431.Chapter 429 428 Opening the eyes of the Westland lords! Let them

Chapter 429 428.Open the eyes of the Westland lords! Show them how the Transylvanians fight!
On the way here, Tepal had already learned from Colonel Fraser’s prompt message that the Pathfinder Legion soldiers stationed here were not expected to suffer heavy losses, but it was only after actually getting a report from the student party who had arrived at the battlefield first that Tepal realized the seriousness of the problem.

It had only been 2 hours since the battle started, right?

How did they lose four-fifths of their soldiers?
Even if the soldiers stationed there were mostly new recruits, but the casualty rate could be so high that it was still unimaginable to Tepal, and what made this novice village head feel even more shocked was the will to fight of those soldiers.

“They’re not players, they only have one life, but under this battle loss rate they can actually continue to fight hiss, this Pioneer Legion feels a bit strange.”

In the gallop of his warhorse, Tepal summarized the information so far and said to his fellow soldier, Uncle Fodin, in a secret language:
“If this is the enemy that the Portia Confederacy will have to face in the Ten Years’ War, then I can understand why Transylvania would still end up in a defeat with such a strong folk. I feel my head ache even more when I think about the fact that we will have to fight such an opponent in the future.”

“Don’t be afraid, this is definitely not a normal situation.”

Uncle Fodin was older after all and acted steadily.

He responded with quite a look of a great general:
“I guess it’s not that they don’t want to run but they don’t have the means to break out, the Jackals drove the Skeleton Army to encircle the surroundings, no matter where they run they will only end up as a captive, plus the Pioneer Legion’s strict military discipline and the fact that they’re the last group of guards in Banks City, the city will be finished if they run.

It’s no surprise that these three overlapping forces resulted in such a grueling blockade, but the losses are truly horrific, do these Xilan people fight with their feet?

We’ve dealt with skeleton armies in the smuggler’s woodlands as well, and the losses weren’t as heavy as this.”

“We do have intelligence support, we know how to deal with these undead, but it’s the first time the Silanians have seen this kind of battle, it’s understandable that their hands are busy and they’re using the wrong tactics of battle resulting in a large number of casualties.”

Tepal said as he lay on his back and let his body move up and down in time with the gallop of his warhorse:

“However such a will to fight should not be underestimated, I have commissioned the warriors of the Blood Vulture Clan to help us locate the undead summoners, they will also help us to slow down the speed at which those guys are summoning undead, so that we can join the battlefield with a thunderous force.

This is the first large-scale battle for the Knights of the Riptide, old Fording, you need to behave decently.”

“Ch, don’t pretend to be a general in command of the army if you’re an administrative professional, take your first regiment and honestly steer our charge from the flanks.”

Uncle Ferdin said rather contemptuously:
“Think about your poor guards, they are usually tired enough defending you, don’t increase their workload.”

“You’re slandering, I’ve clearly practiced my riding skills and shock tactics very hard!”

Tepal retorted weakly:
“Even though I am an administrator, I never lacked courage as a warrior of the Holy Light.”

“Hey! Tepal, don’t charge so fast!”

The voice of Ms. Bikki, who served as the cavalry instructor as well as the commander of the shock array, interrupted Tepal’s retort as she chided:
“You’re the worst rider in this batch of knights, didn’t I say that just now? You have to be in the last batch to charge into the battlefield, lest the others have to worry about your safety . Never mind, you come over to my side and act as a battlefield observer along with Livin to report the situation to me in a timely manner.”

“Hahaha!”

Uncle Ferdin’s unscrupulous laughter made Teepal’s hand holding the horse’s reins tremble a little.

He wanted to yell at Ms. Becky that he had clearly mastered the skill of charging, but thinking that the other party was a lady, he was a big man who could not lose his temper with her, even though she was a “delicate woman” who could punch him in the brain, but men’s manners should still be spoken of.

So, Tepal slowed down with a smelly face, and converged to the side of Raven Knight again.

