Chapter 170: 169 Nima! The group battles in this damn game have always been like this.

Chapter 170 169.Nima! Have the group battles in this ghost game always been this exciting?

“Report! The 60th squad’s psychic communication has just disappeared, suspected to have been attacked and wiped out!”

A dry, crisp report with a faint hint of awe and obedience interrupted the thoughts of the high-ranked psychic master who was flipping through spell books and topping up her psychic spells in preparation for battle, causing the lady in white psychic robes to raise her head.

She wore a spellcasting tiara for mental stabilization, and had some intricate and mysterious red tattoo marks on her face.

It was like special tattoos.

This slightly odd costume was one of the signs of high-level psychic ability, a technique that the psychics of the Tower of the Ring had learned from the Silver Dwarves, and through these psychic tattoos, they could effectively enhance a psychic’s maneuvering of spells and improve their perception in a certain field of psychic ability, or even strengthen a particular spell.

The wonders were endless, but of course the side effects were there as well.

The more powerful the Tower of the Ring psychic masters had the more thorn marks on their bodies, so when they were bare-chested they could easily be mistaken for little Karami with shoulder tattoos of banded fish.

Provided, that is, if these grooming-conscious psychic masters would actually show up bare-chested.

Several other high-ranking Psychic Masters were also startled by this news, and they exchanged eye contact with each other before the female Psychic Commander, who was in charge of 600 Psychic Hunters, finally inquired:
“Where is their deployment location?”

“The Sixth Coalition is in the border area between East Prussia and the Anderman Hills, they are arranged as rear-guard inspectors to prevent any scattered witch hunters from being able to break through the battlefield after the blockade.”

The Psychic Hunter co-captain in hunting light armor immediately reported in a respectful tone:

“Therefore it is by no means possible that the witch hunters wiped them out, my lord, and I suspect that a White Oak Warband receiver has appeared in the vicinity of the Andromeda Hills, perhaps from Transylvania.”

“Hmm? You mean the witch hunters have joined forces with the vampires of the Darklands? Are you insulting the intelligence of a psychic?”

The female commander said in an icy tone:

“This is as comical as light and darkness suddenly shaking hands and making peace at this very moment, perhaps these remnants of the old religion do have a receiver, but vampires are always the least likely one. Mobilize two squads of Rearguard Inspectors to go forward and investigate the area the 60th squad is in charge of, I’ll need a detailed debriefing of the mission.”

“Yes, my lord!”

The Black Iron ranked Psychic Hunter Co-Captain didn’t even dare to refute the high ranked Psychic Master in front of him, he took a few steps back and gripped the standardized psychic energy pearl hanging on his chest was about to mobilize his team, but he suddenly froze in place.

“What now?”

The high-ranked Spiritual Energy Master holding the spell book in his hand inquired rather impatiently, and the co-captain immediately reported with an odd expression:
“Another two rear-guard inspection squads lost contact, almost at the same time! Their deployment position is entirely within East Prussia, thus it can be judged that those enemy receivers located behind us are advancing towards our position! My Lord.

Their numbers are unknown.

But to be able to eliminate all three of our teams at the same time in less than 3 minutes difference, even if they are just new recruits, it means that the enemy is either numerous or there are high-level power users.”

“What bad luck, what a disgusting night! A night that is celebrated by the vampires but should be despised by all daywalkers it has never been kind to us.”

The female psychic finally realized the severity of the problem.

She whispered a few words of discussion with several high ranking psionics behind her who were dressed the same but did not have the same tattoo marks on their faces and turned back to the co-captain:
“Immediately mobilize your entire coalition to go forward to the rear to support the sixth coalition, my companion Kami and his four disciples will assist you! Hold back those unwitting receivers until the interception at the front line is over.”

“As you wish, my lord!”

The 5th Co-Captain immediately rallied the hundred psychic energy hunters under his command and prepared to depart.

These “psionic hunters” were the Tower of the Ring’s “new attempt” at the art of war during the Ten Years’ War, and as veteran Porter had disdainfully pointed out earlier, the psionic hunters were clearly inspired by the Church of Avalon and the Witch Hunter system.

And indeed they were.

There are too many similarities between psychic hunters and witch hunters, and the biggest difference lies in the fact that witch hunters are strengthened by natural psychic energy, but psychic hunters can be strengthened by almost all psychic energy fields, which makes their growth and plasticity much higher than that of the witch hunters who are the “original career template”.

