Chapter 281 280 Just how much romance do you men have?

Chapter 281 280.Just how much romance do you men have?
“Crap! Crap! Crap!”

Flying in the air amidst the illumination of the Star Realm Tron, Badger, who had witnessed the entire process of the Winged Cavalry from accelerating to accelerating and then accelerating again to the final charge would be hovering in the air, with both of his large wings not flapping, and his face full of shock fully proving that his mind was messed up.

He was unable to say anything other than the vulgar “Crap”.

Obviously, Badger’s poor pig brain was overloaded in an instant due to seeing something incredible, but it didn’t really matter because the others weren’t doing much better than he was.

Especially after seeing the insane 500-man cavalry square cut through the jackal vanguard’s position in a minute with a bizarre combination of “easy” and “unstoppable”, and then make a graceful and skillful turn at the other end to start again! It was only when it started to accelerate and prepare for a second onslaught that the mouth of the Happy Stick finally closed.

“Crap! This isn’t fucking scientific!”

Stick screamed:
“Where is this nuclear-powered cavalry coming from! Is this level of kinetic energy accumulation real? This level of impact is beyond human capabilities, right?
The development team and the dog planners have finally stopped pretending, right? Have they decided to abandon physics altogether?
It’s the first time I’ve seen a wall charge accomplish this level of formation penetration… How lazy are they to at least put out a charge vector?

My god, this is fucking ruthless.”

“F*ck f*ck f*ck! They’re going to charge a second time, brothers in the sky, open the video! What great footage, record it!”

The Medic Battle God Sai En on the ground was going crazy at this point.

He wasn’t a vampire, so he couldn’t fly up to the sky to look down on the “massacre show” of the crazy winged cavalry, but his intuition as a UP master made him realize that the explosive scene he had been pursuing was right in front of his eyes.

If he could record the whole scene of the winged cavalry’s charge, he didn’t even need to make a second edit, just that kind of mountainous and unstoppable momentum would become the best and most awesome promotional material.

He felt his blood boiling even when he was on the ground watching the wing cavalry charging into the jackals’ position, not to mention the vampire brothers who were flying around in the air at this time and were able to see the whole situation from a more convenient perspective.

“This is outrageous, isn’t it?”

Happy Stick was not the only one shocked by this scene, as Little Vikramana, who was also flying in the air, also rounded her eyes as she exclaimed to Sister Pomegranate beside her:
“The jackals that crushed us to the point where we couldn’t breathe are just like little chickens in front of these ferocious guys, and how can you look at their everyone-is-like-a-giant heads as well as that horribly-built horse and see that it’s not scientific, right?

So this is the truth of this world?”

“You know nothing of the truth, little wretch.”

Sister Pomegranate patted little Vikrama’s head as she said:
“We’re still in Transylvania without going out, and Transylvania is the development team’s handpicked ‘newbie village’, and this world is big.

As long as we continue, one day you will be able to see something that will overturn all your three views.

To be honest, I don’t care to spit out these unscientific things anymore, they always remind me that this is not a real world!
Well, Lord Murphy went down to fight back!

Come on, let’s go too!”

Pomegranate Sister gathered her wings and killed the jackal positions below with a flying swipe, but the little reed name was still parked in the air with her hammer guard on her back.

From her viewpoint she could clearly see that in the second charge of the wing cavalry, the Jackalmen’s formation had completely collapsed.

Just like a garbage bag that had been torn apart from the center, the crowd of 20,000 Jackalese vanguards formed in a chaotic manner had been split in two, the upper half of the group had been pressed into the battlefield and could not escape at all, and the ones at the back were completely incapable of commanding the group that had already been completely dumbfounded and had begun to flee in an unstoppable rout.

To be honest, the number of jackals killed by the direct impact of the wing cavalry was not large, completely unable to catch up with the number of people who had been routed by the city’s defenders in the past hour or so.

But the problem was that this formation of Winged Cavalry was simply overwhelming.

Especially the momentum of their charge, not to mention the Jackals, even people like Little Reed Name, who had experienced the rush of modern knowledge, felt a shattering of their three views.

Under such circumstances, it was impossible to expect the jackals to hold their ground, their organization was simply unable to do so, this was just a large-sized bandit gang organized by savagery and greed as well as violence.

Don’t expect them to have any willpower at all.

That said, the scene of so many jackals wailing and fleeing was a spectacular one, almost like a herd of beasts being raided by lions.

“Even if it’s 20,000 pigs.”

Little Vikrama threw a candy into her mouth and spat in a low voice.

She backhandedly drew out the Hammer Guard behind her back and stuffed her favorite Dragon Breath Bomb into the chamber, then with a cheer, she flapped her wings and tumbled through the air twice to charge down towards the blackened positions below.

The Dragon Breath Bombs opened fire at a height of three meters, and two balls of fire erupted from the muzzle, setting a large swath of Jackal fur below ablaze, the latter wailing and wailing in even more disarray before being hacked to the ground by the Blood League Knights who rode out of Serenade’s Boundary.

At this point there was no longer any need for Lord Murphy to give orders to the defenders.

