475.Chapter 473 472 Vampire Jackal Walkers? What’s this?
Chapter 473 472. vampire + jackal + zombie? What kind of stitching monster is this!
Murphy’s warriors have entered the south side of Plague Town with the help of an army of Tree People, and have begun a fierce battle with the Jackal Boss “Zombie Governor” Kemble, who is guarding the town.
This scene was immediately observed by Flesh Tear in the Warlock Tower.
But it didn’t care, and didn’t even seem to see that the enemy had already entered the lair.
The events of the past few days in Plague Town were unknown to outsiders, and even though Torn Flesh and Crippled Claw had lost control of the Tectonic Tower as a result of an “overly successful” resurrection ceremony, the King of Bone Biters sealed within would become a nightmare for the Transylvanians if unleashed when necessary.
Torn Flesh doesn’t think the Transylvanians will be able to take over their town.
Most importantly, having obtained the “Staff of Creation” and studied it for several days with some results, Lord Torn Flesh is no longer in the mood to stay here and continue this “earthly fun” with these vampire servants.
The only reason why he stayed here was to spend some time to get a new body for Cripple Claw, and then he planned to get out completely.
The players entered Plague Town at the right time, just as the flesh was being torn to reawaken Crippled Claw.
“You stay here!”
Torn Meat hobbled on its feet and carried its long-packed traveling bag, as well as carrying a small red bucket in its hand, filled with various materials it might need to use once it entered the Land of Creation.
It said to Crippledpaw behind it, who was getting up from the sewing table and still adjusting to his new body:
“I’ll leave you access to all the defenses of Plague Town, all the warlocks here are under your command, you’re here to help me buy a little time.
Open the tectonic tower if necessary!
Unleash my king, its limitless power and aversion to the living will exterminate all Jackal enemies for us.
I must hurry and make another trip to the land of creation.
I must bring forth the Tablet of our Jackal civilization, it is said that only with that in hand can we bring back an emperor to our race.
Crippled Claw, you don’t have to stick around here for too long, after three days take my king with you and get out of here no matter what the situation is! As you leave, you will activate the self-destruct spell of this mage tower and bury all traces of the Transylvanians who rushed in, along with all traces of this town.
I will be waiting for you to rendezvous at the end of the swamp that leads to the Dark Mountains.”
“I suggest you don’t go.”
Crippleclaw’s entire head was sewn onto the body of a “fresh” jackalope warlock, and it seemed to have a slight problem with its vocal sutures, which made it speak in a very harsh voice.
But the insane Crippleclaw didn’t care about such a small problem.
It hobbled to its feet and cocked its head at Torn Flesh:
“You’re very unconscious right now! You think you’re sane but you’re crazier than I am! You’re clearly no longer able to resist the guidance of the unexplained longing in your heart, as if an invisible hand is pulling you towards death.
You’re no longer sane, tearing flesh.
You’re like one of those stupid brutes who can’t resist the lure of fresh meat and are swallowing poisoned bait just to satisfy your appetite.
If
If you have to go to your death, return my life box to me first!”
“And then what? Returned it to you, then what?”
Torn Flesh sneered with a weird twist of his head:
“I’m not so sure that the chaos that occurred in the Tectonic Tower was just an accident, and I’m even less sure that you didn’t reserve any means of self-preservation for it when you resurrected my king.
What happened that night was your own doing, Crippleclaw!
You wanted to use the power of the King of Bitten Bones to wipe out me and the explorers, so that not only would you be free, but you’d have the mysteries of the Land of Creation all to yourself .
How cunning.
Too bad you can’t hide your little mind from me.
If I give you my life box, the King of Bones will come into the Warlock Tower and crush me to death, won’t he?
Don’t forget, you were chosen by me as an apprentice when you were a child!
Don’t you forget that I taught you!”
Hearing Torn Flesh dismantle its trick made Crippled Claw let out a sudden, discouraged growl, its strangely out-of-focus eyes swirling as it seemed to yell and curse once it briefly regained consciousness:
“But you turned me into a monster!”
“I only gave you power and taught you knowledge, it was your choice to become a monster! Don’t blame me for your stupid mistakes!”
Torn Flesh roared.
The voice erupted from almost every bone in the shriveled body, and it roared with a kind of “rage” anger:
“After you went mad and turned a whole mountain pass full of clansmen into walking corpses! It was you who, after being punished, still did not know how to control yourself and attracted the Arbiter of the Underworld!
It was I who brought you back from the brink of extinction!
It was I who sewed your broken body back together, who restored your shattered mind to insanity, who sacrificed ten years of my life so that you could escape the search of the Underworld’s will!
You stupid bastard!
