Chapter 699: 698 Shameless Jackals Use Plague Weapons! World
Chapter 699 698.The shameless jackals have used the plague weapon! World Tension +100!
“Chief! Two powerful spirits were fighting in the area beyond the Black Flame Pass, the concentration of death psychic energy was soaring, the good news was that the dead on the position were awakened into undead, the number of which was very considerable!
The bad news is that the undead don’t listen to our commands at all, they have split into two factions to fight each other in the ruins of the Black Flame Mountain Pass.
Not only does this not help at all, but it hinders our soldiers from attacking deeper!”
In the Splintered Claw’s base camp outside the Black Flame Mountain Pass, a Jackal psychic was reporting the frontline battle situation to the calm-faced main mother, Potana, as it shouted:
“That ritual that can constantly summon grudge spirits was powerful at first, but this will have stopped working as well, no more new grudge spirits will be born, and it’s completely impossible to attack the positions behind us with just those warriors from the smaller clans.
Chief, those vampires and their servants are withdrawing and moving on, we can’t let them leave so easily!
Send our men on!
Wipe them all out here!
Bring the Lord of the Hunt a slaughter He wishes to see!”
“Fine, since you’re so pious, it’s up to you to lead the men to win the honor of slaughter for the Lord of the Hunt.”
Lord Mother Splintered Claw rolled her eyes and shouted to her guards:
“Men! Take this sincere believer in hunting out and give it 50 men to charge the Black Flame Mountain Pass! No one will be allowed to return if they don’t kill enough 500!”
The jackal psychic master man was dumbfounded.
It didn’t think that it could actually put itself into the situation when it came to report on the situation, at the current situation of the 8th position, not to mention 50 people, bringing 500 savage soldiers over would just be throwing a piece of fresh meat into the meat grinder.
It howled and begged for mercy.
But Split Claw Mother of God didn’t even bother to listen to it, the big waisted guards came forward and dragged the bastard who couldn’t speak out.
Whoever at the top of Splintered Claw Clan didn’t know that the Dominatrix just couldn’t listen to such wild beliefs, and although Splintered Claw Clan and Blood Scar Clan were in a partnership, Potana had never been a sincere jackal.
She lacked the most basic respect for the beliefs of the Lord of the Hunt, and under the leadership of such an alpha, it would be a mistake to expect the Splintered Claw clan to be more devout in their beliefs.
“Bastard, before you pander, figure out who trained you? It’s the Split Claw that gave you power, not the Lord of the Hunt that you hang on your lips, so pious, why don’t you go and join the Blood Scar?”
Potana cursed in her tent.
She really didn’t hold much hope for the emotional intelligence of these psychic masters under her command anymore.
Being able to learn psychic abilities could at best only prove that the other party was smart, but being smart and being a human er, a jackal could be two completely different concepts.
“Sure enough, this Dusk just can’t be trusted!”
Lord Mother Splinterclaw swept a glance at the map of the Black Flame Pass defense she had hung next to her, the war at hand had advanced to the final link, Dusk had confidently unleashed their long prepared army of Necrotic Spirits, and had even decently initiated a powerful looking ritual.
But it had been little more than half a day!
The vampire’s last position not only did not fall, but also the evacuation of the transit to do a good job, the so-called ghost ceremony sounds awesome, but the Transylvanians are also prepared, the sudden appearance of a strange spirit only one person to curb the “feast of all souls” continue to take effect.
Facts proved that the real strength of the dusk seems to be not as strong as they boasted, at least in the reliable this item, their claims and their actions are completely different.
Portana thought about how Gen had sworn that Lord Murphy was dead, and hey, guess what?
That strange Transylvanian lord did disappear for a few days, but just now, Portana received a report that he had appeared alive and well again, and even led that strange group of warriors to come back to the position to drive back the jackals.
If it wasn’t for that Lord of Transylvania’s meddling, Xu Gesen’s army would have been able to surround and kill Lord Heather and the Blood League Knights in position six.
This Dusk’s cowhide blew sky high, saying that with their assistance Black Flame Pass would be able to be broken in a single battle, and he himself was almost bluffed before.
But the facts proved that you, this Dusk, can’t do it either!
“Alas, it’s too hard to find a reliable collaborator these days, in the end, don’t you still have to do the dirty work yourself?”
Lord Mother Splinterclaw stood up from her lavishly jeweled cranial throne.
With a sneer, she casually threw the pearl bracelet on her hand to the side, leaned on her own bone staff and left the war wagon, and came under the escort of Grand Inspector Xu Gesen to an area in front of the main camp that was guarded by layers of Splintered Claw elites.
“All set?”
The Master Mother asked in a muffled voice.
The silent jackalope warlocks before her eyes nodded in unison.
These guys were dressed strangely, their entire bodies were shrouded in odd black clothing that didn’t show a single seam, and their faces wore masks made to look like the faces of raven birds, dressed like plague doctors.
They lifted the hooded animal skins from several large carts behind them that were pulled by the Los Beasts, revealing buckets of sealed liquids, and these strange black buckets had Jackal writing on them, signs that warned others not to fumble with their hands.
