Capítulo 2002: Chapter 668: Hold Out for Three Days! I’ll Return to the Battlefield Like Lightning!
A portion of the Wolf People elite has already rushed through the tunnels into the battlefield of the third line of defense, clashing with Maxim and his 1,400 Blood Vulture Vampires and 1,600 Reserve Vampires stationed there.
Both the second and third lines are under attack. If Maxim cannot hold, Murphy’s player army will be trapped in the already dire situation on Line Two.
With the participation of the Red Devil Hall, Blood Rat Gang, Winged Cavalry, Avalon Church, White Mountain Assassins, and Blood Fear Pirates, Maxim repelled several attacks by the Wolf People from the tunnels.
But they couldn’t pursue into the tunnels due to insufficient manpower.
Murphy even mobilized the “Foreign Legion” composed of Cannibal Demons and Bear Goblins from Shadow Valley.
He and his players are holding fast on Line Two, declaring their determination to fight to the death and not retreat.
New and old players have accepted the death-defying task called “Fight to the Last Man,” with everyone engaged in combat. As holding Line Two is now impossible, the players aim to create more trouble for the Wolf People while buying ti for Lord Hether to deploy reinforcents.
The Blackfla Mountain Pass spans a depth of 17 kiloters from Line One to Line Twelve, with terrain variance, turning troop deploynt within this vast battlefield into an art form.
“Don’t go to Line Three! Head to Line Four, that’s the artillery position, hold it!”
Maxim, seeing the Retinue Army of the Blood Covenant Clan rushing over to assist, imdiately commanded:
“Line Three will be handled by us Transia People. Until we fall, your only task is to fire, shoot! Pour all your artillery into the front line!”
“Boom”
A loud explosion, yet another tunnel was collapsed by the spell of the Earth Priest stationed here, burying all the Wolf People and Gnolls alive.
The Earth Priest was exhausted but had to continue suppressing the underground assault. A female Dwarf Priest was almost being carried by two People’s Army Warriors while rushing towards another hole still pouring out Gnolls.
“This is madness!”
Mother Mary Ann, having switched to the Master Hunter Armor, precisely shot through the eye of a Wolfman Voodoo Priest 300 ters away with her hunting rifle. As she swapped out the bullet, she gazed at the chaotic and bloody lee around her. At that mont, the old granny who had participated fully in the decade-long war felt herself returning to those damn days.
But the intensity and number of enemies in this battlefield far exceed the scale of the ten-year war.
“Avalon, grant us the power of rebirth!”
Beside her, Old Eugene, holding a blood-stained hand-half sword, kneeled and prayed. At his call, a shower of erald raindrops fell from the sky, rejuvenating the bodies and minds of all the weary warriors in this area.
“Doesn’t Sir Morphy need aid over there?”
Miss Doris rushed forward demanding:
“Maxim! Send people to assist our lord! He needs help!”
“Sir Morphy explicitly stated that Line Two is untenable and requires no aid. He and the warriors will secure the final preparation ti for us.”
Maxim leaned on the skull crusher hamr, originally a high-tech item now covered in fouled blood and flesh from prolonged battle. The armor of the Monster General had been washed with fresh blood, making him appear frenzied and formidable.
A muffled voice emanated from beneath the vulture combat helt. He said:
“We cannot let the warriors’ sacrifice be in vain!
If you have ti to shout at , why not instruct your assassins to quickly bury the remaining landmines at the front of the line? We can’t rely on the warriors to do everything for us! We mustn’t hide comfortably behind foreigners!
Doris, defending Transylvania is our duty as well!”
“Understood.”
Sister Doris, not keen on combat as an explorer, received a reprimand from Maxim.
However, she did not argue; she simply retreated a few steps, carrying a psychic package filled with anti-infantry landmines, leading her capable subordinates quickly forward, rushing to plant the mines before the Wolf People break through Line Two.
“Mark! The fighting spirit of the Shadow Rangers is nearing collapse, Lady Lisa, posted today, is applying for a withdrawal…”
Lady Lionea, overseeing the Rangers on this frontline, brought news to Maxim, prompting the Monster General to furrow his brow. He spread his wings and soared to the backlines among the Rangers. Seeing him stride forth, Lady Lisa, covered in blood, imdiately rose intending to say sothing, only to et a hefty punch.
Maxim did not hold back. That punch knocked the titular leader of the half-elves to her knees.
“Listen to ! Half-elf!”
Maxim, devoid of chivalrous decorum, grabbed Lisa’s collar, lifting her. He chastised:
“There’s no such thing as ‘retreat’ on this line!
You either survive to the end by your own hands or let others carry you out!
The shadow half-elf is now part of Transylvania too; you have a duty to that land. Your husband ckel perford valiantly a few days ago, personally slaying a Wolfman Vanguard Commander, earning respect and honor for the shadow half-elf.
And he is now recuperating in Shadow Valley. If you retreat now, you’re leaving the problem and danger in his hands.
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