429.Chapter 427 426 O Holy Light on High! These undead deserve a

Chapter 427 426.O Holy Light be upon you! These undead deserve a fight!
“WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.”

A sound as drawn and shrill as the howling of a dark night ghost resounded from above the black firmament, followed by meteorites wrapped in psychic flames dragging their long tails from the sky.

It was like a torch that crossed the sky and finally smashed into the ground with destruction and impact, and the violent vibration represented the final moment of the outpost that was organizing a counterattack in front of them and the soldiers therein.

This meteorite spell was thrown very ruthlessly and accurately, except for a group of Pathfinder Legion hunters who had already rushed into the position and started to fight with the Skeleton Army, the sentry guards stationed here were almost completely wiped out under the impact of the boulders and flames.

This was not to blame for their carelessness.

After all, no one would have expected a group of jackals to be able to use such a complex psychic spell.

Although East Prussia was close to Transylvania and had the scourge of jackals locally, before seeing the difference between the Dark Mountain jackals and the local jackals with their own eyes, even the elite that Marshal Loren had personally trained lacked the experience to deal with these exotic and ferocious people.

Not to mention these young soldiers, even Marshal Loren, a half-dwarf who was almost seventy years old, had never experienced the Black Scourge, so theoretically, their experience in dealing with the Black Scourge wasn’t even as good as that of the half-crippled Blood Vulture Clan.

The leader of the jackal warlocks, Plague Tooth, rode on his own wolf and looked indifferently at the faraway outpost that had been routed and set ablaze.

The wolf at his hip was already agitated by the smell of blood, but Plague Tooth himself didn’t think much of the skirmish in front of him.

If he had to say anything, the silent jackal would probably think that the humans of the plains were so fragile that they could be crushed by a low-level meteorite spell without any astral psychic enhancement.

Perhaps humans have the same “breed distinction” as the jackals?
After all, in the Dark Mountains, it had also fought with the human servants under the Blood League Knights, and those nimble, silent, and cunning people had made them suffer in every action and confrontation.

“No wonder a fool like Ken Potter can gather a large army in Transylvania, the human forces outside the Dark Mountain Range are as weak as the legends say, just like the fresh meat after cracking open the rind.”

The “mouth substitute” beside Plague Tooth, that is, the jackal warlock who was blind in one eye, poured some kind of strange-tasting alchemical liquid into his mouth to restore his psychic energy.

It was the one who released the meteorite that sealed the victory of the encounter just now.

It stared ahead at those last lone troops surrounded and consumed and annihilated by the skeleton army and said in a cruel tone:

“These guys will make fine fodder, Plague Tooth, we can mold a true sea of undead here! Don’t even need support from Plague Town, maybe we can take down all of East Prussia for Chief Torn Flesh alone!”

“Hmph!”

Plague Tooth made a sound from its nostrils, representing its disgust and opposition to this terrible idea, and in a psychic vibration its thoughts were transmitted to the hearts of the warlocks beside it.

Chief Torn Flesh’s orders were not to take down East Prussia!
The Chief’s request to them was to destroy the Transylvanian arsenal and barracks, they had simply borrowed East Preuss and accidentally encountered this roadblocking outpost again.

Plague Tooth had lost interest in the inevitable development of the battlefield before him.

With a wave of its hand, the entire formation of the Skeleton Army immediately turned to cross over the destroyed outpost and continued to sprint forward along the map that Hogg had provided them with.

Well, there was a border village up ahead, so it was just the right place to use to rest for a few hours to mold more fresh corpse servants, and then break through this section with a bang.

All of this was watched by Chief Hogg, who was hiding nearby, and the cunning Bloodclaw Chief’s eyes rolled fast, and after the warlocks swaggered away from the battlefield with their elite skeleton army, it casually grabbed one of the guarded hunters beside it, and whispered into its ear:
“You! Go pick a few wounded soldiers who are still alive, give them some potions to keep them alive, and terrorize them into asking for help! Do it smart, and when you’re done you go straight back to the woodlands.”

“Okay Chief, leave it to me.”