“Well, Voodoo Plague . The Jackal’s art of war, it was what the King of Biting Bones used to crush the stubborn Nords back in the day, and to this day there are many, many no-man’s-land areas along the borders of Transylvania and Nordtorf.”
Portana reached out and touched the barrels of plague that had been concocted only a short time ago, a certain obscure light flickering in her cloudy eyes beneath her hood.
She said:
“Even the Dusk guys who have become things are interested in this stuff, and we still don’t know where our King of Biting Bones learned this horrible formula, but that’s not something we need to concern ourselves with.
Prepare the bipedal flying dragon riders for liftoff!
I already feel disgusted with the stubbornness of the Blood League Clan and the Transylvanians, let’s settle this the Jackal way.
If they won’t evacuate, then stay in their positions forever and meet death.
I’m sure that process will never be merciful.”
With a wave of her hand, Lord Mother Splinterclaw was instantly busy with Jackal Plague Warlocks.
The black barrels here added up to almost two hundred barrels, and after being smashed into the position by the bipedal flying dragon cavalrymen the plague would spread out, enough to exterminate all the recalcitrant guys in that subsequent position!
Moreover, the jackals are advancing with the times.
The plague used by the Splintered Claw Clan is now an enhanced version.
If any of the undead of Sicco City were here to open the plague barrels and take a sniff, it wouldn’t be hard to realize that the smell of these psychic plagues was almost identical to the smell of the plague that destroyed Sicco City more than two years ago to shape the Undead Jedi.
Potana was always skeptical of Dusk’s strength, but she would not refuse effective assistance from Dusk, and after receiving the improved formula, she almost immediately ordered the clan’s plague warlocks to begin production, and now it was time for these “big babies” to be put to use.
“I actually hope they stick around.”
Potana said to the silent Hogson as she watched the barrels of plague being strapped to the bipedal flying dragon:
“They’ll hold out to the end, then be killed by the plague and resurrected as brutal undead, and we won’t even need to manipulate them, disgust for the living will drive them back to the place they swore to guard.
Massacre after massacre!
We don’t even need to fight to claim victory after victory.
The Black Flame Pass has been taken, and the road to Transylvania will be smooth sailing, so you may go and prepare yourself, Hüggesen, and take our elite, and go forth as soon as the Plague Warlocks have cleared the way.”
The Grand Inspector, who carried the Sacred Sword of Wolf’s Blood, nodded, turned and went to gather his army.
For her part, Lord Mother Splinterclaw stood still and watched as the first bipedal flying dragon cavalry took off with the heavy plague barrels and flew off in the direction of the Black Flame Pass.
With all the plague weapons mobilized, this battle was no longer in doubt.
Hmph!
She would prove her thoughts.
The mighty Jackals didn’t need Dusk’s assistance to rule the world just as well; the King of Bitten Bones had already given the Jackals a vivid demonstration of what to do, and this time she just needed to be careful not to make the same mistake that Lord Philip had made.
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“Half of the rear supplies have been diverted! Hold out for another three hours!”
On position eight, Lord Heather had just gotten a report from the Earth Priests, which made her breathe a sigh of relief, and shouted again to the warriors around her who had been fighting for hours in blood:
“We can hold out, warriors! The Jackals and their villainous allies can’t crush us, and by continuing to fight like this, we might even be able to retake our position.
Do not slacken!
Remain vigilant!”
She shouted the slogan, but not too many responded.
The men in this position were tired, especially after Murphy had evacuated his xenos warriors and left the energetic ones to help transport vital supplies, and the grueling offensive and defensive battles seemed to be getting boring without the noisy guys around.
The scene was noticed by Heather.
She knew that morale had begun to slip, and that it might be time to consider pulling back.
“Murphy, are you holding up on your end?”
Lord Heather fumbled for an arithmetic jewel, which would diminish the jackals’ psychic interference with the Black Flame Pass a bit, allowing the jewel’s communication to be restored at close range.
The second lord whispered a couple of questions, and a few seconds later, Murphy’s voice rang out from the treasure bead:
“All four defense points are at risk of being breached, these centuries old dead spirits are fierce, their wills are twisted to think only of revenge on the living, my warriors will have to retreat after holding them off for another hour or two at most.
Blow up the rest of the supplies, it can’t be saved anymore already.
The evacuation of personnel is almost halfway complete, so hurry up and get ready to retreat, don’t carry on there!
When the jackals rush over, we’ll immediately release those undead warriors, their distaste for the living will cause them to attack the jackals as well, and that’s the best kind of chaos that’ll cover us and get us out safely.”
“Alright.”
Lord Heather was resigned.
But she knew that this was not the time to take the bull by the horns, and seeing that the Dogheads in front of the formation had begun to gather, Heather made up her mind that she would retreat after this wave.
But just at the moment when both sides were ready to engage in battle, the high-ranking ranger captain Daimus, who was resting against a stake, suddenly tilted his head, and with the excellent vision of a forest elf, he saw some black dots that were breaking through the clouds high in the sky.
