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Chapter 586 585. Popok’s first escape from death - additional update [2730]

(Additional update for the brothers "Little Rag who doesn't eat fish" [2/5])

Lord Popok, the warlord of the "Black-Eyed Clan" who performs reconnaissance duties for the Black Disaster Army, is now very annoyed.

Don't worry about this weird name that doesn't sound like a jackal at all, but has a bit of halfling semantics.

It is said that this was when Popok was born, and his clan happened to capture an unlucky halfling explorer. In order to survive, the explorer flattered the clan chief, Popok's father, and gave the baby a gnoll. name, and survived successfully relying on this trick.

Although the explorer was stabbed to death by the grown-up Popok after several years of savage life, looking at the bright side, Popok did have a name that "stands out" among the jackals, and he ate that night Very fresh "meat of wisdom".

There's nothing wrong with it except that it's a bit old.

In short, Warlord Popok Black-Eye is a very powerful hunter and has a "noble" origin. Although the Black-Eye Clan he comes from is not one of the five most powerful clans in the Dark Mountains, it is still a large tribe at the middle level.

The young warlord was therefore dispatched and assumed important responsibilities during this black disaster.

It was supposed to lead the elites of the Black-Eyed Clan all the way to the Black Flame Pass to conduct a detailed reconnaissance of the difficult position and send back intelligence to the Grand Overseer who had emerged from the Moss Valley. However, Lord Popok was now very agitated.

Because it has received two disgusting failure messages in a row.

"What does 'no news' mean?"

In the Black Eye Clan's makeshift camp, Popok's roar echoed through its tent.

The young warlord roared to the two scout captains:

"The day before yesterday, three centurions went out and didn't come back! I sent two more cannon fodder centurions this morning to check the situation, but they still haven't come back! Now I just want to know where my soldiers have gone?

But you two told me you didn't know!

Shouldn't they have already tested the position at Black Flame Pass?

Even if they all die, at least a few lucky guys should come back and report the situation, right?

Although those guys are not the elite of our clan and are just cannon fodder of the vassal clan, I have a total of twelve centurions under my command! Hell, half of my soldiers were gone without bringing back any useful information! "

As we all know, when a jackal is irritable, it is at its most dangerous. The scout captain who was scolded did not speak at all, lest his own warlord make him a target for venting his anger.

After Popok finished his roar, another older scout captain spoke:

"It's not like there's no news at all. Someone saw smoke in the direction of the mountain pass this morning, as if they were fighting. The time is right for the second team of scouts we sent, but the problem is that the place is not the Black Flame Pass at all.

It was an unknown highland, and it was still far away from the Black Flame Pass.

Perhaps the Blood Alliance vampires guarding there sent their hunting dogs to stop our soldiers.

I suggested last night that you should not be so anxious to send more people."

"Ok?"

Warlord Popok stared at the subordinate in front of him unhappily, and he roared:

"So, you're saying this is all my fault?"

"No, no, it's just those unlucky fools who have bad luck. It has nothing to do with you, but what should we do now?"

The old scout was well versed in the art of conversation. He changed the subject and asked:

"Although we lost a lot of people, it at least proves that the Black Flame Pass is not easy to fight. Although the vassal clans are not good at fighting, they can run fast and have wargs, but even so they couldn't escape.

I think it would be better to send a message to Lord Hurley, who is in charge of us, and ask the Whiptail Clan or the Bonegnawing Clan to send more warriors. We will stop here and wait for them to come and join us. "

"Yes, Overseer, our clan is originally a clan attached to the Whiptail clan. Although we can benefit from things like black disasters, we have to live long enough to reap the benefits."

Another scout captain yelled twice and tried to dissuade him:

"When the old chief sent you out, he specifically reminded us that we should be a little more obedient and humble. Whether we can grab things is secondary. Preserving the clan is the most important thing. We have lost so many people, and we can't do it now. delivered!"

"damn thing!"

The persuasion of the two scout captains made Popok very angry.

It is a young and courageous jackal. The last time the Black Disaster occurred was a matter of his grandfather's generation. His father has been mediocre all his life. He has finally caught up with the good times of the Black Disaster, so he should ask the Bone-gnawing King. Learn and use your own sword to snatch the fertile land under the sun for the gnolls.

The ambitious Overseer Popok would definitely not be able to listen to such "weak" remarks from his two subordinates.

