Chapter 696: 695 Dusk Enemy 1, Kudel’s Determination

Chapter 696 695.Dusk Enemy +1, Kudel’s Determination

On the ninth position, the great evacuation of Black Flame Mountain Pass was being carried out here in a tense manner, there were a total of roughly thirteen thousand people out of this position counting the new recruits and fighters, and if you counted in the 5,500 people and thousands of players from the Golden Cockatrice Kingdom, the Black Flame Mountain Pass’s resident soldiers had already exceeded 20,000 people.

But now there were only less than eight thousand left that could be centralized here.

The remaining ones were either unaccounted for when the rats dug out their position earlier, or they were still resisting the Jackals and Dogs on position 8, although Murphy had already learned through the player forum’s constant reports of refreshing posts that there were about a thousand trapped NPCs who followed Old Qin and his men down the rats’ tunnels and broke out, the current battle losses were still as high as nearly 40%.

This was no longer the extent of the injuries.

In an army of this era, such battle losses would definitely trigger the negative effect of an army-wide collapse, and the fact that the Black Flame Mountain Pass is still able to hold on now is due to not only the valiant will to fight of the squires, but also because the constant pressure from the jackals has put them in a desperate situation of “fight or die”.

They could not afford to collapse at this time.

Commanders of any level knew that if they chose to collapse at this time, it would be all over.

The Earth Priests were still nervously transferring supplies and personnel here, the Earthwalking Technique granted by the Mother Earth showed a miraculous effect at this time, while the Sovereign Army was being led by their respective commanders to retreat by land, those with serious battle damage retreated first, and those whose establishment was still intact stayed behind to prepare to fend off the jackals who might come charging back at any time.

Civilians were doing statistics and treating the wounded, and a group of budding players who took advantage of a good opportunity to furiously brush up their goodwill were feverishly helping to move things.

Well, this group of “heartless” guys was probably the last force in the position that still maintained a fairly good mind and morale.

As long as there are still quests to do, as long as there are still rewards to get, as long as there are still monsters to kill, they will never be sad.

“There’s good news and bad news.”

As the blood-soaked Lord Heather sat on position nine gasping for air, feeling like she was caught in a nightmare that she would never wake up from, Murphy’s voice rang out behind her.

The heavily armored vampire governor handed over a bottle of flying wine, which Heather nonchalantly took and tilted her head back, poking the top of the bottle into her battle helmet in a strange way and drinking it with tons and tons of gusto.

It seemed like a way to banish the bad luck from his mind.

After she finished drinking, Murphy handed over another bottle before he opened his mouth to continue:

“The fifteen thousand troops sent by the Winter Wolf Legion from Crimson Fortress are passing through Baphomet Canyon, and they’ll be assisting us against the Jackals in the Phantom Valley. But that would be the upper limit of the military strength that the Phantom Valley can handle, that place is not rich and there are very few positions that can be used.

Therefore, the soldiers under your command don’t have to go into battle immediately after retreating over there, you will have a period of rest and recuperation.”

“Hmm, what about the bad news?”

Lord Heather asked, and Murphy pointed in the direction of Transylvania and said:

“You will have to retreat all the way through the Tainted Swamp into my Maginot line of defense, and until the end of the Black Plague you will have to hold there and assist us in holding off the Jackal’s advance. However, my territory will not allow a group of outsiders to walk unchecked, so you and all of your soldiers must temporarily take Transylvanian citizenship until the end of the battle.”

“You want me to pledge allegiance to you?”

Lord Heather grunted and said:
“Have you asked my honor?”

“Only temporarily, Lord, I had to do this to integrate you into the People’s Army’s combat system as quickly as possible, and I know that my Maginot defenses are hardly comparable to the Black Flame Pass on either a size or firepower level, and it would be a big mistake to have you hold it there.

But I can assure you that there will be no dark mines planted by Dusk underneath my defenses, as is your predicament at this time.”

Murphy was a gentleman.

But he spoke nonchalantly, almost poking Lord Heather right in the lungs.

