Chapter 689: 688 Crisis Identifies Cowardice, Desperate Circumstances Shape Bravery

Chapter 689 688.Crisis Discerns Cowardice, Desperate Circumstances Shape Bravery

On the already crisis-ridden Black Flame Pass position, Dusk’s Servant also unleashed the Feast of Ten Thousand Souls.

It wasn’t quite clear exactly what this thing did, but if it could make even Nefertari, who was far away in Westcoat City, feel the roar and fury of the Underworld’s will, it would be a good indication that this thing was quite something.

In fact it was indeed a part of the plan.

As early as the beginning of the Blood Banner rounds, the Jackals were pounding away without regard for casualties, and while that was supposed to be their battle stance, it didn’t stop the guys hiding in the shadows from taking full advantage of it.

Using the anger and despair attached to those deaths as they arose as a medium to bring souls that had already entered the other world back into the material world.

As long as the ritual of the spell was still in operation, these spirits would be driven to keep attacking all life, it was an absolute dichotomy between the two forms of the undead and the living, and the spiteful spirits awakened by this ritual had no sanity to speak of.

They would only obey the orders of their masters.

Unless the ritual is destroyed or the master is killed, it will continue to run, and every living being that is killed will also be transformed into a spirit, until the last living being within the effective range is tortured to death, until there is only a death jedi that is filled with spirits.

The most vicious part of this ritual is that the spirits will not disappear, they will be trapped in the ravaged land to form a kingdom of the dead, until every spirit is purified.

Judging from the scope of its effect, it is clearly a war-grade psychic ritual, and when it takes effect the spirits rampage into the battlefield, not only taking away a portion of the living’s life force with every contact, but also leaving behind a curse of fear that surrounds the survivors’ minds.

For the less determined, their wills are first crushed before death comes.

But the good news is that there’s no such thing as “turning off friendly damage”.

Before the aroused spirits swarmed into the rear positions of the Black Flame Pass, they first rampaged through the huge number of dog-heads and rat-people, and tens of thousands of spirits whistled through the battlefield, creating a “road of death”.

The convergence of the cold spirit body iterated even more so that those fallen corpses are covered with pale frost and debris.

The effect of the Fear spell was overwhelming, causing massive chaos among the dog-heads and rats in the shattered positions, which was immediately discovered and utilized by the players and NPCs who were still surviving in the ruins, and the players were the first to take action.

Relying on the forum posts to guide them, they began to rush out with whatever NPCs they could find, jumping into the nearest rat pit and running wildly all the way out of the position.

The minions who had been disrupted by the Fear spells were hard to intercept, and the Grand Inspector Hügsun who was already attacking the 6th position could not stop his army just because of one or two rats escaping.

The trapped players thus picked up a life, but they still need to cross the dangerous rat pit in order to really hold their lives in their hands.

The Feast of Ten Thousand Souls’ rampage was good news for those in the Broken Position area, but it was an unmitigated disaster for the rear positions.

The defenders on position six, who bore the brunt of the attack, were broken through head-on by the grudges that had swooped in.

The weapons in their hands could hardly harm the spirits, even if they were wearing plate armor, they would still be shuttled through by the cold spirits, the soul weakness attached to this thing basically only needed to be hit once for a person to be ruined, the pain of having their life force extracted and the panic effect on the level of the will were enough to disrupt the defense of the position in an instant.

But the jackals were waiting.

Once the formation of the front squire army was disorganized, the Wolf Blood Sword in Xu Gesen’s hand was swung downward fiercely, and immediately there were brutal Jackal Breakers carrying brutal heavy meteor hammers to pounce on them for a burst of chaotic killings.

However, the tide of spirits from the Feast of Ten Thousand Souls didn’t stop at position six, and after disturbing the position, they continued all the way forward, crossing through positions seven and eight and causing death and chaos, before plunging headlong into the rocky underbelly of position nine.

The spirits would not be stopped by these solid rocks.

They entered like nobody’s business, eventually rushing into the hollow catacombs at the core of the position at ten minutes and thirty-two seconds of being activated.

The Silver Supreme Lord Ovorg, who was still in the catacombs using the Silver Dwarf Sacred Relic – Gaia Whisper to mobilize the power of the earth and block the tens of thousands of Necrotic Spirits from raiding the catacombs, was already under extreme pressure, and when he saw that the vast number of grievous spirits had joined the battlefield as well, the Supreme Lord’s face became even more difficult to look at.

He knew that he could take advantage of this change to retreat, but he also knew very well that the consequence of his retreat at this moment would be to sell those soldiers on the earth who were still resisting to the Jackals.

The Silver Dwarves were the complete and utter order camp!
As a Supreme Lord he dared to pull back at this time definitely had to become a sinner of the Black Flame Mountain Pass, not to mention, Mother Earth Goddess had declared this mountain pass as Gaia’s holy land before entering into silence.

As the most devout priests of the Mother Goddess, this is also a place that the Silver Dwarves will protect even if they have to sacrifice everything.