I had nurtured you as a successor, and you are to blame for every step you have taken to get to where you are now! It’s not just your own life you’re recklessly playing with, you wanton bastard! You have shattered the hope I left for the future and the successor I chose for the clan.
But I don’t want to talk to you about that anymore!
You stand guard here!
You must hold off those bastard vampires and their minions for me. I need time to get my clan’s sacred relic back.
When this is over, I will return the life box to you!
You and the Plague Clan will have nothing to do with each other after this, you are content to be a monster go ahead, maybe you can find another jackal who is willing to wipe your ass.
I’m tired, Crippledpaw.”
After the roar, Torn Meat waved his hand full of exhaustion, signaling that Crippled Claw could get the hell out of there.
The Corpse Constructor limped away, and at the top of the Warlock Tower, which had quieted down again, Torn Flesh looked at the Staff of Creation in his hand.
Its old, cloudy eyes were filled with some kind of unspeakable longing.
“Babe . Ah, the treasure of my people .”
Torn Flesh stroked the metal staff in its hand.
There was a gentleness in its eyes that could give one goosebumps, and as the window opened, the heavily armed bipedal flying dragon was already waiting in the swampy winds that filled the area with unease.
Torn Flesh cradled the metal staff in his arms and boarded his flying dragon carrying the small red bucket like an old beatnik running with a bucket.
In a low voice as if making an oath, it said:
“I will soon bring back what we are missing, yes! It won’t be long now.”
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“What? Brother Woo Meow’s squad is reunited? Didn’t they attack in? How is this the first boss that hasn’t been fought? It’s not right!”
Happy Stick, who was commanding the veterans of the Hammer and Sickle Regiment to advance steadily along the northern defense line, received the “bad news” that his good friend, Brother Woo Meow, had died a few minutes ago in the first battle of the Raider’s copy of Plague Town.
The “war correspondent” Little Reed has already posted the entire process of this failed boss battle on the forums, and it has become the hot post of the day.
Happy Stick hurriedly came to a round of “battlefield fishing” opened the game forum, carefully read the southern front of the BOSS battle.
Summarize it is not complicated.
The individual strength of Ken Porter, who was resurrected by the Plague Clan with the secret technique of necromancy, has been severely reduced, but this zombie boss has the ability to corrode with poison and spray venom.
Brother Woo Meow just accidentally died from these two vicious skills.
He hacked so much that he forgot about the accumulated toxin debuffs on his body, which in iteration dealt a frighteningly high amount of damage, and his self-purification ability as a believer in Avalon simply wasn’t enough.
Mrs. Water’s continuous dispersal results in the middle of a mistake a break, let that carry a legendary weapon crazy around the back to sneak attack BOSS chrysanthemums of the guy was directly poisoned to death.
The death of that called a miserable ah!
It is said to be the kind of corpse that does not exist, but also thanks to their team of three or five buckets have powerful defense equipment, see the situation directly hold up “Avalon’s earth God’s country” this stage of the strongest defense magic players have mastered.
This is to protect other people properly exit the zombie Ken Porter’s attack range, but also in the pursuit of the small monsters safely leave the plague town.
However, when they withdrew from their position, they declared that the strategy had failed, and Missy’s side also withdrew the psychic countermeasures and released a team mission to destroy the psychic nodes instead.
This mission required the player team to temporarily leave Plague Town and head to two other places in the swamp to set up spiritual energy relay points, snatching the swamp spiritual energy back from the Jackals, thus weakening the defense of Plague Town to allow more people to enter it to carry out the raid.
This is obviously a way for the development team to guide those new players who are unable to participate in the raiding, and guide them to do what they can to avoid wasting their time here.
This terrible news also brought a smile full of pain and sadness to Stick’s face.
He exited the forums and whispered:
“Letting you guys ‘fly solo’! Now you know you’re wrong, right? Let’s be good friends for the rest of our lives, cooperating with each other is the way to success.”
“Yet my lord, have you ever noticed that your partner’s failure means that the defenses within Plague Town are far more powerful than you had previously anticipated?”
The voice of Melia Corando Lecumbra quietly sounded in Happy Stick’s mind as she warned with a tone of gravity:
“In terms of combat power in the individual realm, your team is not much stronger than King Woo Meow’s team, and they have the assistance of the top-ranking healers and supporters among the current group of warriors, yet they still haven’t been able to get past the blockade set up by the Jackal Warlocks.
This means that if you were to be the first to attack it, then the results encountered would most likely not be much better than theirs.
Perhaps you should adjust your previous deployment.”
“Hmm, that makes sense.”
Stick was listening to advice, and he immediately summoned his adjutant, Pro, and based on the details of the battle disclosed on the forums by Little Reed’s name, which Pro was to arrange, he gave his team members an emergency batch of equipment to replace before stepping into Plague Town.
