novelraw Chapter 2590 - 864: I’m Waiting for Reinforcements—What Are You Waiting For? (Part 2)
Chapter 2590 - 864: I’m Waiting for Reinforcements—What Are You Waiting For? (Part 2)
Anyone would become anxious and uneasy in this situation, and the gnolls are no exception.
It can’t go on like this!
I must quickly end the arduous journey of my warriors in the swamp, or else our morale will soon be completely worn down by the harsh and dangerous environment.
The gods of the gnolls indeed don’t care who sheds blood, but as a commander, Huggesen cannot afford not to care.
"Keep pushing forward! Ignore their harassment."
Huggesen quickly made a decision; the enemy’s harassment was indeed a problem, but Huggesen knew that he still had one last card to play, and it would soon have enough manpower available.
"Where are the members of the Split Claw Clan now?"
In the forward camp of the Polluted Swamp, Huggesen summoned a Hunting Priest and asked. The latter immediately responded:
"Your clansmen are passing through the Blackflame Mountain Pass and can reach the Dark Valley tonight, where they will receive supplies and weapons, then come here to join your conquest."
"Send someone to tell them to speed up."
Huggesen ordered:
"Leave the old, weak, women, and children in the Shadow Valley, all remaining males must arrive here within three days. Have the blessed hunters ready, and when the Split Claw Clan members arrive, each hunter will lead twenty people as patrol. I will assign all the scouting and forward operations to these militias.
My warriors only need to conserve their energy for the decisive battle."
"Sir! This will cause severe losses to your clansmen!"
The Hunting Priest was startled and exclaimed:
"Even elite warriors cannot handle the complex environment of the Polluted Swamp. Your clansmen may be brave, but they are inexperienced reservists; just those man-eating plants and scattered explosives are enough to cost them their lives."
"Aren’t there also gnolls?"
Huggesen calmly said:
"Each patrol will include an extra fifty gnolls. This way, before the gnolls are exhausted, my clansmen can at least avoid a few disasters.
We must quickly adapt to this swamp!
This is not just an order.
You may not know, but the wolf people were actually born here. Compared to the Dark Mountain Range, this swamp is our true homeland; how can we fear our own homeland where we have grown claws and fangs..."
God’s Chosen sighed and took another look at the bewildered Hunting Priest. Judging from the latter’s expression, Huggesen suspected this guy might think he had gone mad.
But he couldn’t be bothered to explain and just waved his claw for him to go relay the orders.
On the other side, in Wolf Castle.
Old Qin, who was collecting today’s completed battle results to evaluate the new tactics, received a definite piece of information. After seeing the message urgently sent back from the Fortress of Courage, Old Qin immediately gathered the Avalon Church members who were operating in the swamp and the head of the Players’ Guild "Pride of the Unfallen."
When elite players might be summoned by Lord Paryen to Moss Valley for a divine hunt at any time, it became the turn of former second-line players to lead in the swamp battles. But this was not a bad thing—just like a stage should not have only one performer, everyone should have a chance to shine.
And judging from the results of the previous battle, the combat power, execution, and determination displayed by the second-line players in such large-scale warfare were no less than those of the elite players, which made Sir Morphy and Lord Qin very satisfied.
"Miss Phemys, stationed at the Fortress of Courage, just sent back precise information! Members of the Split Claw Clan are massively passing through the Blackflame Mountain Pass into the Wasteland Mountain, and their numbers are quite substantial."
Lord Qin said in his office to the NPCs and player leaders present:
"Those gnolls are either elite soldiers or the most common gnolls, but they have migrated across half of the Dark Mountain Range to the battlefield in a large migration. According to the Fortress of Courage’s estimate, this support numbers at least above 300,000, which makes it impossible to stop by conventional means.
In other words, Huggesen will have at least enough male gnolls to replenish his troops. No wonder he dared to stall with us here, that damn thing has been waiting for reinforcements; we’ve been played."
"Black Disaster! This is the real Black Disaster!"
Old Eugene, currently leading Avalon Believers in the Polluted Swamp operations, said solemnly:
"This is not like the previous battles where only gnoll warriors were involved; it’s more akin to the past four Black Disasters: an all-out assault with no holds barred. In this state, the gnolls will display the most extreme combat power for survival.
Once their numbers reach a certain limit, their morale, destructiveness, and advance speed will all get boosted!
Where this kind of Black Disaster passes, nothing grows. Even the Polluted Swamp now can’t stop their wild feet.
It seems Huggesen has lost patience with our games; he’s going to use this primitive and brutal advantage in numbers to forcefully smash all our defenses.
The beasts in the swamp or those carnivorous plants alike will be brutally cleared with their overwhelming numbers, paving a road straight to the Maginot Line, and the decisive battle will come faster than we imagined."
"What about the Star-world Tear?"
After listening to the discussion, Chen Long, holding his battle helmet, said:
"If we conduct a Star-world Tear in the Polluted Swamp, similar to that at the Blackflame Mountain Pass, it could wipe out tens of thousands in one go. No matter how many gnolls there are, it would just mean doing it a few more times."