This jackal hunter nodded frantically.

Thanks to Hogg’s “high requirements” for his clan members in terms of intelligence, his clan was full of “smart people”, and almost without Hogg’s explanation, this hunter knew his mission and mounted his wolf and rushed out with a short body and a furtive eye. The hunter knew his mission without much explanation.

The hunters and brutes that Hogg brought with him were all his “beloved ones”.

Although these guys were not necessarily as close to humans as Hogg, they were all very dissatisfied with the arrogant attitude of the jackals in the Dark Mountains.

This is destined that these guys will never put their own hot faces on other people’s cold asses when choosing sides.

Hogg, who was riding on his wolf, was hanging far behind the large troop, and was ready to bolt when he saw something bad, knowing that all of this was in Lord Murphy’s plan.

And in this action, belongs to its role has gradually into the end, at any time you can kill back to the smuggler’s woodland to eat a box lunch with chicken legs.

But Hogg obviously does not intend to leave just like that.

It touched the whip marks on its face, and bared its canine teeth at the corner of its mouth to reveal a ferocious expression, “Hey, did you enjoy the whip just now?

It’s fine if you had a good time.

Next, it’s time for this chief to have a good time.
—
“What did you say?”

In Transylvania’s Goldfinch temporary barracks, Colonel Fraser, who had just returned here from Fort Scarlet, was shaken from his sleep, and while he was still a bit dazed, he heard an anxious-faced communications soldier tell him a terrible piece of bad news.

This directly dispelled all of Frazier’s sleepiness and made him jump up from his marching bed.

“A force of jackals has entered East Prussia and destroyed three of our outposts and two villages? Where did that news come from? Is it accurate?”

The colonel’s stern questioning caused the communications soldier to subconsciously straighten his back as he reported loudly:

“The news was sent back by witch hunters patrolling the Transylvanian border, who saw with their own eyes the burning battlefields on the other side of the border and the skeleton armies walking through the fog of war.

The witch hunters didn’t cross the border rashly but sent the news back to the Adventurer’s Guild, and their president, Ms. Natalie, forwarded the information to the Pathfinder Fortress and our side under the order of Governor Murphy.

Your Excellency Colonel, Marshal Loren may have already made his move.”

“The attacked town of Marlowe is twice as far from the Pioneering Fortress as it is from us! There’s no way for the Marshal to organize immediate support even if he knew about it.”

Fraser’s mind was loaded with the layout of the entire East Prussian Front, he scanned the map and chortled while wearing his jacket:

“The area where the jackals are breaking through was previously guarded by the border guards, and the soldiers there were drafted over but are still short on manpower despite being supplemented by Pathfinder Legion recruits. The military fort that the marshal built near there is still unfinished, and they lack fire suppression much less any experience in fighting the undead!
Worst of all, there is the terminal of the steam railroad being built in Banks City over there, where there are many unarmed workers and civilians, once they are surrounded by the Skeleton Army, they will be quickly defeated.

Those damn dogs really picked a good spot.

Gather the officers immediately!

We have to get back to help immediately, from here to the battlefield it’s almost flat going through the Andromeda hills, we can get there before the situation deteriorates to the worst”

“Colonel! The order to open up the fortress!”

A second communicator shouted as he rushed into the tent just as Colonel Fraser was constructing a course of action in his head:

“Marshal Loren ordered us to rush to the conflict battlefield immediately to maintain the battle line, the cavalry of the Pathfinder Legion has already departed, but it will take them at least six hours to reach the battlefield. According to the real-time information provided by the marshal, the brothers of the Seventh Regiment have already exchanged fire with the Jackal Warlocks and the skeleton army under their command.

But there were too many new recruits in that regiment.

They wouldn’t necessarily be able to withstand the onslaught of the Jackals or fight for six hours, and once they were routed, the road to the Banks City line would no longer be obstructed.

There are a whole two hundred thousand men in that city!”

“There’s no need to say more, immediately blow the horn and gather the soldiers to prepare for departure.”

Fraser’s face was as heavy as water as he decisively gave the order.