Because of the economic support from the Treasure Bay’s great wealth owner, Stick’s team was extremely generous in this battle.
They had prepared several sets of equipment for themselves to deal with different scenarios based on the types of attacks of the undead they encountered in the swamp in advance. After learning that the gatekeeper boss was of the Poison type, they immediately replaced the “Psychic Defender” chain armor they had purchased at a high price from Madame Tris’s alchemy hut with the “Psychic Defender” chain armor.
This set of equipment belonged to the rare sequence, all attributes were mediocre, but only strengthened the protection against psychic energy and elemental damage, and its accompanying defensive attribute enchantment naturally included the response to toxin erosion damage.
After Happy Stick’s team killed their way through the last pass of the northern defense line, the time was already close to midnight.
Missy descended from the sky as before, and after asking and receiving Happy Stick’s affirmative answer in a very procedural manner, she turned on the psychic energy countermeasures on this side, tearing apart the psychic energy defenses of the northern gate of Plague and Poison Town.
At this time, Happy Stick, who had already changed into special equipment, and his own team members ragedly killed their way in.
They had already learned their lesson and made adjustments, and they were very confident that this time they would be able to cut Kenpot down again!
And the only problem was
“F*ck, it’s not fucking Kenport! The boss on our side isn’t Zombie Dude! There’s something wrong with this copy! It has different gatekeepers to face in the three directions!
The cockamamie dev team set up a mechanism to rotate the bosses.”
Doo, the hunter among the Tiger and Leopard Riders, released his newly tamed falcon for scouting, but the results that came back alarmed Doo as he shouted:
“There’s a strange dark area ahead of us, it’s impossible to see clearly inside, and there’s no other way to cross over, I guess we’ll be attacked as soon as we enter it.
This psychic defense suit we’re wearing is too bloated and severely limits our movement speed, I don’t think we’ll be able to fight this weird thing in front of us.
Why don’t we exit first?”
“Isn’t quitting the game the same as giving up the chance to raid? Change your outfit! Changing back to his previous Winged Cavalry Battle Armor, the psychic reapplied his status.
Let’s wait a moment.
This Raid has six hours, enough time for the Psychics to re-record the spell bits and re-record all the poison resistance spells as secondary spells.
At least we’ll get to see the face of the boss, or else we’ll really be the butt of jokes on the forums.”
Happy Stick was also a bit numb.
He knew that the chicken thief development team would definitely not let players grasp the timeline of the BOSS so easily, but he also didn’t expect this wave of development team to play so big!
Just such a small town actually set up three different gatekeeper BOSSes in three directions, plus two mage towers, hell, the length and scale of this copy is not shorter than the quite into the Blood Vulture Cloister ah.
From the player’s point of view, this wave of the development team belongs to the quite conscientious, but from the raider’s point of view, this motherfucker is simply an epic giant pit.
This means that players on all three fronts simply can’t apply each other’s raiding experience I know the devs have always been in a battle of wits with the raiders, but did you guys go this far?
The “dog planner” Lord Murphy, who had already flown over Plague Town for a first-hand look at the slander of Happy Stick and his teammates, said that he was really very innocent.
Damn it!
If I could really intervene in the “copy design”, I would have arranged for you guys to have a Treasure Thief Goblin every ten steps in the copy, so that you guys could all graduate in a single trip down the copy, and then go on to become Transylvania’s Fearless Champion to go on a killing spree.
You’re the only ones who still think the Devs can do anything in this world.
The truth is, however, that Jade and I are running out of brain cells trying to get you guys your big boost.
“However, there does seem to be something odd in the shadows.”
Murphy raised his hand high in the air, letting the spirit vulture Reverno rest on his arm as he adjusted his own vampire vision to look down into the shadowy area in front of Stick’s team.
The players couldn’t see it, but Murphy could.
There was only one guy in that area hiding and waiting to prey, yet just that one guy even made Murphy feel slightly threatened.
“What the hell is this?”
While Murphy frowned, Happy Stick below had already grabbed his heavy shield and winged cavalry warblade to be the first to step into the dark area, and he and a few of his auxiliary shieldmen were planning to do a reconnaissance while the psychics were re-preparing their spells.
But as soon as he entered it he immediately felt his senses being suppressed, in front of him stood a tall jackal savage soldier naked, but with hair like a weird beast mane that was spurred to extreme length, making the guy look just like a rejuvenated beast.
What was even more terrifying was that the aura emanating from this thing allowed Stick to determine that it was an undead, but there was a perception of power very similar to his own that was oppressing Happy Stick’s mind.
“It’s the vampire heart of the Wolfsbane Clan!”
