605. Chapter 603 602 Warning! Warning! Meteor in transit detected

Chapter 603 602.Warning! Warning! Meteorite strike detected in transit!

Brother Woo Meow’s tactics were a huge success, which boosted the confidence of the brothers of the First Battle Regiment.

After experiencing that feeling of multiple reinforcements, even the newbies who had just entered the game a few days ago thought that the jackals in the area couldn’t help them at all.

Especially the player witch hunters joined hands to weave the hunting illusion skill more and more pure, this once unquestioned auxiliary skills in the group battle also played out the clever use of dividing the enemy, this wave can only be said to be the skills of the great improvement brought about by the increase in combat power.

However, as a commander, Brother Meow Meow was not so optimistic.

He knew that this victory was just enemy scouting and did not represent the destructive power that the Dark Mountain Jackals should have.

Therefore, after the battle technique was tied up, Brother Woo Meow barely relaxed immediately and had the players scatter more seeds into the vicinity of the highlands, making more temporary enhancements to the preferred terrain to ensure that his tactics could be successfully maintained.

In his heart, though, Woo Meow was actually holding a few fingers crossed.

More than ten days had passed since the Deathmatch, and the Jackals had dropped more than three thousand corpses on this high ground, and while most of them were miscellaneous clans, with only a quarter of the elites, the damage was horrific for a small battlefield in a high ground that was by no means a strategic location.

If the jackal commander on the other side had any brains at all, he would know that he should bypass this piece of hardcore and try to attack the Black Flame Pass from another direction.

Previously when Happy Stick’s war group was guarding this place, Brother Woo Meow observed that although the intensity of the battle had increased rapidly, the number of battles had dropped significantly, which showed that the other side had also realized the situation of this place being like a chicken rib.

Coupled with Lady Tris’ previous wave of spell deterrence, the jackals were no longer stupid enough to send people to add fuel to the fire and send them to their deaths.

If the other side wants to launch a wave of general attack is also need time to complete the assembly, then perhaps their own guard here a few days can be lucky “empty”, if that really happened, ooh meow brother night dreaming can put their own laugh dead.

And things seem to go as meow imagined, from the first day of the 300 people after the end of the battle until the next day at noon, the jackals did not come back to send.

Could it be that the other side had really given up?

Could it be that the pie in the sky really fell from the sky? It couldn’t be, could it? He, the Black Hand Clan’s Grand Chief, was actually lucky for once?
Wow, this feeling is really great.

But was it really like that?

In the temporary camp of the Tainted Claw Clan, as a guide, Popok was called into the chief’s tent, only to be greeted by the gaunt-faced, eyeless Tainted Claw Chief standing beside several grim jackals clad in priest’s cloaks.

The other party’s clothes had the emblem of the Splintered Claw Clan on them, which made Popok immediately lower his head.

It knew that the Split Claw Clan’s support had come!
The end of Blood Banner Heights had arrived.

But it couldn’t figure out what Chief Splintered Claw was calling him over for until a Jackalope-style bone knuckle staff was dropped at Popok’s feet.

“You, Popok of the Black-Eyed Clan, you have been reduced to a laughing stock throughout the Splintered Claw Clan for your foolish command and ridiculous failures, and your cunning father is ashamed of you. If you are truly a pure-blooded jackal of noble birth, you should know that you need to do something now to wash away the shame you have brought to the Black-eyed Clan.

I will give you a chance, Popok.”

Chief Tainted Claw said in a grim tone as he sat in his chair:

“I have prepared an army of 1,000 men for you, you are now the oriented barbarian commander of Blood Banner Heights, now, take this sectional staff and lead your army forward to Blood Banner Heights, and with the last of your courage lead your soldiers in a charge there!
Myself and several powerful priests of the Splintered Claw Clan will command the casters to assist you in the rear.

Once the damned heights are leveled, your shame will be washed away and your father and your clan will be proud of you.

Now, go.

I ask only one thing of you, no turning back! Charge all the way through.”

“Blanch!”

Popok’s heart was shocked in vain, it knew that the other party was going to use it as cannon fodder.

