614.Chapter 612 611 Frontline Governor Lord Popok Returns Victorious

Chapter 612 611.Lord Popoc, the front line governor, returns victorious
Hurley is dead.

It didn’t even manage to complete 40 kills before it fell in the sixth five-man challenge.

This result was normal, not only because the first 25 brothers were powerful and crazy enough, they knew they were cannon fodder but didn’t complain about it, just like the Dark Shepherd who had activated the “madness” and had a seizure and wanted to hit the maximum DPS to prove his status before he died.

All in all, with the help of the “perfect pairing” of Winning Wine and Last Ditch Curse, when Cat from Team 6 stepped onto the challenge field with his four brothers, the long bloodstain of Lord Hurley had already been cut down to less than 20%.

Hey, it’s the decimation stage as soon as we enter the battle!
We’ve grown up in Transylvania and have suffered a lot, but when have we ever fought such a rich battle?
What’s more, in order not to let down the 25 brothers who sent themselves to their deaths, Cat was carrying the Cold Night Blade of Fame on the stage, his current attributes are completely unable to activate the conditions of use of this blade of Fame, but this thing is at least sharp enough and strong enough, is the current stage of the rare artifacts that can withstand Vam decapitator head on.

Cat’s own battle skills had already reached the point of excellence among players, and only a weapon master like him could spar with Hurley in a short period of time, and could even gain the upper hand after he had burned his life by drinking the decisive wine.

There’s not much more to say about this.

The four soldiers who are also the warriors of the Civil Protection Officers then went crazy with their output, and before Cat “burned” himself to death, Hurley was finally knocked down to the ground by a vicious chop from Lin Bei’s dog-planes.

The big governor still want to struggle but was pounced on Cat roared with a sword cut down, a good head in the blood splattered flying out, representing the death challenge match officially ended.

After the Dude hung up, its jackal guards burst into a rage.

They ignored Hurley and Murphy’s pact and started charging with their weapons, but could the 600 or so players and the most powerful group of NPCs in Transylvania, who had taken the opportunity to recover in this final battle, give them a good face?
Especially in the players’ interface popped up the “Deathmatch successfully ended” prompt, the engagement area restrictions lifted, has long been waiting impatiently Lord Heather personally led his own forbidden guards rushed into this last group of jackal elites in the ranks of the two round shields hand up the sword down to kill a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Gold in the mundane war is not invincible, the fourth black plague has occurred in the gold by the jackals to wear out the example of more than once, but now this scene want to let Lord Heather fall into the desperate situation, the number of jackal elite savage soldiers again ten or twenty times more is almost the same.

In short, at dawn, the elite of the Whiptail Clan were all reimbursed on this battlefield that had been guarded by the small players for eighteen days.

When the last jackal was severed from his spine by Sister Pomegranate’s ferocious Spiritual Chop, the remaining players let out the most joyous cheers since the start of the service after the ferocious battle.

Although they had already proved in the Battle of the Swamp that they could gain a foothold on this continent even without the intervention of NPCs, this Madness Challenge had announced that the players had already possessed the qualifications to do great things!
They already had enough qualifications to step out from the Transylvanian cradle, and with the instructions and expectations of Lord Murphy and Grand Duke Tris, they stepped into the Black Plague and even the entire continent with their heads held high.

They will write their own legends!

There was no longer any doubt about that.

“Send a message to those brothers in our guild who are still hesitant!”

PVP maniac Tatsu Long, who was resting while sitting on the corpse of a jackal, gasped for breath while rubbing his aching and numb arm and said to Ohi Pig, who was bandaging himself beside him:
“Tell them to fill out the application immediately! The four of us have confirmed that there is great promise here, it’s way too exciting than other similar games, tell the brothers to hurry up and come in, we’re already way behind the other big guilds.

People are starting to raid strongholds, we must catch up as soon as possible!

The Black Plague DLC is a perfect opportunity to catch up, there will never be a lack of challenges in this chaotic land, the best part is that the PVE content of this game is made more exciting than fucking PVP, the combat AI of these monsters is no worse than that of a real person, it’s like a paradise for us militants!”

“Mmmmmmmmmm.”

Ohio Pig didn’t have any objections.

