Chapter 605 604. Popok’s second escape from death

With red eyes and a broken mentality, Chief Dirty Claw is riding on his all-white majestic warg, and is rushing to the battlefield with the elites of his clan and Splitclaw's reinforcements.

The chief's condition at this time was very abnormal.

It stared fixedly at the handful of Transians who were still resisting on the fragmented land in front of them, and muttered words that gave the impression that they were going crazy under too much pressure.

It is commonly known as the feeling of embarrassment and anger after breaking the defense, the anger attacks the heart, and the mentality explodes.

This is actually understandable.

Ever since Warlord Hurley "righteously" asked the Filthy Claw clan to take charge of the attack on the Blood Flag Highlands, Chief Filthy Claw, who always prides himself on being cunning, has lost nearly 2,000 elites in this ghost place, even though his clan is attached to Splitclaw.

The clan has grown, but 2000 elites are still a troublesome sacrifice.

What's more, the elite members of the Dirty Claw clan must use the secret method of the gnolls to temper their bodies. The cost of training is more exaggerated than that of ordinary elite barbarians and hunters. Chief Dirty Claw is an ambitious person, and he knows the inside of the clan well.

Every elite member must be put to good use in order for it to gain more benefits and move up the ladder better in this black disaster.

But the warriors they had worked so hard to cultivate were defeated by Tris's ungrateful lightning storm in the trap of the cunning Transians. This kind of thing is unacceptable to any enterprising leader.

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Compared with the loss of her own manpower, the death order issued by the Mother Splitclaw, who had always been dissatisfied with her, was more frightening. She demanded that Chief Filthy Claw must eliminate the Blood Banner Highlands, which had shamed the gnolls, before the Splitclaw army arrived.

And advance to the vicinity of Black Flame Pass, otherwise they will be transformed into voodoo puppets.

With Chief Dirty Claw's knowledge of the Mistress' ruthless tactics, that guy would definitely be able to do such a thing.

It knew that the Splitclaw clan treated it as an eyesore and cannon fodder, just like it had previously treated Popok and the deserters as cannon fodder, both of which were cruel means necessary to achieve a necessary goal.

This is a matter of seeking survival from death and must be taken seriously!

After the meteorite spell fell from the sky and completely flattened the Transansian position, it seemed that all threats had disappeared, but the damn Transians obviously did not intend to give up just like that. They were like invincible weaklings.

After washing the floor, he was still able to fight back.

It was obvious that there were only less than twenty people left, and it was obvious that the elite jackals under his command could annihilate them all in one encirclement and destroy the provocative battle flag forever, but they just couldn't do it!

Any jackal with some brains should have known something was wrong when he saw the flaming blade in Natalie's hand across the battlefield. When a god rarely sent a favor on the battlefield and sent the chosen god to join the battle, he still tried to use the numerical advantage to pile up the enemy.

The idea of ​​being a servant of the god of death is nonsense.

Such a big god is here, and he can still watch you kill the person he chose? Then where should the god's face be put?

It's time to retreat!

But the problem is that Chief Dirty Claw doesn't want to die, and he thinks he can still kill him.

"Rush! Charge with me!"

The chieftain riding on the warg shouted in a shrill voice.

It waved the chief's scepter and continuously sprinkled its superb voodoo enhancement on its own people, making them stronger and more violent, suppressing their reason so that they dared to follow it and kill the white knight who was using Wushuang.

That guy is just a Silver-level guy, he can control her!

As long as his soldiers can kill all the remaining Transians, as long as his soldiers can destroy the blood flag that is still flying, he will be able to survive in this wave!

When the Chieftain's War Flag surrounded by voodoo aura finally appeared on the battlefield, the slain Filthy Claw Gnolls whose morale had collapsed quickly regrouped, and the battlefield aura effect from the Chieftain's War Flag once again applied bloodlust to them.

, squeeze out the fear in your heart and let your blood surge up again.

Occupying an absolute numerical advantage, they roared and pressed forward arbitrarily like a mountain. The voodoo hunters behind the formation kept firing their bows and arrows, shooting poisonous bone arrows at the vampires in the air.

Within ten seconds, several vampire players were hit and fell, and the first battle group, which had only so many people left, was hit hard again.

Yan Sang, who was holding a battle flag in the rear, was already calling Master Qin's second regiment to quickly enter the battlefield and change defenses.

He could see clearly that although there was the unparalleled President Natalie holding the battle, there was only one white knight after all, and she was still a little far away from the legendary old Finock's super lethality. No matter how much she could kill,

Unable to withstand the full force of the Filthy Claw clan.

The black formation of the elite jackals in front of him rushed towards them like a tide that swept away everything. Even the giant sharks that were getting crazier under Wamu's gaze were suppressed and retreated steadily.

"Score! Yan Sang, we have 1,200 points now, summon two waves of winged cavalry quickly!"