As a young jackal who worshipped the King of Biting Bones, it had heard the story of the King of Biting Bones attacking the Black Flame Mountain Pass from the clan’s elders when it was a child.

In that story, the warriors under the King of Biting Bone’s command had bravely killed their way into the enemy’s position to attract the other side’s army, and just as the two sides were in the middle of the battle, a meteorite called out by the King of Biting Bone’s own order smashed onto the battlefield.

The jackal warriors who went to kill the enemy and their enemies were buried there forever, and the Black Flame Pass that was defended by layers of defense was also broken through the turtle shell that night, and then completely fell into the hands of the jackals in less than ten days afterwards.

Summoning meteorites was the specialty of the Splintered Claw Clan’s group of psychic priests, and right now it was obvious that they were going to let themselves bait the enemy.

The young jackal’s heart was bitter, but it knew that he had no power to oppose, once he resisted here, his head would become a “prop” used by the Chief of the Tainted Claw to motivate morale in a few minutes.

Damn it!

The grimy bastard had kept himself until now, probably for this very moment.

“What are you still standing there for? Why don’t you go organize your army?”

Chief Tainted Claw said slyly.

Bobok gritted his teeth and picked up the sectional staff on the ground, then strutted out with a wave of anger, this rude behavior made a cold light flicker in the eyes of the Tainted Claw Chief, but it eventually forgave Bobok.

What was the point of fighting with a dead man himself?
“Level the Transylvanian heights, and the road to the Black Flame Pass will be smooth.”

In the chief’s camp, Chief Tainted Claw whispered:

“But the defense of that position is horrible, the digging of the dog-heads under the ground can’t be hidden from the earth priests of the dwarves as long as they are close, so how how can our great mother in chief take it?”

“Certainly not by letting your clan go as cannon fodder, Tainted Claw, lay down your heart, the Great Mother is always generous to her own.”

An old Splintered Claw priest responded:

“The Lord Mother has prepared powerful weapons for this battle, and we’re still ‘persuading’ the diehard Plague Clan to join us; once that clan, which specializes in controlling the undead, is at our disposal, then breaching the Black Flame Pass will be as easy as pie.

I’ve heard that those stupid humans and vampires have buried the bones of those who died there in the last Black Plague under the earth, and made graves for those so-called ‘warriors’.

Oh, what a way to get yourself killed.”

“But the Plague Clan doesn’t bow down that easily.”

Chief Tainted Claw frowned and said:
“I have some friendship with old Torn Flesh, that guy would rather defect to the Bone Biting Clan than respond to the goodwill of the Sovereign Mother, and now that Torn Flesh has disappeared, its clansmen are just as stubborn as it is.”

“That’s not something you and I need to focus on, Tainted Claw, let’s first pull down that stronghold that has disgraced us Jackals.”

Old Priest Splintered Claw said in a somber tone:
“As you requested, we have prepared legion level spells, the War Meteorite spell used to destroy fortresses in days gone by will now be used on that tiny plateau, and as soon as you give the order, that place will be completely crushed in a matter of minutes.

But I can’t understand why we have to send more than a thousand people to die?”

“Those aren’t our people.”

Tainted Claw said casually:

“Those were routed soldiers who had fled back from a previous failed attack, men from some small clan that no one cares about, even the Whiptail Clan doesn’t want them! The lives of losers mean nothing in the Dark Mountains, weeding out these cowards is what will make the Jackals great again.

Besides, the orders of the Master Mother were that she wanted the spoils of war in Transylvania and on the continent to be enjoyed exclusively by the Split Claw Clan and the vassal clans.

I am merely obeying the Lord Mother’s orders.”

“You’re just letting off steam.”

The old priest said cavernously:
“Your clan suffered heavy losses, so you wish for the same bad luck to land on others, Tainted Claw, and it’s not for nothing that the Sovereign Mother hates you. Your heart is simply as narrow and vicious as a rat’s, and it limits your accomplishments.”

“Say what you will, I’m loyal anyway, the Master Mother will see my contribution, gentlemen, go get ready, I’ll join you in a few minutes.”

Chief Tainted Claw gave his expulsion order and several Splintered Claw Priests left the tent, with only Tainted Claw left, the grim and lost jackal chief pulled the peculiar pendant from around his own neck.