Maxim and Adele had already led their subordinates into a counterattack from the defense line, and the witch hunters also rushed out from everywhere and began to mercilessly harvest the lives of the jackals whose morale had already collapsed.

The situation in front of them was not what they had imagined.

After all, Murphy and Tris couldn’t guarantee that Count Sicco and her winged cavalry would definitely come, so they didn’t tell the defenders about this news.

But that didn’t stop the people of Transylvania from feeling joy and exhilaration in their hearts after seeing their extolled winged cavalry appear on the battlefield.

For many years in the past, this cavalry under the command of Earl Sicco was the symbol of Transylvania’s supreme deterrent power, but all the wars in which they were involved were invincible!

And so it would be this night!

But the scene of the winged cavalry crisscrossing the battlefield in front of him fell into Murphy’s eyes and that was a different story.

“The winged cavalry are really badly damaged.”

Murphy, who was grasping Necessary Evil to drive a peerless in the group of jackals, thought in his heart:

“It is said that in their heyday, there was an undefeated legion of 5,000 heavy cavalry under the command of Earl Sicco, and that was the continent’s number one cavalry that was fed with the finances of the entire Portia Confederation.

But most of them had been buried in the city’s defenses during the battle in which Sicco was destroyed by the plague, and it was thought that the mountains and forests would not be able to provide for the needs of more than a thousand knights, so if nothing else, these in front of me were all the winged cavalry that remained.

475 men.
Tsk, just like the Blood Vulture Clan, they’re dying to their last breath.

But from my perspective as a governor, this matter is beyond wonderful, if they really have 2000 cavalry left, then it should be me who can’t sleep at night instead.”

“What are you thinking?”

A familiar voice was sounded from behind.

Murphy swung his sword and chopped off the claws of the elite barbarian soldier in front of him before kicking the opponent towards the small player not far away, letting it die in a messy blade split before shaking off the blood from his blade and turning back.

Behind him, scarlet psychic lightning erupted out in the darkness in a diffuse manner.

Those pulsating arcs of electricity will pull all life in contact with the painful electric shock, and even better, this is not a one-time psychic energy, but a continuous AOE similar to the “static electric field”.

Wherever Trixie strolled with her delicate scepter in hand, the jackals beside her collapsed in convulsions.

It doesn’t seem to fit Tris’s elegant demeanor at this time, but Murphy just felt that his Tris was like an industrious farmer’s wife wielding a scythe, diligently cutting the ripe wheat.

The fact that Tris had already appeared here proved that there was no longer any obstacle to the reopening of the Serenade Boundary.

There was no need for her, the manipulator, to stay there to continue maintaining it, and she was finally able to let go of her hands and feet to support this battle that had already entered its final stage.

A Psychic Master appeared on the battlefield!
If the jackals were smart enough, they should have run by now, no no no, if they were smart enough, then they should have gotten their feet wet when the winged cavalry appeared on the flanks of the battlefield.

Facing Tris’ inquiry, Murphy shrugged his shoulders and replied:
“Nothing, just some boring and dark thoughts that belong in politics, I shouldn’t voice them lest I spoil this hard won victory tonight.

I think it’s obvious that everything is so wonderful tonight because my Victory has blessed me, perhaps we should relive that ‘ceremony’ after this is all over.”

“Slick!”

Tris glared at him, lifting her hand and clasping it forward in a vain gesture, as the converged psychic energy erupted from in front of her.

In the grip of the massive scarlet ghost claws, a large pile of jackals were grabbed into the air and thrown out like cannonballs in the swing of Tris’s palm.

Such a technique killed poorly.

But Tris knew that it would inflict more fear on the already terrified Jackals, and fear had become the deadliest blade in their hands, horrifying their foes beyond measure with every swing.

She unleashed this unique spell continuously, allowing the jackals, who had no way to get to the sky or the ground, to experience the joy of “flying”.

“I can summon a few sublime meteorites to help out.” She turned back to Murphy:
“Need one?”

“No, it’s not needed.”

The Lord of Lords shook his head and said in a serious voice:
“Doing this is enough, their will has been destroyed, and the ‘Hundred Days of Building Transylvania’ project I’m going to move forward with next will require many, many manpower.

The Jackals have great stamina and greater strength than ordinary men, and it would be a waste to kill them here.

I would like to see them put their brute strength to good use, such as building a straight road running north and south for Count Cadman’s domain, and expanding that road in the following months northward into the mountains of Sikor’s domain, and southward to the edge of the Tainted Swamp.

We’re going to have a real battle on our hands, Tris.

A main route like this will make transporting supplies and manpower ten times easier.

The jackals will be court-martialed for the war crimes they have committed, and the only punishment and redemption they can receive is to use their own hands to make an effective build for the land that has poisoned them.”

“Do you really intend to mobilize Jackal POWs on a large scale?”

Tris said with a wink:
“They become dangerous once they huddle together, once they have a looting leader they quickly transform into bandits, and if you deregulate them, there’s no chance that these guys will rise up again when the Black Plague arrives to make a demon out of them.”

