Chapter 172 171 You family is really deep in hiding

Chapter 172 171. you family is really deep in hiding
Lady Shani and the Thorn Clan’s midnight attack helped the Natalie Battle Leader quickly break through the Tower of the Ring’s Hunting Force’s home formation, but in addition to the one hundred-man coalition here, there were now five hundred other people intercepting members of the White Oak Battle Regiment on the entire border region of East Prussia and Transylvania.

Six hundred against fourteen sounded like a fight against a stone, but Natalie had said before that the Witch Hunters now had less than five hundred battle-ready soldiers, and the rest were either disabled from the long war or weak and wounded soldiers still in the recovery phase.

They also executed the strategy of dividing their troops, which made the situation of the immediate battlefield still not optimistic.

But there was still good news.

The psychic hunters weren’t so stupid as to scatter the three main coalitions in their hands, and they set up interceptions in several directions, which allowed half of the witch hunters split into five teams to cross the blockade without any danger and quickly reach the vicinity of the Andromeda Hills.

But the fact that three squads made it across the battlefield meant that the remaining two squads must have fallen into an ambush by the enemy.

“Hurry!”

Happy Stick rode on his horse and shouted to the Psychic Hunter recruits who had just routed two coalition squads, which would spread out in pursuit of the routed Transylvanian receivers:

“Send all these wounded to the rear, those brothers who can still move hurry up and follow me, Niu Niu and Sister Pomegranate’s two teams are stopped in the middle and wrapped up in dumplings.”

“Ah, there’s still a fight to be had?”

In the crowd, the Chosen Gray Man sat on a rock and gasped for breath, this administrative player student party is like a person from the blood, only 2 points of strength and did not go through the Black Iron Trial, he is holding a hunting crossbow, under his feet is a new recruit who was stuck in the buttocks by the arrows and is still wailing, it seems to be the Gray Man’s “handiwork”.

He panted:
“No, I can’t run anymore, you guys go ahead.”

“You want to run away from the battlefield even now? Hey, you’ll be court-martialed for desertion!”

Beside the khaki Tony too worthy of being a sports student, physical strength is very much, just rely on the equipment advantage of a chain of five enemies this is excited about it, but also do not care to hit the gray man was injured forcibly drag him on the war horse, two people on a ride to follow the happy stick to aid was blocked brothers.

This work obviously need riding skills to support, so the players who have not yet learned riding skills can only stay here, responsible for receiving the White Oak Regiment’s wounded soldiers retreat.

Those witch hunters who escorted their companions here will not say anything stupid like old religion warriors and blood servants don’t share the same sky, after they entrusted their companions to the veterans of the Cadmanian self-help army, they turned their horses and followed the players to charge back, apparently also unwilling to give up any more companions.

“Where’s Lord Murphy! There’s a high-level psychic over there, we can’t deal with it! We have to let Lord Murphy do something to help!”

Little Vikrama pulled on the horse’s reins and rushed over to Maxim and shouted to the familiar NPC, who glanced at the translation of the psychic energy pearl as he whispered:
“His Excellency has rushed over after realizing that his warriors are besieged, he never leaves you alone . Are you afraid of heights? Warriors.”

“Huh?”

Little Vikram and Lumina looked at each other in disbelief not knowing what kind of medicine this NPC was selling in its gourd, as a result, the next instant, Maxim inherited from Murphy’s huge blood wings unfolded, grabbed Lumina with one hand, and carried Little Vikram and then scurried into the high altitude, and used a 2-second acceleration to the speed of sound to change the direction of the fancy flying spin, and hurriedly flew over towards the distant battlegrounds.

“Ahhhhhhh!”

The sound of Vikrama and Lumina’s ghostly cries and wails stretched far and wide in the night, causing the players below to stare wide-eyed at the sky, thinking that a terrifying female ghost had appeared on the battlefield that had just erupted into a battlefield, while some tarts with ulterior motives were inspired by the “inspiration”.

They took the opportunity to come to the side of Mrs. Adele, using various reasons to hope that Mrs. Adele can also take them to fly to support Lord Murphy and their companions.

Adele did not notice these guys’ “dark thoughts”, but she still refused them righteously.