Therefore, in the face of the fearful spirits joining the battlefield in front of him, the reaction of the Silver Dwarf Supreme Lord was to advance instead of retreating, holding the Gaia Whispering Pendant in front of his body, and his hunched body, like that of a skinny old man, straightened up his back.

The years had left too many traces on his body and face, and as an “Ancient One” from the same era as Lord Paying, he had seen too many victories and defeats, so this scene in front of him could not scare him.

“Evil Spirit! This is the Holy Land of Gaia! The master of all things and mountains does not allow you to wreak havoc here! Stand down!”

Amidst the rebuke of Oufg’s eyes and white beard, Gaia whispered and erupted into an even more brilliant earth flow of light, that earthy yellow like quicksand shaped a seemingly thin but tough enough earth curtain in front of the old dwarf, blocking all entities and spirits from crossing this place.

No matter whether it was the corrupted dead soul blades of the undead warriors or the fearful roars of the wailing spirits, none of them could shake it, but only brought up a meaningless ripple on the curtain of quicksand light.

This is a semi-permanent divine spell called “Blessed Rock of Earth”, its nature is very similar to “Avalon’s Earthly Kingdom”, Ovorg cast this thing here the meaning is obvious.

He would honor his agreement with Lord Heather, and in the name of the Mother Goddess of the Earth, he would persevere until the last moment.

The shocking change here was soon made known to the other earth priests through the earth power transmission, and while they notified Lord Heather to speed up the transfer speed, they also began to massively cast earthwalking spells to transfer all the important items and personnel in the position to the rear of the position.

In order to save time, the rest of the way to the Valley of the Shadow would have to be traveled by these people themselves.

No one complained, even the civilian staff did their best to carry the important items within their reach and began to migrate with their legs at this time.

The jackals had used evil magic to stir up the already unstable psychic energy near the Black Flame Mountain Pass, which allowed the Red Magic Hall’s psychics to only open teleports in an area several kilometers away.

It wasn’t a far stretch of road, but at this point it had become a path of retreat filled with despair and grief.

Of course, not everyone retreated.

Lord Heather and the Blood Alliance Knights under her command had already burst into the forefront of the sixth position, where they intercepted the attacking Jackal army, and right now was no longer the time to think about attrition, so Lord Heather threw out almost all the reinforcements she could muster in one fell swoop.

Just the Spiritualized Blood Alliance Battle Banner alone had brought thirty-seven of them, these tactical wonders being activated could effectively resist the state of fear that the Feast of Ten Thousand Souls had just inflicted on the soldiers.

“Take your men with you! Retreat backwards! Don’t look back and charge all the way to the Valley of the Shadow!”

Lord Heather, who had thrown two round shields to kill several Jackal Breakers, continued to charge, and in between battles, she turned back to the commander of the squire army behind her, who had lost his arm, and shouted:
“Collect men along the way, pass on my orders, and begin a general retreat now! If you don’t know what to do, go to the Transylvanians, their governor has a full plan! Get going!”

At the Lord’s rebuke, the teeth of the commanders of the Blood League Sovereigns, who had always been known for their bravery and steadfastness, gritted.

They were unwilling to leave the position they had sworn to die in battle in, but in this current situation, even if they all died in battle here, they would only be adding power to the Jackals’ evil ritual to harm their own people for nothing.

Except for some of the uptight squires who were unwilling to retreat and were still in position to fight the enemy to the death, the rest of the ranks began to turn backward.

This scene was immediately noticed by the Jackals’ frontline commander, Xu Gesen. This silent Grand Inspector bared his teeth and gestured to the flag officer beside him in a rough sign language posture, and immediately two special battle flags were raised high, followed by large swathes of armed dog-heads wailing and rushing up.

Obviously, this was the cannon fodder army used to block the enemy’s retreat.

Huegson had a big appetite.

It was not willing to let the rebels in this position go, much less withdraw from this place of death and reorganize its defenses elsewhere to add to the Jackals’ subsequent attack.

What’s more, His Excellency Manson of the Blood Scar Clan had emphasized that there had to be a massacre at the Black Flame Pass to please the soon-to-be-born Lord of the Hunt.

This war no, all the steps of this Black Plague served that purpose.

The Jackal’s malevolent mind was immediately spied by Lord Heather, who yelled:

“Dames! Go to position eight! Convey my orders! Have Carder open fire! Blast at position six, we can’t let the dog-heads charge any further, or the followers won’t be able to retreat!”

“Roger!”

At the critical moment, the indifferent elf captain no longer choked with the dwarves.

Holding an elven war halberd, he lightly jumped out of the battle circle with a posture as elegant as a war dance, then a wide-range roundabout chop took out the surrounding barbarians, and after raising the sky and whistling, an armed and armored Lunar God Wind Wyvern rushed down, and as it swept across the battlefield, the elf grabbed the reins and leapt up.

A set of movements were flowing smoothly, before the jackals could even react, the elf captain had already rushed into the air.

