Chapter 716: Gelman bites the bone ah, think of it in a bad way, and then in a

Chapter 714 713. ah Gelman Bite the Bone, think of the bad before you think of the good
The real situation in the Brass Fortress was obviously much worse than the outside world had imagined.

It had come under attack at the very moment that the layer of communications had been cut off and the subspace forces that had shaped the labyrinth had surfaced, and its timing had occurred almost simultaneously with the war at Black Flame Pass entering its worst phase.

If Dusk was behind all of this, then this time those cultists were playing a two-front game.

Almost at the moment when the Mist of Shadows was overshadowed, a huge number of Ratmen launched an “underground raid” on the Brass Fortress and the surrounding fortresses from underground, and these bastards seemed to have already confirmed that the Brass Dwarves would lose the shelter of the Mother Earth, and so their attack seemed arrogant and straightforward.

There was no tactical cover as in the case of the Black Flame Pass, so they chose to strike when the fortress was covered and isolated.

The impregnable and solidly built Brass Fortress was dug through the ground that night, causing chaos inside the fortress all of a sudden, but this surprise attack was ultimately unsuccessful.

Because the rats underestimated the fortress’s specialization and the dwarves’ fighting prowess.

Especially the former, for a fortress carved out of mountains, its internal layering area alone has more than a dozen layers, dwarves in the fortress underground and a large number of buildings will make this underground raid want to capture all the way to the core location, just the difference between the high and low reached thousands of meters.

Only after the rats dug in did they realize that this battle in the three-dimensional structure of the battlefield layers of attack, and the rats . The native power of this race is even weaker than humans on an individual level, making them fight an offensive battle with the dwarves, who are known for their brute strength, is really too difficult for them.

What’s more, the garrison in the fortress wasn’t just dwarves.

Therefore, the rat’s surprise attack was successful, but also failed.

However, there was no doubt that the ratmen played exactly the same role as the Black Flame Pass in this attack and defense of the Brass Fortress, they reversed the situation of the position and let the initiative of the war completely fall into the hands of the jackals.

After the first wave of ratmen routed, the subsequent jackals and dogmen immediately took over, the wild barbarians along the ratmen dug out of the pit all the way into the fortress, and then the bloody battle began in the brass fortress.

It was probably the failure of the Black Flame Pass that stimulated Dusk, causing them to put away that careless attempting attitude and start going all out in the Brass Fortress.

The constant onslaught and replacement of phantom consciousness that the commanders experienced was the constant counterattack of subspace forces in this fortress, and the jackals didn’t have such means, so it was safe to assume that Dusk’s forces currently existed in the Brass Fortress, and that there were quite a few of them.

In the elf legion and the Sanghai legion finally decided to break out today, already is the sixth day of the attack on the brass fortress, this undefeated fortress has become a real mill of flesh and blood.

The Brass Dwarves have taken advantage of the terrain, and although the ground and first floors of the fortress have fallen into the hands of the Jackal army, the Dwarves are still resisting.

The news of the loss of the mother goddess of the earth’s protection is spreading among the brass dwarves’ civilians, which has seriously undermined their morale, but this situation is already a desperate situation of “fight or die”, and this resistance even has nothing to do with faith.

The Brass Fortress has been stained with the lives of too many jackals, and the hatred between the two races has been spreading for hundreds of years, so even the most foolish dwarves will not believe that if they lay down their arms, the jackals will let them go.

You die and I live!

This is the war where there is no second choice.

With dusk sealing the way out of the battlefield, this offense and defense is being pushed fast into blood and calamity.

And that is the perfect slaughter the Jackals wish to see in this Black Plague, to please their evil gods with the blood that is shed at those moments.

“What a wonderful start to the game that has never been seen before!”

Beyond the Brass Fortress, in a valley more than ten kilometers away from the dwarves’ fortress complex, the Bite Bone Clan’s army was entrenched.

At this early morning hour, High King Gelman Bitebone awoke from a wonderful, dream that he would become the king of the world, and while savoring a breakfast of venison still dripping with blood, a vanguard messenger delivered the war report.

It showed that last night’s raid had captured an armory on the second floor of the Brass Fortress, and that Clan Bitebone’s hordes had gained a great deal of fine armor and weaponry, and even the dwarves’ prized firearms.

For this victory, seven thousand Dogheads and five hundred Jackal vanguards paid the price of being scalded alive by the lava, but this casualty wasn’t even put in Gelman’s eyes.

What kind of joke is this?
In the insanely savage Dark Mountains, even the deaths and injuries from a brawl between two clans were crazier than this.

Not to mention the fact that the warriors’ deaths were richly rewarded, which in itself was something to boast about, how many Brass Dwarves were there, and how many Jackals were there? If the two sides had just swapped, Gelman could have swapped with pleasure until the day the last Dwarf was besieged to death.

The casualties caused by the six-day attack were not bad, but if this is the price to pay for breaking through the heavenly danger of the Gorgon Pass, then the Bone Biter will only feel good value and satisfaction.

His heart was as clear as a mirror.

