Chapter 785: When the ferocious fish opens its mouth, the arrogant earthworm realizes that

Chapter 783 782.When the Fierce Fish Opens Its Mouth, the Arrogant Earthworm Realizes It Has Become Bait- [1530].

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“The jackals retreated?”

On the third day of the Phantom Valley evacuation operation, while Murphy was happily handing out battlefield patrol daily tasks to his small players on the Baphomet Canyon position, the high altitude search from Reverno brought him an unexpected news.

Under the high altitude vision of the Blood Eating Spirit Vulture, which has been nourished by the power and has become more and more divine, Murphy clearly saw that the jackals on the outskirts of the Baffant Canyon position had carried out a large-scale orderly retreat, and their retreat was not chaotic, and they sped along the direction of the Ghost Shadow Valley from the way they came in a standard clan style.

Formation after formation of Jackals covered the retreat back and forth, and at the current rate, in at most half a day’s time, the number of Jackals remaining outside the position would be reduced to a point where it would not be enough to continue the attack.

For the Nord position, which was currently just hosting the retreating army from the Valley of the Shadow, this was a great thing, meaning that the soldiers in the position would win enough rest time, but for the commanders, this new movement was a bit bizarre.

Murphy did not publicize this matter, but sent a messenger from the Blood Vulture Clan to convey the news to the other commanders, while he himself quickly found the “Three Generals of Command” under his command to discuss the situation.

Unfortunately, the five pairs of wheels and the staff officers under his command conducted a “death charge” yesterday, which is very suitable for the player’s identity, causing them to be unable to go online during the three days of Internet abstinence, so the only people who came were Old Qin and the Qing Dynasty veterans.

“Perhaps it’s because Xu Gesen wants to conduct a strategic contraction?”

The Qing Dynasty veteran who was summoned here said speculatively:

“They just occupied the valley, but we destroyed most of the facilities and blew up the main entrance to the pit before we withdrew, the jackals need to familiarize themselves with the terrain if they want to reactivate the pit, their base camp was burned and the situation in the rear is chaotic due to the attacks on them in all directions, Xu Gesen wants to break through Baphomet Canyon and the Tainted Swamp in one go, so he needs to carry out a necessary reorganization of the current army. necessary reorganization of the current army.

Not to mention the problem of the food pipeline.

General Maxim retreated to Fort Courage with our elite and our warriors, where they still hold the initiative to attack the lines of communication in the Black Flame Pass.

I think perhaps that Jackal Grand Viceroy wants to take advantage of the opportunity to retake the food route, or it wants to take care of the trouble at Fort Courage in one fell swoop.

That’s what I would have done if it were me!
They’ve just scored a victory, and instead of venturing forward at this point, they should seize the time we have to push out of the Barren Hill region to stabilize their rear.

It’s like boxing, you always have to retract your fingers in order to make a fist.”

“Makes sense.”

Murphy nodded and looked again at Old Qin who was frowning beside him, the latter noticed Murphy’s gaze but he didn’t open his mouth right away, instead he pondered for a moment before saying:

“Xu Gerson dispatched this vanguard when he entered the Desolate Mountain region, and after that it didn’t call them back even in the worst case scenario, indicating that what that Big Dude had in mind from the start was a two-front war.

Now that it has obtained the key place of the Shadow Valley, the first line of the two-front war has already achieved victory, so how would it suddenly withdraw its fist at this time?
While you were fighting in the Valley of the Shadow, I was in this position to curate support for the Nords’ defense, and I must tell you, Lord Lord, that even though the commander of the Winterwolf Legion showed confidence, I actually know the bottom line of the army under his command very well.

They suffered more than half of their casualties against the Blood Scar Clan’s Hass Governor, which exceeded the casualty limit of most Cold War era armies, and while the Winter Wolves’ discipline ensured that the battle sequence would not collapse due to losses, it did not change the soldiers’ personal emotions.

I’ve witnessed broken down soldiers going crazy in their positions and rushing out of the trenches to be killed by jackals, and I’ve seen ill-willed junior officers sneaking away in the night.

The fact that Colonel Duke has even put out the gallows to punish deserters is actually proof that their situation is strained to the breaking point.”

Old Chin paused, glanced at Murphy, who was listening intently, and said:
“If I can see the problem, it’s impossible for Inspector Haas across the street not to see it.

I must remind you, Lord Lord, that this Haas Inspector is very difficult to deal with! It is a general who has fought many battles and is very capable of commanding, it is not obsessed with occupying positions but prefers to kill our living forces.

This makes every attack it personally commands extraordinarily bloody.

It was attacking the minds and morale of the Yankees in this way, and it proved to do so.

A commander like that was bound to know very well that right now the Yankees had only one breath left to hang on to, and that the best way to fight at this point was to continue pressure tactics rather than retreat leaving the enemy with precious breathing room.

And given what we knew about Hügson before, that God’s Chosen Grand Inspector was also gifted in the art of war, and I’m sure it didn’t issue this order to retreat.