The main reason was that she had her own mission, she wanted to stay here and lead the remaining vampires to continue to hunt down the defeated soldiers.

Lord Murphy had already given the order that not a single one of these dog thieves of the Tower of the Ring would be left behind this night!
The maniacs who dared to violate the majesty of the Blood Vulture must all die here, as a way to console the innocent souls of those who died in the Tower of the Ring’s Psychic Tearing Technique in the city of Cadman.

Meanwhile, the two groups of breakaways surrounded by the psychic hunters had been forced to converge, the two groups combined were out of five hundred, but less than a hundred were able to fight, and they had to face the attack of three hundred cavalrymen commanded by two high-ranked psychic masters and eight full psychic masters.

The fog of war used to confuse vision had been released around the battlefield, not only obscuring the natural perception of the witch hunters, but also reducing visibility to less than a meter.

This was clearly a determined effort to kill all of these witch hunters here.

On the opposite side of the psychic division there were also summoners, a steady stream of otherworldly monsters were unleashed onto the battlefield, there was no skin but only blood-red tendons and stark black skeletons, bloodthirsty war dogs decorated with Underworld armor wailed and swooped, vultures that were all skeletons tied with rags swooped in the mist, all of this majesty from death made the witch hunter defenders who had formed a ring of squares keep backing up.

The psychic cavalry on the opposite side also kept infesting from all sides like wolves in a brutal manner, and once they were broken through they would make a miserable massacre in the crowd in the mist.

At this moment, the four small players acting as guides were also out of ideas.

Facing this chaotic situation right now where you have me and I have you, it was already good enough for them to be able to save themselves.

“Niu Niu! Niu Niu!”

Sister Pomegranate felt like she was in the most realistic chaotic battlefield under the night.

She rode on her horse and kept calling out to her oldest brother among the people, but there was no sign of Ox in this chaos, and even Orchid, who was on her team, and her precious gargoyle mount had disappeared.

But Sister Pomegranate couldn’t leave here either.

Because she was escorting a pregnant woman with a big belly and a half-grown child.

The pregnant woman was an absolute minority in the White Oak Warband, and the child, by looking at his age, knew that he should be a family member of a witch hunter who had been implicated by the Avalon Church Rebellion ten years ago.

Sister Pomegranate knew that her best strategy right now was to leave these two dragons behind and go forward to join the witch hunters who were reorganizing their lines, but her heart softened as soon as she turned her head and saw the pregnant woman behind her who was holding the child.

Although both of these two were wearing White Oak Warrior Regiment Recruit Armor, it was obvious from their expressions and movements that they were not warriors at all!
As long as she herself left, these two guys would be dead in the situation at hand.

“Kill!”

Ear-piercing shouts of murder came from the side, the three Psychic Cavalry discovered Sister Pomegranate and the tired person beside her in the mist, and immediately rushed over with their eyes glowing like wild beasts.

“Old Mother definitely doesn’t want children in the future!”

Niu Shihuang glanced at the two frightened people behind her, she roared out stiffly, and leapt forward on her horse, calculating the distance a flying lunge in the air and popping out her two-handed fist blades, pulling the two oncoming cavalrymen off their horses like Assassin doing a double stabbing, and then kicking them away in the ground melee, she got up and grabbed the hand crossbow on her waist to shoot an arrow towards the last of the cavalrymen.

But then she was hit in the calf by an arrow fired from the mist, and her whole body fell to the ground with a sore foot.

“Blanch!”

Sister Pomegranate, who was lying on the ground with a gray head, tilted her head up and saw that the arrow she had just shot had missed the third cavalryman, who was swinging his sword and slashing at the stunned child, who was being held by the pot-bellied woman in her arms in a deadly embrace.

“No!”

Just in the nick of time, a blood-stained flying axe was suddenly thrown over from the mist next to him, whistling and knocking the cavalryman off his horse, and then dragging the blood-stained two-handed sword of Seemingly Tiger Neng Rimu rushed out, and after a crisp decapitation, he yanked the child and the pregnant woman off the horse and rushed to the other side of the mists without a backward glance.

“Dry! I’m still here ah! Are you blind?”

Pomegranate was both happy that the two burdens were rescued, and angry at Cat for “seeing death”.

But it wasn’t really Cat’s fault.