“The Jackals are sending out bipedal flying dragon cavalry!”
The elf captain grabbed his war bow and nocked an armor-breaking arrow as he shouted:
“They are few in number, there is no need to worry, you continue to deal with the ground, we will take care of the sky defense! Rangers, follow me into the air!”
At Dames’ command, the Elven Rangers in the position immediately jumped onto their beloved Lunar God Wind Vultures, blowing like a sharp wind of war, allowing them to fly close to the slow-moving Jackalese Flying Dragon Cavalry.
The dog-heads on the ground had already begun to charge the formation, the jackal-man barbarians of the lesser clans were following closely behind, and the artillery used by the goldfinch artillerymen were also firing, and position eight, which had already accomplished a mountain of corpses and blood, was buzzing with activity again.
“Captain, something’s not right! Quickly look! There’s something dangling underneath the Jackals’ bipedal flying dragons!”
An elven scout’s warning caused the ranger captain to look up in surprise, and as the dozens of bipedal flying dragons rapidly approached, Daemus finally got a good look at the black barrels hanging underneath those flying dragons.
As a veteran of the Fourth Black Plague, Daemus instantly recognized the object.
He, who had always been indifferent, was also startled at this instant.
“Not good! It’s the voodoo plague barrels of the Jackals! Quickly, send a message to the ground and tell them to retreat immediately!”
Although he gave such an order, the Ranger Captain himself actually knew very well that it was already too late.
Right now at this distance, no matter if he killed the bipedal flying dragon cavalrymen or shot the plague barrels, it would cause the voodoo plague to spread out on the position.
The plague used by the jackals was very vicious, the stuff was liquid but it volatilized quickly once it was opened, spreading the deadly plague around the drop point in the shortest possible time.
A hundred years ago, the army of the King of Biting Bones used such a tactic to consecutively breach many cities.
But.
But it shouldn’t appear again!
This thing is a toxin that requires a special vicious plant to make.
At the end of the Fourth Black Plague, the human psionic organization, the Tower of the Ring, had clearly destroyed all of the original plague seeds and destroyed several of the clans under the King of Biting Bones that were the best at using plague.
The Blood League Knights’ continuous observation of the Jackals in the Dark Mountains during these hundred years also had no intelligence related to the voodoo plague.
Could it be that
Dames didn’t dare to think any further.
For a moment the lean, high-ranking ranger felt caught up in a terrible conspiracy that had been woven since the end of the Fourth Black Plague a hundred years ago and had not shown its true fangs until today.
He knew that he must deliver this terrible news to the Ranger General who was stationed at the Brass Fortress.
It was all a setup!
But they were already in the game.
“Ow!”
As the Ranger Captain shot his deadly arrow, piercing the eye of the first bipedal flying dragon that swooped down, the flying monster screamed in agony as it began to lose its balance in the air and fell diagonally towards the battlefield below at an extremely fast speed.
Dames watched as the flying dragon smashed into the tidal wave of attacking dog-heads, and then black and green smoke exploded across the battlefield.
These madmen!
The Splintered Claw Clan didn’t care about the lives of the jackals of these smaller clans, they only wanted to take the Black Flame Pass.
More barrels of plague were dropped, like less destructive “meteorites”.
They were captured by the earth’s gravity in free fall, accelerating with a strange sound, flipping in the air like cocktail mixers, and finally, they hit where they should have.
“Bang.”
A tumbling barrel of plague exploded on the stone behind Lord Heather, and with a hint of grotesque scarlet sweetness rushed into the Golden One’s nostrils, and she felt a slight dizziness while the warrior of the Sovereign Army beside her fell to her knees in a chokehold.
Heather reached out to pull him up, but the warrior pushed his commander with the last of his strength, signaling her to run!
This position was hopeless.
They were hopeless.
“Run ahem, avenge . For us . Keep it!”
Heather watched as the bravest warrior under his command lost his breath in ten seconds, his outstretched hand falling helplessly to the ground while the green smoke was thickening around him and even the dumbest of the Dogheads stopped charging.
They screamed and backed away, yet everything was silent wherever the green mist went.
After only a few minutes, the position was silent, and it seemed that Heather was the only one left still standing in that thick to the point of choking plague fog.
It wasn’t just because she was a Gold One, with a high enough life rank to last longer, it was also because Heather wasn’t an ordinary Dwarf, nor was she an ordinary Vampire.
She had secrets to keep.
“Ugh in the end it didn’t hold.”
The second lord dropped his shield in defeat.
She gripped the jewel in her hand and replied to Murphy who was asking aloud what was happening on the ground:
“Take the rest of your people, Murphy, and get them out of here! I’ll buy you the last time, go, and don’t look back! No matter what you hear, don’t look back!”
With that said, Heather dropped the jewel and reached for her battle helmet.
“Fuck! Don’t fucking howl.”
She cursed:
“This is it. I’ll let you out.”
(End of chapter)