Chapter 793: Baffert’s Servant: Secondly, Bullying Us for Not Having a Queen

Chapter 791 790.Baphomet Servant: secondly, bullying us for not having a backstage, right? -New Year’s Day Plus [2330

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“How much longer will it take to cross the swamp?”

Two days after the Baphomet Canyon position was destroyed, in the filthy swamp, Colonel Fraser, who was marching with his soldiers, tiredly yawned and asked his adjutant Major Renault, who glanced at the map and gestured a two.

The latter looked at the map and gestured a two, indicating that it would take at least two more days to reach the Maginot line.

Major Renault was not a silent character, but he really didn’t want to talk right now.

Young commanders from the general’s family are generally very concerned about their appearance, but after a series of fierce battles, not to mention Major Reynolds, even the noblest of the nobility, Fraser, has become a “battlefield veteran”.

He no longer seeks to dress neatly, even his beard has not been taken care of for several days, and his hair is also messy and looks like a disheveled young man.

But in contrast, the colonel always put his weapon in the nearest place, to ensure that he can be the first time to draw his sword at any time to fight, the gun is always loaded with bullets and more and more lethal shots, his bearded face dotted with a pair of vigilant as a pair of eagle’s eyes, the once vigorous has been sharpened into a deeper steadiness in this war.

Perhaps the Colonel’s majesty once came from his birth and position, but now the prestige he enjoyed in the army behind him came directly from commanding and fighting in hundreds of battles, large and small.

Even his personal strength had changed.

Once upon a time Fraser did not seek personal strength, but the tyranny of the Black Plague forced him to pick up a martial art, and although it was no match for the exaggerated rate of progress of the foreigners, after several brushes with death, Colonel Fraser could also feel his fighting skills advancing to a higher level.

According to his guards, perhaps in another month, the Colonel would be able to start preparing for the Silver Trials.

This was not an exaggeration.

He grew up with an excellent foundation and the intensity and frequency of battles during this time was unimaginable for a soldier in a peaceful era, getting a breakthrough under the pressure of life and death was not surprising, but compared to the improvement of his personal strength, Fraser was now paying more attention to the next onslaught that his own army and his own country would have to face in the Black Calamity.

This matter had been placed in his mind to give him no peace, and he had already decided that he had to make a trip to Cato after arriving at the Maginot defense line to talk to his own father face to face.

His own soldiers were also in desperate need of rest, their morale was already low.

The consecutive abandonment of the Phantom Valley and the Nord position, despite the fact that they were meant to preserve the living forces, were two unmitigated defeats for the ordinary soldiers who had trouble glimpsing the whole picture, leaving them all pessimistic about the future of the war.

“Reynolds, pass the order down that everyone gets a commendation upon arrival at the defense line and rest in groups, and I will apply for a special allowance to be used for the soldiers’ entertainment during the rest period.”

Fraser said to his adjutant:

“I have a friendship with Boss Huo of Hidden Treasure Bay and can ensure that the soldiers are treated the best there, but only if we get to the defense line in a day.”

“Colonel, the soldiers are very tired, this will be another forced march for fear of…”

Major Reynolds was a little worried, but Fraser waved his hand and said:

“Look around, Reynolds.

The Transians have turned the entire swamp into a hunting ground of death, the traps we can see are just bait laid out in plain sight, I’m certain that every part of this swamp hides dangerous things that devour life, can’t you feel it?

After we entered the swamp, there has been a strange will watching us.

This swamp is coming to life.
I’ve heard those Avalonians say that it’s been blessed by the gods of nature, I’m not quite sure what’s going on here but I do know that it’s quite dangerous to remain here. Distribute those good tasting Transylvanian dry rations and get the troops moving faster!
No lunch today, the sooner we get to the defense the better.”

“Uh-huh.”

Major Reno no longer retorted, he actually felt the change in the filthy swamp, it was disturbing shadows hiding in the muddy waters of the swamp, as if a hungry thing was craving for life as a sacrifice.

“Duh.”

Just as the army opened a forced march, Colonel Fraser, who was riding on his horse, had his arithmetic treasure pearl suddenly ring, and he was surprised when he turned the thing on, and then he heard a familiar voice:

“Hey Fraser, I’m with Iron Hands on the Maginot defense line.

We’ve been stripped of our military posts, my old man kicked me out of the house and cut me off, and I’m no longer allowed to use the Soros surname to woo people, and the worst part is that we don’t have a penny left on us, and it’s not an exaggeration to say that the two of us are begging for food all the way over here to join you, the great young master.

So, how long will it take you to get here?
If we can’t, we’ll have to go to Hidden Treasure Bay for a few days to eat overbearing food, hopefully Boss Huo won’t kick us out.”

“Damn it! Ron, you’ve been released as an asshole? I thought you were going to be shot.”

Hearing his good brother’s words, the colonel burst out laughing as he scolded:

“If you go to the cafeteria and announce my name, you’ll still get one less meal? But what are you and Iron Hands going to do next?”

“We registered a mercenary group called ‘Black Flame’.”