However, because the psychic hunters were a new profession that had just appeared less than seven years ago, their professional system was not perfect, and the first batch of the Tower of the Ring trained psychic warriors on such a large scale, so the performance of these guys in actual combat was not as bright as that of the witch hunters.

But their advantage is the number, or rather, the Tower of the Ring created them to be used as “consumables”.

For example, in the current interception operation, the Tower of the Ring casually dispatched six teams totaling 600 psychic hunters for the six high-level psychic masters in charge of the interception.

It was a complete proof of wealth and generosity.

Moreover, the meaning of “dispatch” here is not difficult to realize that it is basically a streamlined version of the order “I don’t want casualty figures, I just want the White Oak Warrior Regiment to be annihilated” when one tastes it in depth.

“Report! White Oak Warrior Regiment hunter scouts have been spotted ahead! Our vanguard has made contact with the other side, the other side’s scouts number around 50, judging that their main force has already left the Pioneer Fortress.”

A few minutes later, the report from the battlefield ahead resounded in the large arithmetic treasure bead in the hands of the high-ranked psychic master, and the female psychic master who was the chief commander nodded in satisfaction.

She commanded:

“Immediately open a large-scale psychic energy detection spell, I want to keep track of the movements of the witch hunters at all times!”

“Unable to open, Lord Belle!”

The First Co-Captain responded with slight anger:
“The Pathfinder Legion has opened tactical-grade psionic jamming and blocking arrays at their fortresses, as the effects of those matrices have made it impossible for us to conduct large-scale psionic reconnaissance of the battlefield at all. Those pawns claimed to the outside world that they were capturing vampire spies in the fortress and brutally refused our reasonable requests for cooperation.

The psychics we sent to communicate were even detained in their barracks for ‘obstructing military affairs’.”

“This group of damned soldier gangsters!”

The high-ranked Spiritualist named “Belle” waved her fist fiercely, but as a Spiritualist, she quickly adjusted her mind and ordered:
“You guys continue to clean up the witch hunter scouts, order the second, third and fourth coalition to spread out and form an encircling net, and release the psychic cavalry to start hunting! Make sure not to allow the main force of the White Oak Warband to pass through the ambush area!

The orders given to my generation by Master Plastron are to exterminate all of these filth that have been tainted with subspace! We cannot let the Shaping Energy Tower down!”

“Obey the order! My lord.”

The forward co-captains dryly accepted the order while Jasmine turned back to the four high-ranking psionics behind herself:

“We also spread out to take charge of Sectors 1-5 respectively, and with the delegated command of the Plastic Energy Masters, I give you all permission to use Legion level psionic spells!

Now get moving!
Before the dawn comes, make sure to bury the filthy name of ‘White Oak Warband’ in history!”

At the same time that the psychic masters of the Tower of the Ring began to move, the 9 small elite players of the Centurions led by Happy Stick had already crossed the psychic hunter’s position from the side.

The annihilation of a five-man squad just now was their move.

There were five well-equipped Black Iron rank players in this team, as well as Lumina who could sing and add buffs, and Little Reed who wielded the “Hammer Guard”, such violent characters, so it was not a problem to finish off a new team in a short time.

“Bull is right in front! His relative coordinates indicate that he’ll be able to arrive in a straight line in seven minutes at the most, but the enemy seems to have split up their troops, so it’s really troublesome.”

Happy Stick crouched his body behind the galloping warhorse and said in the team channel:
“Obvious encirclement tactics, but the Spirit Energy Hunters’ small number of men actually dared to take the initiative to encircle the White Oak Witch Hunters, who outnumbered them three to one, they definitely have a card up their sleeve.”

“Enemy encounter ahead!”

The gunman in the nine-member squad, Little Reed Name, suddenly shouted out, Happy Stick was surprised and turned around to look at the little dwarf whose riding skills were much slicker than his own, he said in an odd tone:
“I know that gunners have high perception, but this out-of-vision claiming of the enemy by you . It’s a bit too outrageous, isn’t it?”

“Bullshit! Look overhead!”

Little Reed Name pointed to the sky, and the crowd looked up.

A half-void blood-eating spirit vulture was hovering over their heads and continuously emitting a crow-like caw, they all recognized the large bird, it was Lord Murphy who had sent out his spirit pet, Reverno, to show them the way.

