Chapter 280 The tribes ate the pot and welcomed the Demon King
Not long after the Battle of the Twin Tail Rift, a post suddenly appeared on the official website forum of "Calamity OL", and quickly gained tens of thousands of clicks with its gimmicky title.
"The Rift Valley War Report has arrived! Five Gatlings angrily swept through the front troops of the Holy Armored Dragon Kingdom and beat them to a pulp on the spot! I'm not bragging, I'm like an army in this wave! 》
发帖人正是一口闷了化学池。
In the post, he vividly described the battle situation in the Twin-Tailed Rift, from the 100,000-strong army of the Ankylosaurus Kingdom advancing aggressively, to the end when the Beggar’s version of Gatling from the Anxunsi Group showed its might, and the 100,000-strong army played GG and fled... This made the cloud players who were still queuing up to qualify for the closed beta test very happy.
Of course, there are indispensable elements of adding fuel and vinegar to this.
For example, Brother Yiye's spellcasting session and Brother Huwan's final capture of Bakar's head were all summarized by his sentence "four players led the enemy into the encirclement." Those who didn't know thought that a hundred thousand lizardmen lined up to let him finish the attack.
Not satisfied with just typing, the guy at the post also angrily added a hand-drawn illustration at the bottom of the post - in the abstract pencil drawing, a tall and mighty skeleton is lying behind Gatling and swinging up, with flames protruding from the muzzle, and there are flames in front of him, and corpses are everywhere!
However, because his painting skills cannot be complimented, the paintings are too abstract. Except for himself, few people can see it and no one can understand it.
But is this important?
It’s a game, just have fun.
The old friends who gathered around to eat the melon were happy to see it, and the old man himself was happy after taking a bite. This is enough!
No hair: "6666!"
No worries: "I'm awesome!"
Look at my pigs from time to time: "Damn, I'm crying with envy... Isn't this experience point going up?"
The cooing pigeon spirit : "Cute newbie, please help me! Boss, I don't want money, my hands and feet are clean and I won't pick it up, can you let me gain some experience?"
Humbling in the chemical pool: "It's easy to talk, let's do it next time, haha!"
Legendary Salted Fish King: "By the way, brother, don't we have a video crystal? Why don't you just send screenshots of the game screen?"
I took a sip of the chemical pool: "It was so exciting at the time that I forgot to open it, so I had to draw it by hand, so I made do with it."
The praise from the newbies and cloud players made the old man feel a little elated for a while, so that he became more and more confused.
In the end, someone involved couldn't stand it anymore and ran out to intervene.
Ichinoha Zhiqiu: "Well, let me add one more thing. The experience value of targets killed with props is attenuated, including but not limited to guns, magic scrolls... So, those who hope to mix experience should save their money."
Pighead Knight: "That shouldn't be the case. You already know what his previous ID was. He doesn't look like a new guy... It's not the first time this guy has acted like a stranger. (Funny)"
This is a rule that has existed since the game was launched. Using the map mechanism to kill monsters does not gain experience... He even discovered this.
According to the later update of the official settings, only attacks containing strong will can absorb soul energy from the opponent's strong emotions after killing.
The experience gained from killing Warcraft with a musket is not as much as that obtained with swords and bows, and the experience gain efficiency of general attacks is not as good as that of attacks with "Qi" or other extraordinary powers, and range skills are not as good as single-target locking skills.
Although Yiye Zhiqiu didn't ask the newbies who helped operate the machine gun how many levels they had upgraded, he could guess with his feet that the experience gain would not be much. Otherwise, those guys would have come to the forum to show off, and why would they have to wait for a while to brag?
Unexpectedly, Brother Yiye would personally go out and cause trouble, and he was caught off guard for a while after being bored with chemistry. Seeing an old player explaining his dark history to newbies, he hurriedly picked out words and tried to correct the out-of-control post.
"Bullshit! It's true that experience decreases...but you can still get along a little bit, okay! I'm doing this for the benefit of newcomers!"
Pig head knight: "Come on, if no one comes out and says something, you should let the newbies pay you to work next. (Contempt)"
He choked in the chemical pool and said: "Damn it, don't slander me. When have I ever done this?!" He admitted that he was not a good person, but he still couldn't do such immoral things as speaking out of conscience and paying to go to work.
The Demon King can vouch for this!
The forum is full of cheerful atmosphere. There are not many players who have participated in the Two-Tail Rift Battle. However, with everyone talking to each other, they still restored the whole battle to its fullest, excluding the fictitious part of the chemical pool.
According to the unanimous opinions of all the players who participated in the battle, the Gatling of the Anxunsi Group is indeed powerful, but the ridiculous failure rate and cumbersome loading method are also really torture.
In addition, according to the count of corpses on the battlefield, there were about 5,000 people in the front army of the Holy Ankylosaurus Kingdom. Only a little over 1,000 people were actually killed by machine guns. Most of them were scared away or injured. In addition to the damage caused by the machine guns, the soldiers of the Sand Ridge clan also killed many people while chasing down the defeated troops, and then there was the magic of Brother Yiye Zhiqiu.
Although the lizardmen on the continent of Janna lack extraordinary power, their defensive capabilities are quite good. In particular, the Ankylosaurus tribe comes with its own leather armor and a layer of vine armor on the outside.
Humbling against this half-human, half-monster guy, it is still very difficult to kill him with one shot, unless he hits a vital part.
The reduction of the 100,000-strong army was less than one-tenth, far less than the previous bloody battle in the forest near the northern coast.
However, this was generally the case with wars in the classical era. The organization level of both sides was very low, which basically destroyed the morale of the opponent, and the winner was decided.
Northern coast, Demon King’s army camp.