Ron replied carelessly:

“I’ve also recruited some disabled brothers over at the field hospital who are planning to retire, and we’re going to make a trip to the Dark Mountain Range.”

“Don’t go, wait for me at the defense line.”

Fraser whispered:

“I have a job for you, it pays well, but only those who are trusted can participate.”

“Oh?”

Ron said in surprise:

“What kind of job?”

“The Transylvanians are hunting Dusk.”

Fraser narrowed his eyes and said:
“We’re way behind on that, aren’t we?”

“Good! We’ll take this job in the ‘Black Flame’, we’ll do it without pay, and I’ll kill every Dusk son of a bitch I see, free of charge!”
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“Kill!”

The somewhat awkward jackalese language was shouted out from Wang Laoxie’s mouth, and as he waved his bone staff, the brutal elite skeleton warriors carried their weapons to kill the Baphomet goat people in front of them.

But it wasn’t just these Necromantic Servants who fought, there were also some Jackalese soldiers who followed along and pounced on those cultists.

The symbols of the gauntlets on these soldiers were either cleaving claws or blood scars, in any case, they were definitely not members of the Plague Clan, and why they would mix with the Soul Stealer Jackals was a story that was a bit of black humor to say the least.

Xu Gerson and Haas in the shadow valley to carry out the “great purge”, all suspected and dusk and dusky jackals regardless of class and identity, will be mercilessly sent to the front line of the battle, those who have ghosts in their hearts will escape halfway and then sent by Xu Gerson hunting voters to kill, the rest of those who want to clear the suspicion must be Those who want to clear their name will have to finish the battle and return with a victory.

But the Transylvanians were still in the tunnels under the position, they would not easily allow the jackals to win, and after many battles there were a lot of routed soldiers wandering in the tunnels, and then they bumped into the Soul Stealer jackals who were advancing rapidly.

Wang Laoxie and his brothers changed into the sacrificial robes of the Blood Scar Clan supported by Master Qin, dressed in a very “high class”, but also holding the battle flag in a dignified manner, at first glance, it is the elite troops of the jackals, do not need the jackal players to take the initiative to recruit, those who want to wash away the shame of the routed soldiers will be very happy to join them.

In this way, when the Soul Stealer Clan arrived at Baphomet’s Palace, their number of Jackal NPCs had already exceeded one thousand.

And the players who were prepared for this act, after both sides engaged in battle, the Transylvanians began to rout deeper into the Great Dungeon, the Jackals chased them all the way, and so a chase and a flight soon entered the lower level of the Great Dungeon in the area of the Cultists. The Baphomet cultists were completely confused about this situation.

They closed their palace at the beginning of the Black Plague, making up their minds not to get involved in the bloody battle between the civilized camp and the Jackals, but this thing called fate is so magical, some things can’t be avoided just because you don’t want to get involved.

For example, now.

Jackals like tigers and wolves don’t care what kind of cultists you are, those who dare to stand in their way of pursuing the Transylvanians are enemies, so under the leadership of the Soul Stealer Jackals, this clan’s army practically swept through everything along the way with a windswept gesture.

The nominal reason for all of the exiled jackals was that they were not devout enough to the Lord of the Hunt, and so these jackals who wished to clear their name also sacrificed all of those Baphomet cultists who were taken out to their god.

So much bloodshed, so much death must be able to please the evil god.

The Lord of the Hunt didn’t care whose blood was shed anyway, and the deaths of the goatmen would please Him just as much.

“Enough!”

A Baphomet Nightmare Priest cornered in the path of the Jackals’ breakthrough screamed in Jackalese:

“We have no quarrel with you! Those Transylvanians have run off in the other direction, hell, you guys go after them! Why are you attacking us?”

In the face of this question, an evil, hideous smile appeared on the shoe-stringed face of Old King Evil, who was leading the group.

His hairy claws swung downward fiercely, and two skeleton warriors stepped forward to grab that goatman and performed a brutal decapitation, letting blood gush out and causing the jackals around them who had fought a victorious battle to let out cheers.

“For the Lord of the Hunt!”

Wang Laoxie shouted in the Jackalese language with an “accent”, causing the other Jackals to wail.

In fact, he only knew these few words in the Jackalese vernacular.

But it doesn’t matter, these few sentences are enough.

At this time, their real jackal form, in the eyes of the other jackals that is a proper friendly army, there is no need to have any doubt, follow this group of brave compatriots to rush on the end of the matter.

Anyway, the more they kill, the more happy the Lord of the Hunt will be.

The happier the deity is, the more it proves their devotion.

In this way, one could return to the Black Plague army under the command of Grand Inspector Hüggesen, and follow the killing into Transylvania to obtain the glory of that victory, just like the King of Biting Bones a hundred years ago, and make the whole world feel trembling!

King Laoxie knew the heart well.

He went up and grabbed the staff dropped by that goatman priest and threw it to a blood scarred priest beside him without looking at it, and gave that very gorgeous combat short sword to the bravest barbarian soldier, and then raised his head to look at the dark passage with many forks in the road ahead, the guy’s eyes rolled around, and sent a message in the player’s comms, and then waved his paw, signaling to continue onward.