He was in the fog blind cat hit a dead rat to save people, this battlefield chaos like this, there is no time to observe the surrounding ground is not still lying on the ground of a sneak attack of the players, however, no worries about Sister Pomegranate can finally let go of the big game.

She limped up and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and with a fierce smile, she pounced on the two Spirit Cavalrymen beside her.

But tonight her luck seemed to be particularly bad.

After dryly disposing of the two ordinary black iron monsters, Sister Pomegranate turned around and saw a sword and shield wielding psychic commander charging out of the mist.

The armor on the latter’s body was obviously a bit thicker than that of the minions, and the moment the two of them met eye-to-eye, Sister Pomegranate threw up a Scrying Spell as quickly as she could.

Spirit Energy Hunter 4th Co-Commander, Black Iron Rank Elite Unit. Oooh!
Finished!

“This isn’t the scene I envisioned for myself for the Black Iron Trials.”

Bull Shihuang stood still and took a deep breath to calm himself down, casually clenching both fists, six spikes popped out of the gloves of both hands like a tiger popping out its claws, blood was dripping, but the battle spirit was erupting!

That co-captain also saw Sister Shihuang’s move, he raised his shield with a sneer and tapped on the shield surface with his longsword that was burning with flames.

Provocation!

This is definitely provocation, right?
Bull Shihou gritted her teeth and suddenly froze as she walked two steps forward.

The Stone Ghost Carrier that had just been hit once by the other party’s Psychic Master in the chaos of the attack, causing it to fly to who knows where, suddenly reappeared in her perception, like a drone that had been lost flying and bizarrely navigated its way back home on its own.

That said, this stone ghoul of her own was not a combat-type construct, but it was still considered her servant as well as a part of her own strength, wasn’t it?
So it shouldn’t be a violation if it joined the Black Iron Trial?

Uh, why is it that I’m always on the verge of getting stuck in a bug?

I’m clearly a powerhouse, aren’t I?
“It’s really upsetting! Everything about tonight has been a pain in the ass! I want to punch this boring world!”

Sister Pomegranate no longer thought much about it, and made her feet hard so that she could scurry forward like a ferocious predator, and she stared at the opponent in front of her with a deadly stare while ordering in her mind for her stone goblin hovering high above to swoop down from the sky as fast as possible.

She shouted:

“It’s not what I expected, but the head of your unpleasant fellow! I’ll take it!”
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“Put me down! You run!”

In another part of the fog-filled battlefield, Scout Ambo said in a weak tone:
“We’re right at the edge of the mist, rush out and call for help, the five hundred people here depend on you to survive.”

“It’s all in such a mess, how do you expect me to run?”

Niu Niu, who was carrying her, complained:

“You’re also wasted! Obviously a great scout why do you always have such bad luck? I remember you were the first one to get knocked down in the Moorland Village last time too, right? By the way, I’ve been meaning to ask you, did we do that to your eye last time?”

“No.”

Ambrosia had been hit by two arrows in the back, two arrows wouldn’t have killed her with a witch hunter’s physical fitness, but the psychic hunters were obviously not as martial as the witch hunters, and the group of pragmatists had added weakness spells to the arrows, making it difficult for Ambrosia to even walk now.

She was being carried by Bull on her back through the chaotic mists like a headless fly, and making herself feel dizzy again from the weakness causing spells.

This would be when she heard Bull’s query, so she gasped for air and answered:
“It’s the vampire torturer who used the poison, but it’s not actually completely blind, it’s just that it’s sensitive in the light and the pupils change color strangely, that’s why I put on the blindfold . Wait a minute! Someone’s coming around the front, put me down!
Slow down.”

Bull immediately placed Ambrosia on the ground, grabbing the one-handed warhammer and Iris Shield in his hand himself and laying down beside her as Ambrosia gasped and racked the shotgun in her hand.

Her forehead was covered in a cold sweat but she still gritted her teeth to keep herself awake, and then saw the three men ahead of her coming alertly through the fog that filled the blackness of the night.

It was two psionic hunters escorting a flustered psionicist who seemed to be deserting the battlefield.

Ambrosia gestured in a rather professional manner.

As a result, Bull was too nervous about the impending sneak attack to notice his teammate’s reminder at all, which made Ambo sigh helplessly.

