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Chapter 833 832. The unruly thing, this place has an owner! Didn't you know you had to knock on the door when you came in?
The birth of the Skaven did not take long.

According to Murphy and the players' tracing of the clues exposed by the Scholar Faction, the real breakthrough in the biological experiments on the Skaven was basically around the time that Explorer Canter joined the Scholar Faction, which was less than ten years ago.

Excluding the preparation time used to perfect the genetic blueprint, the rat-men as a whole may not have actually appeared for more than three years, but this creature that cannot even be called "civilized" has already done many "big things." .

The destruction of the Shadow Elf City of Medjeva was their work, and the fall of the Black Flame Pass was also inextricably linked to the Skaven. Now, they are completing their third goal as biological weapons, rushing into the brass The ruins of the fortress slaughtered all the brass dwarves who resisted, opening the way to the Genoa Peninsula for the Black Scourge army.

This job is not easy.

Although the Brass Dwarves first lost their god, and now their city and lord, and also lost a considerable number of their people in the fall of the fortress, their population base is there, even in this desolate place. In the ruins, the number of surviving dwarves will never be less than 1.5 million.

The God of Wealth kept his promise.

When the Brass Fortress collapsed in the vicissitudes of geological transformation, the dwarves who held the wealth in their hands barely survived. Except for the unlucky ones who were actually crushed to death and fell to death, the Brass Dwarves as a group had no Because if a mountain collapses, everyone will die.

The number of ratmen currently attacking the ruins of the fortress is less than 150,000. Even if they are all killed one by one, there is no way to destroy the dwarves here. What's more, with the pitiful quality of the ratmen's individual soldiers, if they want to They would have to pay more to replace a dwarf.

However, the war is not just a comparison of paper data. The morale and organization of the brass dwarves have disappeared.

Facing the violent rat people who kept rushing out from all over the ruins, there was too little they could do. Except for the iron-hearted warriors who continued to fight, the other dwarves were in such a state of desperation that they could be killed with just one sentence. No exaggeration.

However, the situation on the front side of the ruins is slightly better.

Lord Paying and Old Edward stayed here and organized a group of dwarves to resist here, preventing the rat men's attack from breaking through the front entrance.

The battle here also attracted many surviving dwarves to join. In this life-and-death situation, no matter how destitute a person is, as long as they are led by a good enough commander, they can burst out with amazing power of survival.

The best thing is that the person leading this group of souls at this time is the Millennium Lord of Vampires, the best commander, commander and top powerhouse on the continent.

As for old Edward, this guy who lets go and does everything is going crazy.

Lord Wolfsbane fought to his heart's content on the unfamiliar land covered with smoke and dust, killing every ratman who came close to him without the dignity of a strong man. He fought extremely efficiently, and every move could bring horrific damage. He could do it all by himself. Like a wall that never falls.

Facing the power of the Golden One, the rat people were basically shattered at a touch.

As the Lord said before, if you give old Edward enough time, he can kill from one end of the Dark Mountain to the other by himself, crushing every life he encounters without feeling any fatigue.

This is because Old Edward has a rather unique golden supernatural law: Blood Hunt.

As long as the opponent's blood is flowing, Lord Wolfsbane can continuously recover energy during the battle. This recovery is all-round. It not only allows the body and muscles to maintain quite intense exercise without causing fatigue, but can even relieve mental fatigue. exhausted.

Through the constant stimulation of blood, old Edward has been able to maintain a considerable degree of "combat excitement".

When Murphy learned Wolf's Kiss swordsmanship before, he knew that this swordsmanship was used for group attacks, and combined with the unique power of Lord Wolfsbane, it was nonsense to try to overwhelm him with numbers. The only way to defeat old Edward was a head-on duel. The impact of blood hunting can be minimized only in one-on-one situations.

However, Old Edward's accomplishments in close combat were even more exaggerated than Lord Paying's. Without using the Holy Spear of Eternal Silence, the only person who could defeat him in the past thousand years was Constance, the Mystic Blood Archduke who was good at psychic powers.

But what is quite darkly humorous is that old Edward's real lifelong enemy is the Grand Duke Sarokdar of the Blood Vulture clan.