At this time, the half-dragon knight had already turned on some of the abilities given to her by her god, that pair of eyes like the pupils of turquoise snakes shining brightly in the darkness of the night, bringing a light wind to bring the entire line of knights rushing forward wrapped in a layer of fog of war that can isolate the psychic probes and effectively reduce the noise that would be brought about by the horses running.

While the Dragonborn of Calum tended to have a wide variety of strange abilities, Ms. Raven was only a half-dragon, which made the powers she had inherited from the Dragon of the Astral Plane incomplete, and seemed to be more of a supportive force at the moment.

That doesn’t matter much, though.

Although Livin usually played the role of Ms. Becky’s escort in a very low profile, her personal combat power was not inferior to Becky’s, and even vaguely higher than that just pretending to be weak in order to take care of her best friend’s mood.

“Last ten minutes to the engagement site, everyone do a final check!”

Raven Knight’s cold and clear voice in the wind clearly reached every knight’s ears, making the already fist-pumping small players even more restless.

Although on the surface all of these guys’ expressions underneath their face helmets were unusually serious, in reality, in the team-framed communication, these guys were close to shouting out their most excited yearnings at the top of their lungs.

Because of the time lag in entering the game, they almost missed several of Transylvania’s “wars of establishment”, which is the most regrettable thing for these guys, but now, with the approach of the Black Plague, one conflict after another is on the stage, so that the blood of these warriors can finally be waved on the destiny of this land.

They are also players.

They have all the “virtues” of the old players, and because of the characteristics of role-playing players, they have more behavioral patterns that distinguish them from ordinary players.

They have to be more than the old players to value collective and individual honor, although the “honor roll” in Fort Riptide is still bare, but from Tepal to Uncle Fodin to every person in the team have no doubt that in the near future, that record of glory will be written on the walls of the legend created by their hands.

This game does not have any copy of the first kill or camp rivalry, but it does have some more attractive qualities.

Instead of looking at everything from an outsider’s or third party’s perspective, it roughly shoves the reins of the future into their hands, allowing them to participate in the shaping and driving of a real future.

Building and destroying are always the two most fulfilling things to do.

And now that the Knights of the Riptide would be enjoying these two very different feelings of fulfillment at the same time, ask how that couldn’t feel exciting.

As the wildly running horses crossed the last hill before entering the battlefield, when the neighing horses finally stepped on the earth close to the battlefield, the foremost player knights all saw the chaotic land under the burning flames in the distance, and a few sentry towers that were still burning were like torches under the darkness of the night guiding the way forward for them.

The closer they got, the more they could sense the deeper dichotomy this war held, the chaos represented by the jackals versus the order that was being upheld but precarious.

And the corpses that fell by the side of the road.
Those who had fled from the already destroyed villages had not been able to escape the relentless pursuit of the undead, and just by the twisted gestures of their dying bodies they could see how desperate they were.

“If only we had come a little faster…”

This particular emotion of remorse echoed in the hearts of Tepal and every single Riptide Knight.

As they got closer to the battlefield, the clear sight of the walkers that had just been reanimated by the jackal warlocks, the wretched innocents, the men, women, and children, the desecrated deaths quickly transformed this remorse into anger.

It was like dropping a spark into a hearth already stacked with firewood.

“Kill!”

The frontmost Uncle Ferdin roared and thrust his riding lance forward, the kinetic energy built up by the galloping warhorse made this strike like a stone blow that picked the ugly ghouls blocking the way forward and sent them flying.

Using him as a charging vector, the following riders were like knives slicing into bread, quickly tearing open a passageway to the Jackal Warlock’s location in the place where this group of walkers had gathered.

Unfortunately, they were not the winged cavalry with endless impact power.

Facing the sea of undead that had gathered in size by now, the impact of the first batch of riders was quickly depleted then delayed by the undead in front of them, but it didn’t matter, as Uncle Fodin’s roar caused the first group of riders to spread out to the two flanks, followed closely by Miss Bikki and her clan knights, who had already topped them off.