It cursed:

"How can the Black Calamity win if they are all thinking about preserving their strength? The Bone-Crushing King failed because the other clans wanted to reap benefits and were unwilling to fight to the death with cowardly humans! Ah! How can the Black Disaster win with such bugs like you? What about disaster?

If you are afraid, take your own people and go back to that old man. I will lead the brave young people in the clan to win glory!

King Bonegnasher and King Whiptail will reward me for this.

roll!

You all get out!

I don't need idiots like you in my clan. "

It kicked and punched the two cowardly old scout captains away, and then asked its guards to blow the horns, intending to take the remaining five centurions to the Black Flame Pass to conduct a reconnaissance in person.

The two old scout captains didn't get used to it either. They were the true confidants of the black-eyed old chief. How could they be so angry? After being scolded by the prodigal young chief, he left here with two hundred elite members of the Black Eyes clan without saying a word.

There was no one to stop Popok from leading his people to death. Anyway, the soldiers under his command were all miscellaneous, and the real elites of the clan were all in the hands of the old chief.

The most important thing is that the old chief is not just his child.

Popok also has a sister who is more stable, smarter and not lacking in courage. The status of females in the Gnoll clan is not low. There are also many female Gnoll chiefs in the Dark Mountains. The Splitclaw clan, one of the five major clans, is directly descended from The Den Mother rules.

These are probably the only advantages of gnoll civilization.

However, although the young gnoll warlord Popok Black Eyes was reckless, he was not stupid.

It said it wanted to make great achievements, but in fact it was still afraid of death, so it led the guards to walk in the center of the five centurions, and moved towards the Black Flame Pass at a very slow speed. As a result, the vanguard had not walked out for two hours. The scouts brought terrible news.

"What did you say? What's in front of you? A flag? What kind of flag?"

The scout's confusing report made Popok very unhappy, but looking at the scout's look, it was clear that he was a little frightened, saying stupid things like "head", "tower" and "crazy human beings".

But there is definitely something ahead.

This made Popok immediately come to his senses. He knew that this place was still some distance away from the Black Flame Pass, so whatever was in front could not be the main garrison of the Blood Alliance Knights.

If they had eaten the two centurions they had sent this morning, then they must still be resting and recuperating. No matter how powerful the human army was, it would be impossible to defeat the elite Jackals without any injuries. They were definitely not at full strength.

If you take the opportunity to steal a wave, you might be able to accomplish something big!

Driven by this idea, Popok immediately mounted his warg decorated with various skulls, howling and speeding forward with the young gnolls who were willing to follow him.

Soon, it saw the scene ahead.

On a deserted highland, there stood a towering flag. The bloody battle flag looked majestic, but what was horrifying was the base of the flag.

brain!

They're all jackal heads!

They were cut off and piled up in the same posture as when they were about to die, and some guys threw new heads on top.

There were other flags planted around the damn high ground, like a damn flag-raising stand. There was also a convoy transporting "trophies" leaving in the distance. The convoy had blue and golden flags on it, like a group of looters. Taking away the dignity of the jackal.

Can a jackal with a ferocious nature endure such injustice?

Immediately there were roars one after another, and even the wargs began to roar.

"Take us and charge! Cunning Popok!"

An angry gnoll hunter shouted:

"Those humans are humiliating our warriors! Are you just watching? They are all vassals of our Black Eyes clan! Popok, do something!"

"I'm going to kill them all!"

Popok roared.

But it did not charge immediately, but with a hint of doubt in its anger, it turned to a hunter beside it and asked:

"Is this high ground an important position?"

"Well, it doesn't seem like it. The terrain is not dangerous and it's far away from their position. There's no water or anything like that. It's not even a good place to camp."

"Then why did they put up this flag here?"

"Uh, I don't know, maybe just so we can see clearly from this direction?"

"So, weak humans are deliberately provoking us?"

"Uh, I don't know, but that's probably it."

"Um"

Popok rides on a warg. It looked at the high ground in front of it with a suspicious look. There were some defenders next to the high ground. They must have just experienced the battle and seemed very tired and scattered. Some guys ran to lie down far away from the position. I don't know what to do on the ground.

Hey, he's so lazy, he doesn't look like an elite soldier at first glance!

Maybe the real elites have retreated after the battle, so these garbage soldiers are left here to watch and serve as bait.

Your own warriors can definitely knock them down with just one charge!

Hoho, I am a powerful silver hunter!

Although the hunters under his command are a mixed army, the centurions beside him are the most powerful trackers in the Black Eyes Clan.