The meaning was also clear, if Lord Heather didn’t intend to give up the fight, then she had to obey Murphy’s leadership for the time being, which meant that she would have to transfer all the command of the next battle to Murphy.

“Me.”

Heather had her own dignity.

In terms of age, Murphy was more than a hundred years younger than her.

In terms of status, whether in vampire society or dwarf society, Heather was truly upper class.

Finally, in terms of power, she was a Gold One, while Murphy was just a strange Black Iron.

It was hard for her to convince herself, but after seeing yet another position that she claimed could last for years decimated like this in a single day, all of Heather’s retorts were blocked in her throat.

She didn’t seem to be proving to be a successful commander-in-chief, and continuing to die hard to save face in today’s desperate situation wasn’t going to bring about a victory that was already hard to reach.

So she drank most of the bottle in one gulp and gasped:

“Well, I will obey your command for now, Lord Governor. Please give the order, what do you need me to do?”

“Call for help, of course!”

Murphy said in no uncertain terms as he sat down on the log beside Heather:

“Ask His Holiness Pa Ying and the Knights of the Blood League for help, before the Jackals break through the Valley of Shadows and the Tainted Swamp, the Knights of the Blood League must send a minimum of 20,000 soldiers, 5,000 vampires, and an army of one Gold Lord into the Maginot Line of Defense.

Secondly, I request that Venerable Lord Paying use his influence to get the Kingdom of Goldfinch and the Kingdom of Nordtorf to aid the war in Transylvania in a more cooperative manner.

Finally the Brass Fortress is definitely untenable.

With this wave of chaos, the Genoa Peninsula, which has never been scourged by war, will no longer be calm.

I have a mission there.

I ask the Blood League Knights to assist them in evacuating if necessary, I will send the plan to Professor Malcolm and Earl Sherron, and the Thorn Clan will aid them as well, but the Blood League Knights must send someone there!”

“We don’t have that many people!”

Lord Heather sighed:
“You’re almost asking His Holiness Paying to give you command of the entire Blood League Clan with this request, you’re so arrogant, no vampire has ever dared to be so disrespectful to His Holiness before!”

“His Holiness is going to carry out the plan to exterminate the Evil God, how will he have time to command the army and fight?”

Murphy asked rhetorically:
“If you don’t obey the command of the others, then are the Blood Alliance Knights planning to stand idly by in this war that is jeopardizing the continent? Come on, Heather, you know the situation better than anyone.

The fall of the Black Flame Pass is just the beginning, it will be too late to act until the Brass Fortress breaks down and shocks the continent.

Let me ask you, can you still contact the Brass Fortress side?”

“No.”

Lord Heather’s words were filled with worry as she said:

“Some kind of power has blocked all contact with there, and I can only vaguely sense that His Holiness is in the region of the Genoa Peninsula by relying on my children’s connection with His Holiness. I do not know what is happening near the Brass Fortress, but…”

“The Sage Wolf told me of the strange power that hangs over the Brass Fortress, the power that makes the dwarven city ever boisterous, ever noisy, never peaceful or even able to affect the soul.”

Murphy interrupted Heather’s speculation.

He stared into Heather’s red eyes under her battle helmet and said:

“I can tell you unequivocally, that is the power of subspace! Only the metaphysical power of subspace can realize this silent and instantaneous mass psychic energy blockade, don’t argue with me, I can equally tell you that regarding the research of subspace power, all of you dwarves bundled together are inferior to me and Tris!

As for why subspace shadows can achieve such large-scale infiltration while the world barriers are still intact .
Oh.”

He fished out a piece of raw, still blood-stained burning gold, tossed it in his hand, and said to Heather:
“If I’m not mistaken, the Fortress of Brass has warehouses full of this stuff, right? Didn’t the Halflings tell you that this stuff comes from subspace shaped by the forces of the material world when they taught you to smelt burning gold back in the day?

I bet you guys knew.

Because Mother Earth has been warning you to stay away from burning gold.