The Soul Stealer Clan’s Jackal players immediately spread out, each bringing some of their red-eyed Jackals to continue advancing deeper into the dungeon, and Wang Lao Xie also brought some of his followers to continue going deeper.

The burden on their shoulders was heavy, they had to set off a confrontation between the Jackals and the Baphomet Cultists in the shortest possible time, and to achieve this goal, this bit of killing in front of them was just an appetizer.

But it doesn’t matter, the Plague Clan learned the orthodox science of death from the little mummies of the Church of the Dead Moon, and every player of the Soul Stealer Clan can play a pretty good hand of undead evocation, relying on the combat power of this group of jackals, in less than a day and a night, he will be able to get a sufficiently sized army of the undead.

If the goatman cultists weren’t going to fight back by then, then the results that awaited them weren’t destined to be too good.

At the same time when the jackals invaded the Baphomet Palace in force, in the stone tower of the base camp of the Nightmare Church at the lowest level of the Palace, the Nightmare High Priest Larouche was looking at the black crystal ball placed on a unique shelf in front of his eyes with a serious expression, through which it could monitor the situation at the lower level of the Baphomet Palace.

It saw the scene where the cultists were slaughtered by the jackals without any defense, and it made Larouche feel angry.

Blanch!
The old men have been so well-behaved to hide in the underground palace for a month or two without going out, just to avoid you bunch of fiends, and as a result, I gave you face, didn’t I?

We don’t have a problem with you guys killing the Transylvanians, but can you change the place, assholes!
“Lord High Priest, we must come up with a plan.”

A nightmare priest cloaked in red robes said worriedly:
“There aren’t too many jackals entering the dungeon right now, but that’s just the beginning, the cunning Transylvanians deliberately lured them here just to provoke a conflict between our two sides. And those damn Silver Dwarves, the exit of the tunnel they dug is in the labyrinth, this is definitely to lure more Jackals in to kill us all.”

“What kind of eyes are you looking at!”

Larouche chortled:
“There are obviously Transylvanian lapdogs among the Jackals as well, those guys who are bringing the Jackals are coming deeper into the dungeon, they have bad intentions, and they can find the way to the lower level in such a huge maze with such precision, can you believe yourself when you say that it’s an accident?
The Transians are helping them!
Hell, I knew that vampiress who was always summoning Minotaur to roam around the maze a while back was up to no good!”

“But it’s too late for that now, High Priestess! You need to get an idea.”

The other purple-clad goat-man high priest said anxiously:
“The awakening of Grand Monarch Baphomet has reached a critical moment, and we can’t let the jackals rampage around so arrogantly.

They are killing our parishioners, which are all seeds used to weave the Nightmare Heaven! It has taken us so long to advance the Great Plan to this point, and when the chaotic and dangerous times come, we will have to rely on Baphomet Grand Monarch’s Nightmare Land in order to escape the despair of reality…”

“What else can I do?
Do I have to run to the Hunting God Chosen myself and explain all this to it? Do you think the Jackals will believe it?

To take a step back, what the Jackals are trying to do by launching this Black Plague, others may not understand, but can we not?
They’re using blood and death to awaken their god!
It’s no different than what we’re doing, and you expect a bunch of crazies who long for the coming of the gods to listen to our explanations?

Stupidity!

Instead of stopping it, Hogson will send more people.

After all, it’s much easier to kill us than to take out the civilization camp, it’s a dead end! Don’t you guys get it? There’s no way we can hide from those damn Transylvanians the moment they get their hands on us.”

Larouche glared fiercely at his incompetent subordinates.

This aging goatman wasn’t really a powerful character, or else when Murphy and the others killed that Dusk Follower in the underground palace, it wouldn’t have to “send” them away with the precious Book of Ten Thousand Spells as a gift.

This is also a very simple reason.

If the Baphomet cultists were really powerful, why would they still need to hide in the underground palace to plot those small plots that are not worthy of the stage?

Goatmen were not a prosperous race by nature.

The Baphomet Cult is just a small group of extremists split off from the goat people’s philosophy, and when it comes to fighting for numbers, not to mention the Jackals, even the Transylvanians can hang them.

In the face of High Priest Larouche’s explanation, the surrounding Nightmare Priests looked at me, I looked at you, everyone couldn’t come up with a proven solution, the atmosphere froze here, a capitalized embarrassment seemed to be reflected on the goat people’s gloomy faces.

But people high priest can become the chief or have two brushes, in this moment of silence, the old goatman narrowed his eyes, it said:

“The jackals are foolish to regard us as paychecks on the basis that the Lord of the Hunt is about to be born! They think we will not resist, but we are not powerless fools. Lord Baphomet has not been able to utilize the power of the Lord of Nightmares elsewhere, yet within His cage, the beginnings of the Nightmare Lands have been revealed.

This is our land!

Fellow parishioners, we are not afraid to engage any enemy here!

The jackals can sacrifice us, can’t we sacrifice them?

Oh, there is opportunity in any bad thing, provided we have the guts to seize this opportunity, well, the Baphomet Archon who tosses and turns in every nightmare is hungry too”

(End of chapter)