As long as the invincible jackals under its leadership captured the Brass Fortress and entered the rich Genoa Peninsula, even if the Black Plague was eventually repelled, it would still become the true king of the jackals!
After all, even its ancestor, the King of Biting Bones, failed to break through the Brass Fortress.

Gelman was still very young.

He was still in the prime of his life, and even if he failed to accomplish his great cause of dominating the continent this time around, the true Black Plague that would form when the spiritual energy tide of the Dark Mountain Range surged in a decade or so would be his chance.

It had a lot of cards in its hand.

It would naturally be much more relaxed with more options.

“Pass on my order to reward the clans that captured the armory last night! Give them to make up for the lost warriors, and give them more dog-heads to keep fighting in the vanguard. As soon as the second tier is captured, I will give them more fertile territory and the honor of being the first to pillage the Genoese peninsula.

The Bite Bone Clan will only get 20% of all the loot, the rest goes to them.”

The Great King of Germain laughed and stuffed the venison in his hand into his mouth, tossed another piece of fatty liver to the messenger who had run to report the news, and gave him a sack of the wine he had enjoyed to drink on the way.

This is its unique “mastery of man”.

Although shallow and straightforward, but the bottom of the jackals eat this set, Gelman has always maintained this “courtesy” generous style, which makes it in the Bone Biting Clan’s reputation is quite good.

But everything goes well for the Bone Biting King, in fact, there are also things that bother him.

For example, after eating breakfast, it routinely inspected the military camp, and unsurprisingly found that the Whiptail Clan’s camp was still in the same place as yesterday, and that powerful clan seemed to have no intention of intervening in the head-on war in the Brass Fortress at all, and instead had been sending out their elite Seatwolf Cavalry to fight with the Dwarf Diaspora near Gorgons Pass.

The wily old Singh called it “cleaning up potential threats for the Great Bone Biter”, but in reality the old man couldn’t hide what he was trying to do from Gelman at all.

“You go to Clan Whiptail and deliver my order for Chief Singh to come to my feast this afternoon, and say that we’ve just gotten a shipment of elite Dwarven munitions, and that I intend to share some of this good stuff with my loyal war partners.”

Riding on the back of the sumptuous white Seatwolf King, Gelman Bitebone gave a word to one of his own crony governors, who nodded jarringly.

Gelman’s patrol continued, and compared to the Whiptail Clan’s lack of effort, the Blood Scar Clan that he commanded this time performed very brightly. It was probably because the Blood Scars were the most pious clan amongst the jackals, causing them to do their best for the birth of the Lord of the Hunt this time.

The blood scar clan’s faith warriors and hunting priests are almost the first batch of forces that rushed into the brass fortress and the dwarves to fight in the alleyway war, six days of attacking hard to abolish the three core subordinate clans.

This kind of loss made even Gelman staggered and heartbroken, but the Blood Scar Clan’s Grand Governor didn’t care and continued to send people to fill the lines.

That kind of crazy stance even made the Bone Biting Great King have to send his inspectors to persuade it or even stop it.

That was not how the elite of the Great Clan was used!

The battle is still in the initial stage, so let the peripheral clans go to their deaths, the elite must be saved until the other side is tired and used to charge the other side’s core.

If every elite jackal is the currency in the hands of the clan chiefs, then they must be used in the most appropriate place, and your behavior is the same as using gold to smash the door! It’s not that you can’t smash it like that, but it’s obviously more cost effective to use cannon fodder ah.

“Great King! There’s a messenger from the Black Flame Mountain Pass.”

Just as Gelman finished his “after-dinner exercise” and planned to personally lead his warriors to the front line to knock down a few Dwarf forts for a bit of fun, a bipedal Flying Dragon cavalryman brought him unexpected news.

This makes Gelman a bit upset. It didn’t like the Splintered Claw clan and everything related to that clan, nor did it like the devious old Botana, that guy had been secretly plotting something dangerous that Gelman couldn’t find evidence of.

This time in the Black Plague, the Splintered Claw Clan taking the initiative to run off and attack in the direction of Transylvania was a development Germaine would like to see, so that it wouldn’t have to be hamstrung.

And right now, someone was sent from there, so it was obvious that something was wrong with the battlefield at the Black Flame Pass.

That layer of mist that was led down by dusk shielded the communication between the dwarves and the outside world, but it also similarly shielded the connection between the jackals in the battlefield and the outside world, so that Gelman had not been able to get any news from the outside world in the past six days.

But the jackals in the end is an ally, so they have “privileges”.

They can freely pass through the layer of subspace fog covering the battlefield every morning or evening, but the number can not be too many, which is the same as putting themselves and the enemy into an octagonal cage, must fall one to leave.

In the eyes of other races such a mode of warfare was too dangerous, but for the Jackals it was just right.

“Have the men of the Split Claw Clan wait for me at the tent.”

Gelman Bitebone said as he swung his claws:
“I’m going to cut down 50 dwarves before I meet them, don’t worry, I won’t keep them waiting too long.”

With that said, this Great Lord Bitebone rushed out of the camp with his personal guards.

The truth was as it said, for a Gold ranked Jackal, 50 Dwarves really wasn’t a difficult target, an hour later, Gelman returned victorious, and then it heard the shocking news in its own tent.