It's not because Murphy's old patriarch is more powerful than him, it's simply because Salokdar's flying ability is too buggy, and old Edward's short wings are obviously not good at fighting in the air. In short, the vicious Archduke Wolfsbane is here. , the brass dwarves can at worst leave some blood descendants behind.

But as he kept killing, old Edward was the first to notice something was wrong.

In front of him, the endless number of ratmen who seemed to be killing them were rapidly retreating. Edward was certain that it was definitely not because he was too brave that caused the morale of these ratmen to collapse. He saw with his own eyes that a ratman killed him with a simple bone weapon. In front of him, but at a certain moment he was frozen in place as if struck by lightning.

He saw the emotions flashing in the guy's small eyes, which were not too deep, and the confusion occupied most of his mind.

It seemed that it suddenly didn't know what to do, even if the enemy was right ahead.

When he saw old Edward pointing his pale bone whip at it, the latter screamed, dropped the weapon and ran away like a mouse that encountered a cat.

Old Edward was dumbfounded by this reaction.

Not
Is it really okay for you to show your back when you run away?

This is the retreat tactic that a genius instructor taught you!
As Lord Wolfsbane with the blood of fear, he could accurately determine that the Rat Man was indeed afraid of something, but the source of that fear was not himself.

"They're retreating! Paing."

Edward did not take away the life of the fearful one. He looked around and saw that the charging ratmen around him all showed the same situation. They were screaming and retreating. This scene made Lord Wolfsbane retract the fear thorn.

There is no need to fight anymore, the rat people are going to run away now that they have the advantage of surprise.

He ducked across the battlefield that had become a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, and landed next to Lord Paying. He said to the Millennium Lord who was charging repeatedly on Aurora:

"Some things happened that I can't understand, but these guys seemed to get into chaos in an instant, and their fearlessness of death was disappearing."

"Hold on!"

Lord Paying also noticed the problem.

He shook off the blood stained by the holy spear, rode the aurora into the sky, and looked down at the battlefield situation from the air.

Not only the rat people in the front were retreating, but the rat people in other directions were also in varying degrees of confusion.

This is definitely not some kind of tactic!
Because the rat people retreated in different directions, there was no order or structure at all, and they were broken into eight pieces on the spot like a smashed box. They were scurrying around like a swarm of bees, seemingly degenerating from a legion with a clear goal into a beast that only relied on instinct.

It's just like.
It was like a hound having its collar taken off, turning it into a wild dog running around.

"Hello? Hello! Lord, can you hear me?"

Just when Pa Ying was confused, the blood spar in his arms vibrated, and Murphy's slightly weak voice sounded. The Lord took out the blood spar with a sudden move in his heart, and the blood-colored light spots shaped Murphy's image in front of his eyes. Case.

He is putting on the armor with the help of the Earl of White Mountain and the Blooddread Archduke.

Beside him were a group of strange, giant gnolls wearing Eden District security uniforms, surrounded by Transian warriors.

The Lord recognized several of the vampires with unique shapes at a glance, such as a bald vampire with his arms folded. The sharp-looking shape of the giant shark was simply a face-riding output of the elegant tradition inherited by vampires, which made people look at it. The kind you can't forget at a glance.

"I broke the Skaven's mind crystal. Unless the Twilight Cultists make new crystals, they won't be able to control the Skaven.

According to my understanding of these guys, their first reaction after losing their common mental restraint is definitely to flee. The poor guys have never tasted the feeling of freedom since they were born, and the feeling of emptiness in their hearts must have frightened them.
In short, the Ratmen are no longer a problem!

Please drive away as many dwarves as possible before the gnoll army rushes into the ruins. No matter where they go, the place can no longer be defended.

The Genoa Peninsula is destined to be the next battlefield, and that side is left to you. "

"Well, I understand. Thank you for everything you have done for the Brass Dwarves, Murphy. I will tell them about your heroic deeds."

The Lord nodded and took a deep breath in his heart and asked again:
"What about you? Where are you going now?"

"I have accepted the gift from the Elf Ranger General, and now I have to go support Prince Felosil, but this has nothing to do with your actions, so don't worry."