It was a charging tactic that Knight Valander himself had developed for the Knights of the Riptide.

They could achieve the same effect as the wing cavalry’s shock tactics by using this alternating wave charge, the only problem was that executing this precise tactic on a chaotic battlefield required a lot of time for practice, and also required the knights to maintain a state of “heart-to-heart” among themselves to ensure that they could execute the ladder charge smoothly without the need to fine-tune their orders. The ladder charge was executed without fine-tuning the orders.

This is difficult for the average cavalryman, but very easy for the player.

They had the assistance of a team framework that allowed each group of riders to receive orders from their commander and execute them at any time,

The scene was also watched by the student party vampires hovering high above, with Badger exclaiming:

“This isn’t as impressive as the fearless charge of the Winged Cavalry, but these RPers can do it! Look at how they work together like a gear set that’s already in motion, so silky smooth.”

“What’s the point of emoting at this point! Quickly go down and give them directions for the onslaught, we must take out those Jackal Warlocks hiding amongst the undead as fast as possible.” The Meowshark next to him shouted, copied his own battle halberd and flew down towards the target site that had long been scouted below, and Badger, who was following behind him, fumbled out one of Brother Loyalty’s hand rubbed flare guns and took a shot into the air.

The crimson fireworks exploded into the air, like the perfect lighthouse guiding the direction for the Riptide Knights who entered the battlefield.

As the fireworks exploded in the sky and shone on the ground in scarlet light, the Jackal Warlock Plague Tooth, who was hiding behind the sea of undead and directing the battlefield, raised his head suddenly.

The red fireworks in the sky and the incoming vampires both represented that the situation had advanced to the point that it least expected.

This raid had failed!
The vampires of Transylvania had sensed their presence and cooperated with the soldiers of the Kingdom of Canary Flower to strangle them.

Ah, damn it!

Plague Tooth angrily raised the bone staff in his hand.

At its silent command, the sue-ravens filled with foreboding flew out of the shadows to cooperate with the skeleton scavenger birds to attack the vampires in the sky.

However, players were the best at learning from experience, and after the last time the Big Bird Spinning Regiment in Xike City was almost brought to a mass destruction by the Scavenging Birds, countermeasures against this anti-air force had long been developed.

Badger pulled out something from his waist and threw it out fiercely, then covered his eyes in the air.

The other vampires did the same, a few seconds later with a blinding flash of light blossoming in the dark night, the “Sun Bomb” originating from the psychic master, Mr. Heru, detonated in the air and burned those undead birds like bald chickens smashing into the ground.

The sudden outburst of the sun’s psychic energy brought a burning sensation to the vampires as well, but without the obstacles in the air, they were able to utilize their death parachute to its deadliest threat.

In a blink of an eye, as Plague Tooth recovered from the blindness brought on by the flashbang, the position beside him was already littered with streams of blades and dark lightning thrown by the vampire psionics.

“Ahh! I’m hit, I’m bleeding.”

His Excellency Plague Tooth’s “mouth replacement” jackal wailed miserably next to him.

This unlucky bastard was jumping up and down in pain after having his claws cut off by Badger with his knife and having his tail bitten by the hyena released by the Meow Shark.

However, this batch of Plague Clan’s warlocks were all elite, they wouldn’t be so easily flustered by a few vampires’ surprise attack.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t just the vampires and the Riptide Knights who were charging this way that launched the attack on this batch.

“Run! Quickly run! Our army is defeated! The vampire murderers are going to kill us.”

Hoggle’s long voice screamed, that damn “defeatist manifesto” sounding out of place, casting some kind of fear over the chaos.

The damned crotch-pulling reaction displeased Plague Tooth, who was already preparing to summon a meteorite for a counterattack.

He turned his head and glared at Hogg in an attempt to calm the punk down, but in response to his silent rebuke, two vicious blades suddenly flared up.

“Pfft.”