The ferocity in Popok's eyes became more and more unbridled. He swung the hunting knife forward and shouted:

"Charge! Cut off their heads and pile them into a tower! Take that damn flag back to the Bone-Gripping King! This will be the Black-Eyed Clan. No, this will be another victory for me, Popok."
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"Ok?"

The "Heartless Horseworm" who was digging for herbs with his butt stuck out at the edge of the Death Arena and the cute "Haizhu" who was asking him for advice on gathering techniques felt the vibrations on the ground. The two of them suddenly looked up and saw a weapon in front of them. The jackal "army" is rushing towards this side like a tide.

"Fuck! Is this monster spawning so fast? It's really killing me."

Horseworm didn't dare to delay, so he threw the dug herbs into his bag, grabbed Haizhu who was still trying to shoot a black gun on the spot, and ran back. Silly boy, from this distance, you can hit the jackal with the whiteboard gun in your hand and break his defense. Neither can be done.

He led Mengxin to run towards the position, grabbed the calculation orb and shouted toward the high ground:

"Brother Meow Meow! Quick, organize a defense! The jackals are here again, this time there are more people! It looks like there are four to five hundred of them."

"Stop playing, come to work, come to work!"

Brother Miao Miao has also seen the jackal coming from ahead.

He lifted his ax and sowed the seeds to summon the Blood Tree, and shouted in the team framework. The other players who were resting immediately stopped fishing in the forum, and some offline players were also called up.

While they were organizing defense on the high ground, the "artillery" deployed on the edge had already opened fire first.

The scene of fifty or sixty iron cannon boys firing at the same time is astonishing. Although the chance of the cannonballs being smashed and exploded by Brother Zhongye is not 100%, the explosion caused by shooting so many at once is enough to scare away the first wave of jackals. People have suffered so much.

"Zhuo! Why didn't it explode? I obviously planted mines there!"

The "Medical War God Daesen" who was assigned to the first battle group was stunned to see the Jackal crossing his "mine formation" without being hurt. He immediately jumped up and cursed Brother Zhongzhong's products as unreliable, but on the second When he cursed the three "F" words, the five landmines he planted were detonated almost simultaneously.

The terrifying vibration lifted the unlucky Jackal into the sky, causing a massacre with flying earth and rocks.

The combined firepower of small tubes and mines stunned the first wave of jackals that came over. The hunters who had already prepared and selected the "sniper position" had already begun brutal harvesting. They had all practiced , knowing that ordinary bullets could not kill the gnolls with one shot, he pointed at their legs and lower bodies.

For a moment, howls and screams echoed through the sky.

The morale of the motley jackals quickly dropped. They lost dozens of people before they even approached the high ground. This made these warriors from small clans quickly lose their will to fight.

The Popok Warlord knew that it could not stop at this time. If it stopped, it would be disintegrated, so it gritted its teeth and took up the responsibility of the attack with its elite soldiers.

The players didn't expect that this wave of monsters would spawn an elite leader of silver jackals. Inadvertently, seven or eight of them were killed by the rushing jackals in an instant. The newcomers were so shocked that they screamed and instinctively The formation was thrown into chaos by retreating, and Brother Mingmiao was so angry that he wanted to kill a few bastards who confused the morale of the army on the spot to use the "march method".

But now that this is the case, all I can do is think about remedying it.

Fortunately, there were a lot of veterans in the first battle group. Brother Mingmiao hardly needed to remind them. The six-man dormitory group rushed towards the gap. Cheche and Gebao used the right cloud and mist skills and psychic lightning to fight for the defenders. Time passed, and after several brothers from the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry led the sports students with weapons in hand and bayonets to see blood, they finally managed to stabilize the front line.

"Kill! Damn it, don't panic! Kill it for me!"

Brother Meow Meow kicked the shivering Level 1 cute new "Ugly Cow" on the butt, telling him to get up and shoot quickly. He himself carried the Wamu Beheader and rushed forward to kill them one by one.

It has to be said that this black-eyed elite is quite extraordinary, much more powerful than ordinary jackals. If it weren't for the veteran's quick reaction, this wave of them would really have been rushed to the high ground.

"Brother Meow Meow, call for support! We have enough points! Call the wing cavalry to come over and charge!"

Ah Yu, who was excited to fight below, turned around and shouted, but was immediately rejected by Brother Ming Miao.

"We can still withstand it, we don't need support! You little idiot, save the points for summoning NPCs in the next rotation! Just then, the second wave of monsters has spawned the Silver level. I don't dare to see what kind of monsters and monsters will appear later. think.