He also showed a proud expression at this moment, eighteen days ago he was a newbie who had just entered the game, but now, he was already a level 18 Black Iron Big Brother.

Let’s just say that this upgrading speed is fast, right?

While these two guys were talking, the “Three Fishing Brothers” in the crowd were also talking to each other, they were the members of Happy Stick’s third regiment, but when Brother Stick and the commanders were determined to aid Master Qin at the cost of their failure, these three guys were backed up as the elites in the battlefield, and they were lucky to survive until the end.

This would be Paid Touching Fish was saying to his two brothers:
“I’ve decided! I’ll go write a report and submit it to my superiors after I get offline, this is the best place to practice! Look at this kind of real-world environment, where can I find it in reality?”

“Don’t be silly, we’ve already passed the stage of focusing on individual bravery over there.”

Carrying a commander-grade alien battle sword that had been “dropped” from the elite jackal small supervisor, he fondled the good equipment that he had gotten through his good fortune while brushing his lips and saying:

“You a big head soldier can’t stand up to rifle grenades even if you are able to fight, I think this matter hangs in the balance, the higher-ups aren’t stupid, we don’t know too little on Loyal Brother’s side, both sides can’t even communicate with each other at the current stage, so why would they give us more quota ah?”

“No, no, no, the idea of touching the fish is reasonable.”

The oldest three paid fish feeders dropped mints into their mouths and shook their heads:
“It’s not just individual force that can be trained in real combat here, we’ve all seen the performance and progress of Master Qin’s 2nd Regiment in the two rotations, it’s a place where real tactics can be practiced, and if enough people come in, we can even let the staff officers come in to try their hand at it as well, organizing strategic battles and whatnot.

In reality, the exercises are real, but they are also scripted, but the AI over here will not talk to you about martial arts.

The real battlefield is what kind, the change of posture here is what kind.

The three of us will write a report together.

I think Brother Loyalty will approve it, he’s worried about the lack of people right now, and it’s hard to get the work started.”

“Well, we’ll get it done down the line in a bit.”

Paid Touch Fish swept a glance at the situation on the battlefield that had already begun to be cleaned up, and he said in surprise:
“Huh, where’s that Jackal Grand Inspector’s battle flag? Wasn’t it still here just now?”

“That thing was taken away by Lady Tris.”

The old dirt bike brother who was wearily walking through here dragging his battle flag waved his hand and said:
“Probably to bring it back to Scarlet Fortress as a souvenir, isn’t that thing also a high-level psychic energy item? Are you guys still going to stay here? I really just want to find a place to rest now. The event settlement is still a day away, why don’t we hitch a ride back to the Black Flame Mountain Pass?”

“The portal is open, look!”

Eat Fish with Pay pointed behind them to the location where the scarlet battle flag was flying, where the Red Magic Hall’s psychics had already molded a dozen or so teleportation portals.

That was the shortest path back to the Black Flame Mountain Pass.

The players who had survived would have been very tired by now, and they returned to their resting places in twos and threes after picking up their own drops, but Happy Stick was in no hurry to leave.

He stood under the fluttering blood-red battle flag, tilting his head to look at this flag that was stained with traces of blood and war during the 18 days of fighting, and after a few seconds of silence, he took a screenshot of the fluttering blood flag and sent it to Master Qin on the forums, to which the old man replied:

“We fought alright, didn’t we? Little Stick.”

“Not even close.”

Happy Stick bristled in response:

“If this is a real war, we have nearly 2,000 soldiers under our two hands, and we’re facing a cold-weapon wielding enemy and still fighting the battle like this, losing our officers would be the best possible outcome, and we’d really have to be court-martialed if we didn’t get it right.

Master Qin ah, you do not test me.

I’m just an ordinary player and a commoner now, and I don’t know what you guys are up to much less want to know, but if you need it, I can transfer the position of head of the Hammer and Sickle Regiment to you, and I’ll bring my own brothers to start a separate organization.”

“Bullshit, I’m looking at your shitty guild?”

Old Qin seemed to be in a good mood and typed in a curse:
“It’s not like I’m sucking you into the organization, so what are you afraid of? As long as you cooperate with us at critical moments afterward, don’t give you an official establishment, don’t be afraid, you can enjoy your gaming career to the fullest.

But on some big right and wrong issues, you have to grasp it.”

