Chapter 427 426. Holy light! These undead are worth fighting!

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuu"

A sharp sound like a ghost howling in the dark night sounded from the black sky, and then a meteorite wrapped in psychic flames fell from the sky with a long tail.

Like a torch streaking across the sky, it finally hit the ground with destruction and impact. The violent vibrations represented the end of the outpost that was organizing a counterattack and the soldiers in it.

This meteorite throw was very ruthless and precise. Except for a group of pioneering legion hunters who had already rushed into the position and started fighting with the skeleton army, the sentries stationed here were almost wiped out by the impact of boulders and flames.

This does not blame them for underestimating the enemy.

After all, no one could have imagined that a group of gnolls could actually use such complex psychic spells.

Although East Prussia is close to Transia, there is also the scourge of gnolls in the local area, but before seeing the difference between the gnolls in the Dark Mountains and the local gnolls, even the elites trained by Marshal Loren were unable to deal with these foreign ferocious beasts.

experience of others.

Not to mention these young soldiers, even Marshal Loren, a semi-dwarf who is almost seventy years old, has never experienced the Black Disaster. Therefore, theoretically speaking, their experience in dealing with the Black Disaster is not even as good as that of the half-disabled Blood Eagle Clan.

Plaguefang, the leader of the gnoll warlocks, was riding on his warg, looking indifferently at the defeated and ignited outpost in the distance.

The warg under its crotch was already agitated by the smell of blood, but Plaguefang himself did not think much about the small-scale encounter in front of him.

If anything, this silent jackal would probably think that the humans in these plains areas are really fragile, and they can be defeated by a mere low-level meteorite technique without any astral spiritual energy enhancement.

Maybe humans have the same "breed differences" as their gnolls?

After all, it had fought against the human servants under the Blood Alliance Knights in the Dark Mountains. Those flexible, silent and cunning and vicious people made them suffer in every action and confrontation.

"No wonder idiots like Ken Porter can gather an army in Transia and march across it. The human power outside the Dark Mountains is as weak as the legend says, just like the delicious flesh after cracking the peel."

The "mouth substitute" beside Plague Fang, that is, the jackal warlock who was blind in one eye, poured some kind of strange-tasting alchemical liquid into his mouth to restore his spiritual energy.

It presided over the release of the meteorite that sealed the victory of the encounter just now.

It stared at the last lone army in front of them who were surrounded by the skeleton army, consumed and annihilated, and said in a cruel tone:

"These guys will become good materials, Plague Fang, we can create a real sea of ​​undead here! We don't even need support from Plague Town, maybe we can conquer the entire East for Chief Flesh Tearer alone.

Prussia!”

"snort!"

Plaguefang made a sound from its nostrils, which represented its disgust and opposition to this bad idea. Its thoughts were transmitted to the hearts of the warlocks around it in the psychic vibration.

Chief Flesh-Tearer’s order was not to capture East Prussia!

The chief's request to them was to destroy the arsenal and military camps in Transia, but they just took the route to East Prussia and unexpectedly encountered this outpost blocking the road.

Plaguefang has lost interest in the inevitable development of the battlefield in front of him.

With a wave of its hand, the entire skeleton army's queue immediately turned past the destroyed outpost and continued to move forward along the map Hogg provided them.

Well, there is a border village ahead, where you can rest for a few hours to create more fresh corpse servants, and then break through this section of the road in one go.

All this was seen by Chief Hogg who was hiding next to him. The cunning Chief Bloodclaw's eyes turned quickly. After the warlocks swaggered away from the battlefield with the elite skeleton army, he casually grabbed a guard beside him.

The hunter, whispers to it:

"You! Go pick out a few wounded soldiers who are still alive, give them some potion to keep them alive, scare them, and let them ask for help! Do it smartly, and go back to the forest after you're done."

"Okay, Chief, leave it to me."

The gnoll hunter nodded wildly.

Thanks to Hogg's "high requirements" for the intelligence of the members of his clan, his clan is full of "smart ghosts". Hogg hardly needs any explanation. The hunter knows his mission and rides on it.

The wolf stooped and rushed out with a sinister look on its face.

The hunter barbarians that Hogg can take with him are his "confidences".

Although these guys may not be as close to humans as Hogg, they are all very dissatisfied with the arrogant attitude of the gnolls in the Dark Mountains.

This determines that these guys will never put their hot face on someone else's cold butt when choosing sides.

Hogg, who was riding a warg, hung far behind the large army, as if he was ready to run away if something went wrong. He knew that all this was part of Lord Murphy's plan.

In this operation, its part has come to an end, and it can be finished at any time and returned to the Smuggler's Wood to eat a box lunch with chicken legs.

But Hogg obviously didn't intend to leave just like that.

