Capítulo 2065: Chapter 689: Where’s the Ace Crew? Gold Coin Rounds, Save Us! (Part 2)
However, just as everyone was ready to set off, a massive crimson portal suddenly lit up high in the Shadow Valley. Amidst the crowd’s gaze, Sir Murphy, donning the heavy Blood Vulture armor for the first ti, flapped his wings and flew out from it.
This set of armor, nad the “King of Crimson,” originates from Salockdale’s collection, and is one of the armors personally crafted by the Brass Dwarf Lord for the Vampire Dukes during the fourth Black Disaster.
The superior quality and cool appearance go without saying, even making the effeminate Murphy appear dignified and imposing after putting it on. However, Murphy, who always favors agility, isn’t very fond of such heavy armor as it restricts his flexibility.
But Triss insisted he must wear it, otherwise he wouldn’t be allowed on the battlefield. This “King of Crimson” armor cos with a “Dispel Aura” that can forcibly dispel shadows, prevent assassins from stealthily ambushing, and dispel most curses cast upon Murphy.
Although in Murphy’s view, if faced with another assassination by a Golden One like before, this armor wouldn’t save his life either.
Yet, wearing this thing always puts one at ease, and he didn’t want to upset Triss right after finally spending a night with her… After all, he’s not so vampire scumbag, right? He has to consider his girlfriend’s feelings.
“Bang”
The signature Hell Dive had Murphy land before a People’s Army vampire colonel. Originally a light landing, it now carried a heavy impact. As his wings folded, the colonel in front of him imdiately saluted crisply to his master and offered the Commanding Battle Flag to him.
But Murphy refused.
He didn’t co here as a commander.
“The Blackfla Mountain Pass will fall today…”
Murphy turned around, looking at the NPCs and players behind him.
Everyone was watching him, everyone was listening to the mainline NPC speak.
He announced a brutal fact, but then Murphy shouted loudly:
“But we won’t stop fighting! We will never give up! Without the Blackfla Mountain Pass, there’s still Shadow Valley! Without Shadow Valley, there’s still the Polluted Swamp! Without the Polluted Swamp, there’s still the Maginot Line!
We will fight the Wolf People at the very first place they advance! We will strangle every Wolf Man Rioter we see!
Until they learn to fear!
Or until the last of us dies on our land.
Soldiers, I’m going now to strike down the arrogant Wolf People and rescue those comrades consud by fear. I need you to co with !”
Murphy’s gaze swept over everyone in front of him. He paused and asked:
“Does anyone wish to withdraw at this ti?”
No one responded.
Until the Hell Tiger, in its crew cabin, shouted hoarsely:
“Crush them!”
The next mont, loud battle cries echoed through the sky:
“Crush them!”
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Lord Hether fought desperately.
The Blood Covenant knights under her command disregarded their exhaustion in endless combat, and with Position Eight’s firepower finally coming into play for the first ti, it seed Hether’s bad luck had finally run out, allowing good fortune to grace her position for the damned day.
After several factors converged, the grand retreat beca smoother.
The elite soldiers stationed at Blackfla Mountain Pass, who were highly organized, conducted the retreat in an orderly manner even in the face of crisis.
Having withstood the Wolf People’s assault at Position Six and under artillery cover, the warriors surged backward from Position Seven like a tide, sprinting to leave the area before things got worse.
But the Wolf People were certainly not going to let them retreat so easily.
Seeing the Ard Gnolls being blocked by artillery fire and unable to complete the task of obstructing the enemy, Grand Marshal Huggesen promptly employed a second asure. The Pī zhǎo Clan never lacked psychics skilled in the teorite Skill. Under its silent command, teors soon rumbled down from the sky ahead.
The Earth Priests were busy assisting with the retreat and had no ti to interfere with the teor landing points.
As the artillery position in the spotlight for the last few minutes, Position Eight naturally received the “grand prize” during this teor barrage.
Several teors slamd precisely onto the artillery positions at Position Eight, silencing the roaring cannons with one round of bombardnt.
A soot-covered Major Ron quickly crawled out from the collapsed command post, taking in the grim sight of his subordinates and brothers heavily battered.
This drove Ron to a frenzy.
With bloodshot eyes, he waved his command saber, shouting to reorganize the surviving soldiers from the teor strike. Utilizing the expansive artillery positions that the Wolf People’s teors had failed to completely destroy, explosions from artillery shells roared across the battlefield once more just a few minutes later.
The Ard Gnolls who had just prepared to charge were greeted by another wave of artillery fire.
This scene had Huggesen frowning, lifting his fingers and snapping them hard. The Split Claw psychics knew what to do next.
“Incoming teors!”
Captain Iron Hand’s shout made the soldiers look up,
desperately watching as more teors plumted from high above, this ti with more precise aiming towards the still relentlessly firing positions.
The ti from the teorite Skill’s creation to its impact wouldn’t exceed three minutes, which was far too short for Major Ron to organize an evacuation.
As the teors overhead aid straight for him, Ron sighed.
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