Murphy replied:
"I am contacting you not only to show my merit to you, but also to do something else. Your plan to kill the gods must be advanced immediately. Once the gnolls enter the Genoa Peninsula, the awakening of the Lord of the Hunt will be around the corner."

"I have contacted a group of strong people who are willing to contribute to the cause of peace."

The Lord said in a deep voice:
"We can set off immediately after I confirm the defense situation of Port Shardeau. Are the Wise Wolfs ready?" "The vanguard of the Creator is being armed!"

The voice of the wise wolf came from the huge black power armor next to Murphy, and Hogg replied in a sonorous tone:

"We're ready to go at any time."

"Very good, then wait for my news and rescue the elves' ranger army as soon as possible. Ms. Philosil is also a member of the Godslayer. Please ensure her safety."

The Lord warned, then cut off the communication and returned to the ground.

Old Edward looked at him with a curious look, and Panyang briefly told the truth. After hearing that Murphy had taken care of the Ratman, Lord Wolfsbane's eyes immediately narrowed.

He realized that he seemed to have underestimated the scarlet witch's pretty face, and thought about how to improve the relationship between the two parties as soon as possible.

"After things here are over, you have to go to Murphy's place."

Lord Paying took off his helmet, shook his long black hair, and said to old Edward:
"He will help you recover those ancient forgotten memories."

"Ok?"

Old Edward was shocked, but he nodded calmly and said:
"Well, let me ask you why you have changed so much all of a sudden. Is it because your memory has been recovered? It seems that our little Murphy is very special.

So, who will represent the Blood Eagle Clan in this Holy Blood Seal? "

"You're thinking too far ahead, Edward."

Paying waved his hand and said:
"Let's deal with this black disaster first."
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"Avalon is on top! Forest Mother is on top!"

Somewhere in the Gorgon Pass, which had been completely reshaped by the explosion of subspace energy, the Elf Ranger General half-kneeling on the rock was constantly exclamating.

Just now, with the vision given by the Mother of the Forest, she witnessed the collapse of the Brass Fortress and the reshaping of the entire mountain pass. Even for the elves, this scene was amazing enough, and it could even be written into myths and legends. Not against peace.

It is no exaggeration to say that at the moment when the entire Gorgon Pass was flattened and reshaped by the explosion of subspace power, the general even began to recall his life like a marquee before his eyes.

She knew that there was no way she could survive such a reshaping of power.

But the worst thing did not happen in the end. The mysterious creation ruins that the Ranger General found under the guidance of the Governor of Transia obviously had some special power, which protected the mountain from being destroyed in the reshaping of the earth. It's affected, but it also makes this place very conspicuous.

After all, the land after the reshaping was completely black, and it was strange that only this mountain peak still maintained its original snow-capped appearance.

Anyone with any brains should know that there is a problem here. For example, right now, in Ms. Firosil’s hunting field of view, the gnoll army on the outskirts of the Gorgon Pass is heading towards the ruins of the Brass Fortress. Come suddenly here.

Although the mountain road is difficult to travel and the reshaping of the earth makes it more difficult to climb, with the efficiency of the Jackals' activities in the mountains, their hiding place will be exposed to the Jackals in at most half a day.

"We can't drag it out any longer!"

Ms. Philosil made up her mind and stood up, then carried her iconic silver bow on her back and limped towards the crack under the mountain rock.

Judging from her embarrassed posture, it was clear that this lady had been injured during the safari in the past period and had not yet healed.

It is not easy to fight guerrillas in a mountainous area dominated by jackals. They are not Transians who have enough energy and knowledge to dig tunnels.

Fortunately, the elves are not alone.

Hiding here with them are the remnants of the two human expeditionary forces and the Lieyang Priest of the Songhai people. Look at this hellish situation, and even forced the enemies of the elves and Songhai people to join forces.

Returning to the temporarily rested mountain chasm, Ms. Feilosil immediately contacted Major General Misoyan from the human side and Priest Wumeng from the Songhai people. The three embarrassed and desolate commanders gathered together, and then It is sad to find that under the current situation, they basically have no way out.