Only after the communication soldier went ahead to pass on the order did he reveal a hint of worry in the tent.

From the current information, the numbers of the Jackals weren’t too much even if they were added to the Skeleton Army, but the route they chose to break through was really tricky, and it just so happened that they punched the Pioneer Legion in the most vulnerable area of their deployment. This directly led to Marshal Loren, who had recently been focusing on building the East Prussian Fortress Complex, being caught off guard.

Could this situation really all be explained by the cunning and luck of the Jackal Warlocks?
Fraser narrowed his eyes.

He felt that this matter revealed a sense of wrongness inside and out, and the intelligence organization skills required for this kind of precise raid operation didn’t seem like something the Jackals could possess.

“Ding.”

At that moment, the computing pearl in Colonel Fraser’s hand made a light vibration, and he looked down to see that the communication request came from a woman he had labeled “Miss Beverly”, which he was a little resistant to.

After a second of deep breathing, the Colonel activated the communication, and Consul Miriam’s tired, businesslike voice rang out:
“I have just received the battle report from the front line, and considering that the Pathfinder Legion and Transylvania have now reached a nominal alliance, we can provide a fast-moving force to rush to the battlefield on the border of East Prussia if you need it.

The supernumerary sequence of the Kademan People’s Army, codenamed ‘Knights of the Riptide’, has nearly three hundred men ready to go, and the Witch Hunter Rangers on the border have already mobilized as well.

They are located in stations closer to where the battle is taking place than you are, and they can arrive at the battlefield within three hours if they are given permission to do so.”

“This is a housekeeping matter for the Kingdom of Goldfinch, Lady Consul.”

Colonel Fraser responded in the same businesslike tone:

“We can take care of these minor inconveniences, so we won’t need your help.”

“Did you make this irrational decision out of personal face or the face of the Pathfinder Legion?”

Miriam sighed:

“You guys have no knowledge of the Jackal Plague Warlock’s battle tactics, and you don’t know anything about the Skeleton Army’s exponentially growing combat patterns, so just filling it with human lives will only lead things to a worse direction.

In addition, you don’t have to worry about how this will affect the Pathfinder Legion and your face, because the current combat commander of the Riptide Knights is none other than Ms. Becky.

She is a Knight of the Goldfinch Kingdom, and it’s only logical that she can bring her friends to join the battle in defense of her country.”

“Huh?”

The colonel was truly surprised now.

He asked rhetorically:

“How did Bikki join Transylvania’s army? She clearly ah, I see, was it the influence of Lord Kudel? That sure sounds logical.

Well.

If they can indeed enter the battlefield within three hours, then I can give the Riptide Knights temporary authorization.”

“Well, a sensible and correct choice.”

Miriam gave an appreciative sigh, and before hanging up the communication, she said:

“Also about the other night, I apologize to you for my failure to control my emotions, Your Excellency Colonel, it was a truly undignified response at the time. I have to thank you for helping me get the Beverly family inheritance back, but the problem is that I can’t accept another inheritance claim from the Anjou region when I’m already a Baron of Transylvania at the moment.

No matter what kind of story that Baron Beverly and my mother had in the past .
To be honest, I don’t care about that anymore.

Therefore I formally entrust you, as the sole heir of Lady Cynthia, to help me dispose of that fiefdom and family assets in Nantes with full authority.

If this can make your heart that was hurt by me feel relieved, then I will gift those things to you as a gift for when you and Miss Becky get married.”

“I do not wish to discuss this with you, especially at this time.”

Fraser rebuffed decisively:

“Please understand, Consul, I am a soldier! And I’m in the middle of a war, and I have more important things to do than discuss my children’s affairs.”

The opposite party was silent for a few seconds and said softly:
“Well, then, good luck with your flag.”
—
“What the what? Why did the transfer order come so quickly, huh? Why is there a vicious legion of jackal undead on the borders of East Prussia? And why are we being mobilized to support it?”