Perhaps.
Is there a problem with the Jackals’ internal chain of command?”

“Do you think this is likely?”

Murphy pressed on, and Old Qin narrowed his eyes and nodded:

“I think the possibility is high!
According to the disclosures made in our tavern by those warriors among us who chose the Jackal civilization, there are also conflicts between the classes within the Jackal society.

For example, the Blood Scar Clan has always been honored by the priestly class, while the Bite Bone Clan has more respect for highly decorated warriors, and Hass is the Governor of the Blood Scar Clan, which is not at the top of the power structure, and thus is subject to interference in command by certain priests who like to point fingers.

But I have no proof of that.

And the big question is, if the Hass Dude was forced into a retreat tactic, what does that mean the Jackals are actually planning to do? Are they going to launch yet another Astral Tear to destroy our positions here as they attempted to destroy the Valley of the Shadow?”

“They shouldn’t be doing that.”

The Qing Dynasty veteran shook his head:
“The last Astral Realm Rift in the Phantom Shadow Valley attracted a wolf disaster, and it has been proven that not only do the Astral Realm wolves hate us, but they are also unforgiving towards the Jackals, so if another larger-scale wolf disaster is attracted, the Jackals will also suffer terrible losses.”

“But we have to make preparations!”

Old Qin said in a deep voice:
“Something similar can’t happen again! We were able to dodge a bullet in Spectral Shadow Valley because luck was on our side, and Brother Woo Meow’s patrol happened to discover the Jackals’ plot that day.

But we can’t rely on luck for everything, Lord Lord, I’ve heard that that goatman astrologer is very knowledgeable about astral ripping, perhaps it’s time for us to commission it to design a defense against astral ripping as well.

The Jackals are obviously learning our battle tactics, these barbarians are really knowledgeable about how to conduct war, this is the eternal game of spear and shield, we must stay one step ahead.”

“Makes sense, then let’s invite Master Borel to come to the position.”

Murphy adopted Old Qin’s suggestion as he said:

“Invite it to reinforce the dimensional borders around the position, and I’ll have Tris and Velanther join in to help.”

The two staff officers immediately nodded.

After they left, Murphy also contacted his old Tris baby, and before he could speak, he heard Tris’s side say:

“That Cement Sealed Heart isn’t online today, she wouldn’t have been late in the past.”

“So?”

Murphy’s eyes jumped and asked:

“What do you mean?”

“Her ‘time’ has come, probably in the next two or three days.”

Tris said:
“She’s in a unique situation, this time it’s a permanent transfer of consciousness to Transylvania, I think the process might be noticed by the Subspace Shadows, after all, this consciousness has the coordinates and scent of another world attached to it.

So if you can, you’ll need to make a trip back to the Scarlet Fortress and host the otherworldly summoning of her yourself while stuck in the Moon Chamber.” “Well, I’ll make it back, but right now there’s something over here I need your help with.”

Murphy told Tris about the situation on the position and the retreat of the Jackals, the Scarlet Witch immediately understood and promised that she would arrive on the position as soon as possible, this promise made Murphy extraordinarily relieved, if Tris came over then there would be two gold sitting here, together with the Goatman Poe’s understanding of the Astral Tear and the countermeasures, even if the Jackals were to take a risk they would still be able to fight for a chance to counterattack.

It didn’t look as if there would be any problems.

The lord hung up the quantum communication, and after going over it in his head and not finding any obvious problems, he planned to continue patrolling the position and side-stepping the new players’ attitudes as well as impressions of himself as a mainline NPC.

This was the most important core factor of the “NPC Playing Method” that he had summarized himself, and he had to make sure that he had a positive and perfect image in the minds of the players at all times, in order to create a “sense of belonging” among the players towards him as the mainline NPC.

Well, vulgar summary, probably similar to seize every opportunity to pretend to be hard to pretend to be a pussy.

Of course, if you can give players rewards while pretending to be a pussy, then the vast majority of small players will be willing to shout his name at some point for his loyalty.

Unfortunately, Murphy doesn’t have a lot of money to spend right now, or else he wouldn’t have to work so hard to “build a persona”.

While Murphy was mingling with his honest and trustworthy players, he was further down in one of the deep tunnels not too far away from his position.

A group of crazy dog-headed people who had been inflicted with bloodthirsty spells were digging a tunnel by burning their lives, they didn’t need to dig this tunnel perfectly, anyway, the jackal master’s requirement was only one, to get as close as possible to those damned Nords’ positions.

Behind this group of frantic digging dogheads, old Manson, who was being arched by three teams of Hunting Chosen and six Blood Scar Priests, was following along on a white bone cane with that Sublime Diamond.