“You speak in charge?”

Stick was a bit hesitant, but still asked, and Master Qin returned a tooth-baring smile, which made Stick put his heart down.

He immediately replied:

“That’s fine, from now on, wherever Master Qin tells us to fight, our Hammer and Sickle Regiment will go, and we’ll never frown on the mountains of swords and seas of fire, but can you reveal what the next target is? So that I can be prepared.”

“There’s no target, it’s still in the exploration stage.”

Old Qin typed after several seconds:
“If you guys find anything remember to notify in time, we will send someone over here, those mysterious observers don’t want the current state of both sides to be broken, and we have no idea of intentionally advancing or destroying the course of the game.

You can give your woo-meow brother a heads up, and they can go to Brother Loyalty if they find something ‘interesting’ while they’re wandering around, we’ll give allowances.”

“Oh, handing out bounties, I see.”

Stick grinned and said:
“Is that stipend in-game, or out-of-game? Look, Chief, I still have a large family of brothers to support here, I can’t keep eating Brother Xiao Fu’s money, that kid’s heart is kind, I’m too embarrassed to screw him over.”

“There’s an allocation for this program.”

Old Qin penetrated the bottom and said:
“The more things you find, the more money we can apply for, you have to understand, this thing essentially belongs to ‘otherworldly exploration’, there wasn’t much of a standard process before. If there really is a discovery that is useful to the family, there will definitely be awards and all that, but don’t spread this all over the place.

We don’t do things that high profile.”

“I see, white gloves, Brother Woo Meow is so shrewd that he will definitely agree, then should the Silver Moon Regiment side hand over a statement?”

Rod at this time full of doggy posture asked again, Master Qin hesitated and said:
“Their side of the situation is special, you do not participate, they have other tasks.”

“Ow ow ow, okay, then I’ll go back and arrange it.”

Happy Stick nodded.

He was about to leave the place to rest offline when he saw Master Qin typing rather sighingly:

“Hey, not dying in bed after all, not bad.”

“That’s an unlucky thing for you to say.”

Brother Bang immediately patted his horse’s ass:

“You’re sure to live a long life.”

“Bullshit, who can live for hundreds of years like a turtle? Death is death, old me almost died on the battlefield when I was young, I’m not afraid of it.”

Old Qin said:
“This old old old, the last ride still have to run to help the otherworldly people to fight is what I really did not expect, but my old arms and legs to survive the black plague is certainly no problem.

A stable base is what we need, and at the moment, Transylvania is undoubtedly the most suitable base to move forward, so, Little Stick, don’t let anything go wrong with the Maginot Defense Line!
If anything goes wrong, you’ll be the first one to be questioned!”

“Yes, sir! Chief.”
—
“Bang.”

The Grand Governor of the Whiptail Clan’s battle flag was dropped to the ground by Tris, and the Blood Archduke flapped his wings at the young jackal sliding down the tree in a heap in front of him.

She stared at Popok, sending a shiver down the latter’s spine.

But Tris didn’t even look him in the eye, flapping her wings and hovering in the air to create a small storm as she spoke to Popok in very standard Dark Mountains Jackalese:

“As per our agreement with His Excellency the Sage Wolf, this belongs to you, with Hurley dead and its core army wiped out by the Transylvanians, you should know what to do when you return to the camp with the war flag.

The Sage Wolf has other plans for you on his side, so I won’t say anything more.

Go back.

Bring your people back before the army of the Black Flame Pass sweeps this area.”

Bobok bowed his head and did not speak, shaking his body as he stepped forward to touch the battle flag he had once not even been allowed to approach, and as Tris turned to leave, the jackal asked boldly:

“Da Da Man, can you tell me what exactly you and Lord Sagewolf are up to? Me. Although I have resolved to follow the Sage Wolf, I am still a bit afraid in my heart. I may be no good, but I won’t do anything to harm my clan!”

“It’s not something bad, Popok.”

Tris said as she looked back at this jackal who had been chosen by Hogg:
“Hogg is the chosen heir of the King of Biting Bones and it will bring change to your civilization, as for what we are doing we can’t tell you at this stage, but I suspect that the Sage Wolves will be telling you the truth to you soon enough.

If you are really to be believed.