The intensity will definitely get stronger in the future, and we can't hold on without NPC support. "

Brother Meow Meow knocked down a jackal barbarian soldier with an axe. While making bloodwood tree seeds, he said:

"Come here, a few people, and follow me to surround and kill that Silver Jackal! Hey, this guy is actually rare, and his name is Popok? He doesn't sound like a serious Jackal!"

The battle at Blood Flag Highland ended after twenty minutes.

In fact, when more than half of Popok's elite soldiers were killed or wounded, the morale of the miscellaneous army had already collapsed. Especially after Popok himself was entangled by Brother Meow Meow himself, the surrounding jackals began to retreat on their own initiative.

Because of the existence of the war zone, these gnolls could leave smoothly after escaping for a certain distance, but most of the enemies were annihilated under the high ground.

This is another victory, just as brilliant as the victory this morning. However, Brother Miao Miao and other veteran players who have dealt with the Plague Clan in the Swamp Battle are not as happy as Meng Xin.

They knew that these two groups of jackals were not elite at all, and the real challenge had yet to come.

But what is surprising is that Brother Meow Meow missed this time, and the silver jackal escaped from his hands. This made the battle on the highlands not a perfect victory, but Brother Meow Meow himself was not disappointed.

On the contrary, this guy had a strange smile hanging on his lips.

Popok, who had narrowly escaped death, was now riding on his warg and running wildly. He didn't know why he was alive. The mountain man with the ax was obviously very powerful, and he was almost killed by him.

But it thinks this is because it is lucky enough. It has been lucky since childhood.

This thought continued until after it completely fled the battlefield, a hooded little man suddenly stopped in front of Popok. The guy should be a jackal, but his short stature did not look like a warrior from the Dark Mountains.

"Hey, the jackal in front of you, your name is Popok, right? I am the new leader of the Blood Claw clan, serving the legendary 'Wise Wolf', you can call me Nash, I just saw that wonderful scene 'battle.

Especially when you abandon your army and run away, it's so cool. "

The little man took the initiative to speak and threw a bag of herbs to Popok, who was all injured.

But Popok didn't appreciate it and scolded:

"What Blood Claw clan? What Wise Wolf? I've never heard of it! Get out of the way, I have to bring the information back."

"Yes! Bring accurate information back to the district and give it to your leader."

The short jackal reminded:

"Those enemies guarding the blood flag are Transians. They killed all the gnolls in their land. Each one of them was a butcher stained with the blood of our people, but they are very powerful, Lord Popok.

You've seen with your own eyes how powerful they are.

You must ask your superiors to send real elites, otherwise it will be difficult to defeat them, and the sooner the better, they are gathering an army."

"No, they are not powerful at all, they are no match for Black Disaster!"

Popok shouted, leaving Nash in front of him speechless for a while.

It can only explain:

"No, you can't say that! If they are not powerful, then how can you explain your failure after being defeated by them? Master Popok, these Transians are very powerful, so you fell into the trap accidentally. .

As long as the people above send elites, these bastards who dare to provoke the Black Disaster will die miserably.

Let me tell you the truth, I am a gnoll from Transia. I came here just to find powerful compatriots to avenge my people. I will provide you with their clues.

But I don't want my existence to be known to others.

I am a loser after all, and that is no glory.

If you need help later, leave a blood-stained stone here and I will show up to talk to you that night. It's time for you to leave now.

remember!

You must bring powerful people back as soon as possible, otherwise these guys will switch defenses and return to Transia. You don't want to see your enemies so free, right? "

"Hey, I am the powerful Popok Black Eyes. I don't need your help at all. Don't teach me how to do things, Nash of the Blood Claw Clan!"

Popok said a harsh word, but he still took the herbal bag that Nash picked up and handed it to him again, and watched Popok leave. Nash's face was full of contempt.

On a horse!

Are all the jackals in this dark mountain range brainless?

Do you still need me to teach you about this principle of deceiving superiors and concealing inferiors? Sure enough, Mr. Hogg was right in his assessment of these idiots. These guys are only equipped with muscles. No wonder they failed four times in a row!

Alas, if it weren’t for the smooth advancement of Mr. Murphy and Mr. Hogg’s big plan, if it wasn’t for his own “Chief Trial”, if it wasn’t for the lack of a bait with some weight, I should have let the powerful Mr. Mewmew kill you just now. Just chop off this idiot's head!

(End of this chapter)