He looked at the dog-headed people who were working hard in front of him with a very critical and dissatisfied gaze. In the past, the old Manson thought that the dog-headed people were perfect to be used as servants and cannon fodder, but after he saw the new life ratmen molded by the “Scholar” in the dusk, he suddenly became full of dissatisfaction in various senses towards the loyal dog-headed people. But after witnessing the new life ratlings molded by His Excellency the Scholar in the Dusk, he was suddenly filled with resentment towards the loyal dog-heads in every sense.

These guys are terrible at digging compared to ratmen.

Moreover, their fertility was far inferior to that of the ratmen, and they still had extra feelings, although they were ignorant, they also knew fear, which was also a big minus compared to the completely emotionless ratmen.

On top of that, dog-headed people have probably the worst learning ability in the world, but rat people are just great at learning and imitating.

“Perhaps it’s time to completely abandon the dog-headed people after the conquest of Transylvania.”

Old Manson thought so:
“The fact that Dusk has displayed the ratmen in front of us means that they’re happy to grant us control of the ratmen, but those guys are pursuing a rather dangerous future, so perhaps the Jackals shouldn’t accept their ‘goodwill’ that harbors evil so easily.

Hmm.
When you think about it like that, maybe the bumbling dog-heads aren’t useless.

At least these guys were loyal to the Jackals.

Thinking about it another way, if Dusk can mold new beings like ratmen, then surely they have the ability to strengthen the intelligence of the dog-headed men as well, so maybe that could be a requirement? There was something in the Filthy Swamp that the Scholar wanted to get his hands on, wouldn’t that be a perfect bargaining chip?
Hmm!
It’s decided.”

“High Priest, the dog heads have stopped, I think they have dug to the place, or they are too close to the position to dare to continue digging, after all, there are Silver Dwarf Priests in that position. These dog-heads are scared to death of those dwarves.”

A Blood Scar Priest whispered a reminder to the somewhat distracted Manson, who raised his head to see that those dog-heads were already paralyzed with exhaustion, and they had finished their work.

Widening this end of the tunnel into a not-so-small circular space.

“That’ll do.”

Manson nodded and gestured to the Hunting Chosen beside him.

Those guys immediately stepped forward and grabbed those tired dog-heads and quickly killed them, letting the blood flow to fill the area, and also making the scene immediately turn evil.

These hand-picked dog-heads were not just laborers, they themselves also belonged to the “spell-casting material”.

Of course, this blood is not used to summon subspace power, that chaos thing is not so cheap, it is impossible to attract subspace chaos through the blood of some inferior beings, this blood is only used to activate Manson’s hands of the subdimensional treasure diamond.

That’s what the “scholar servant” specifically told him.

This new device is sensitive to the stimulation of blood, and through a not-so-simple “unsealing” method, it is possible to release the power of the subdimensional diamond from its material carrier.

“Let the ceremony begin now.”

Manson loosened the treasure diamond.

Irregular gray-black crystals flew into suspension above its claws, and again, through the incantations of the Blood Scar priests, the breath of the surrounding blood was drawn to infuse it into the seemingly stable crystals.

The ritual had barely begun for a few minutes when the Sublime Diamond responded.

A faint fluctuation emanated from the object, as if the original stability of some invisible things were stirred up, so that all the jackals, including Manson, felt the surrounding “spatial concept” quickly weakened and cracked.

The weakening of the world’s boundaries allowed the aura of subspace to waft through, and since the Lord of the Hunt was sleeping in subspace, Manson immediately felt the true presence of his deity in his consciousness the moment the passage was opened.

For a sincere believer, there is no greater joy than to be “bathed in divine light”.

Old Manson almost cried out in happiness.

But in the next instant, it heard the vague voice of the Lord of the Hunt, as if he were talking in his sleep:

“It’s a trap run!”

“???”

Manson didn’t react for a moment, but the speed of that crystal’s disintegration advanced at a rapid pace at that moment.

It was like an invisible chain that “locked” Manson and the surrounding Jackals in place, and amidst the screams of those Jackals and Hunting Chosen, the power of the Transcendent Golden Rule belonging to Manson began to be disintegrated and infused.

It was only at this instant that old Manson reacted.

Well, it turns out that today’s “spell casting material” is not just those poor dog-heads.

It was also one of the “materials”.

That’s right.

Whenever a subspace rift is opened, it’s at great cost. Why could Dusk just casually produce a strange crystal that could summon subspace power without any cost?
Ah, I was so eager to win that I got screwed over.
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“Uh! Wait!”

The eyelids of Handsome Murphy, who was tugging at the small players to set up his persona, jumped, and before he could react, a sharp headache suddenly surged to the corner of his forehead, even causing the handsome mainline NPC to let out a cry of pain.

This can be the surrounding is frantically licking NPC small players startled, they thought that they licked too hard to cause the NPC lack of oxygen, they immediately went forward to assist their lord.

But then, they heard Murphy say in a mute voice:

“My perception of subspace forces has been triggered . We are being counted in this dark hour! Someone in this neighborhood is calling on the power of subspace! Look for! It’s somewhere underground, find it!”

(End of chapter)