When dawn broke the next day, as the retinue army at Blackfla Mountain Pass went out for patrol according to schedule, a dwarven heavy hamr rider leading the team over the hill in front of the position let out an astonished shout.
"Look quickly! Over there! The vampires have erected a tower!"
As his hoarse voice echoed, everyone in the team turned their heads imdiately, and what they saw in the dawn light made them jump in shock.
All the heads of the wolf people corpses on the battlefield had been cut off and piled together on a high ground in the blood-reeking center of the battlefield. Hundreds of heads stacked layer upon layer ford a tower, and within that monstrous "high tower" made of human heads, a tattered wolf people’s war banner was discarded, with a tall blood-colored flag erected beside it.
On it were the emblems of Transylvania, the Blood Vulture Clan, and the Cadman People’s Army, fluttering proudly in the sunlight.
The location chosen by these vampires was extrely clever, making this "fallen artwork" impossible to hide in the surroundings, visible from kiloters away.
"What a crazy provocation!"
The dwarven heavy hamr rider exclaid:
"All the wolf people around here will go mad. They will see it as a provocation to the Black Disaster, and these small clan generals will co here at all costs to destroy that flag to save face."
"But the Transia people won’t allow them to pull down their flag."
A Halfling Assassin standing next to the dwarf seed to foresee the fate of this land in the future, he shrunk his neck and said fearfully:
"These Transia people are mad! They’re going to fight the wolf people outside the positions, just to provoke them into a battle here, until both sides are killed down to the last survivor.
Mad!
Absolutely insane."
"Mad? No, this kind of fight is just in ti!"
The dwarf heavy hamr rider excitedly downed the drink in his hand, slapped his goat, and shouted:
"This is what the Black Disaster should look like! During the Fourth Black Disaster, we were too stifled, that damned King of Bone Biting trampled on our face and traditions ruthlessly. We all lost our dignity and had to rely on those arrogant elves and Sanghai people to defeat the wolf people.
This can’t go on!
We should show our courage just like the Transia people! We should learn from them! Bring our flag too! Plant our flag there, right on that high ground.
I admit I used to be prejudiced against the Transia people, thinking they’re all cowards, after all, they’ve been ravaged by the Black Disaster four tis.
But maybe this ti is different."
The dwarf, crazed and helter-skelter, galloped up the high ground on his goat and planted his retinue army’s flag next to it.
Of course, he knew the rules, those wolf people’s heads were Transia people’s spoils of war, so he had to earn his own spoils to plant his flag.
So the flag was placed at the edge of the high ground.
This seed to trigger so strange "trend". By the afternoon when the patrol team returned, there were already over a dozen other flags on the high ground where vampires had planted their banner, along with fresh wolf people’s heads placed next to that tower of skulls to accompany the fluttering war banners.
Lord Hether did not stop this spontaneous action by the retinue army at all, and even the brass dwarven artillery company planted their flag on the high ground.
Only those indifferent Elf Rangers did not partake in such acts of provocation.
The warriors at Blackfla Mountain Pass gained courage from such behaviors, and as expected, the wolf people felt the malice. Though their tradition lacks the concept of "face", a general cannot tolerate their clan mbers being used by others as tools to flaunt power.
The next morning, amid the long-drawn-out battle horns of the wolf people, a vanguard of hundreds of wolf people reappeared at the edge of the death arena.
This ssage was imdiately sent back to Blackfla Mountain Pass, and the already prepared Transia people, amid the cheering cries of the soldiers stationed at the positions, marched boldly into the place they were destined to defend.
This is the First Legion!
The completely random scramble and regrouping made this battle no longer conducted in the na of guilds, but the lucky six dorm room mbers were still placed together, and their legion’s commander was Brother ow. "Lady Shui" and her husband were also assigned here, with Little Brother Fu riding his scorpion lion hoisting the First Legion’s banner crafted overnight.
As the number of players hasn’t reached the scale of 3000 yet, each legion couldn’t reach their full quota of 1000 n. The First Legion now had only about 500 people.
But they were confident they could hold the high ground, not only defend it but maintain it for five days!
Well, at least for three days, otherwise, they would be laughed at on the forums until no end.
"I don’t understand, why is a casino owner like forced to join such a battle through a lottery?"
On his luxurious skeleton war horse, with the company of the Vampire Swordsman Miss Chenyu, the person who lived quite splendidly grumbled harshly as they entered the battlefield:
"I haven’t fought in over a month. Seriously, can’t I hire soone else to fight for ? Guarding here for twenty days will delay so much business."
"Shut up!"
Miss Chenyu, unable to bear it anymore, slapped the saddle of Old Huo’s skeleton war horse and scolded him:
"This is a ga! It’s for you to enjoy life, not to make money, you guy! Have you gotten addicted to doing business?"
"It’s the blooming Blue Ocean market after all."
Old Huo muttered in low spirits:
"Isn’t this for your dream? You have shares in the casino too. As long as you earn enough money, you can..."
"The wolf people are coming up! Get ready!"
The warning shout from the high-altitude Little Brother Fu brought all mbers of the First Legion back to focus, whether old players or newbies. Under the command of the axe-wielding Brother ow, they quickly lined up along the high ground.
The steady old players took the front, with the noisy newbies at the back, needing the guidance of old hands to prevent the newbies from scattering in a charge. Previous battles had already taught these commanders a lesson.
All players with the shield holder profession were pulled to the front line, while Hunters and Psychics began aiming. Old Huo, although unhappy, still raised his battle scythe, and with a call, more than five eerie spirits of vengeance were summoned. Given his skilled execution, it was clear that this grumbling fellow had been practicing in secret.
"They think they’re fearless, but we’ll let them know they were wrong!"
Brother ow began his pre-battle declaration.
He watched as the wolf people riding frantically ca closer and closer, the power of bloodshed belonging to the Red Knight of War began to swirl.
He threw a Bloodwood seed at his feet, roaring with all his lung capacity:
"We’re standing our ground here! Today, brothers, today we’re the gatekeepers of hell, the pallbearers of the Netherworld! We’ll make them rember us forever! We’ll show them what it ans to wade through rivers of blood and to tremble at the re ntion of our na!"
"Don’t you have any of your own lines?"
The newbie "Chen Long" who just joined the ga yesterday quietly grumbled:
"Saying this right now is so inauspicious. You’re gonna rush up and let the wolf people’s general kill you in one strike just to match your lines, aren’t you?"
"Shut up! Don’t interrupt , I’m building up my montum ter for a killing move."
Brother ow scolded:
"Even though I’m a believer of Avalon, I’m at least the top Berserker among the current players... gotta keep so face."
"Snort"
He claid himself a berserker, yet there was a faint snort in his ear, seemingly in discontent with such a claim. On this continent, being a Berserker isn’t sothing anyone can aspire to just like that~
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