Xiao Ashina's scream echoed in the team frame, which brought the anxious Yansang back to his senses, and immediately invested the last support points to summon the Winged Cavalry to attack X2.

This is not to kill or defeat, but to buy time for Master Qin's second battle group to enter the position and defend.

In the battle zone in front of her, Natalie was still slashing left and right.

But she has been surrounded by elite gnolls. Contained by various spells released by Chief Dirty Claw himself, the president of the Adventurer Guild has fallen into a quagmire and has become unable to move. She can still protect herself, but only the remaining

Players with less than ten people can't do it.

They are retreating.

Fortunately, the survivors are all vampires with wings, and they can maintain good mobility despite being weakened by the day.

When these guys retreated to the safe area, 100 wing cavalry who reacted quickly began to appear in the scarlet portal that opened on the flank of the battlefield. Although the wing cavalry was fearless, 100 people had to fight against the elites who numbered at least 2,000 in front of them.

The Jackals are still a bit uncertain, and maximizing the impact power of the Hussars obviously requires a chance.

"Their chief! That damn battle flag has a halo effect. I just saw it. The gnolls who were close to that flag were like crazy! It must be destroyed!"

With an arrow stuck in her arm, little Ashina gritted her teeth in pain. This meant that her nerves were not sensitive and she could continue to fight under the impact of voodoo that affected her mind. Little Ashina had obviously been thirsty for blood just now, and the side of her mouth

There was still blood that had not been wiped clean, and the scarlet light in his eyes was a bit dazzling and scary.

She screamed to her embarrassed brothers:

"That battle flag will stimulate the warlike minds of the gnolls and suppress their fear, and the chief under their battle flag is also a voodoo master. It and the battle flag must be killed before the gnolls' morale can collapse.

Ms. Natalie obviously knows this.

She is struggling to get closer to the chief, we need to help!"

"We can't protect ourselves."

The gray-headed vampire, the cute new flame-headed captain, shouted:

"It's hard for us to even fly there, damn it! Uther, what are you doing?"

"nonsense!"

Holy Light Vampire Uther, who had already taken out the decisive wine, gritted his teeth and shouted:

"I will open a way for you! This is definitely the will of the Holy Light! I want to drink this big treasure and then have a gorgeous self-destruction of the Holy Light. I don't believe that I can't blow up that road. There are still nine of us. Let's blast all the way in.

Ms. Natalie fought for her chance.

And giant sharks

That guy has gone crazy!

His strange violent state will add a layer of BUFF to him every time he kills someone. It is almost like a self-propelled murder book. He can help President Natalie complete close-in kills.

But brothers, we may have to prepare for the worst-case scenario of losing all our equipment.

If we die among the enemies, those guys might pick up our things. It doesn’t matter that Yantou and I are newbies, but you are both veteran players, so it’s not easy to get this kind of equipment."

"How long has it been, and you are still talking about equipment? Is now the time to worry about this? Isn't there a little rich woman? Can Ashina make us lose money?"

Cheche, who had survived the meteorite spell, had red eyes. He took off his good equipment and threw it into his bag. He also threw the psychic bags of his dormitory brothers that he had just picked up on the ground, and casually changed into a set of veteran equipment.

He also took out the winning wine and the last-ditch spell, and shouted:

"Now we are in a situation where we cannot survive without fighting. Brothers, we must live to death now! See you in the Hall of Valor!"

After saying that, this "last hope of the dormitory" spread its wings and flew forward with a roar. Xiao Ashina, a little rich woman, didn't care about the loss of equipment at all. She followed closely with her own hammer guard, and Captain Yantou

While flying with Uther, he communicated with the giant shark that was already on its head.

Although the latter was in a rage, there was no problem with communication.

He didn't object to this death plan at all. Now he naturally felt brave again. With a roar, he picked up the ax and used a fierce and fatal whirlwind to knock away the barbarians blocking the way in front of him. He struck at Ms. Natalie's body like scarlet lightning.

Location.

Yan Sang became lonely again.

He stood next to the former Blood Flag Highlands, now the meteorite impact crater, looking at the wing cavalry support that had begun to accelerate on the flanks, and then at the hills of psychic bags piled up at his feet. These were the dead brothers who could be picked up.

The drop that comes back.

"grass!"

Yan Sang trembled and grabbed the pipe and took a puff of it.

As the smoke rose, he saw a crazy purple storm lighting up on the dark Jackal position in front of him.

It was the self-destruction of psychic energy in a desperate state after drinking the decisive wine. He panted and quickly made up his mind. While cursing, he took off his equipment and threw it into his bag, and then put his hands in his hands.

The battle flag was firmly planted on the ground.

He shouted to Lao Qin’s communication:

"I'm going to send it off! Lao Qin, the flag is right here, it's left to you!

Damn it's not about competition or gameplay anymore, these stupid gnolls humiliated us, this humiliating defeat left us humiliated, the NPCs must be laughing at us.

You old boy must stay with me for five days! Bring us back the face we have lost!
To be continued...