Worthy of being Lord Murphy, this is too gentle Kouba.

“No dismounting, just charge!”

Happy Stick glanced at the relative coordinates on the psychic energy pearl.

He backhandedly grabbed a Clan War Spear from his horse’s pocket to hold it under his arm like a cavalry charge in a movie and shouted to the others:
“Time is money, brothers! Cavalry company! Charge!”

“Ha, charge!”

The three Tiger Leopard Cavalry brothers who had passed the Black Iron Trial instantly grinned and shouted. These hot-blooded men picked up their own heavy swords, great axes, and war knives to follow behind Happy Stick to form a four-man front, and the five men in the rear also grabbed their muskets in unison to aim with all their might.

This was the first horse battle for them and even all the small players, but they didn’t bring any fear at all.

Lumina, who was riding on the back of Garnet’s Ghoul carrier, was not idle either, and the bard grabbed her elf flute and played a few happy tunes, throwing a “Song of Concealment” buff that she had just learned on the crowd.

It only lasted 15 seconds, but it was more than enough.

When the horse accelerated to the seventh second, a group of five psychic hunters appeared under the rolling hills in front of them.

They didn’t even realize that the enemy would appear from behind, and were too late to defend when they sensed the heavy hoofbeats, and only had time to draw their weapons and turn around to meet the enemy, resulting in three of them being picked off by Happy Stick’s charging quartet in a single glance.

The remaining one was shot in the head by Little Reed’s Hammer Guard, the burning body fell to the horse after the low sound of the trench gun loaded with Dragon Breath bullets, and the last one had his head cut off by Cat’s psychic poisoned blade called Ambition and Dreams when he sidestepped the horse.

“The sword never grows old, Cat!”

Happy Stick looked back and gave Cat a thumbs up, the latter didn’t have time to respond to his old brother’s praise, even though he was a man who had seen the world, he couldn’t help but feel his heart thumping.

Previously in the sewers to kill ghouls did not feel anything, but now straight in the face of the same as their own humanoid creatures and ruthless hand to finish off, Cat’s heart a thousand words can only be converged into one sentence:

“Crap! Real enough! Hardcore enough! Just now, that knife was too hard and almost dislocated my whole body, bull! This fucking game is fucking awesome!”

He roared wildly in his heart, maintaining the cold stance of an expert in the gallop of a warhorse shook off the blood drops on his sword blade, and in the process moved his raw shoulder, but then realized that Sister Pomegranate, who was drifting by on a stone goblin above his head, was staring at him with a peculiar gaze.

But as Cat tried to ask, Sister Garnet grunted and maneuvered her Stone Ghost to lift off again with an acceleration.

What’s wrong with this sister?

Cat was somewhat unable to understand.

He had been practicing his sword skills hard in the sewers since he entered the game, and basically had no contact with other players, so when did he mess with her?
This isn’t right, is it?

“Niu Niu! Are you dead? If you’re not dead, say something!”

Happy Stick, who had arrived at the rendezvous location a few minutes later, shouted in the team channel.

Subsequently, several Witch Hunter scouts hiding in the hunting illusion stood in front of the group of nine as if they had broken out of the shadows, and judging from the bloodstains on their bodies and warhorses, these guys had just experienced a bitter battle as well.

“I’ve seen a few of you before!”

The eyepatch-wearing Ambos looked dazedly at the few small players in front of her as she exclaimed:

“It’s only been a few days and you guys have broken through the Black Iron Rank? Are the warriors of Transylvania all monsters?”

“Calm down, we are Lord Murphy’s warriors, isn’t it normal to be powerful as a warrior?”

Next to him, Bull calmed down Ambrosia’s surprise and then went up to rejoin his brothers as he said with a serious expression:
“Natalie War Leader is leading the main force in the rear, but the Tower of the Ring has unfurled an encirclement net, we can’t return to Transylvania without breaking through this area.

The other side has high-ranked psychic masters pressing the battlefield, and all these psychic hunters are just cannon fodder for them to stall for time to unleash their grand artifacts.

So, where is Lord Murphy?

Those solid hard points will have to be dealt with by NPCs, we’re not quite there yet.”

“Lord Murphy has crossed the border and all his brothers and sisters have come to support you! Maxim has mobilized all the veterans in the Cadmans’ self-help army, and Lady Tris has brought along a few clansmen from the Blood Wyvern Clan’s crushing army.”

