Chapter 603 602. Warning! Warning! Meteor strike detected on the way!

Brother Meow Meow's tactics were a great success, which doubled the confidence of the brothers in the first battle group.

After experiencing the feeling of multiple enhancements, even newcomers who have just entered the game for a few days think that a mere jackal can't do anything to them.

In particular, players and witch hunters have become more and more skilled in weaving hunting illusions together. This auxiliary skill that was once no one cared about has also played a clever role in dividing enemies in team battles. This wave can only be said to be brought about by the great improvement of skills.

Combat strength increases.

However, as the commander, Brother Miao Miao is not so optimistic.

He knew that this victory was just the enemy's reconnaissance and could not represent the destructive power of the Dark Mountain Gnolls at all.

Therefore, after completing his combat skills, Brother Meow Meow hardly relaxed and immediately asked players to sow more seeds near the high ground and conduct more temporary enhancements to the preferred terrain to ensure that his tactics can be maintained smoothly.

But Miao Miao actually held a bit of luck in her heart.

More than ten days have passed since the death competition. The jackals left more than 3,000 corpses on this highland. Although most of them were miscellaneous clans and the number of elites only accounted for a quarter, but for an absolute

For a small highland battlefield in a non-strategic location, this damage is already terrible.

If the jackal commander on the opposite side still had some brains, he would know that he should bypass this tough nut and try to attack the Black Flame Pass from other directions.

When Happy Stick's battle group was guarding here before, Brother Mew Miao observed that although the intensity of the battle increased rapidly, the number of battles dropped significantly, which showed that the opponent also realized that this place was like a useless place.

Coupled with Mrs. Tracey's previous wave of spell deterrence, no matter how stupid the jackals are, they will not send people to add fuel to their deaths.

If the opponent wants to launch a general attack, it will take time to complete the assembly, so maybe I will be lucky enough to have a "bye" during the few days I guard here. If that really happens, Brother Miao Miao will laugh himself to death even in his dreams at night.

And things seemed to be going as Meow Meow imagined. From the end of the battle of 300 people on the first day until noon the next day, the jackals did not come to see him off again.

Could it be that the other party really gave up?

Is it really a piece of pie in the sky? No way? He, the great chief of the Black Hand clan, is actually lucky for once?

Wow, this feeling is really great.

But is this really the case?

In the temporary camp of the Dirty Claw clan, Popok, as a guide, was called into the chief's tent. As a result, he saw the haggard and lifeless Chief Dirty Claw standing next to several priests wearing priest's cloaks.

The cold gnoll.

The opponent's clothes had the emblem of the Splitclaw clan, which made Popok immediately lower his head.

It knows that support from the Splitclaw clan is coming!

The end of Blood Flag Highlands has come.

But it couldn't figure out why Chief Dirty Claw called him over, until a gnoll-style bone staff was thrown at Popok's feet.

"You, Popok of the Black-Eye Clan, have become a laughing stock in the entire Splitclaw Clan because of your stupid commands and ridiculous failures. Your cunning father is ashamed of you. If you are really a pure and noble person,

Blood Gnoll, you should know what you need to do now to wash away the shame you have brought to the Black Eyes Clan.

I'll give you a chance, Popok."

Sitting on the chair, Chief Dirty Claw said in a cold tone:

"I have prepared an army of 1,000 people for you. You are now the commander of the barbarians in the direction of the Blood Flag Highlands. Now, take this scepter, lead your army to the Blood Flag Highlands, and use your last

Have the courage to lead your soldiers to charge there!

I and several powerful priests from the Splitclaw clan will command the spellcasters to assist you from the rear.

Once that damned high ground is leveled, your shame will be wiped away, and your father and your clan will be proud of you.

Now, go ahead.

I have only one request for you, don't look back! Rush all the way."

"Blank!"

Popok was shocked in vain, he knew that the other party wanted to use him as cannon fodder.

As a young gnoll who worshiped the Bone-Gripping King, he had heard the story of the Bone-Gripping King's attack on the Black Flame Pass from the elders of the clan when he was a child.

In that story, the warriors under the Bone-gnawing King bravely entered the enemy's position to attract the opponent's army. When the battle between the two sides was in full swing, a meteorite summoned by the Bone-gnawing King himself hit the battlefield.

The gnoll warriors who went to kill the enemy and their enemies were buried there forever, and the Black Flame Pass, which was defended by layers of layers, was also broken through the turtle shell that night, and was completely destroyed in less than ten days after that.