In the still-unbuilt barracks of “Fort Riptide” near the Andromeda Hills Arsenal, Raven Knight, who had been woken up by the ear-piercing emergency call, was putting on her armor with her hands and feet while screaming to her best friend Bikki, who was sleeping in her bunk:
“And can this damn midnight rally call be changed! Where do these otherworldly people get this bad habit? They have to do it every two or three days! Can’t people sleep anymore?”

“Hey, I think it’s fine, the habit of night battles needs to be developed as soon as possible, this is our proper Order, Raven!
Don’t complain, you coward.

There’s a battle to be fought now.”

Compared to the Raven Knight who had a bellyful of wakefulness, Bikky-sama would be so excited that her eyes would light up.

She had come to the Knights of the Riptide to become one of them for quite some time now, and she had been helping Tepal and Uncle Fording train these enthusiastic but reckless otherworldly warriors to become true knights.

Even though they were poorly grounded, they were really good at learning and were really superb learners.

From not being able to ride a horse well to now being able to set up a mounted lance and charge in style in less than ten days, it’s almost as if they’re all knightly geniuses.

As for why the jackals suddenly appeared on the border.
Miss Becky didn’t even want to think about it!

She only wanted to kill kill kill right now, in the words of the knight recruits under her command, she didn’t know where she was, she didn’t know where she was going, and she didn’t know why she was here.

All she knew was that she was going on a killing spree!
The same emotion also appeared among the members of the Riptide Knights who had been gathered urgently, it would be dark night in Transylvania as opposed to reality which happened to be daytime, and almost all of the Knights who were fully online had rushed back as fast as they could after receiving the orders and quest prompts.

When Becky and Livin rushed over with a group of family knights, Tepal and Uncle Fodin were already doing “pre-war mobilization”.

Still familiar with the crate, still familiar with the left hand clenched fist speech posture, a full armor of Tepal in the back of the two NPC cavalry under the arch of the Riptide flag, to the front of the small players full of war intent shouted:
“Brothers of the Knights of the Riptide! I have received intelligence support from the Phantom Intelligence Bureau, and I have determined that our target for this night’s battle is a group of evil Jackal Warlocks and their insane army of undead skeletons!

I can’t guess if this is fate, but there’s no doubt that the first enemy the Riptide Knights, inherited from the Knights of the Silver Hand, will face head-on in this hot land belonging to the Holy Light will be the vicious Undead Scourge!
I have to admit!

This is the will of the Holy Light!
He asks us Knights of Valor to purify with blazing pure Holy Light! To guard! To save the innocents who are suffering from the plague of heaven.

Even if the power of the Holy Light is not manifested on this earth, it is a test of faith and duty!

Like the story of Lord Uther and Alsatia, like the beginning of Lord Frodeen’s Silver Dawn, like the heroic epics of countless warriors who set foot in the Icecrown Citadel.
Brothers!
The legend that belongs to Fort Riptide and to us will truly begin tonight!
In the name of the Holy Light, let us go! And let the fiery will of the Holy Light descend upon this land!”

You have to say, Tepal, a normally sensible guy, would always explode with an amazing talent for preaching after the heat of the moment got to him, making him, an administrative professional, explode with a bit of bravado even at this moment.

At his call, the knight players rolled onto their horses one by one.

They were dressed in uniform chain armor with furious fist robes, and there were also NPC escorts following behind with war flags. Although the Riptide Battle Armor ordered from the Xavier family had not yet arrived, the scene of more than three hundred knights going out to battle in front of their eyes made the villagers in this village, who had been woken up and ran to watch the fun, unable to help but burst out into bursts of cheers.

The Transylvanians loved battles, and they loved these elements related to battles.

Although it wasn’t the winged cavalry that made the locals the most proud, this mighty group of knights at the moment was still bluffing at least in terms of selling their looks.

“Crap, are we new recruits going to go to war this way?”

Marin, the arcane master in the group, grabbed a staff and spat at Patton, the ranger captain beside him:
“If this is all over, won’t it be a repeat of the fall of the Silver Hand?”

“Bah! Can’t you say something fucking nice?”

(End of chapter)