He crossed the 6th and 7th position and landed on the 8th position, which is the artillery position of the Brass Dwarves, he originally wanted to find the Colonel Kadir who is so harsh and unlikeable, but he was surprised to find that at this critical moment, there was actually a “mutiny” in the 8th position?
Those brass dwarf artillerymen have been seized weapons, were tied with ropes and thrown aside with a grimy face, from the big bags thrown beside them, I know what these guys are going to do.

The Dwarf artillery that should have been maneuvered and fired by them have been lined up, those human artillerymen wearing the uniforms of the Kingdom of Canary Blossom are carrying out the final calibration of the firing, many observation warriors holding arithmetic beads are calculating and adjusting the firing plurality of elements, and a box of artillery shells glittering with a cold light has been opened and ready to be inserted into the cannon chamber.

As for Cadell.
This artillery colonel who had been severely humiliated by Lord Heather was lying in a miserable position at the entrance of his command post, with a hole in his head and several pieces of gold-burning ore of excellent quality, as well as several psychic packs filled with gold coins and gems on the blood-stained ground.

The artillery commander’s telescope that belonged to him was hanging on the chest of Major Ron, who had taken over the position, and there were several Thorn Assassins who were disappearing into the shadows behind this Goldfinch Major.

Obviously, he didn’t rely on his own soldiers to complete the takeover of the position.

But that didn’t matter much anymore.

The knowledgeable Captain Dames immediately understood what was happening in this position, and as he looked at the corpse of the obnoxious Carder, a slightly fleeting smile of pleasure appeared at the corners of that cold mouth, before striding towards Ron, who was leaning on his command sword.

The latter saw the elf approaching and immediately rose and did a military salute.

Daimus’s title was a high-ranking ranger captain, a rank that was equivalent to a colonel or major when converted to the human military system.

“The commander of position eight, Kadel Cannonflame, fled from the battlefield and attempted to resist after being discovered by me, and was ultimately executed on the spot by me along with Lady Adele, the Baroness of Transylvanian Specter Shadows, who executed him by firing squad! Position Eight has now been taken over by the artillery under my command!
Sir!

Please give the order.”

Major Ron shouted and Dames nodded, pointing ahead:
“Immediately throw firepower to position six to stop the armed dog-heads from continuing their assault and gain time for the soldiers in the position to retreat! After positions six and seven complete their retreat, you can retreat as well.”

“We will fight until the last moment, sir, this is the war oath of our Silanians!”

Ron gave a military salute and turned back to shout to Captain Ironhand behind him:

“Lower the battle flag of the Brass Dwarves and raise the flag of the Kingdom of Goldfinch! Gentlemen, this will be the place where the majesty of King Louis will descend!

Hear my command!

Right here, fight to the bitter end!”

“Yes, sir!”

Responding to him were shouts in unison, although the Transylvanians had already made a name for themselves in the Black Flame Pass, after today, the generals throughout the Black Plague Battlefield would know that the Pioneer Legion’s soldiers never lacked courage either.

A few minutes later, the first round of intensive shelling accurately landed on the rear of position six, where the armed dog-heads had massed in large numbers, only to be reimbursed by a round of heavy artillery.

Ron watched the results of the battle through Carder’s Artillery Commander’s telescope, the earth trembling in flames to his great satisfaction, and turned back to Captain Ironhand, who was escorting him, and spat:

“What a fine gun! Far better than the ones we are using now, if the Brass Dwarves had done their duty from the first day of the battle, the situation in the Black Flame Pass would never have gotten this bad.

Ugh!
What a waste of such good weapons for these cowards.”

“The Brass Dwarves weren’t always cowards.”

Captain Robinson ‘Ironhand’ shook his head:

“My ancestor participated in the Third Black Plague, he left behind a handwritten journal that was kept by my family until I was a child, in my ancestor’s handwritten journal he describes a scene where he was killing the enemy with the Brass Dwarf’s Lord’s Guard.

He praised the Dwarves as some of the craziest and bravest warriors he had ever seen in his life, especially those with an iron heart who gave up following their beliefs and traditions, and threw everything into battle and fighting!
Unfortunately, a few hundred years is enough time for a race to go from warriors to cowards.”

“Speaking of Ironheart warriors…”

Major Ron, however, thought of something else from the adjutant’s words and said:
“Didn’t we say that there are still four coalitions of Ironheart warriors in position eight? How come we didn’t see them when we came over just now? Did they escape? It can’t be!”

“No, they’re fighting, Major.”

Ironfinger said, pointing ahead to position seven:

“The Ironheart warriors stopped listening to Cadell when he decided to run away. Those crazy warriors took it upon themselves to rush out of the position to go ahead and seek out the enemy to fulfill the desire for slaughter in their hearts. These guys are crazy, almost like the Transylvanians.

But how?

The Transians are just pugnacious and a bit stupid, but I know they still have a human heart beating, however these Ironheart warriors, they give me a hmmm, uncomfortable feeling.

It’s like monsters who have lost their souls and filled in underneath their shells with strange things.

Hopefully I’m overthinking it.”

(End of chapter)