450. Chapter 448 – 447 – The Company of Swamp Brothers for Brother “Orchid Eyes”

Chapter 448 447. swamp brother company – for the “blue eyes” brother [1425].

Major Ron really knows the “art” of speaking, don’t look at this guy usually in the side of Colonel Frazier is always laughing and joking, but when it comes to the real thing, he is also able to say a stream of crooked way.

That a series of “courage and dignity” words out basically eliminated the side of a few officers to shirk the intention of cowardice, unless they are willing to personally take off their own face into the mud and then step on a foot.

We are all from the general family, from childhood in the father’s generation under the conditioning of the man’s face is more important than life, who would like to be in this rotten swamp by people pointing their noses and calling cowards?
But this agitation is actually helpless.

Although Colonel Fraser and Major Ron both confirmed that most of their team were great guys, however, they also had to admit that this military observer group did have cowards who really ran to gild the lily.

Once they were allowed to find room to play, it would only take the cowardice of two or three people to affect the actions of the pioneering pioneers, and even cause the entire legion to lose face on the Black Plague battlefield.

What happened in Marlow Town had already caused Marshal Loren to harbor anger in his heart, and if the pioneering troops made any more missteps, Fraser and Ron would definitely have to be heavily punished!
Thus, Major Ron’s action that seemed too radical was actually discussed with Fraser in advance.

Since Fraser was still dealing with the final arrangements in Marlow Town, as the current chief officer of the Military Observer Corps, Ron had to hold up his position and momentum.

As for the student party’s more or less seemingly arrogant questioning .
This actually wasn’t within Ron’s thoughts, although born a noble, a part of his character that had rolled around in the barracks when he was underage was solidified into military habits.

For those who are capable, Major Ron will also give the necessary respect.

Soldiers always viewed the world in a simple way, either as a friend or an enemy, rarely as a third identity.

The fact that the student party, a group of young vampires, had been able to break through the swamp blockade and occupy three posts in a short period of time deserved a measure of respect for the strength that lay beneath such actions.

Anyway, in the evening of the same day, the 400 men of the vanguard soldiers of the Kingdom of Canary Blossom under the command of Major Ron moved into the three seized posts, and they had to face the Skeleton Army that would become especially berserk in the dark environment.

Although the nearby undead had been routed by the student party, once these guys reorganized, these soldiers would have to face a siege of more than a hundred times the number of enemies.

They weren’t very familiar with the terrain yet, nor did they have any experience in swamp combat, the enemies were undead that had no fear of death and no fear to speak of, the master messenger was hiding behind the scenes and maneuvering, and the only advantage was that the undead in the vicinity weren’t elites, the kind of trouble that could be taken care of with bullets and war hammers.

To be honest, this kind of enemy is far from dangerous in this vibrant “hot land” of Transylvania.

“Are you really going to hand over all three outposts to these Goldfinch soldiers?”

In the evening night, holding his staff, Che Che levitated in the night sky of the swamp and looked down at the foreign soldiers who were changing their defense and entering the guard post position, he looked at these well-equipped warriors with skepticism, and asked Pigeon Treasure, who was preparing a wide-area detection spellcaster beside him, in a low voice:
“It’s not that I’m doubting their combat power, I don’t think that Short Man Marshal would pick a bunch of rookies to come running to Transylvania to give him a turn to disgrace himself, the problem is that it’s completely unnecessary! Hasn’t our guild already applied for auxiliaries from the People’s Army?

Wouldn’t our own people be more comfortable using them?
Moreover, the soldiers under Maxim’s command all have rich experience in fighting the undead.

Voila! These cowards from East Prussia are even carrying guns, and they don’t even realize that fire is much more useful than bullets when fighting the undead.”

“People came up here to die, wanting to see the intensity of Transylvania’s battles, all comers are guests, you have to be a bit of a landlord.”

Good Dove casually explained as she patched up the psychic energy model of her detection spell and started it to resonate with the surrounding psychic energy to shape and confirm the detection range:

“Besides, they’re the supporting force for this western front of ours, it was arranged by the development team, it’s not like we chose it ourselves. This means that whether we like it or not, we have to brush up on this reputation of the Golden Sparrow Blossom Pioneering Vanguard.