It stared at the pendant, and after a long silence, it said:

“As per your orders, Lord Gen, this great land is now filled with fresh corpses and desperate suffering, so may I ask, what shall I do next?”

“Wait.”

Gen’s cold voice came out of the pendant as she said:

“Activate what I gave you once the Splintered Claw Clan enters the Black Flame Pass, use the despair and agony accumulated in the Blood Banner Heights as the key to awaken the sleeping undead beneath the Black Flame Pass, the endless hatred that pours out from the ground will tear apart everything on the battlefield, and the arrogant and haughty Splintered Claw Master Mother will perish in the process.

The clans she left behind will be yours to control, and the path to Transylvania will open.

I have prepared everything for you in the city of Sicor, Splintered Claw, you will be the guide for the army of the Underworld, and I want you to lead the dead through the Scarlet Fortress, kill Murphy, and destroy the Blood Wyvern Clan once and for all.

But no harm will be done to Lord Tris.

Of course, it’s impossible to harm her with your pathetic abilities.

The Scarlet Witch has strayed from her destiny, and you are the cards I have played to bring her back.”

“I can’t understand it, but I won’t try to.”

Chief Tainted Claw whispered:
“I’m just curious, how many other guys like me are there in Clan Splintered Claw?”

“Not as few as you think.”

Gen’s voice faded as she said:
“But if you succeed, you’re the only one. Embrace the twilight, Malefactor, and you will have everything you desire in your journey of destruction.”

Tainted Claw sneered.

It didn’t believe Gen’s promise, but it had nothing to lose by trying. As a former member of the Splintered Claw clan, it knew that the narrow-minded Splintered Claw matriarch didn’t like it before she kicked it out of the clan nominally giving herself a weak clan to rule over, and that was horribly humiliating, but it didn’t matter.

What was there to be angry about with a dead man himself? —
“Oooh meow brother! The jackals are charging again, and this time there are a lot of them, densely packed.”

In the afternoon, the student party quickly brought news.

Brother Woo Meow immediately appeared on the post, and he had Smoke Sang inflict an Eagle Eye spell on himself, and could clearly see another large group of Jackals wailing at the edge of the engagement zone as they surged into position.

But this time their formation was very scattered and unorganized.

“How does this feel like another motley group? Apart from the large numbers, there’s no sense of oppression brought about by the elite units at all, is this the development team feeling that the previous fight was too bad, so they’ve toned down the intensity of the battle?”

Brother Woo Meow spat out a sentence, and next to him, Smoke Sang filled his shotgun with gold-burning slugs and said:
“It’s possible that the development team secretly changed the process, specifically giving us a batch of stragglers so that we can brush up on our support scores, how many scores are there now?”

“Counting the accumulation from the last rotation settlement and that previous battle, and excluding the summoning of Ms. Dorothy and the Blood Rat Slayers, there’s a little over 2000 left now.”

Brother Woo Meow replied:

“I was planning on summoning Maxim as a T again, but it turned out to be so quiet this time, I thought I’d save up a bit more and just summon a Gold One to help us lay down a win like Old Stick did. Right now this battle will definitely be enough after the fight, and it’ll also open the eyes of the brothers to see the battlefield performance of the other Golders.

How about we summon Lord Heather.”

“I think Spider Woman Velanther is a bit more suitable, not only can she fight but she’s also fierce and hot, a great addition to morale, trust me! Summoning her is definitely right.”

Smoke Sand whistled and squeezed:

“So I’ll take someone to hold the high ground?”

“Well, go ahead and watch out for the vampire vines.”

Woo Meow waved his hand and leapt off the post himself, channeling the Divine Art of Natural Enlightenment to completion again, allowing the players in the trenches to feel that power added to their bodies once more.

Like a carbon copy of yesterday’s battle, the witch hunters opened up the hunting illusions, quickly splitting the jackals that had swooped into position in a surge of visions.

Brother Woo Meow rushed up with his axe and killed several Jackals, he frowned as he looked at these guys and felt that there was something wrong, there wasn’t even an elite among these guys, they were all normal template Jackals!
Why does it feel wrong?

