1377: 465.
Blaze a trail on the Ashen Path where predecessors have not reached.
1377: 465.
Blaze a trail on the Ashen Path where predecessors have not reached.
Three days flew by, and on the Maginot Line at dusk, Happy Bullets of Li i was warming up, ready for so cool flying and dive-bombing action that would soon take place.
Near him, Yan Song, who was going to be the “bombing guide” for tonight, was explaining the specifics of the operation to the gathered Vampire Players.
There was also a circle of vampire NPCs from the Shadow Intelligence Bureau.
Lady Adel was not present, but her descendant Diana was listening intently.
Although the Blood Vulture Clan was leaning toward absorbing players to form the core strength of the family, a gaming power could not consist only of players.
Not to ntion, dealing with vampires from other clans was a complicated diplomatic affair that players couldn’t handle on their own.
Even if you brought in real-roleplayers, just learning those thousand-year-old etiquette and various family taboos would probably drive them insane.
This task had to be done by locals.
Thus, after the rebuild of the Blood Vulture Clan, although done discreetly, the clan’s mbership continued to grow steadily.
Currently, nearly a hundred vampires were under the Grand Duke of Triss, each ticulously chosen.
Most of them were hopelessly fanatical Blood Servants, and each one had to be thoroughly investigated by the Shadow Intelligence Bureau before being embraced.
This was a joint order from Triss and Murphy, leaving Adel with no room for negligence.
However, tonight’s operation was risky, so Yan Song did not arrange for these NPCs to join the dive-bombing, but rely assigned them escort roles.
This was also a very important part.
Tonight, the bombing would start from the Maginot Line, sweeping through the north and south, finally ending at a camp in the west direction, needing to be completed at top speed without breaks to destroy the second and third lines of defense of the Wolf People.
It was a bit shaful to say, although Stick Brother and other guild leaders had given tonight’s operation a very chuunibyou na called “Ashen Path” strategy, the amount of Happy Bullets of Li i currently in their possession was still insufficient.
After all, the workers at Loyal Brother’s armory were almost smoking from their efforts but still couldn’t et the required amount for this operation.
After reducing numbers, now only a little over two hundred incendiary bombs could be used, even insufficient for a second bombing round.
And this was achieved only after Lady Triss, the lady, and all their alchemist apprentices joined without rest in producing these bombs.
“But the good news is, though the number is small, the quality is high!”
Yan Song, with WWII pilot goggles on his head, played with a dwarf pipe, standing sentintally beside his beloved Wind Eagle.
He said proudly while blowing smoke rings:
“Tonight’s Happy Bullets of Li i for bombing are mixed with Burning Gold catalyst, using up all the Burning Gold stock in Lady Triss’s hands, enough to ensure these things explode massively once dropped!
Moreover, the Night Walkers from the Thorn Clan haven’t slacked lately, they have already marked out for us the most worthwhile bombing areas.
Although definitely, it won’t burn all the skeletons in the swamp to death, but it’s enough to tear open gaps on the three battle lines, if all goes well, the day after tomorrow everyone can gather outside Pestilence Town for a grand occasion.”
“But failing to kill those guys will only cause the out-of-control Undead Army to spread through the entire swamp…”
Sister Pogranate, while warming up for the flight, said:
“Long-term speaking, those guys wandering around will still make the swamp fraught with danger.
We are not afraid, but later this road is ant to lead to the Dark Mountain Range.
Always walking and suddenly a bunch of undead jump out to rob, who can endure that?”
“Sister Pogranate, that concern of yours is really pointless.”
Beside her, trying to move a bomb near him, Coo Coo Chicken scoffed and said:
“You’ve already said that this road later leads to the Dark Mountain Range, who doesn’t know the ‘great reputation’ of that damned place across the Continent?
Which sane person would walk there for a stroll if they had nothing better to do?
Those who dare to take this road are either brave warriors ready to fight the Wolf People to the death or rchants with ulterior motives intending to use this route for so illegal trade.
Their only common trait is being unafraid of any undead that might suddenly appear.
Seriously, do you really expect this road to turn into a Transylvania ‘tourist attraction’?”
“Makes sense, seems I was overthinking it.”
Sister Pogranate nodded and dropped the subject.
Polluted Swamp was a dreaded place already, and as Coo Coo Chicken said, anyone local with a bit of sense wouldn’t approach it.
What it might beco in the future was not her concern.
And Little Wei Ming was even more laid back about it.
She was gazing worriedly at the large and thick bomb on the ground, saying:
“As for the skeletons in the swamp, Hog’s got that handled.
That guy has already set his eyes on Polluted Swamp, this Feng Shui Treasure Land.
In human eyes, this place may be a dreaded place, but the environnt is just perfect for the Wolf People.
By moving Bloodclaw Clan here, not only can they expand their territory, but the swamp environnt would also allow them to raise more clansn.
It’s true that moving here ans facing pressure directly from the Dark Mountain Jackals once the frontline battles go awry, but I guess that guy has already prepared.
He wants to lead his clan to beco the true descendants of the King of Bone Biting.
He must be ready to shed blood and tears for it.”
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