It’s better to rush in early than late.”

Pigeon Treasure’s fingers twitched, casting the spell as lightly as a competent psychic would, fully molding the Detect spell into shape, allowing him to gain the status of stealthy detection of all areas near the perimeter of the post below for nearly fifteen hundred yards in the next instant.

This detection effect would remain in effect as long as he, the caster, did not leave this range.

Finishing the spell, Good Dove let out a long breath, feeling smug at his smooth casting.

He did have the capital to be smug.

Because the casting of spells in this ghost game was not as simple as a double click of the mouse, as a caster one had to skillfully master the model of the psychic energy spells and master the trick of casting the spells through many practices, and occasionally apply complex formulas to accurately control the flow of the psychic energy and the frequency of the resonance.

It can be said that the career path of the psychic master is very different from the melee combat of hacking and slashing, and the casters are pursuing artistic and ritualized precision.

At present, there are a lot of players who want to become psychic masters, and there are also a lot of guys who have switched to the field of psychic energy as a secondary profession, but so far, those who can become excellent psychic masters are still rare, and those who are left can only be evaluated by the Grand Duke of Cuirce and Missy as “mediocre”.

Good Pigeon and Che Che happen to be two of those handful of “excellent ones”, in addition to the fact that their character specialties are more inclined to be spell casters, it is also enough to prove that these two college students have not yet lost their learning ability, hardworking quality and academic qualities that they had at the peak of their lives.

“You go to post two.”

Good Dove began preparing another concealment spell to inflict on himself, and he whispered to Che Che as he prepared to cast the spell:
“Just like on my side, hide and maintain detection, according to our previous experience with the Skeleton Army in the Smuggler’s Woodland, although the Jackal Warlock made a strategic contraction, there must still be guys who manipulate the Skeleton Army hiding around here.

I reckon it could be necromancers or Underworld Knights, and the number shouldn’t be too high.

Now that we have these Goldfinches stationed at the guard post to help us attract attention, we can disappear into the darkness and move freely, and tonight’s combat goal is to wipe out all those necromancers hiding in the vicinity.

If that doesn’t work, then try to drive them in the direction of Plague Town.

Not only do we need to take down these posts, but we also need to guard them!

If Plague Town can be successfully taken by us, then these posts that are rooted on the road that we must pass through can become a safe road for us to extend outward from this stronghold.”

“Uh-huh, okay, I’m on my way.”

Che Che adjusted his direction without complaint, and before leaving, he bragged to Good Dove:

“You’re finally a bit of a sheikh’s majesty, look at you, Pigeonpaw, now you’re practically like a psychic energy user who’s both bullish and wise, tsk, you’re reading the Art of War.”

“Same to each other, my dear Che Che.”

Pigeon Treasure also gave face to the commercial mutual admiration and said:
“As a psychic energy user already recognized by Onii-chan, there are still a lot of details I have to learn from you in terms of swift spell casting and psychic energy rituals. When Onii-chan’s ‘Red Magic Pavilion’ is officially listed for business, the two of us will have to help each other in it as well.”

“I say, will you two please show some face?”

Just as these two guys were bragging about each other commercially, Badger’s helpless voice rang out over the communication channel as he spat:
“Can you two turn off team sharing when you’re bragging about each other? Everyone’s listening, asshole, the gym students are laughing their asses off, don’t embarrass our dorm, okay? If you guys keep this up, we’re going to put you in the playground in front of the public!
Get to work!

The Devil’s Eight and the Shadowfiend’s brothers are familiarizing themselves with the use of the Command Staff at the Bloodclaw Lair, and they’re expected to arrive here tomorrow to provide support.

Take care of these necromancers before they get here! Show them the strength of our Beast Corps!”

Badger’s flurry of reprimands caused Pigeon Treasure and Che Che to slink off to do their work.

Well.