“Yes, I admit that this risk does exist.”

Murphy nodded and gave another indescribable smile as he said softly:
“If they do survive the stress of their heavy workload until five months from now and still have enough strength to start a rebellion .
Then I admit it.

Rest assured, Tris, the number of jackals in this great land will be lowered below a safe threshold by the time the Black Plague breaks out.”

“You.”

Tris finally understood Murphy’s meaning, and she whispered:

“You really make me feel a chill in my heart once in a while, always saying the most horrible things with the most decent gestures.”

“You’re a historian, do you know how humans tamed wolves into dogs?”

Murphy pulled Necessary Evil from his blade once more as he addressed Tris:
“Submissive genes are passed on, and unloved manic and uncontrolled individuals deserve to be shot on sight, and in my opinion, the reason jackals have threatened the continent for centuries isn’t just because they can live and refuse to be civilized.

It’s simply because we haven’t mastered proper domestication.

You have to accept them .
Before you can reform them.”

“Swish.”

The grim blade of the sword pointed forward at a double-stranded, warring Jackal mystic mage, who was clutching a broken bone staff covered in blood, his face showing despair.

It didn’t dare to look up into Murphy’s eyes, but it heard Murphy say to it:

“Kneel down!”

“Ow?”

“Kneel and you’ll live, even better.”

The jackal understood what Murphy was saying, but it didn’t seem intent on obeying.

It raised its claws shakily, and with a grin Murphy shrugged, cutting its neck in a swing of his sword blade before turning his head to look at the other brute soldier who was already covered in blood.

He repeated:

“Kneel!”

This time, Murphy was lucky.

The jackal was terrified.

Fear filled its mind, and the constant vibrations echoing from the ground behind it and the wailing of its compatriots represented that death was very, very close.

Facing the blade of the sword that was still dripping blood in Murphy’s hand, the jackal savage soldier had no intention of showing his bravery.

It fell to the ground and begged.

Murphy looked back at Tris and said:
“Look, how hard can it be?”

“This is making me sick, Murph!”

Tris got a rare bit angry, and Murphy shook his head, soothingly:

“Taming a species is never a process that can be comfortable, my Goddess of Victory, but we can put it another way, we’ll bring them civilization and freedom of soul, give them dignity and a petri dish.

There will always be some fools who believe in this and hold it as axiomatic.

And those guys with brains no bigger than a walnut but pretentious are the individuals we need to keep, I just want to solve the black plague once and for all, and that’s what I’m trying to do.

Actually, you know, vampires have been making similar attempts for a long time.

Those deadbeat bloodsuckers .
I’m just picking up where my ancestors left off.”

“Don’t do that in front of my eyes, I don’t like it.”

Tris snorted coldly and turned away.

She raised her scepter as if to vent her anger and conjured a sublime meteorite burning with purple fire from the night sky to slam down towards the fleeing jackals.

Murphy watched Tris leave, and as he looked back at the Jackal sprawled in front of him, he said:
“I will appoint you as the overseer of the first engineering team in Transylvania, as a reward for this ‘loyalty’ of yours ah, Tris is right.

This sort of thing is really uncomfortable.”
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“Crap! I’ve decided, I’m going to be a cavalryman! Just like them!”

On the battlefield under the darkness of the night, the excited Happy Stick led his brothers to cooperate with Maxim’s People’s Army to hunt down the fleeing jackals.

He stared unblinkingly at the winged cavalrymen who had spread out in formation in the darkness and started to carry out eviction operations, and he yelled at his brothers:

“This is what I imagined to be the perfect profession! Brothers, we’re going to charge a wave! We need to hurry up and brush up the favorability of these NPCs, I have a hunch.

No, I’m certain of it!
We can become Winged Cavalry, and this could be the third career system to be opened up next! Cool, this kind of indestructible charge is what makes men romantic.”

“But you also said before that using a sword to cut down ghouls is what makes it romantic for men.”

The Tiger Leopard Rider-Pro beside him spat:

“When you saw Little Vikrama get that Hammer Guard, you said that using that thing to dry-crush the enemy’s head is what makes men’s romance, and when you saw Lord Murphy soaring under the night sky, you said that flying is what makes men’s romance.

Brother Stick, just how much romance is there in your life?”

“It can’t be helped, our Brother Bang is such a flirtatious man, he wants his life to be filled with all kinds of romance.”

Another brother added in a bitchy manner:
“But even though he chases romance so much, he hasn’t met a woman who knows how to appreciate his romance at the age of thirty.

Gee, that has to be a tragedy.”

“Shut up you guys!”

Happy Stick scolded in annoyance:

“This is a war, so all be serious! And it’s not that I don’t want to find one, I just haven’t met the right one, so shut up! Shut up! Shut up! What’s the point of me explaining this to you guys? Are you all so nosy in a game?
Come on, let’s go!
Keep going!
Get rid of those jackals!
Get our team points up and hold on to first place!”

“Ha, rush rush, a certain older single bachelor is in a hurry, I won’t say who.”

(End of chapter)