You heard them, you just don’t care because the riches this little thing can bring are awesome.

The Dwarves of Brass have sat on their mountains of gold for centuries enjoying themselves, being generous and dashing, but these gifts come at a price.

Now.
It’s time for you to pay back the debt!”

“I I am powerless to retort.”

Lord Heather seemed to have been knocked out of all her essence as she hung her head in defeat:

“I will call for help as you requested, perhaps the Brass Dwarf side is hopeless, but I think there is some hope for us Shield Dwarves, the Porut Pass we hold is the last gateway to the Genoese Peninsula.

I will have my people contact your emissaries, and I will have my people assist in any way they can if you have to evacuate.”

“Well no no no, we don’t just have to evacuate.”

Murphy said in a subtle tone to Lord Heather as he held out his finger:

“We are to empty the dangerous things that could be taken and utilized by the jackals when the halflings are threatened with war! I’ve been waiting for this, I just didn’t realize that the opportunity would come so quickly.

But I won’t take it for nothing.

Transylvania will graciously open its arms to the halflings as they risk losing their proud mechanical city.”

With that said, Murphy stood up, patted Lord Heather on the shoulder, and pointed to the Black Flame Pass ahead:

“Take one last look at this place; by this time tomorrow, everything you are familiar with will be gone. But I will tell you not to agonize over the loss of the past, but to accept change with courage.

I mean, welcome to the next phase of the Black Plague.”
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A second effort by the Jackals to attack position eight quickly failed again as more of the Sovereigns arrived, their hearts filled with rage to return more kills and destruction to the Jackals before withdrawing.

However, the charging Jackals in front were not the only trouble these last defenders had to face.

With the assistance of several Earth Priests, Murphy, Heather, Maxim, and Phineas made their way to the “dead space” at the center of the lower part of Position Nine.

They immediately saw the earth-colored divine spell boundary covering the entire space, tens of thousands of Necromantic warriors and an equal number of spirits were trapped by the presiding officer of this divine spell, just this scene can make Murphy perceive the terrifying power of that old, skinny dwarf in front of him.

That was the Heart of Ovorg-Silver.

The master of Silver Castle, the supreme lord of the Silver Dwarves, one of the three “Ancient Leaders” of the Dwarf civilization, the ruler of the Earth’s holy relic – Gaia Whispering, and also the biological grandfather of Loren’s obnoxious short person.

At this moment, six hours have passed since Potana and Manson activated the Necro Warriors in this dead space, and two hours have passed since the Feast of All Souls was unleashed, so it’s impossible for ordinary Golds to hold out for so long under these circumstances.

This was, after all, fighting against tens of thousands of berserk undead with the power of one person.

In addition to having the Earth Sacred Relic in his hands, Ovorg was able to hold on because this mountain pass was Gaia’s holy land, and as the current head priest of Mother Goddess of the Earth, he was able to receive the full assistance of the power of the earth here.

But even so, when the crowd arrived, Ovorg’s already stooped body because of old age is more like being squeezed clean all the energy, so that he, the old dwarf “wrinkled”.

“Three hours…”

Ovorg’s weak voice could be heard as Murphy approached.

The old dwarf was the bearer of this “blessed rock of the earth” divine spell, he could not move as if he had taken root as a boulder, and could only communicate with the people around him in a spiritual gesture.

“I can still hold on for the last three hours, can I complete the transfer?”

He asked.

Heather shook her head, but then nodded and said:
“It’s possible if we abandon the provisions and just send away the men. But that would mean the Jackals would get plenty of supplies, and we have too many supplies for defense, and getting enough of those would be enough for the Jackals to fight all the way across the continent.

I’ve ordered the engineers to be planting explosives, but it will all take time.”

“That’s okay, you don’t have to hold out for three hours!”

Murphy stepped forward and addressed the old dwarf he was meeting for the first time:

“After two hours you can retire and rest, but I need you to seal the connection between this space and the rest of the position before you evacuate, leaving only a few suitable passages to hold the place from collapsing.