You will become a hero of the Jackals and will be recorded in the history of the Jackals! You could even become a more powerful Grand Governor than Hurley, provided you know right from wrong.

Go back.

Saving a crumbling vanguard can also make your career a colorful one, without fear or doubt.

You’re doing the right thing.”

Tris also had the power of desire, and while she didn’t usually use it much, seeing how skillfully Murphy used it, Tris, being the smartass that she was, had long since eaten the thing up.

At this moment, using the Energy of Desire to adjust Popok’s heartstrings was simply easy, this young jackal was already scared out of his wits when he saw Grand Inspector Hurley’s defeat just now, and the time when his three views were collapsing was the best moment to chuck in his personal goods.

Tris was quite skillful at doing this sort of thing.

As she said, she wasn’t known on the continent as a good old boy when she was in her glory.

Watching Popok leave with the Jackal War Banner, the Blood Vulture Archduke grinned in the darkness of the night, turned around and flapped his dragon-winged wings, letting himself rise high into the sky with only a few swipes.

Murphy was waiting for her in the darkness of the approaching dawn, making the vampire lord look both elegant and mysterious in the light of that moon.

“The good news is that Hogg chose an uninitiated but unorthodox jackal to be his first friend in the Dark Mountains. The bad news is that the guy has little confidence in Hogg’s cause and may turn against him.”

Tris said from beside Murphy:

“Hogg pretty much picked this guy out of the Jackals on his own template, and the Sage Wolf probably intends to pull in the Black Eyes Clan, and with the Plague Clan, it’ll have the first crowbar to pry the Jackal system apart.

But that alone wasn’t enough.

Hogg must pull in at least one major clan before the Black Plague advances to its worst stage in order for it to gain possible access to the Mossy Valley.”

“Our Sage Wolves know exactly what they are doing, Tris.”

Murphy shook his head:
“We should trust Hogg’s enhanced brain, it was able to convince all those kings and lords at the Brass Fortress to support it as a Fae, I’m sure convincing a chieftain won’t be a problem either.

There’s no need to worry about Hogg’s side for now.

We have to fulfill our duties now, once Popok escapes back to the Jackals’ territory with the vanguard rout, then a real army will soon arrive at the Black Flame Pass.

The Black Plague is coming.
No, it’s already here.

I’ve also gathered enough comparative data on combat power to have a direction for strengthening the player base after the closed beta is over, so it’s time for you and I, as the development team, to put the internal beta on the schedule.

A ‘version upgrade’ will take place seven days later! This upgrade will encompass all aspects of the current game structure, I already have a first draft, so it’s time for you and Phimis and Miriam to revise it next.

For now, though, it’s time to give the good news in advance to the players everywhere.”

Tris nodded.

She asked:
“But how will the manpower problem be solved? With the current situation, it’s no longer possible to increase the population of Transylvania’s stowage fast enough, shouldn’t the Inner Test increase the rate of granting slots? But how are you supposed to turn out more slots?”

“We can put it off with server upgrades upfront . I’m waiting for an opportunity.”

Murphy took out the defense strategy submitted by Happy Stick and handed it to Tris, saying:
“If everything advances according to our commander’s planning, in a month or two at the most, we’ll be able to eat all at once, and we won’t have to worry about player slots for a long time after that.”

Tris looked at the strategic plan in her hands and after ten seconds or so, she sighed:

“Cato ah King Louis won’t allow you to be so bold, if you really do this, the end of the Black Calamity will be the beginning of the war between the Kingdom of Canary Flower and Transylvania.”

“What does that matter? The two sides weren’t friends in the first place anyway”

Murphy grunted and said:
“I’m just taking back what they want on behalf of my people, and it’ll make Transylvania more united!

This battle was going to be fought sooner or later, and I’m not putting things out of my mind, Fraser and his army are in the Valley of the Shadows, it’s the eyes of Loren and King Louie, and he’s reporting back with enough information for them to adjust their strategy one last time.

They still had a chance to protect Cato instead of expecting the Wolfsbane Clan to shelter that land.

One last reason.
As a development team, we have to plan for the next installment, it’s a necessary quality of being a dog planner.

Take one last look at the landscape, my dear Tris, we won’t have this kind of leisure for a long time afterward.”

(End of chapter)