607.Chapter 605: 604 Bobok’s Second Return from the Dead

Chapter 605 604. boboc’s second escape from death
With red eyes and a broken defense mentality, Chief Tainted Claw, riding on his all-white Mighty Seat Wolf, was rushing to the battlefield with the best of his clan and Splintered Claw’s reinforcements.

The Chief’s state at this time was abnormal.

He was staring at the small handful of Transylvanians who were still resisting on the fragmented ground in front of him, and his mouth was chanting words that gave people the impression that he had gone a little crazy from too much stress.

Commonly known as the annoyance, anger, and mind blowing up after breaking the big defense.

This is actually understandable.

Since Governor Hurley “righteously” asked the Tainted Claw Clan to be in charge of raiding the Blood Banner Heights, the always self-proclaimed cunning Tainted Claw Chief has already lost almost 2000 elites in this hellish place, even though its clan is dependent on the Splintered Claw Clan to grow and develop, 2000 elites is still a headache for people to sacrifice.

What’s more, the Splintered Claw Clan’s elites are to use the Jackal’s secret method to harden their bodies, the cost of cultivating them is more exaggerated than the ordinary elite brute soldiers and hunters, the Splintered Claw Chief is an ambitious person, it knows that every elite within the clan must be used well in order to allow it to seize more benefits in this black plague to climb up the ladder better.

But to have a hard-earned warrior raised in the trap of a cunning Transylvanian and yanked by one of Tainted Claw’s un-martialized lightning storms is something no enterprising chieftain could ever accept.

And even more daunting than the loss of his own men was the deadly order given by the Splintered Claw’s main mother, who had always looked down on him, demanding that the Tainted Claw chieftain had to settle the Blood Flag heights, which had brought dishonor to the Jackals, and advance to the vicinity of the Black Flame Pass before the arrival of the Splintered Claw’s armies, or else she would transform them into voodoo golems.

With Chief Stained Claw’s knowledge of his host mother’s ruthless methods, that guy was definitely capable of such a thing.

It knew that Clan Splintered Claw had used it as cannon fodder to get in the way, just as it had used Popok and those deserters as cannon fodder before, both cruel means that had to be used to achieve a necessary end.

It was a matter of survival in death, and had to be taken seriously!

And after the Meteorite Technique fell from the sky and completely leveled the Transylvanian position, it seemed that all threats had disappeared, but the damned Transylvanians obviously weren’t going to just give up, and like undefeatable little strong men, they actually managed to fight back after the meteorite washed over the ground.

Obviously there were less than twenty people left, obviously the jackal elites under their command could destroy them with a single merge, destroying that provocative battle flag forever, but they just couldn’t do it!
A bit of brains of the jackals in the see across the battlefield of Natalie’s hand that burning blade should know things are not right, in a deity rare in the battlefield descending grace to send the gods to participate in the war, but also try to use the numerical advantage to pile up the death of the deity’s servants this itself is nonsensical.

If they were such a big deity there, could they still stand by and watch you kill their chosen ones? Where would the deity’s face go then?
It’s time to retreat!
But the problem was that Chief Tainted Claw didn’t want to die, and it felt like it could still kill back.

“Charge! Follow me and charge!”

The Chief, mounted on his Seatwolf, yelled in a piercing, shrill voice.

It swung the chief’s knuckle staff to continuously sprinkle its masterful voodoo enhancement on its own people, making them stronger and more violent, suppressing their sanity so that they dared to follow them to kill the White Knight who was turning on the Unparalleled.

That guy was only a silver rank, he could control her himself!

As long as one’s soldiers could big wood all the remaining Transians, as long as one’s soldiers could destroy that blood flag that was still fluttering, this wave could realize life in death itself!
When the Chieftain’s Battle Banner surrounded by the Voodoo Glow finally appeared on the battlefield, the Tainted Claw Jackals, whose morale had already been killed and collapsed, quickly regrouped, and the Battlefield Aura effect from the Chieftain’s Battle Banner once again inflicted Bloodthirsty on them, squeezing out the fear in their hearts and allowing the hot blood to rise up once more.

Occupying an absolute numerical advantage, they roared and pressed over as brutally as a mountain, and the voodoo hunters behind the formation kept opening their bows and shooting arrows, shooting bone arrows with poison attached to them at the vampires in the air.

In ten seconds, several vampire players were hit and fell down, and the First Battle Group, which only had a few people left, was hit hard again.

At the back, Smokey Sang, who was holding the battle flag, was already calling for Master Qin’s second regiment to rush into the battlefield to replace the defense.

He was able to see clearly, although there are explosive open peerless Natalie president in the pressure, but the White Knight is ultimately only one, and she is still a little far from the legendary old Fennec’s super kill power, she can kill again can not withstand the whole army pressed on the Tarnished Claw Clan.