The assassination sneak attack at such a close range made Plague Tooth not even have time to react before it felt a sharp pain added to its body.

Thanks to the “friendship” with Crippled Claw, Hogg had enough raw materials and opportunity to “spice up” the Jackal style bone saw blade in his hand, this weapon shining with malicious shimmering light was plunged into the Jackal Warlock’s chest by Hogg at this moment, while the other weapon coated with Witch Hunter’s The other, an eagle-clawed blade coated in witch-hunter’s sword oil, made a sinister circle around the plague-toothed neck, slitting its already injured vocal cords and throat in half.

But what made Plague Tooth feel more fearful than the physical pain was the shock on the mind level!
It covered its slit throat and let out a coughing sound as blood with poison spilled out from the cracks of its claws.

That was life draining out.

In the chaotic background of the earth shaking, Plague Tooth staggered back to look at the still skinny crippled pariah in front of him with an unfathomable gaze, but Hogg’s face that should have been filled with sycophancy and fear at that moment was covered with a kind of pleasure that Plague Tooth couldn’t comprehend?

“Don’t look at me like that.”

Hogg didn’t step forward to pursue the attack.

He was always very aware of his own strength, and he had already done all the work that Lord Murphy had ordered him to do, even giving himself extra work.

While retreating into the shadows in the midst of the chaos, it high-fived a passing cart like an old friend under the watchful eye of Plague Tooth.

As it disappeared in front of Plague Tooth’s eyes, Hogg waved his paw at it in a very “friendly” farewell.

Chief Bloodclaw said to it:

“You are twice my height, but less than half my lowly intelligence! I removed one of Torn Flesh’s arms with little effort. I will continue until I have in my hands all that you have but do not deserve.

My dear warlock, you could have killed me with one claw, but sadly my story will continue and your life will end here.

You hate me, I feel it.

Ha, go to the Lord of the Hunt and complain about me! If it will indeed punish me.

Torn Flesh is right, we as a race really need a higher intelligence, but that’s of little concern to you.

Farewell.
No, goodbye forever!”

“Buzz.”

At the same time that Hogg disappeared into the wraith of shadows, the throwing spear that sped over to him nailed Plague Tooth’s feet hard with an air that cracked the mountain.

The lightning spell attached to the tip of its spear was triggered into blinding flying paralyzing lightning that pulled all the surrounding living into it, and with the neighing gallop of the warhorse, Miss Bikki, carrying a riding lance, appeared under the chaotic blackness of the night with her trademark blue cloak.

She saw the distinctive Plague Tooth, who she guessed would be the leader of this brazen sneak attack tonight.

Excitement and killing intent were written all over her eyes.

O my brave grandfather and beautiful grandmother above, the legend of your most adorable little granddaughter will begin with this jackal warlock who will inevitably die under my gun.

Hey, it really was a good idea to listen to grandpa’s advice to join Transylvania’s army in the first place.

Weak Fraser, open your eyes and take a good look!
Who is the one who won this great victory tonight!

“Bang!”

The terrifying impact applied through the mounted lance was like a swing of the Fist of Terror, and the moment Miss Bikki came over with her horse, Plague Tooth’s head exploded like a watermelon.

This elite Jackal Warlock had not been able to release even a single deadly spell until his death.

But in fact, before its head exploded, the toxin that Hogg left on the sharp blade, which was configured by Mrs. Adele under the guidance of Grand Duke Tris, had already taken most of its life.

However, this does not change the “chivalrous” behavior of Becky who eventually stole the head.

This scene made the group of players following behind Biki extremely disappointed.

Hey, this Jackal was a small boss, but I didn’t expect to be robbed of the first kill by an NPC, so this is definitely a plot kill, right?
Poor review!

Must ruthlessly give a bad review to Dog Plot! However, this small BOSS also dropped a “Jackal Warlock Seat Wolf” reins, ah ah ah ah ah, today’s explosion rate is really high ah!
(End of chapter)