Chapter 1810: 604. Boboke’s Second Narrow Escape_2
They are retreating.
Fortunately, the surviving ones are all winged vampires, who can maintain good mobility even under the weakening effects of daylight.
As these guys retreated to the safe zone, the 100 quick-reacting winged cavalry began to erge through the scarlet portals opened on the battlefield’s flanks. Although the winged cavalry are fearless, facing the at least 2,000 elite jackal n with only 100 is still a bit precarious, and maximizing the impact of the winged cavalry clearly requires an opportunity.
“Their chieftain! That damned battle flag has an aura effect. I just saw it. The jackal n near that flag are as crazy as hell! We have to destroy it!”
With an arrow piercing her arm, Little Wei Ming gritted her teeth in pain. It’s precisely because her nerves aren’t sensitive that she could continue fighting amidst the voodoo shock affecting her sanity. Little Wei Ming had clearly used Bloodthirsty earlier, as there were still traces of blood around her mouth, not yet wiped clean, and the crimson stream in her eyes was both dazzling and frightening.
She scread at her disheveled brothers:
“That battle flag stimulates the jackal n’s battle instincts and suppresses their fear. Moreover, the chieftain under their battle flag is also a voodoo master. We have to take him and that battle flag down to possibly crumble the jackal n’s morale.
Lady Natalie obviously knows this.
She is struggling to get closer to the chieftain. We need to help!”
“We’re struggling ourselves here.”
The newbie vampire Flahead Captain, covered in dirt, yelled:
“We can barely fly over… Damn! Uther, what are you doing?”
“Nonsense!”
Already holding the decisive liquor, the Holy Light vampire Uther gritted his teeth and shouted:
“I’m clearing a path for you! This is definitely the will of the Holy Light! I’m going to drink this great treasure and then perform a magnificent Holy Light self-destruction. I don’t believe we can’t blast open that path. We still have nine people; let’s explode all the way in to buy Lady Natalie so ti.
And then there’s the Great Shark…
That guy has gone mad with killing!
In his strange frenzy, every person he kills stacks a layer of buff on him, just like a walking killing book. He can help President Natalie get close for the kill.
But brothers, we must prepare for the worst case where we lose all our equipnt.
If we die in the enemy’s heap, they might take our stuff. Flahead and I are newbies, so it doesn’t matter, but you all are veteran players, and getting all this gear wasn’t easy.”
“What the hell? Still talking about equipnt now? Is this the ti to care about that? Isn’t there Little Rich Lady here? Would Reed ever let us take a loss?”
Cheche, who survived the teorite Skill, with eyes red, was pulling off his good gear and tossing it into a bag. He also tossed the psychic packages of the dorm brothers collected earlier onto the ground, casually switching to so veteran’s gear. He drew out the decisive liquor and Last Stand Vow, yelling:
“Now it’s a matter of survival through battle, brothers, we must be reborn through death now! We’ll see each other again in the Hall of Valor!”
Having said that, this “dorm’s last hope” let out a howl, spread his wings, and charged forward. Little Wei Ming, the little rich lady, didn’t care about losing her gear at all. She hefted her Iron Hamr Guard and followed closely, while Flahead Captain and Uther flew forward, communicating with the bloodthirsty Great Shark.
The latter, despite being in a frenzy, had no issues with communication.
He didn’t oppose this death mission, and naturally, his courage was rekindled, grabbing his axe with a howl. He perford a deadly whirlwind strike to scatter the barbarian soldiers blocking the way and, like a crimson lightning, charged towards Lady Natalie’s position.
Yan Song was once again left alone.
He stood by the teorite Impact Pit, forrly the Blood Flag Heights, watching the winged cavalry on the flank who had begun to accelerate for support. He then glanced again at the pile of psychic packages beneath his feet, piled into a small hill—retrieved from fallen brothers.
“Damn it!”
Yan Song shivered, grabbing the smoking pipe and taking a puff.
In the rising smoke, he saw a frenzied purple storm lighting up on the black mass of the jackal n formation ahead.
It was the psychic self-destruction of those who drank the decisive liquor for a last-ditch effort. Breathing heavily, he quickly made up his mind, cursing fiercely while taking off his gear and throwing it into the bag. He then plunged his battle flag fiercely into the ground.
He shouted over the communication to Old Qin:
“I’m going to give it! Old Qin, the flag is here, it’s up to you guys now!
Damn it, this is no longer about competition or style. These stupid jackal n have humiliated us completely, this humiliating defeat has left us utterly disgraced. The NPCs must be laughing at us.
You old bastard must guard this place for five days! Win back the face we lost!
You hear ?”
“I see you’re just making things difficult for .”
Lord Qin snapped back:
“With a state like this, how do you expect to hold this place for five days? Just go if you’re set on dying, my old arms and legs can at least hold until you all revive.”
“Alright!”
Yan Song tossed his Calculating Pearl into his satchel at his feet, rushing towards the battlefield’s front after applying a hastening spell and clutching the decisive liquor in hand.
Behind him, the Blood Banner held up by a broken spear was no longer as glorious as it had been.
Even with Yan Song’s protection, the teorite Skill’s blasts left it tattered and ragged, looking like sothing scavenged from a garbage heap. Yet it still unfurled in the wind, thrashing, roaring in the fierce gusts of the battlefield.
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