In front of me, the formation of those elite jackals swooped over in black pressure like a tidal wave sweeping across everything, even the giant sharks that were getting madder and madder under Vam’s watchful eye were pressed into retreat.

“Score! Smoke Sang, we’re at 1200 points now, quickly summon two waves of winged cavalry!”

Little Vikrama’s scream echoed through the team frame, causing the anxious Smoke Sang to snap back to his senses and immediately put in the last of his support scores to summon the Winged Cavalry to impact X2.

This wasn’t to kill or crush, it was to buy time for Master Qin’s second battle group to enter the position for defense.

In the immediate engagement zone, Natalie was still slashing left and right.

But she had already been surrounded by the elite jackals, under the various spells released by the Tainted Claw Chief himself to hold her back, the president of the adventurer’s guild was like falling into a quagmire becoming unable to move an inch, she was still able to defend herself but the players with less than a dozen left couldn’t do it anymore.

They were retreating.

Luckily, the ones who survived were all winged vampires, and they were able to maintain decent mobility against the weakening of the white sun.

When these guys retreated to the safe zone, 100 winged cavalrymen who reacted quickly began to appear in the scarlet portal that opened on the flanks of the battlefield, despite the fact that the winged cavalrymen were fearless, it was still a bit up in the air to fight against the elite jackals that numbered at least 2,000 in front of them with 100 of them and it was clear that the winged cavalrymen would need a chance to maximize the power of their impacts.

“Their chief! That damn war flag is an aura effect, I just watched it, and the Jackals near that flag are like crazy! It must be destroyed!”

Little Vikrama with an arrow in her arm bared her teeth in pain, that is, her nerves were not sensitive and she could still continue to fight through the voodoo impact that affected her mind, Little Vikrama had obviously been blood thirsty just now, there was still blood stains on the side of her mouth that hadn’t been wiped off, and the scarlet streams in her eyes were a bit blinding to the point of scaring people.

She screamed to her wolfish brothers:
“That war flag will stimulate the warlike minds of the jackals and suppress their fear, as well as the chief of their war flag is a master voodoo practitioner, it and the flag must be taken out in order for the jackals’ morale to crumble.

Lady Natalie obviously knew this.

She’s trudging closer to the chief, we need to help!”

“We can’t protect ourselves la.”

The grizzled vampire munchkin Captain Infernohead exclaimed:

“We can’t even fly over there cripes! Uther what are you doing?”

“Crap!”

His Excellency Uther, the Holy Light Vampire who had already taken out his dueling wine, gritted his teeth and shouted:
“I’ll clear the way for you guys! This is definitely the will of the Holy Light! I’m going to drink this big baby and then do a magnificent holy light self-explosion, I don’t believe that I can’t blow up that road, there are still nine of us, we’ll blow all the way in to give Ms. Natalie a chance.

And the giant shark.
That guy’s gone kill-crazy!

That weird berserk status of his gives him an iterative layer of buffs for every kill, it’s almost like a self-propelled kill book, and he can help President Natalie finish close to the kill.

But guys, we might have to prepare for the worst by losing all our equipment.

If we die in the pile of enemies, those guys might pick up our stuff, it doesn’t matter that Yanou and I are budding newcomers, but you’re all veteran players, and it’s not easy to get this equipment.”

“What the hell time is it, still mentioning about the equipment? Is now the time to count this? Isn’t there a little rich girl here? Can Reed Name make us lose money?”

Che Che, who had survived the meteorite spell, red-eyed, while stripping off the good equipment from his own body and throwing it into his bag, and throwing the dormitory brothers’ psychic packs that he had just picked up on the ground, and casually changing into a veteran’s equipment he also drew out his Dueling Wine and Last Fight Deed spells, and shouted to the top of his lungs:
“It’s already a situation where you can’t live without fighting, brothers, now you must live to the death! We, the Hall of Valor will meet again!”

After saying that, the “last hope of the dormitory” opened its wings with a wail and swooped to the front, Little Reed’s name, this little rich woman didn’t care about the loss of equipment, she carried her own Hammer Guards and followed closely, while Captain Flamehead and Uther flew while communicating with the giant sharks that had already gone up to their heads.

The latter was in a berserk rage, but there was nothing wrong with communicating.

He didn’t object to this plan of death delivery at all, and now naturally a surge of bravery arose once again, and with a wail he carried his axe to crash through the barbarians blocking the way in front of him with a ferocious and lethal spinning chop, like scarlet lightning to kill towards Ms. Natalie’s position.

Smoke Sang became alone again.

He stood beside the once Blood Banner Heights, now the Meteorite Impact Crater, looking at the wing cavalry support on his flanks that had already begun to accelerate, and glancing at the psychic energy packs piled up into a small mountain at his feet, the drops that his dead brothers could be picked up.