Melia, the “White Wolf Maid” who would be sharing her vision with Stick, immediately explained:
“The current situation on its body is stuck between a wolfbatized vampire and a normal jackal! Someone activated the power of the Wolfsbane Clan’s vampire heart in a vicious way and applied this blessing from midnight to this jackal’s corpse.
Blasphemy!
What a horrible blasphemy!
My lord, you must be careful!
This monster in front of you possesses the power of three creatures at the same time: undead, vampire and jackal, even in the realm of the dead this is a monster that has never appeared before.
I suggest you exit immediately!”
“It’s all here, there’s nothing we can say to back out!”
Happy Stick gritted his teeth, it was a good thing that this dark area activated his blood thirst as a vampire as well, allowing Stick to take his fighting prowess to another level.
He signaled his brothers to get ready, and then as the main T he threw forward a scouting spell.
It was like a classic taunt to start the monster.
The Scrying Spell quickly took effect, and the moment the twisted thing in front of him roared and charged towards Happy Stick, Stick also got a good look at the thing’s exact attributes:
Name: Experiment 16-C
Rank: Level 28 Silver Body-Suture Monster [Midnight/Desolate/Underworld]
Occupation: Unable to determine
Status: Midnight Blessing – Wolf Bat / Hunting Stance – Remote Invalid / Underworld Enhancement – Spirit Eater / Delicate Balance / On the Verge of Losing Control
Maker: Plague Clan Corpse Constructor Crippled Claw
Rating: extremely dangerous.
“Day, what a stitch monster?!”
Stick spat, raising his shield and stepping forward to thump the monster.
After transforming into a Winged Cavalryman and receiving the War Blessing from the Spirit of the Mountain Forest, the half-Mountain Folk-ized him had long since been unafraid of this kind of frontal confrontation, yet the latter’s surprisingly large strength instantly made Stick recall the feeling he had felt back when he was confronted with those wolfsbane maniacs in the Sewers.
He was still knocked several steps away even though his feet were firmly on the ground, which made him realize that the high power attribute of the guy in front of him had reached the point where he could hit him with a crushing blow.
“Guerrilla tactics!”
He shouted:
“Don’t charge head-on! Spread out and hunt formations! Psychics use their spells when they’re ready! Hunters switch to Incendiary Arrows and Dragon Breath projectiles, this thing doesn’t take long range damage, try to put status on it!”
“Swish.”
The veterans of the Hammer and Sickle Regiment spread out into a standard circular encirclement within seconds, not needing the Happy Stick to command them in depth at all.
Every five of them formed a combat squad, and the DPS was pulled up to full strength in an instant after the Shield Handlers stepped forward and stuck their positions.
Although this monster has the attribute of long-range ineffectiveness, but the veterans are not afraid of melee combat, one by one, when they see an opportunity, they will go forward to slash and never be greedy, the whole team operates smoothly to make the Murphy in the air nodded again and again.
Right!
This is what he wanted to see the elite warrior’s fighting style.
Stick also felt proud of his team, and he had a feeling that he might be able to finish off this weird stitching thing on his first raid.
This illusion of “I can kill back” didn’t come true until he saw the huge body of Tiger Leopard Rider Doo turn into a flying bat with a thud when he stabbed the creature in the eye socket with his Lion Spear and prepared for an execution.
Blanch!
Stick knew it was over.
The fact is also true, the BOSS to bat to dodge heavy damage immediately into the second stage of the fight, its activation of vampires and jackals iterative speed so fast that the defenders can not pull the “hate”.
Without the protection of professional defenders, this crazy BOSS hit other people is almost a claw one.
The strength of the crushing is still second.
This thing’s undead attribute allowed it to have “real damage” that could directly attack souls, which was probably the “Spirit Eater” trait labeled on this guy’s character card.
“Retreat!”
After the fifth team member fell, Happy Stick decisively gave the order to retreat without any hesitation.
After they exited the shadow encirclement area, that damn thing didn’t come out after them, which immediately made Brother Happy Stick think, if there’s no way to kill it, why don’t we demolish this guy’s “hiding place” first?
Since it had the advantages of all three creatures, that meant it also had at least three disadvantages, right?
Without the shadows, at least the vampire part of this guy would not be able to fight in the daytime, and the weakening of the vampire by the sun in the daytime would probably make it go into a weakened state as well.
“Don’t worry, it can fight!”
Rod said confidently to the person beside him:
“Rest for three hours, all the brothers whose movement speed is slower than mine are out of the book, replace them with fellows who specialize in trap tactics and explosive manipulation to fill in, and find five speedy melee replacements to enter the copy!
Psychics find out where the spells are that maintain this shadow area first and destroy them!
We’ll try again when the sun comes up.
I don’t believe it!
As veteran players we can’t even get past the gatekeeper boss?”
(End of chapter)