“What? Old Potana cough, I mean, Chief Potana died in battle? And the Split Claw Clan’s army of over 100,000 was wiped out as well? Is this some kind of damn vampire joke? And how is this a battle!
Are you thinking of strategy with your tails?

Why did you make such horrible losses?

Even in the Fourth Black Plague, there was no example of a great chief dying in battle in the early stages! O Lord of the Hunt on high, this is sensational.”

Great King Bitebone was truly shocked.

It wasn’t a jackal chieftain that was good at hiding its emotions, and even the hint of glee hidden underneath the shock in its eyes wasn’t well concealed.

Good!

It’s good to die!

With the old demoness dead, and dying in such a shameful manner, the Split Claw Clan is bound to go down in flames.

If he found a way to maneuver a bit more, he might be able to directly dismember this big clan, so that the other jackal man clans would have enough psychic masters available, and other than the Split Claw Clan, the other several big clans would be very happy.

Gelman was already calculating the takeover, but the Manson High Priest sitting across from it didn’t care about that either.

It picked out its intentions quite bluntly:

“I am to take the warriors of Clan Bloodscar here, the High Lord of Biting Bones, as an aid to Clan Splintered Claw’s march of vengeance into Transylvania, while offering up even more frenzied carnage for the Lord of the Hunt there. I made a trip to Moss Valley before arriving here, and my chief, Lord Amot, told me that the Lord of the Hunt was very pleased with the slaughter at Black Flame Pass.

He even felt pleasure.

But on the flip side, He is less interested in the war at the Brass Fortress, which suggests that my Lord’s focus has shifted.

The main battlefield of this Black Plague Sacrifice will be displaced to Transylvania.”

“No!”

Gelman refused decisively:

“Without the help of the Blood Scar Clan’s hunting priests, it will be difficult for my army to break through the Brass Fortress under the Dwarf’s fire bombardment, the army here cannot be withdrawn.”

“Uh.”

Manson’s eyes glanced oddly at the Biting Bone Great King, and it said softly:

“I’m not asking for your approval, Grand Chief Gelman, I’m just here to tell you that Clan Bloodscar has made this decision. Serving the Lord of the Hunt is the sole duty and mission of the Blood Scar Clan, and as far as I know, you are not the Lord of the Hunt’s divine choice.

You had the opportunity, but you declined the honor, did you not?

Now the true Divine Chosen is about to be born in Mossy Hollow, and it will lead the vengeful armies of the Blood Scars and Splintered Claws into Transylvania.

The warriors of Clan Bloodscar are already gathering now, and I am only informing you out of courtesy to hasten to adjust your lines before the dwarves retake their position.”

“You . Bastards!”

Gelman was out of his mind with rage, and it yelled:
“We’re only one step away from capturing the dwarven fortress, and you guys are dragging me down at this point! Dammit! When I become the second King of the Bone Biters, I will.”

“Wait until you first sit on the throne of the King of the Jackals before you rain down your thunderous wrath.”

Manson didn’t bother to wrangle with this guy much.

It stood up, leaned on its own bone staff, and said softly:
“It was Lord Frederick who shaped the orthodox inheritance of the Lord of the Hunt, and I, the god, have enough majesty to designate the next King of the Jackals, and now that the Divine Choice has been born, you are drifting farther and farther away from the throne that you have longed for all your life.

But you still have a chance.

If you can gain enough support amongst your people, perhaps the Lord of the Hunt will change his mind. I mean, can you kill your way into the Genoa Peninsula to get a good catch for your people before His Highness, the Chosen One, Hogson, breaks through Transylvania?
Can you spread war, chaos and carnage across the continent in the name of the Lord of the Hunt?

Can you become a great man like Lord Frederick and make the whole world tremble?
Grand Chieftain Germaine.
Think hard, this may be your last chance.

Well, the Blood Scar Clan and our god await your good news, but for now, allow us to retire from your war.

And with all due respect, you and your so-called enemies at this time are of a much lower purity, both in intensity and will, compared to the Transylvanians, who are mad to the bone and fight to the death.

A group of fallen dwarves who have lost the shelter of their faith and are fighting for no reason and their already isolated city.

Gee whiz, how hard can it be?”

With that said, Manson just swaggered out of Germaine Bitebone’s tent, leaving behind only an impotent and raging Great Chief.

But after Gelman frantically slapped everything in the tent to calm himself down a little, he suddenly realized something he hadn’t noticed before from a very strange angle.

The Blood Scar Clan was withdrawing.

This meant that the Whiptail Clan no longer had any reason to shirk their request to participate in the frontal war.

Old Singh would either have to tear his face off with it, or he would have to send his elite Whiptail Hunters into the battlefield of the Brass Fortress to fight alongside the Bite Bone Clan.

Moreover, compared to the Blood Scar Clan, which was so wildly confident that it was afraid of its own people, the Whiptail Clan, which was more specialized in wandering hunting and had a tactical mindset, was obviously more suitable for the current alleyway battle, which required sufficient wisdom.

Wonderful!

(End of chapter)