In the hands of a jackal.

Summoning meteorites is the specialty of this group of psychic priests from the Splitclaw clan, and now it is clear that they are trying to lure the enemy.

The young gnoll felt bitter in his heart, but he knew that he had no right to object. Once he resisted here, his head would become a "prop" used by Chief Dirty Claw to boost morale in a few minutes.

Damn it!

This cold bastard probably saved himself until now just for this time.

"Why are you still standing there? Why don't you organize your army?"

Chief Dirty Claw said quietly.

Popok gritted his teeth and picked up the scepter from the ground, and then strode out with anger. This rude behavior made Chief Filthy Claw's eyes flash with coldness, but he finally forgave Popok.

Why are you fighting with a dead man?

"Leave the highlands of the Transansians flat, and the road to the Black Flame Pass will be leveled."

In the chieftain's camp, Chief Dirtypaw whispered:

"But the defense of that position is terrifying. The kobolds' underground diggings cannot be hidden from the dwarf earth priests as long as they get close. So, how can our great matron capture it?"

"Of course I won't let your clan be used as cannon fodder, Dirty Claw, just relax your mind, the mistress has always been generous to her own people."

An old Cleaverclaw priest responded:

"The Mistress has prepared powerful weapons for this battle, and we are still 'persuading' the die-hard Plague Clan to join us. Once the clan that is good at controlling the undead is brought to our use, it will be easy to break through the Black Flame Pass.

I heard that those stupid humans and vampires buried the bones of those who died there during the last black disaster under the earth, and also made cemeteries for those so-called 'warriors'.

Haha, you are really asking for your own death."

"But the Plague Clan is not so easy to bow its head."

Chief Dirtypaw frowned and said:

"I have some friendship with Old Shredded Flesh. That guy would rather join the Bone-gnawing clan than respond to the mistress's kindness. Although Shredded Flesh is missing now, his tribe is just as stubborn as him."

"This is not something you and I need to pay attention to, Dirty Claw, let's first remove the stronghold that makes us jackals lose face."

The old priest Splitclaw said in a gloomy tone:

"According to your request, we have prepared a legion-level spell. The war meteorite spell used to destroy the fortress in the past will now be used on that small highland. As long as you give the order, that place will be completely crushed within a few minutes.

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But I can’t understand why more than a thousand people are sent to die?”

"That's not one of our people."

Dirty Claw said casually:

"Those are the defeated soldiers who escaped from the previous failed attack. They are all members of small clans that no one cares about. Even the Whiptail Clan doesn't want them! The lives of losers are meaningless in the Dark Mountains. Only by eliminating these cowards can we make peace.

Gnolls are great again.

Besides, the mistress's order was that she wanted the Splitclaw clan and the vassal clans to have exclusive access to the spoils of Transia and the mainland.

I just obey the orders of my mistress."

"You're just venting your anger."

The old priest said clearly:

"Your clan has suffered heavy losses, so you want the same fate to befall others, Dirty Claw, and it's not without reason that the mistress hates you. Your heart is as narrow and vicious as a mouse, which limits your achievements."

"Whatever you say, I am loyal anyway, and the mistress will see my contribution. Everyone, go and prepare. I will join you in a moment."

Chief Filthy Claw issued an eviction order, and several Splitclaw priests left the camp. When only Filthy Claw was left alone, the cold and lost gnoll chief took out the strange pendant from his neck.

It stared at the pendant, and after a long silence, it said:

"According to your order, Master Yuan, this land is now filled with fresh corpses and desperate pain. May I ask, what should I do next?"

"wait."

Yuan's cold voice came from the pendant, and she said:

"When the Splitclaw clan enters the Black Flame Pass, activate what I give you. Use the despair and pain accumulated in the Blood Banner Highlands as the key to awaken the undead sleeping under the Black Flame Pass. The endless hatred pouring out from the ground will tear the battlefield apart.

Everything above, the arrogant and arrogant Mistress Splitclaw will also perish.

The clan she left behind will be under your control, and the road to Transia will be opened.

I have prepared everything for you in Xiko City, Dirty Claw, you will become the guide of the Hades army. I want you to lead the dead to break through the Scarlet Castle, kill Murphy, and completely destroy the Blood Vulture clan.

But don't hurt Lady Tris.

Of course, with your pitiful abilities, it is impossible to hurt her.

The Scarlet Witch has strayed from her destiny, and you are the cards I have played to bring her back."
To be continued...