Chapter 1743: 582. Black Disaster begins training! First contact! – Extra chapter for ‘Crow_13’ brother [24/30]_3
By a twist of fate, they beca the first wave of “representatives” among the players to confront the Wolf People face-to-face; it was the first clash between Transylvania and the Black Disaster.
This was the first battle! It held great symbolic significance.
What does it an to be called upon for the first victory, and to surely achieve victory? That’s the principle; there must be a major victory to boost the morale of the brothers, but given the current scenario, winning seems impossible, so we must resort to so “outside-the-box tactics.”
“Everyone! Anyone who can still move! Listen to my command!”
Old Qin shouted in the combined team frawork:
“We are surrounded, you can see how fierce these wild monsters are, and we only have a few healers; getting out alive is impossible now! Since death is the inevitable end, then make it a noteworthy one!
Don’t be a coward at the brink of death; bring out your victory liquor!
Then charge with !”
The command stunned the other players; they were a bit hesitant, thinking they might still save the situation… But the next second, all participating living players received a simultaneous notification on their interfaces:
[Transylvania’s vanguard and the Dark Mountain Jackals have engaged in combat, current battle assessnt: not optimistic! General Maxim decided to deploy Transylvania’s special unit, the Xike Wing Cavalry X300; reinforcents are in position!
Reinforcent arrival countdown: 3M!
Alert!
War-ti allocation activated! If this battle is victorious, even if players perish, the People’s Army Logistics Departnt will grant them selection priority for deserved war spoils.
Alert!
The Blackfla Mountain Pass defenders are observing the battlefield; this battle’s outco will directly determine the level of support the Transia Camp can receive in the early Black Disaster War.
Alert!
The honor system is enabled! The “Deserter” nickna is now online, special unit People’s Army Court Martial is now online!]
“Damn! This is it, we’re Barbie Q.”
Threejin Sweet Potato Burn sighed beside Lord Qin, glanced at his battle-scarred brothers, shrugged, pulled the slender bottle from his belt, and twisted it open.
A few art students, still ceremonial in spirit, clinked glasses and then drank the victory liquor in one gulp from the bottle.
Once consud, it felt like a fire was igniting within them, causing their character interface health bars to glow and blaze as their stats surged rapidly, boosting their strength by over 40% within seconds.
“Ah! I feel like I could chop a cow in half with one blow!”
Deep-fried Sweet Potato, eyes blazing red, charged towards a Wolf Person with his trench gun, fired three tis, and then swung it like a war hamr, quickly smashing the Jackal-man Vanguard to the ground.
But he charged too fast and was imdiately targeted by the surrounding Wolf People, getting stabbed several tis in an instant, his health bar plunging to the bottom, yet he laughed as he grabbed the sword thrust into his stomach by a Wolf Person, preventing it from being pulled out.
The towering Wolf Person carrying the clan battle flag was dumbfounded.
It looked in confusion at the Transia man about to die before it, the latter giving it a subtle grin, then crushed the “Last Gamble” curse seal in his hand.
“Boom”
Purple-black corrosive spiritual energy exploded like fireworks, enveloping three Wolf People who couldn’t dodge in ti, unable to kill any, but the corrosive power made them howl in pain.
Then, they saw a group of red-eyed individuals, just like that lunatic monts ago, howling and rushing in.
In an instant, the Wolf People, who had the upper hand, collapsed like the dam of a certain dramatic country, while the advantageous encirclent beca a deadly setup.
The crazed players didn’t care about that!
Having drunk the victory liquor, they’d entered a countdown to the end of their lives; they had to take down as many as they could before falling, so they charged where the monsters were densest! Ironically, the Calculating Pearl opened a temporary function at this mont to record the number of kills players achieved in this conflict.
Thus, the last stand of life naturally evolved into a standard “death race.”
The combat stance of these Transia lunatics left the commanders of the Blood Covenant Retinue Army, renowned for their relentless fighting spirit, dumbfounded. The commander’s lady psychic beside him was so astonished her mouth hung open wide enough to fit an egg.
Ti lost its aning until the countdown to the arrival of reinforcents hit zero.
With ten large portals opening at the battlefield’s edge nearly a kiloter away, the desolate sound of horns echoed across the battlefield, and Lord Hether, observing the fight from high above on an armored gryphon, looked to the ground.
She beheld the legendary Xike Wing Cavalry entering the fray.
Three hundred tall and magnificent cavalryn, towering over dwarven heights like giants, swiftly adjusted their formation from a kiloter out, led by a grand knight wielding a scarlet war hamr, they began a slow advance, then accelerated, first stage, second stage, with wings unfolding for a third stage acceleration.
With ti won by Transia lives, the continent’s foremost heavy cavalry transford into a decisive blade, forging anew the path chosen by the warriors monts earlier with their ill-fated charge.
This ti, the Wolf Person frontline was torn apart like a child’s toy with ease.
Billowing battle flags and the solemn horns and trampling hooves announced the annihilation of this Jackal-man Vanguard clan; they didn’t even reach the Blackfla Mountain Pass outer periphery before lying buried forever here.
But who could have foreseen the Transia’s organizing of the first battle upon the fifth Black Disaster’s arrival, after being on the receiving end in the previous four?
Though it was just a small, unrecorded raid, it seed to herald an unnoticed change quietly taking place.
“So, what do you think? Aren’t my warriors wonderful?”
Amidst Hether’s silent gazing, Murphy’s voice quietly sounded at her side, as they hovered with flapping wings overhead, with Transylvania’s governor admiring the second successful tactical maneuver led by Happy Rod on the battlefield.
He said:
“Do you still think we Transia are unworthy to fight alongside you, Lady Hether?”
“Your ranks are full of madn!”
The Dwarf Vampire Lord chided obstinately:
“I admit this victory is dazzling, but you nearly lost everyone in the initial charge, so, Murphy, are you the kind of lunatic who trades a warrior’s life for victory?”
“No, no, no, such actions here would be acts of cruelty anywhere else, but Lady Hether, for us Transia, this is an exception.”
Murphy said softly:
“If it’s for victory, then sacrifice is worth it. If repeated deaths could yield repeated victories, everyone under my command would not hesitate to give their lives, myself included.
This is how we Transia fight. Take your escort army back, poor children scared by their comrades’ fierce battle stances; they should have cooperated in the counterattack, but they stayed put.
Tsk, truly unqualified.
Besides, this area is temporarily mine, and I’ll conduct an entrapnt here to establish Transia’s prominence, while warming up my warriors.”
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