Stick replied:
“Just for this group of witch hunters, our side is basically at full strength, they are pressing into the encirclement of the Tower of the Ring from the rear, and some of their forces have already been drawn over.

But something like breaking through the position will have to come from the Witch Hunters themselves.

My thought is that since the Tower of the Ring has divided its forces, the White Oak Warband should do the same!

Split up into five teams and divide into pieces!

Ten of us will act as guides, two by two, and relying on the relative coordinate guidance of our arithmetic pearls and Lord Murphy’s core pearls, we can completely lead them to the rendezvous.

This way, the worst case scenario won’t be a regimentation.”

Bull felt that this method was very reliable, and immediately dictated Happy Stick’s idea to Ambo, who in turn contacted Natalie through the Witch Hunter’s secret method.

After a few minutes, the Witch Hunter Captain turned around and said:

“The War Leader has agreed!
But she has made a slight modification to your plan, she will lead the fifty people who can fight to charge straight to the core of the psychic division’s position to attract the enemy to shrink the encirclement, and the other routes will be led by you to take advantage of the breakthroughs and intensify your retreat!”

“She’ll just lead fifty people?”

Niu Niu exclaimed:
“Isn’t this sending people to their deaths! Last time in the Smuggler’s Woodland, three high-level psychics held off 60 Midnight Hunters, the power of these spellcasters can’t be stacked up by numbers!”

“No, this is a necessary tactic.”

Happy Stick shook his head:

“Her taking the initiative to take the risk as the leader can effectively minimize the danger to the others, and will greatly benefit our evacuation mission, so that’s it? Hurry up and meet up with them, we’ll set out as guides to lead the way!

Brothers and sisters, next is the time to test our luck and strength.

See you all in Transylvania!”
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On the receiver’s position near the Andromeda Hills, the “Transylvanian army” led by Murphy had already fought with the two groups of Psychic Hunters with nearly 200 people.

Both sides had about the same number of people, but the trouble was that the other side had one high-level psychic master, four full psychic masters and ten psychic apprentices, and their spell casting power was obviously higher than that of Murphy’s side.

That high-level psychic master was also a ruthless person, seeing both sides engaged in battle, he began to summon this kind of legion level spells like sub-dimensional meteorite, intending to kill the enemy and his own people together.

This group of lunatics didn’t care about the damage to the psychic hunters at all! Their tactic was to smash everyone they could see into meat cakes with meteorites!

But the good news was that Murphy had a “super caster” on his side.

The moment he threw the first meteorite into the battlefield, Tris caught the psychic vibration, and then the furious Blood Vulture Archduke spread his dragon wings and flew into the sky, and a precise and wide-range psychic countermeasure silenced the fire.

The rest didn’t need the honorable Archduke to personally take action, Murphy brought Maxim and Adele and killed them.

The “NPCs” didn’t intervene in the players’ battle, but the scene of more than 400 people beating each other up was really exciting.

Especially for those new players who have not experienced large-scale group battles, they experienced for the first time this night what is called “real battlefield”.

There was no tactics, no cooperation, no cover! Now this group of guys on the head of the only idea is to cut! They follow the army and charge up to cut!
Wherever there are more people! The only thing they can do is chop!

Chopping down all the guys who are dressed differently from their own people is a glorious victory!
“Ouch!”

After being fed for three days, the little scorpion lion “Stinky Treasure” could already glide, and in the darkness, it made a silent pounce and landed on the back of the psychic hunter in front of it, and the poisonous spike that had just sprouted from its tail pierced into the opponent’s neck with a poof.

The young tail spike was not fatal enough, but the venom in it still made the psychic hunter curl up in pain.

Grabbing the spear, the poor man leapt up from the “corpse” state and rushed up with a howl, stabbing the spear randomly on the enemy in front of him without any rules, just like a fool who made a mess all over the place.

But his “human and pet with” obscene method of warfare is exceptionally perfect, this will already rely on sneak attack to get a stunning three kills.

“This is too exciting! This is the game that real men should play!”

Brother Xiao Fu touched the blood on his face, summoned back the little scorpion lion whose mouth was full of blood, and the one person and one pet began to lewdly roam around the chaotic battlefield to pick the next unlucky person.

Decision made!
Although it’s still a bit early, let’s finish the little scorpion lion’s initial hunt here! Right now he was one step closer to being a full-fledged summoner.

Good lord!
(End of chapter)