Chapter 755: It doesn’t feel right, but I’ll say it anyway.

Chapter 753 752.Although it doesn’t feel quite right, I still have to say, just because you’ve gotten stronger doesn’t mean I’ve gotten weaker!

The terrain of the Valley of the Shadow was very odd.

There were three rift valleys separating this place from the outside world, so basically, other than descending from the sky and reclining to dig, it was simply impossible for a large-scale army march to unfold.

It can only be said that when the shadow half-elves were able to find this place it was really the blessing of Avalon, they have been hiding in this valley for more than sixty years, except for that one time when they were attacked by the dog-heads digging a hole, the rest of the time this place has never been disturbed by the outside world.

But on the other hand, such an awkward terrain makes it very difficult for the defenders to launch a large-scale attack, that’s why that Hass Governor said that the Transylvanians guarding this place can’t accomplish anything at all.

The other Jackal Inspector wasn’t just talking nonsense.

However, in the past period of time, the defense line of the Shadow Valley was hard by the Silver Dwarves through the shaping of the terrain and made a circle of fire platforms built on the ridge, the interior through the pit and the valley connection, so that long-range firepower finally has a space to play.

Thus as the armed dog-heads roamed the mountains and began to attack the Valley of the Shadow, the artillery on those protruding platforms on the ridges began to roar.

Colonel Fraser himself commanded the artillerymen of the Pathfinder Corps, covering that deadly firepower ever downwards.

With the terrain advantage that was hard to hide by hitting high and low, those dog-heads charging along the ridge piggyback had no way to break through the circle of fire, they could only be bombarded on this barren mountain with no vegetation to cover them, and what was the most suffocating thing about it was that it was hard for them to even counter-attack.

You can’t expect the dog heads to throw the spears in their hands to hit the flying shells, can you?

The voodoo priests of the Split Claw Clan tried to summon meteorites, but the Earth Priests in the Valley of Shadows were also holding their breath, and they kept interfering with the landing points of the meteorites, making those boulders trailing flames in the air cut a grotesque trajectory and dive headfirst into the dog-heads’ positions.

The more you fight, the faster you kill.

From afternoon to evening, the three charges of the dog-heads couldn’t be said to be useless, and they couldn’t even bring even a little bit of momentum.

Of course, the jackals sent the dog-headed man is not idle to help the dog-headed man to do “population management”, in the mountains of the dog-headed man around the pig raid at the same time, split claw clan voodoo army elites are also in action.

They followed the only road up the mountain all the way into the cave that leads to the valley and the players have repeatedly fought, and finally hard to get the control of the cave.

As a result, when they burst in further, those jackals were directly dumbfounded.

Appeared in front of them is a drawbridge, and in the drawbridge on the opposite side of the Transylvanian munchkins are guarding in a variety of gestures in provoking them.

Forward can only step on the drawbridge exposed to the player’s firepower, and the other side only need to destroy the bridge can be physically separated from the internal and external connection, this time the vanguard also egg pain.

They are not afraid of death, but the main problem is that the current situation can not be accomplished just by dying.

So the two sides were stuck here.

After the night fell, the jackals thought they would encounter the vampires in the midnight raid, but I did not expect after most of the night or no movement, as if the whole valley is quiet.

In the midst of this marvelous standoff, Huegson and Manson arrived in disguise at the entrance to the Valley of the Shadows, and as soon as they saw the drawbridge and the strange terrain ahead of them, Huegson frowned.

There was no way to fight this!
The drawbridge was just this wide, and with 100,000 men under its command it could only cross two at a time, the numbers in this terrain were already meaningless, and the blood that stained that drawbridge proved that there had already been Jackal warriors who had tried to take the bridge before they arrived.

And even if they grabbed this bridge, there were still two more ahead.

“We don’t need a strong attack either, Chosen Coronet.”

Priest Manson had also fought in battles, and it narrowed its eyes to survey the terrain of the valley ahead and said:
“There is no second way out of here, right now the Lord of the Hunt’s divine spell has been unleashed, and space has been reinforced to separate them, so they can’t leave through teleportation-type spells, so they’ll have to be trapped and die here.

Such a valley terrain is the limit for a few thousand people at most, but the Transylvanians have piled up more than 10,000 people here, and the consumption of supplies alone is enough to put them in a desperate situation in half a month.