In a hidden place nearly a thousand meters away from the Blood Banner Heights, Chief Tainted Claw stared indifferently at the area wrapped in hunting illusions in the distance, behind him, more than twenty Splintered Claw Clan’s Voodoo Priests had already begun to invoke their psychic energies, and the guidance of the Legionary Level City Breaking Meteorite Spell had already begun.

The high-quality earth crystals that had been gotten from the goatmen of the Abyssal City were being consumed as spell casting materials, and a meteorite in the astral realm that was entwined with foul energy was being pulled into the material world.

“Today’s spiritual energy is unexpectedly active.”

Behind Chief Tainted Claw, the old priest who had rebuked it earlier said:

“It seems as if fate is expecting a massacre as well.”

“‘Fate’ is not what we Jackals call it, Your Excellency, you seem to have learned too much from the civilized camp, and Lord Mother Splinterclaw does not like such ‘wisdom’.”

Splinterclaw returned indifferently as it said:
“In the name of the Lord of the Hunt, put an end to this distasteful tug of war.”

“As you wish, hoo hoo hoo.”

The spell-casting bone staff in the old priest’s hand swung forward amidst the jackal’s underhanded laughter.

Several spells behind him were stimulated at the same time, and the originally gloomy sky seemed to have been torn open in this instant as if it had been torn apart by a rift, a meteorite wrapped in purple flames smashing down with precision towards the direction of the Blood Banner Heights.

This scene was quickly observed by the position at the Black Flame Mountain Pass, and a few seconds before the meteorite spell was released, Tris, who had sensed the disturbance in the spiritual energy, had already flashed to the high altitude with Murphy.

“The highlands are finished!”

Tris said sternly:
“That’s the War Meteorite spell used to attack the fortress, these Jackals are really crazy! To actually use it to attack a barren highland where there’s nothing!”

“No, there are their enemies there, our warriors. Pick up Dorothy and the girls! Hurry!”

Murphy’s eyes were filled with an icy cold light.

He had also anticipated that the Deathmatch would be terminated early due to an accident, but he really hadn’t expected that a small piece of high ground would actually have to withstand the bombardment of a full five Sublime Meteorites.

As Tris cast her spell, just at the moment when the meteorites were only a few hundred meters away from the ground, Dorothy, who was still raising her head in the hunting illusion to look at the sky in despair and muttering, was wrapped up in a ball of scarlet streaming light.

She knew that this was someone trying to pull her out of her desperate situation, and the moment she disappeared she quickly snapped her eyes and hands on the two subordinates beside her.

But the rest of them were truly helpless.

In the battlefield just cut over a jackal brother tilted his head, his wide serious reflection of the meteorite overhead is getting closer and closer, this moment he stopped thinking, a thousand words into a sentence “throw you Rem”.

Shit!
Can this still be played like this?

And in the highland sentry tower, in the background of the falling meteorite, Mrs. Water is embracing with her husband, and old Huo picks up the sinking fish who is still tilting his head to check it out and runs to the outside of the highland, if we don’t care about the meaning of this destructive scene, the composition of this scene alone seems to be legendary enough.

“Boom.”

The terrifying shaking of the ground represented a meteorite falling.

A single glance made Brother Woo Meow’s First Battle Group lose a third of its people, the battlefield area was that big, even if the small players ran with all their lives, it was impossible to escape the impact zone before the meteorite smashed down, this time the meta-meteorite wasn’t just about smashing down and impact damage.

Its accompanying Astral Spiritual Energy and Tainted Fire would also cause serious damage to the mind and body.

The second, the third, until the fifth meteorite smashed into the ground, everything in the area was as riddled with holes as if it had been touched by a bear’s hand, the terrain that had been remodeled with all its might had been pitted, and the Blood Banner Heights .
There was no longer any high ground, it had become an impact crater.

All the glory, all the shame, all the anger and joy had been crudely buried in this way.

The First Regiment was almost completely wiped out except for a few vampires who could fly and react quickly enough, and along with them were over a thousand Jackal cannon fodder that had been sent into battle.