As the most “big picture” and observant member of the student party, Badgeron is the true mastermind of the Beasts, and he’s the one who planned and organized tonight’s chase.

The young players have had a lot of experience with undead creatures, to say the least.

After entering the game, they had encountered ghouls and ghosts, even cleaned up the city sewers twice, and after encountering the Skeleton Army in the Smuggler’s Woods, they had also been studying their methods of warfare. Luckily, the “Sea of Undead” in this continent was not too different from the undead systems in other worlds.

Numbers were always an advantage that could not be ignored.

Morale and fearlessness are the key points to focus on, but general brainlessness and reliance on core commanders are also the biggest weaknesses of the Skeleton Army and the Sea of Undead.

The undead have a hard time performing thinking actions, so the biggest problem once they are assembled into an army is whether or not they can have a good central command.

This typical “hive-like” structure allows the players to quickly summarize the best way to deal with them, not to waste time and they play a war of attrition, one-strike decapitation strategy is the real killer of the undead.

Based on these experiences, the tactical arrangement of the student party tonight was very appropriate, which also satisfied Lord Murphy, who was observing the battlefield of the swamp through Refnor’s vision.

He would have just finished his sword fight with Necessary Evil for the day, and was preparing to take advantage of the arrival of night to take a good squint, and before going to sleep Murphy paid special attention to the situation of the student party who had already started their battle in the swamp.

These guys are very special “Murphy’s descendants” in the current game, the first student party has a very special status in the Blood Wyvern clan, they do not belong to one of the three major factions but directly under Murphy’s command. Although they are not Murphy’s warriors, when it comes to the vampire lord’s most trusted players, Badger and the others are definitely on the top of the list.

“Although these guys have been operating in Hogg’s territory lately and haven’t come to Scarlet Castle to honor me, and not being able to hear these little guys’ wisecracks has made me feel quite lonely, but their rate of progress really can’t be underestimated.

Sure enough!

Even if all players have 1.5 times the learning power, these youngsters who are having the best time of their lives are still the fastest in learning and progressing, they are already qualified vampire warriors.”

Murphy leaned back in his chair and watched with an appreciative gesture as his faction members formed a stealthy hunting formation under the swampy night, lurking down in three groups centered around the three posts ready to deal with the boisterous night and pull off an outstanding one-two punch.

“Adele, watch them for me.”

Murphy yawned as he felt sleep coming on and barked at Lady Adele, who was also in the swamp, through the spiritual connection between the Exalted Lord and his children:

“Remember to ‘fish’ for them if danger occurs.”

“Yes, Master, I will give them special care on your behalf.”

Adele’s gentle voice rang out from Murphy’s heart as she whispered:

“I wish you a good night, and good dreams tonight.”

“Well, remember to deal with the spam posts on the forum.”

Murphy closed his eyes, reminding before the darkness clustered deep sleep came:

“And all that sci-fi about otherworldly intelligence organizations in the Special Knowledge section, as the commander of Phantom Intelligence, you should learn from your better counterparts, and not get addicted to otherworldly boring soap operas like Phimis.”

“I never watch things that interfere with my thinking, and I never liked woo-woo.”

Adele replied with conviction.

After sensing that her master had fallen asleep, the Baroness of Darkness bristled, picked up her arithmetic beads in the “swamp treehouse” she had chosen, and skillfully logged on to the forums to take her usual look at today’s updates in the movie and television section.

After realizing that several dramas she was following at the same time hadn’t been updated, she opened the study materials with an unhappy mood.

“If it weren’t for the world apart…”

Mrs. Vampire spat:

“Let’s see if I don’t arrest you guys and give you your first embrace so that you can update twenty-four hours a day ah, otherworldly entertainment is too magical! Adele ah Adele, you can’t be so burned out eh? Little Reed Name uploaded a new episode and the rating is so high?

Well, let’s watch this episode first before we go and learn how Foobler and the KGBs work.

The night is still long anyway.”
—
“Bang.”

The bone spear with decaying power tore through the filthy air and slammed hard into the stone sentry tower of the swamp post.