They can certainly pick fights all they want, but as long as they hold steady, the advantage is still on our side.”

“It’s just a blindfold, Manson.”

Huegson said dumbly:

“Murphy put up his marquee just to lure me here; he knows I’m hungry for revenge, and he must have volunteered to be trapped here as the Governor of Transylvania to draw me in so he could make it easier for those undead under his command to do something that would have an impact on the battlefield.

He knows that a terrain like this can sap our patience and energy, and he expects to see a me who continually throws the lives of my people into this place for victory.”

“It seems you have not been swept away, Chosen of the Gods Coronet.”

“You called me Huegson, Manson, we’re already friends, and that title was a stretch.”

The Grand Governor spoke up, and the Manson priest grinned, revealing his old but still sharp canines as it asked:
“So what are you going to do about it?”

“I’m going to lure him out of this turtle shell to come out of his own accord and face me in a dignified manner!”

Huegson narrowed his eyes, like a wolf king sizing up his prey, and it said:

“Murphy is taking on the duty of baiting the enemy in this war, I don’t know how they are planning to fight yet, but what is clear is that if Murphy can’t lure me, it will make his plan completely bankrupt. He knows there’s only so many ways to keep me here willingly.
So let’s retreat!”

The Hunting God Chosen wagged its tail and said:

“Retreat tonight!

Have Hass take another half of the men and make it all the way forward towards the Tainted Swamp, the Transylvanians don’t want us to go there, then we have to go there!
I need only leave a third of my soldiers here, and that will be enough to seal off this valley like an iron tortoise.

I admit that this is indeed a good place to defend, but if I don’t intend to attack the city at all, what is Lord Murphy to do about it?”

“Good! With such amazing thinking, you really are a born tactician just like your ancestors.”

Manson exclaimed in admiration.

It couldn’t pick any faults with Xu Gerson’s decision and ordered it to be carried out, and two hours later, a large number of Jackals broke away from the home formation that was besieging the valley and began to move in the direction of Transylvania.

This change was immediately sent back to the command headquarters by the vampire players who were constantly patrolling in the night sky, Master Qin frowned tightly as he looked at the battle report, and turned back to his adjutant “Five to the Wheel” and asked:
“How long will it take for the Silver Dwarves to complete the second phase of the pit in Baffent Canyon?”

“At least five days if it’s just the main tunnels, and even longer if we add the functional tunnels, sir.”

Five Pair of Wheels answered immediately:

“General Baldwin’s Winter Wolf Legion has already constructed a defense line at Baphomet Canyon with the help of the Earth Priests, but that makeshift defense line cannot be expected to hold back so many Jackals that they cannot be let go!

Otherwise, the filthy swamp side will be forced to activate the traps in advance, but the number of traps set up now is not even two thirds, that damn place is really too big.

Digging tunnels under the swamp is also much more difficult than in this terrain, this group of jackals saw through our intention to bait the enemy, and their commander is using this to force us to leave the valley and fight them.

I must admit that I underestimated the Jackals a bit before.”

“Nonsense, if they were really that easy to deal with, I wouldn’t have to invite you guys over to help out, this is nothing, it’s just the beginning of the game.”

Old Qin shook his head and said:

“Send a message to the air force to organize a bombardment in 20 minutes, at the same time send at least two hundred players and an equal number of People’s Army engineers to move ahead of the Jackals’ marching route through the pits, and make sure to finish laying out the improvised minefields by early tomorrow morning.

Then inform General Maxim to have the main force of the People’s Army move out and prepare to start a battle with the Jackals on the pre-set battlefield outside the valley!

Also pass on instructions to the generals of the Goldfinch Artillery and the Winterwolf Legion, I need them to be ready to go out and fight in their positions.

The Jackals want war, then we will give them war!

The Valley of the Shadows must become a ‘magnet’, it must suck the attention of the Splintered Claw Avengers firmly, and only then will we be able to create some space for operations behind enemy lines.”

“Actually, logic dictates that all it takes is for Governor Murphy to go around the battlefield…”

Five to Wheel whispered, but Old Qin immediately shook his head and said:
“No way! He’s a mainline NPC, the whole game ends when he dies, we’ve had an experience before, and if he wasn’t stubbornly unwilling to leave, I wouldn’t even want him to stay here.” “The problem is that we can’t restrict him.”