The entire Black Flame Pass fell silent at this moment.

Lord Heather smashed his favorite pipe hard on the ground and cursed a vulgar dwarven expletive, and Rod and Master Qin, who were observing the battlefield from high above, also looked at each other in dismay, this kind of change was unexpected by the real-world commanders in any case.

At Master Qin’s side, the old necromancer Baldwin shook his head and said in a mute voice:

“You guys have really pissed them off.”

Those elf rangers who were the most indifferent before were instead the ones who reacted the fastest, and a few wind vultures had already taken off with air cavalry ready to check out the situation over there, but just as the elf riders took off, a female elf suddenly shouted out:
“Nope! Look over there! There’s someone else there!”

“Huh?”

The cry made Murphy and Tris turn around at the same time.

With the smoke and dust being blown away by the gusty winds from the meteorite-struck heights, on the broken earth that was still burning with the tainted fire, right in the middle of the original Blood Flag heights’ present-day trap, a figure huddled there was struggling to get up.

It was nothing short of a miracle!
The area around that plateau had been hit by three meteorites in a row, and even the Golden One couldn’t have remained unharmed.

Thirty year old Smoke Sang looked at the broken rocks and the terrifying meteorite impact crater around himself with a frightening heart, this old man was really frightened by that scene just now, but a layer of emerald green shimmering light like an eggshell was lingering around his body to protect him.

He was also a member of the Big Bird Corps, the others had all learned divine arts and he himself had his own crushing skills.

As a scout, his attack power was really crotch pulling and his defense was terrible, so in order to keep himself from somehow being killed off, he purposely chose a rather strange skill when he was learning Divine Arts.

Avalon Divine Art – Nature’s Shelter: while this Divine Art is in effect, the user can transfer all damage he or she receives onto a plant within twenty feet of his or her circumference, and the user will not receive any damage until that plant dies.

Smoke Sang was only thankful in this instant that he was in the middle of a large swath of vampire vines that had been hyped and had split enough when the meteorite came down, otherwise there was no way he could have survived.

In the dead silence of the battlefield, Smoke Sang climbed out of the impact crater with great difficulty.

He was like a person who woke up in the era of the wasteland, staring dazedly at the battlefield where there was no one else but himself, and just a short distance away, Brother Woo Meow’s Legendary Battle Axe was stuck in the ground in a desolate position, and the commander of the first regiment was already dead and gone.

He also saw in the distance, beyond the engagement zone, the unit of Tainted Claw Jackals that was charging over.

Smoke Sang knew he was finished.

But his heart was filled with anger and resentment for a moment, these fucking jackals are not moral! You do not just want this flag? If I’m still here, you won’t be able to get it!
So in the silent gaze of many, Smoke Sang rudely spat at his feet, took out the object he was protecting in his arms, grabbed a broken spear and put it on, then held it up high.

In the next instant, Chief Tainted Claw, who had lost interest in the battlefield, rose in anger.

In its eyes at the end of the battlefield that had been leveled to the ground, a lone Transylvanian was holding that damned blood flag aloft still in ruins of doom, waving in that purple demonic flame.

It was almost like a provocation.

The damn blood flag that had humiliated the Jackals was still there! That flag that was dyed red with the blood of the Jackals was still there!
Blanch!
Can’t even a meteorite destroy it?
All the Jackal priests behind Tainted Claw showed their shock, even the old priest rounded his cloudy eyes, what the hell is going on with these Transylvanians and them? Is this the same Transylvanians who were attacked four times by the Black Plague, and each time were killed by the berserk Jackals as pigs?
It’s not right!
It shouldn’t be scripted like this!
“Charge!”

Tainted Claw almost squeezed out this voice from between its teeth, its malicious eyes were covered with blood in this instant, it staggered and shook off the adjutant who tried to assist it, it stared dead at the bloody flags flying on the battlefield.

As if at this moment the only thing left in the world was it and the flag that seemed to be outputting on its riding face.

It cursed:

“Charge over! Tear him alive! I command you. I’ll kill him myself! I’ll kill him myself. I’ll poof!”

“Oh no, the chief is vomiting blood. Somebody help!”

(End of chapter)