The fragile object exploded the moment it collided, but the grim power attached to it spread outward as the bone spear exploded, like an erupting circle of light pulling in a few of the surrounding infantrymen who couldn’t dodge.

It didn’t result in instant death, but the vicious weakness spell was still applied to them, and the infusion of negative energy caused their arms and legs to weaken in an instant as if they were seriously ill, and they couldn’t even hold the shields in their hands.

The bone arrows that followed were not precise, but they still pierced the thighs of several unlucky ones.

However, the training degree of the pioneering legionnaires is very high, as the vanguard of the selected soldiers is even more elite in the elite, spare being hurt also did not let out a cowardly hiss, but just rolled into the back of the just dug out of the trench by the other people were sent into the middle of the post to receive emergency treatment.

Major Ron stood guard at the top of the guard tower.

He leaned his back against the firing hole like the best snipers, skillfully pulling back the bolt and filling it with two gold-burning pellets, counting the time in the mental concentration brought about by his even breathing, and a moment after the bone arrows were finished, the Major rose to his feet and aimed his rifle.

He utilized some sort of shooter’s skill that made his lock-on aim lightning fast.

With two thuds, the discharged projectiles hit the shadowed swampy muck in front of them with an ear-splitting whine, not killing the huge number of skeletal cannon fodder but shattering the skulls of the two skeletal mages that were the greatest threat to the post.

This sudden kill made the skeleton mage’s brewing Bone Fire Incineration spell go out of control, and the cold phosphorus fire splashed out in all directions, involving the surrounding skeleton army in it and quickly burning them to ashes.

However, this brilliant kill could not reverse the dangerous situation at his post number three.

Before they arrived, Badger had reminded him that the location of post three had already entered the core of the first line of defense of the Skeleton Army, and that the counterattacks suffered here would be absolutely ferocious and dangerous, and Major Ron had already prepared himself mentally before he arrived.

The hundred soldiers he had placed here were also the absolute elites that his father had privately allocated to his command.

In the face of the skeleton army that surrounded them in all directions in the night, these Golden Sparrow Warriors were fearless.

They formed a shield formation along the trench surrounding the post and used muskets to defend the enemy, once the skeleton army approached on a large scale, they would use explosive bombs, the cooperation was quite good, the only regret was that there was no psychic master in the team.

This is understandable, even if the Canary Flower Kingdom has the famous continent of the Tower of the Ring, King Louis can’t be so extravagant as to give the frontline squad with psychic masters.

The manipulation of psychic energy was a talent.

Once anything rises to the level of a talent it is destined that their numbers will not be too high and will definitely not reach the level of popularity.

The fierce battle lasted from nightfall until now.

It was well known that men’s perception of time in a fighting state would always be skewed, and the embarrassing thing of mistaking ten seconds for ten minutes would often happen, and such an illusion was quite fatal on the battlefield.

“Report on the battle!”

Major Ron shouted while receiving the ammunition pouch handed over by his adjutant, and soon a basic officer shouted out:

“Our lines are flush! Sir, they can’t break through our lines, we can hold this place until we die of old age!”

“Asshole Bob, that’s not what I want to hear.”

Ron laughed at his subordinate’s confident rant and scolded:
“The wounded! How many wounded do we have?”

“Only a few unlucky ones, sir, they’ll be sent to the rear at first light, there’ll be no delay.”

The Ensign named Bob replied in a loud voice:

“Hey, if this is the battlefield the Transylvanians are so proud of, it’s pretty pedestrian. Not only is this nothing compared to the fierce battles we fought at the bottom of Cicco City, even the attack of the mountain people could crush these boneheads.”

“Hmph, I think so too.”

Major Ron grinned and reversed his aim again as he said:
“Time to teach these guys a lesson, show them the invincible battle stance of the Warriors of the Goldfinch, brothers eh? What’s that mass of light? Why is it so blinding?”

“There are high-level spell casters hiding in the opposing army formation! Sir! Get down!!!”

“Huh????”

“Boom.”

(End of chapter)