My soldiers and warriors will take over the rest of the defense to buy time for the final transfer.

Also I am friends with your grandson, he really is an asshole in every sense of the word and I swear he will die by my hand because of what he did to Transylvania.”

“Oh, can we let him die after he’s married?”

Instead of being annoyed, the old dwarf said cheerfully:

“At least let the Silver Heart’s bloodline pass on, right? My good granddaughter has waited too long, Lord Murphy, Loren has done wrong, but he is a stubborn character, and if he had to atone for his sins because of that, he wouldn’t choose to hide and languish.

There is no need to worry that a clash between you will draw the intervention of the Silver Keep.

Loren is, after all, only half Dwarf, and especially after he has pledged his undying allegiance to King Louis, we lose any reason to intervene in his fate.

Enough about that little bastard.

Can the soldiers under your command really stand up to these dead who were let down a hundred years ago?

They are angry.

I can feel that they have been molded into something terrible by loss and pain, they cannot return to the Underworld they cannot find peace, they have been preparing for this vengeance for a hundred years once they are allowed to leave from here they will become a slaughter of living beings a hundred times more dangerous than the jackals.

This is the Jackal’s plan.

They are cunning and they will make this army of vengeance the vanguard of their campaign to kill Transylvania.”

“Don’t worry.”

Murphy looked at the howling dead spirits in the dead space in front of him, he said:
“They can’t go anywhere, since they’ve been dead for a hundred years, it’s long past time for them to rest in peace.”

“Swish.”

The stream of light from the Earthwalking Technique flickered, sending the last belated “guest” here, and Baron Kudel, the hunting baron who carried the Griffin Greatsword, came striding in.

He stood behind the flickering earth-colored curtain of light, looking at those hideous dead in front of him.

These hideous things in front of him were all his teammates who had fought together back then, and he could even recognize some of them from the weathered weapons.

If he hadn’t been taken by Salokdar at the last moment, then he would have been one of these vengeful dead, and in the hundred years since he had become a vampire, Kudel had felt like he had been in hell every moment of the day, but now an even harsher truth lay before him.

He hadn’t entered Hell, he had been lucky enough to escape it.

The scene in front of him made Kudel outraged, he took off his battle helmet and reached out his hand to try to touch those dead spirits in front of him, but eventually withdrew his fingers.

“Bang.”

The second strongest member of the Blood Vulture Clan fell to his knees.

Vampires couldn’t shed tears, or else Kudel would definitely have been in tears at this point.

Murphy reached out and placed his hand on Kudel’s shoulder, not merely comforting, but using the power of Omega to help Kudel suppress the unruly anger in his heart, preventing this vampire civil protection officer who had been poisoned by subspace from entering an out-of-control situation again.

Subspace had taken a part of him.

And now, those evil god’s lapdogs were not even allowing him to keep a piece of the veteran’s memories.

Kudel felt the strength coming from his shoulders, and he lowered his head, whispering in a hoarse voice to his comrades from a hundred years ago:

“I apologize for being late as a deserter, brothers. I have no way to give you honor and dignity, but I swear that I will help you on the last leg of this cursed road. I will be here with you all until the final hour arrives.

Maxim!”

“Huh?”

Mark looked to Kudel as the Bao Min Officer spoke to him:

“Your body and mind are ready to step into the next stage, so you will be my adjutant in this block. I will help you complete the Silver Trial, and you will help me give my brothers their last decent!

And then
Then I will personally return the shame that Dusk has brought upon us, the guardians of old, a hundredfold and a thousandfold!

The oath of guardianship I took failed to guard anything after all.
Perhaps this is my destiny.”

“Don’t say that, all of Transylvania is counting on you, my Protector.”

Murphy whispered:
“Your granddaughter is watching you too, make peace with the Midnight you resist and hate and become our hero, we need you to be a hero to all of Transylvania in the war that follows… This is a hundred years too late, but
Welcome to the Blood Vulture Clan.”

(End of chapter)