plan! You talkative traitor, stop showing off your poor wisdom."
The Lord of the Hunt cursed fiercely, but then conveyed Xu Gesen's request five times to the slave owner. Such a large-scale supply and weapons were almost enough to arm a hundred thousand gnolls. The huge number made the slave owner's
His expression also twitched.
This god
Damn it, when you were the Lord of Hunting, did you also work part-time as the God of Punishment? How come you are so good at living a prudent life?
"Besides, your boat looks great!"
The lion, the lord of the hunt, pointed to the silver-gray shuttle behind him and said:
"I want it and use it as my ship."
"Sorry, the boat and wife are not for sale!"
The slave owner refused:
"But if you really want it, maybe you can discuss it with Mr. Scholar. As far as I know, the shuttle assigned to him is rarely used. Of course, if you can close this order, your
We agreed to the request, my lord, are we friends now?"
"Oh, you have won the goodwill of a god, at least for now."