“Fuck!”

Smoke-san shivered and grabbed his pipe to give himself a puff.

As the smoke rose, he saw a frantic purple storm already lighting up the blackened Jackal positions in front of him.

It was the last ditch psychic self-destruct from drinking the Dueling Wine in a desperate state, and gasping for breath, he quickly made up his mind, cursing as he stripped off the gear he was wearing and threw it into his bag, and planted the battle flag in his hand hard into the ground again.

He yelled into Old Qin’s comm:
“I’m going to deliver! Old Qin, the flag is here, it’s in your hands!
Damn it now this isn’t about competition or playstyle anymore, these stupid jackals have humiliated us severely, this humiliating defeat has made us lose face, the NPCs must be laughing at us.

You, old boy, must defend me until the fifth day! Pick up our lost face!

Hear me!” “I think you’re just fucking embarrassing me.”

Master Qin scolded without a trace of anger:

“With this kind of formation, you want me to hold my head for five days? If you want to die, hurry up and go, this old arm and leg of mine will be able to guard until you guys are resurrected no matter how weak it is.”

“Good!”

Smoke Sang threw his arithmetic treasure pearl into his pouch and placed it at his feet, he added a sprinting status to himself and rushed towards the battlefield in front of him, and pulled out the dueling wine and clasped it in his hand.

Behind him, the blood-colored battle flag propped up with broken spears had long since ceased to be as flashy as it was in the beginning.

Even though it was protected by Smoke Sang, the meteorite spell’s bombardment still left it tattered and torn, and it looked like a broken thing retrieved from a trash heap, but it was still waving in the wind, blowing and roaring in the gale of this battlefield.

Like the roar of the vampire players who were giving their lives to clear the way for Natalie and the giant shark before they disappeared.

It was a very vulgar yell.

It would be vulgar and undignified in any context, but how? This was probably what a battlefield felt like?
This was probably the taste of the blood spilled by brave men in war?
“Giant shark! This is my last fucking assist, if you can’t get that head, you’ll be waiting for me to Gank you offline! Jackal cubs, eat grandpa’s big self-destruct spell!”

In the angry roar of Captain Yan head, he gathered his wings and descended from the sky, like a scarlet meteorite ruthlessly smashing into the Jackal formation in front of him, which was filled with swords and spears.

A purple radiant storm roared out in the next moment in a dense explosion, swirling a large group of surrounding Jackals into it, this level of self-explosion would be difficult to kill elite beings unless they were close by.

But that was the problem, it wasn’t meant to kill either!
The extremely corrosive Tainted Spirit Energy was like a splash of acid, causing the Jackals that were hit to cover their eyes and back away screaming in agony, this agony of being corrupted was obviously not something that could be carried through by will, and in this continuous disruption of the formation, the Jackal guards that were escorting the Tainted Clawed Chief began to falter as well.

In addition to the reason that Natalie, who was holding a Watcher in front of her eyes, rushed to the front of the formation with an unrivaled stance, the invincible trampling of the wing cavalry that had already killed the flanks also exacerbated this chaotic situation.

Chief Tainted Claw seemed to have suddenly come to his senses at this moment.

It looked around blankly, and upon realizing that it was only a dozen meters away from that terrifying God’s Choice, the fellow screamed “Protect!

Like dropping a hot potato, it grabbed the Dusk Emblem hanging around its neck, which was obviously emitting some kind of abnormal light, and threw it to the side, and when it fell on the ground, it began to burn and melt, and a strange, vicious laugh could be heard.

It was clearly being counted on at this terrible moment.

No, it had been abandoned!
Source had told it that this earth must be filled with blood and pain in order to trigger a devastating Grudge Offensive at the necessary moment, only the Tainted Claw Chief himself had not anticipated that his own blood and pain would be a part of this ritual.

Like a sacrifice to a fallen victory, it naturally had to be unique enough to work.

“Ahhhhh! Die for the master!”

Che Che threw his last shot of Psychic Lightning to knock down a few guards, then took a gulp of his dueling wine and pounced with red eyes to unleash a last ditch effort the moment the three war spears were plunged into his heart.

This guy’s potential release had reached an extremely high level, directly leading to an exponential increase in his destructive power under the self-destructive tactic.

The terrifying storm composed of filthy spiritual energy, with the help of the last spiritual energy lightning, one blow dry overturned the last obstacle between Natalie and the Tainted Claw Chief, seeing the white knight move forward and wielded the giant sword “Curry Stick” that burned with flames of light, the Tainted Claw Chief screamed and shattered the talisman of his own bottom of the box.

In an instant, a dozen or so vicious magic spells were thrown out, making Natalie’s actions stagnant at the same time, a “zombie beast” strengthened with necromancy and voodoo was also unleashed.