Five to Wheel said with great egg on his face:
“I’ve only heard of NPCs restricting players, this is the first time I’ve heard of players restricting NPCs from doing this and that… Why did this development team set up a mainline NPC that’s such a rookie? I haven’t played the game for years, but I at least know that, in general, aren’t camp leaders very strong?”

“Lord Murphy isn’t weak at all, the problem is, he’ll always challenge enemies that are much stronger than him, time and time again, this is probably what’s known as the ‘strong mentality’.”

Master Qin also sighed, and just as the two of them were discussing what to do next, a vampire sergeant knocked on the door of the command headquarters, and he gave Old Qin a military salute and said loudly:
“By order of Lord Murphy, the Governor of Transylvania, the Desolate Mountain Battle Area Combat Command is requested to draw up a battle plan immediately, in addition, Governor Murphy has decided to go to war himself, and he is moving out of the valley at this time.

The Patriarchal Guard is protecting him, Lord Murphy said that he wants to see his warriors step into battle with him, that would fill his heart with courage.”

“Blanch!”

Master Qin was completely enraged as he roared:
“It was agreed before the war started that he must listen to my command! I won’t allow him to just casually run out and give away his head, where are those silver players? Tell them to move and immediately form a guard to go forward to protect our rookie and fun-loving Lord Excellency!
What are you schoolchildren looking at me for? Will I win this battle with a flower on my face?

Give the order!

Didn’t you already give battle instructions just now?”

Under Old Qin’s chiding, the entire staff immediately went into operation, one order after another was sent down to the player base through the command system set up by Ruyi, and the NPCs were quickly mobilized as well.

A few minutes after Murphy, Bonnie, Velancer and other experts left the Valley of Shadows, the “Vampire Air Force” led by the Student Party flew into the sky with a brand new aerial bomb on their backs, and began to carry out a round of bombardment on the Jackal’s main formation, which was in the process of splitting up their troops.

The effect was outstanding!

The night battlefield, which was dead silent just a moment ago, immediately came alive.

Flames were rising, the earth was shaking, and the artillery positions on the ridge began to roar.

As Murphy watched, Maxim flew out of the valley with a thousand People’s Army vampire warriors carrying an equal number of players, swept down along the preset positions, and launched a ferocious attack on the jackal positions in front of them as they landed.

In just such a moment, Murphy felt the taste of the Black Flame Pass return.

He grinned, took his own heavy helmet from Villanther and put it on his head, pulling the covering off with a click, his huge blood wings unfolded, and carrying the Scarlet Witch Chain Saw Sword, he rushed towards the fiery battlefield.

Behind him, Veranthir stretched out, allowing Bonnie to reach through her arms and pick her up in the air, and the moment she took off, the Shadow Elf Life Weaver Maiden suddenly said:

“The usual place tonight?”

“After the battle.”

Bonnie replied in a jarred voice:

“I’m up here tonight.”

“Oh, do you think you have that in you? Little Bonnie~ You’re just a wildflower I received on the side of the road and yet you presume to walk into my heart, are all you blood vulture vampires so confident?”

This good girly friend who didn’t know when they got together just said blush-inducing love words and escorted Murphy to kill the jackals’ position.

It was only natural for the Exalted Gold One to have an opponent of the same level when she stepped out, and just as Villanther had set off a storm of slaughter with her six hands to cut down a circle of Jackals, a Bloodthirsty Spell was accurately enchanted on the four Hunting Chosen around her, putting Villanther in the awkward position of being surrounded all of a sudden.

She tilted her head back to change into a more hideous spider form, the compound eyes on her forehead scouting around quickly spotting Lord Manson hiding in the back of the chaotic battlefield, and most subtly, sensing the scent of the taken and fallen Shadow Elf holy relic.

This caused Velanther to instantly become enraged.

With a hint of hideous elegance, her spider form instantly burst forth, pouncing on a vicious Hunting Chosen head-on, her six spider legs rising like springs, sending her into the rear chasing Manson right into the depths of the position.

The moment Velancer disappeared, Murphy immediately sensed he was being watched.

His senses proved to be quite sharp, and he dodged in place with a transforming bat, dodging the blood-colored blades that came slashing at him in the middle of nowhere, and the flying small bats were cut down by a large group of bats, but the remaining ones were still enough for Murphy to shape up a dozen or so meters away, and the moment he reappeared he swung his chainsaw sword and cut down the jackals that were swooping in the surroundings.