She aimed and locked on, then pulled the trigger the moment the bull rose to surprise attack.

“With a bang, the psychic hunter acting as a guard fell to the ground in a convulsive heap of blood from his neck, before being stabbed in the eye by a flying dagger that Ambrosia threw with all her might, while another guard was slapped in the face with a shield by a rising Gymkhan, and then hit in the head with a thump from a spiked, one-handed warhammer of a Witchhunter, in a dazed state.

Heh! Cranium-splitting hammer, boy!
But then, Bull was sent flying from his spot by the psychic’s fiery blast, tumbling twice in a heap and falling to the ground, and Ambrosia tried to throw her flying daggers again only to be choked by the psychic with a choking restraint, writhing painfully in place.

Could Bull, a young man with quite a bit of macho melodrama, stand this?

This was an NPC that he had managed to brush his favorability to a very high level! If you kill her here, won’t all of my previous efforts be wasted?
I’m not going to be able to do that!
Give me the death of the old man!

“Splat!”

The one-handed hammer was smashed out as a flying hammer, hitting that Spiritualist’s collision absorption shield squarely, but this savage attack from Battle Dick didn’t cause any damage to the Noble Pharisee, whose unkind gaze turned to Niu Niu, and Gymkhan drew his Vampire Clan’s Winged Blade at that moment.

Holding his shield in front of him with his right hand, his body slumped down, and then he launched a charge right towards the front.

Speaking of which, in a 100% realistic game, the “Charge” skill was not as useful as one would expect, especially for some players with poor motor skills, using a charge could even make them experience the feeling of not being able to catch their breath and getting seasick.

In severe cases, they may even vomit.

But sports students with well-developed motor nerves don’t have this problem.

Bull is probably the best of the group of 70 players who play the charge today, and this one is no different, with precise targeting, super-fast speed, and another last-minute application of built-up kinetic energy to the Iris Shield before pumping it out in a shield strike.

“Bang.”

The psychic’s shield finally shattered open.

In the latter’s wide-eyed gaze, the blood-red vampire winged blade slashed diagonally over leaving a bone-deep blood scar on his vestments.

“Ah.”

The psychic master screamed miserably.

He knew that he had underestimated this strange blood servant in front of him who was mixed with a witch hunter, but it didn’t matter, he was a noble mage.

As long as he pulled away, he would definitely be able to .
“Pfft.”

Bull’s shield tilted, revealing a hand crossbow hidden behind it that was already strung.

With the player’s characteristic lack of martial virtues, he pulled the trigger at an extremely close distance, and the emerald green hunting vectors spun around and struck the psychic’s waist and abdomen, causing the latter to be in pain so much that he couldn’t even use his teleportation.

The Tower of the Ring was not martial, but the witch hunter’s hunting vector was never as simple as pain, this thing was attached to a natural spell, it was like rooting into the flesh, almost making him lose the perception of his waist and abdomen and lower body in just a few seconds.

Blanch, it was the same as a small hook being sliced! Can’t feel it anymore!
Poison!
This blood servant used poison! How cunning and shameless! No martial virtues!

This Master Fa will fight you today!
Pushed to the brink, the psychic master could only let go of his sword, the violent arcane energy tear smashed into Ox’s shield, cracking his entire Iris Shield, but the already uptight gym student lunged up with red eyes and both hands on his sword, forcibly enduring the burning of the sacrificial fire was a bout of slashing.

Behind him, Ambo struggled to crawl to his shotgun and picked it up to support his warrior, but just as he took aim, a hand pressed his shoulder from behind.

“He doesn’t need your help! He can take care of a strong enemy on his own, he has grown tough enough to be like a bull with two horns Transylvanian proverb, mess with the bull and you’ll pay!”

Murphy’s voice reached Ambrosia’s ears, and Count Cadman, who was wiping blood from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, looked up gracefully, and watched his warrior’s struggle with the psychic with great admiration, in his full stomach after having just eaten.

He spoke softly:

“Dear unlucky Miss Ambrosia, please understand that this is a man’s fight, and a wise woman should know not to intervene at this time. All you need to do is stand aside and wait for the applause and hot kisses for the winner, that’s all.”

(End of chapter)