The thing looked like a twisted product of a drunken mess between a strain-toothed elephant and a split-hoofed cow, and before it had time to roar, it was cut down by the Watcher’s sword, and in place of its villainous master, it ate this fatal blow, and the great power of the god of nature burst out in an instant, and the blue purifying fire purified the vicious creature.

The Tainted Claw Chief had disappeared in place, surely shifted with a strange voodoo spell, but Natalie wasn’t disappointed, and leapt forward with a dainty slash that toppled the Tainted Claw Clan’s voodoo battle flag.

Capturing the flag and chopping down the generals can have a huge impact on the morale of the battlefield.

The moment the Tainted Claw Clan’s flag fell, the surrounding Jackals let out a roar in unison, and some of the Jackals who witnessed Natalie’s great power even began to actively retreat, while on the other side, the Tainted Claw Chief, who replaced himself at the back of the position with a “King’s Carriage Transposition,” was panting heavily.

He had just walked around the edge of death, and his mind was still in a daze when he suddenly felt a sharp pain coming from his back.

This shameless sneak attack on the battlefield made the chief turn around angrily, and he saw the coward Popok, who had been so obedient to him before, moving away from him, and a short figure with a hood beside the young man from the black-eyed clan gesturing towards him.

The gesture meant “Look ahead.”
“Huh?”

The Tarnished Claw Chief, who had been stabbed by the sharp blade quenched with the toxin of the swamp serpent, and had already set out on the path to report to the Lord of the Hunt, turned around in his weakened state, and saw a red light descending from the sky.

The guy, a vampire but wreathed in the fury of a Warmblood berserker, came roaring down from the sky with a legendary battle axe, wailing the weapon down in a classic leaping chopping stance.

“Pfft.”

In a splash of blood, Chief Tainted Claw was crushed to the ground by that massive force.

The Vam Decapitator slashed through the shoulder and into the torso, crushing the last of its mind and life with a single blow.

The surrounding jackals were dumbfounded.

Seeing the Chief die in battle, they only had one thought in their mind: revenge, but the giant shark that had just completed the hidden achievement of “Five Star Assassin – Chief Assassin” was not afraid.

This crazy guy just drank the victory wine, I thought there was no chance to do great things, but I did not expect this stupid chief actually took the initiative to send to the door.

He was so high!
Feeling that his life has been incomparably shining, but also do not care about the surrounding those swords and axes added body.

Hey!
It’s just a life, what a big deal, take it away! I’ll leave my head here with you, I’ll come back for it in three days!
“It’s just a pity about this good axe.”

The giant shark who was covered in blood as if he had taken a bath in a pool of plasma spat out a sentence, and at the moment of launching the final fight, he whispered:
“Well? Wam old man! Did I do okay?”

“Not bad, average.”

A gruff voice responded to the giant shark’s inquiry in a trance, but the epileptic fellow could no longer hear it, for he had already turned into a wisp of a soul in the purple stream of burning life and went back to his world, waiting to come back online three days later.

Perhaps it was because Vam had added a little “special effect” to the end of this berserker’s feast, in any case, Shark’s last-ditch explosion was more than five times as powerful as any other vampire’s. The vampire’s last-ditch explosion was more than five times as powerful as the other vampires’.

Almost all the life within 30 yards of the vampire, even the remains of the Tainted Claw Chief were corroded beyond recognition.

“Go! Take its head and that axe.”

Nash, wrapped in his hood, said to Popok Blackeye, who was panting beside him:

“The foolish Tainted Claw Clan wasted a good opportunity, they failed to kill all the Transylvanians despite their absolute superiority, the cowards and losers have paid the price for their foolishness, and Inspector Hurley will reward you for your outstanding performance.”

“I get the feeling you’re mocking me, Nash.”

Popok cursed as he stepped forward and cut off Chief Tainted Claw’s faceless head, slinging the legendary battle axe wreathed in red light behind his back again:

“I did what I had to do, I’m loyal to the Chief of the Whiptail Clan . That said, can I keep this awesome axe?”

“You better not.”

Nash glanced toward the end of the battlefield.

There, on the leveled battlefield, new Transylvanian warriors had taken up their positions, the blood-colored battle flag reared high to fly in the wind.

Chief Bloodclaw breathed a sigh of relief as it spoke to Popok beside it:
“Chief Tainted Claw’s shameless sneak attack has completely enraged the Transylvanian spirits, and whoever holds this axe next will be the target of those spirits’ vengeance, and you’ve seen with your own eyes how horrible these maniacs are, so if you haven’t lived long enough, give the axe to your most hated guy.

Of course, you could also give it to Inspector Hurley as a trophy.
Well, just a suggestion.”

(End of chapter)