The saw teeth were whirling, the blood and flesh were flying, and the wonderful breath made Murphy, who had opened his blood thirst, even shrug his throat.

Then standing in a field of broken corpses he tilted his head back and looked at the tall jackal-man who rode on the back of a blood-colored giant wolf and carried a wide tainted tooth as he walked slowly towards him in a chaotic position.

The haunting blood light on the latter’s body was like a glow enveloping a cloak in this dark night, making this guy feel like he was making an entrance to an invisible BGM.

Murphy looked at him, and when he leaned in close enough, he said:

“When Portana was killed by me, she prayed for me to spare her son . That would be you, right? Want to know what kind of tone your mother was wailing in when she died? I’m no good at it, but I can do a poor imitation of it for you”

In the face of this provocation, Huegson’s response was to lunge his wolf forward.

The Tainted Tooth in his hand easily sent Orchid and Bull, who were trying to stop him, flying away with their fists between their stored power, and then decapitated Sister Pomegranate, who had jumped out from behind and tried to sneak up on him, with a single sword blow in a stored heavy slash, and the always confident five-star assassin dropped off with a gauntlet.

This scene made Cat’s eyes red.

The player’s Sword Saint dragged the Sanghaian’s Great Sword of the Blazing Sun over to kill him and jumped up to deliver a heavy slash, but the result was that before the blade could even get close to Xu Gesen, the latter used his clawed blade to snap his neck, lifting him up in mid-air, and the Lord of the Hunt’s divine power was released between the force of his five fingers, causing Cat’s body to turn into streams of light and dissipate in that instant.

Fuck!
This destructive power, this fucking counts as a plot kill, right?

“Die!”

Deathclaw lunged carrying his enraged master, only to be met with a bite on the neck by George, who swooped out diagonally, and a combination of Reverno’s eye-gouging stunt that sent the giant seatwolf pouncing out of the way.

But Huegson was unaffected, and as soon as it hit the ground it chopped down its deadly blade towards the seemingly stunned Murphy.

This distance! This power gap! Breath has been locked! Divine power had been released!
He has nowhere to run!
Ha! Murphy died today!

“Clang!”

The crisp clash of weapons interrupted the roar in Xu Gerson’s heart, the sword that could crack mountains and rocks smashed against Murphy’s sharp blade as if its power had been removed by ninety-nine percent, and in Xu Gerson’s astonished gaze, the hunting divine power that had been shrouding him was dispersed without a sound.

Along with itself, it fell into an unspeakable weakness.

“He loved you so much and gave you so much power . He thought He was helping you, what a lovely God.”

Murphy maintained his blocking stance and pushed Huegson out just as the swing of the heavy chainsaw sword.

It was only then that the white circle of light that had been attracted but not emitted suddenly lit up, the strange light made the Hunting God Chosen feel doubly weakened, it didn’t know what was happening, it just took a step back still raising its arm to try and block the blinding circle of light.

In the next second, the burning pain came from the waist and abdomen of Xu Gesen’s robust body.

It lowered its head and watched as Murphy’s hand held an oddly shaped obsidian hunting blade that was easily piercing its torso, and the horrific flames of the sun were being ignited in the middle of the night by a vampire who feared the light. What the hell kind of Transylvanian vampire joke was this?
“Bang.”

Murphy’s foot kicked Hügensen in the chest, using the force to pull the blood-soaked obsidian hunting blade out and send the Grand Viceroy flying with a flip in place.

He landed with a flick of his hand, and the flying Necessary Evil fell into his other hand.

One long, one short, one cold, one hot, one black, one red.

With the two sharp blades in his hands, Murphy stared at Huegson, who was rising from the ground in front of him, as he raised the obsidian hunting blade and perversely enough, stuck his tongue out and licked at that blade.

“Frederick’s blood, so delicious.”

He walked towards the weakened Hüggesen and intimidated in that hazy voice of the vampires:
“Yes, that’s the look! The exact same horror on Potana’s face when she died as it is on yours now. Ah, it’s the wolves of the Blood Vulture, Hügensen, you’ve wandered into our forest by mistake.”

(End of chapter)