It touched the whip marks on its face, and its canine teeth bared at the corners of its mouth with a fierce expression. Hey, did you feel good about the whip just now?

Just feel free to do it.

Now it's time for this chief to feel happy.

——

"What did you say?"

In the Plantagenet temporary military camp in Transia, Colonel Fraser, who had just returned from Scarlet Castle, was shaken from his sleep. When he was still a little confused, he heard the anxious-looking communications soldier tell him a bad news.

of bad news.

This directly drove away all sleepiness from Fraser and made him jump out of the cot.

"A group of gnolls entered East Prussia and destroyed three of our outposts and two villages? Where did the news come from? Is it accurate?"

The colonel's stern questioning made the signal soldier subconsciously straighten his back, and he reported loudly:

"It was the news sent back by the witch hunters patrolling the Transian border. They saw with their own eyes the burning battlefield on the other side of the border and the skeleton army walking in the fog of war.

The witch hunters did not rush across the border but sent the news back to the Adventurer's Guild. Their president, Ms. Natalie, under the order of Governor Murphy, transferred the information to the Pioneer Fortress and us.

Your Excellency, Colonel, Marshal Loren may have already taken action."

"The town of Malo that was attacked is twice as far away from the pioneer fortress as it is from us! The marshal couldn't immediately organize support once he knew about it."

Fraser had the layout of the entire East Prussian front in his mind. He glanced at the map and yelled while putting on his coat:

"The area where the jackals broke into was previously guarded by the border guards. After the soldiers there were recruited, they were supplemented by new recruits from the pioneering corps, but they were still short of manpower. The military fortress built by the marshal nearby has not yet been completed, and they lacked the firepower to suppress more

I have no experience fighting the undead!

The worst thing is the terminal station of the steam railway under construction in Banks City over there. There are many unarmed workers and civilians there. Once they are surrounded by the skeleton army, they will be quickly defeated.

These damn bitches really picked a good place.

Summon the officers immediately!

We must return for reinforcements immediately. From here to the battlefield, it’s almost a flat road through the Under Armor hills. We can get there before the situation worsens to the worst.”

"Colonel! Military order to open up the fortress!"

Just as Colonel Fraser was constructing a plan of action in his mind, a second signalman rushed into the tent and shouted:

"Marshal Loren ordered us to rush to the conflict battlefield immediately to maintain the front line. The cavalry of the Pioneer Legion has set off, but it will take at least six hours for them to arrive on the battlefield. According to the real-time information provided by the marshal, the brothers of the Seventh Regiment have already joined hands with the Jackal Warlock and the Jackal Warlock.

The skeleton armies under their command exchanged fire.

But there were too many new recruits in that regiment.

They may not be able to withstand the attack of the Jackals, nor may they be able to fight for six hours, but once they are defeated, the road to the front line of Banks City will no longer be obstructed.

There are two hundred thousand people in that city!"

"No need to say more, blow the trumpet immediately and gather the soldiers to prepare for departure."

Fraser's face was as dark as water and he gave the order decisively.

After the signal trooper went to deliver the order, he showed a hint of worry in the tent.

Judging from the current information, the number of Jackals, even including the Skeleton Army, is not too large. However, the breakthrough route they chose is really tricky, hitting the most vulnerable area of ​​the Pioneer Legion's defense.

This directly caused Marshal Loren, who had recently been focusing on building the East Prussian fortress group, to be somewhat caught off guard.

Can this situation really be explained entirely by the cunning and luck of the gnoll warlocks?

Fraser narrowed his eyes.

He felt that something was wrong inside and outside this matter. The intelligence organization capabilities required for such a precise raid did not seem to be possessed by jackals.

"Ding"

At this moment, the calculation orb in Colonel Fraser's hand vibrated lightly. He looked down and found that the communication request came from a woman he labeled "Miss Beverly", which he was somewhat resistant to.

After taking a deep breath for a second, the colonel activated the communication, and Archon Miriam sounded from it with a tired, business-like voice:

"I have just received the battle report from the front line. Considering that the Pioneer Legion and Transia have reached a nominal alliance, if you need it, we can provide a fast mobile force to rush to the battlefield on the East Prussian border.

Nearly three hundred people from the Cadman People's Army's supernumerary unit, code-named 'Riptide Knights', are ready to go, and the Witch Hunter Rangers on the border have also been mobilized.

Their station is closer to where the battle is taking place than yours, and if allowed, they can reach the battlefield within three hours."

"This is an internal matter for the Plantagenet Kingdom, Madam Consul."

Colonel Fraser responded in the same businesslike tone:

"We can handle these little troubles, so I won't bother you to help."

"Did you make this irrational decision out of personal dignity or the dignity of the pioneering army?"

Miriam sighed and said:
To be continued...