Although the subspace fog covering the Gorgon Pass has been completely destroyed in the previous burst of power, and nothing can stop this remnant army from breaking out, the Brass Fortress has collapsed, and the road to the Genoa Peninsula cannot be taken. Once The jackals launched an all-out attack, and the only outcome for these people in this hellish place would be to be eaten in one bite.

The only way now is.
"We must enter the ruins immediately!"

Priest Wumeng, wearing a huge sun crown, pointed to the black stone steps spiraling downward behind everyone. This tall Songhai man had his lung stabbed in the previous battle. He will be seriously injured now. It was all thanks to the blessing of the blazing sun. He coughed and said weakly:
"The three priests under my command have inspected it in the past few days. I can tell you that this is a place of creation that has not yet been discovered, and the great legacy of the Creator must be stored in it.

These things are sacred objects that the Songhai people must protect, but what is more important right now is to preserve the vitality of us resisters.

We hid in it to rest for a while, and then waited for an opportunity to break out. "

"But the Transnian governor warned us that this place belongs to them and that it's dangerous inside."

Major General Misoyan sighed with an unshaven beard and said:
"We sent scouts in, but no one could come out. It's really dangerous inside. Those walking killing machines. They are much more difficult to deal with than jackals."

"Those are the Creator's guards! Not killing machines. Watch your words, Yankee."

Priest Wumeng was very weak, but he still wanted to refute it regarding the greatness of the Creator. Then he coughed again and said:
"There is something on me that can prevent us from being attacked by those guards, but you must listen to me. You must not touch things that should not be touched after entering!"

"Why didn't you take it out earlier if you had this?"

Major General Misoyan was delighted for a moment. The emotions of the Yankees were so direct. He immediately escorted Priest Wumeng into the mysterious ruins with Ms. Feilosier. Then he saw the priest taking out a very delicate The device was placed on the "flash light" at the entrance to the ruins and took a photo.

The next moment, a majestic electronic sound sounded in the tunnel:
"An application for lower-level permissions has been detected! Identified as a third-level permission under the World Engine Protector System, and is applying for certification."

"Wait, then."

Priest Wumeng sighed and said:
"The certification of the Land of Creation always takes a while, but we Songhai people are the sons of the Creator, and we always get some preferential treatment in these matters. You humans must be more humble for a while. This is the golden age."

"Beep! Authentication failed! The defense system of the Far Traveler headquarters has been taken over by higher-level authorities! No one else is allowed to enter this place! The defense system detects the approach of unauthorized life, and the third-level defense is activated!"

In the stunned gaze of Priest Wumeng, the module of the ordinary metal gate in front of him rotated, flipping out more than thirty rapid-fire guns and aiming them at their group. There was the sound of turbine rotation in the black muzzle. Maybe next time Within seconds, a terrifying attack would vaporize these guys.

"Wait! That's not the case!"

Major General Misoyan was inspired and raised his hands in a military salute without any instruction. He shouted:

"Hey, Songhai people, what's going on? Aren't you the Creator's favorite children? Is this how the Creator loves you? Your 'father' is really strict."

"I don't know what this is. Oh my gosh, there's probably something in there."

"Hey, the Creator's favorite child? You really want to put money on your face and just deceive others. Songhai people, don't deceive yourself too."

A cold voice interrupted Priest Wumeng's excuse, and then under the gaze of everyone, the closed mechanical door quietly opened, and a tall figure wearing the psychic robe of the Blood Vulture Clan walked while leaning on the snake-shaped sword at his waist. Get out.

Ms. Lina flapped the blood wings on her back and looked condescendingly at the group of intimidated remnants in front of her. She snorted and said:
"You three commanders, follow me in! The master has just arrived here and he is waiting for you."

"Owner?"

The Ranger General asked vigilantly:
"Who is your master?"

"You are the last person who should ask this question, elf. Didn't you send a gift to ask my master to save you? What? You yourself also know that the gift was too light? Hehe, think of how to make up for it on the way. Well, or to put it another way, how much do you think your life is worth?"

Ps:

Thanks to the leaders of the "Whale and Blue Sky" brothers, I will update it next month~ The Spring Festival is over, brothers are packing up and getting ready to go to work~
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