Luo Yan sat in the main tent, closing his eyes and meditating. The orange-red light in the brazier reflected on his calm face, like a carefully carved marble statue.
At this moment, his consciousness did not stay in this tent, but was immersed in the sea of consciousness as deep and dark as the universe.
In his sea of consciousness, a light blue virtual light screen was flashing on a huge stone monument. What was flowing on the screen was the cheerful conversation of sand sculpture netizens in the official website forum of "Calamity OL".
"Three of the five Gatlings got stuck, and the car almost flipped over after one mouthful!"
"The battle video has been released! Brother Su Wan is so awesome, he sealed his throat with a knife and won the best in the game!"
"The number one undead rat in the whole server is well deserved!"
"Photos of Miss Kasa, the leader of the Sand Ridge Tribe."
"Holy shit, I think this chameleon is quite handsome and handsome."
< br/> "Holy shit, there's a Ganges player here!"
"?? What's wrong with me being a lizard?"
"Am I the only one who cares about how delicious dragon turtle meat is?"
..."
Looking at the messy conversations on the forum, Luo Yan's lips raised a faint smile.
As he expected, the one hundred young players he sent to the central desert to reinforce the Sand Ridge tribe successfully completed their mission and saved the Sand Ridge tribe from destruction.
But to be honest, he never really cared about the 100,000 primitive people army of the Holy Armored Dragon Kingdom from the beginning.
The reason why this battle was arranged was mainly to test the actual combat effect of the Anxunsi Group's hand-rubbing Gatling.
Humber now, the preparations for suffocating the chemical pool are still not sufficient. Although this epoch-making weapon has good firepower, its stability and manufacturing process still need to be improved.
…"It seems that the new equipment of the Anxunsi Group needs to be further refined."
Luo Yan was secretly thinking that perhaps the engineers from the Black Wind Castle Military Factory could be involved in improving this new equipment and further optimizing the next-generation Gatling. Maybe he could put this thing on the roof of the magic crystal tank.
Burden?
Does not exist.
The Military Minister of the Demon God's Cabinet is good at this. The more firepower the better, the more turrets the better, and the more exaggerated the paper data the better.
It doesn't matter if the equipment is overweight. At worst, a little devil who is good at earth magic is stuffed into the carriage, and he drives forward while using magic to reinforce the ground.
As for whether the frontline soldiers and support staff are happy or not, I don’t know. Anyway, Caesar Colin is happy... This is the one who really paid.
While Luo Yan was thinking about it, the lithe Youyou was spinning around him excitedly, chirping.
"As expected of the Demon King, a mere hundred thousand troops are no match for your servant... Now the Holy Ankylosaurus Kingdom should know how powerful you are!"
It seems to have seen the scene when the lizard people of Assam knelt at the feet of the Demon King and placed his statue on the top of the pyramid to worship!
Hearing what Youyou said, Luo Yan smiled faintly.
"They knew it from the beginning. Even if they didn't know it at the beginning, they should have understood it after seeing our magic crystal tank."
For the Holy King of the Holy Armored Dragon Kingdom, whether it is offering sacrifices to the dragon god or offering sacrifices to his own tracks, it essentially means the same thing.
The reason why they persisted may seem stupid and arrogant, but in the final analysis, there were so many sacrifices that it was not worth pitying.
Yuyou tilted her head, not understanding the meaning of Lord Demon King's words, and Luo Yan had no intention of explaining. He wandered around the forum and ended his meditation.
The next step is to wait for news from Thanos.
If the guy comes back safely, he can order the Arakdo side to launch the final attack on Assam City.
Just when Luo Yan was finishing his meditation, slight footsteps came from outside the tent. A moment later, an acolyte in black robes walked in and whispered.
"Lord Demon King, the envoy from the Windhowl Tribe is here again, and this time their leader Ulga Windcrap is personally leading the team."
Luo Yan asked casually.
"What is he here for?"
"He brought a map of the Sun Staircase Mountains and expressed his surrender to you."
The acolyte in black robes continued in a respectful tone.
"He also said that his envoy did not convey his meaning accurately before, and interpreted the surrender he asked as an alliance. Please do not take it to heart. He admired your majesty endlessly. When he saw you for the first time, he recognized in his heart that you were him. Master. He and his people are willing to follow your footsteps forever, until the end of time. Please give him another chance."
Although he did not see Ulga's face, Luo Yan could feel the fear and humility in his words just by listening to the acolyte in front of him.
Thinking back to the fire in the forest that swallowed up 30,000 armored dragon soldiers, the leader of the Wind Roar Tribe could see it clearly from the sky.
Compared with the stubborn resistance of the Holy Armored Dragon Kingdom, the small tribes that have been struggling on the edge of life and death for a long time obviously know better how to assess the situation.
However, Luo Yan did not rush to summon the leader who took the initiative to surrender, but chose to let this guy who acted according to the wind sit out for a day before talking.
"Go and tell Ulga that I am meditating and have no time to see him today, and ask him to camp outside our camp for a short rest. When I am free, I will naturally summon him."
Speaking of this, Luo Yan suddenly thought of something again and continued.
“Remember to place them next to the Sand Ridge Tribe’s envoy station... If there are envoys from other tribes coming, arrange them nearby.”
The acolyte nodded respectfully.
At the same time, on the other side, in the territory of the Sand Ridge clan, the haze of war has not completely dissipated.
After all, not everyone can get first-hand information from the official website of "Calamity OL", and the transmission of information takes time.
The meeting hall of the Sand Ridge Tribe was dimly lit by candlelight, and a heavy and depressing atmosphere gathered under the large tent. The air was so gloomy that it seemed like it could rain.
In front of a map spread out on a huge stone platform, a tall and dignified female lizard-man was standing with a serious expression.
Her scales are of noble gold, shining in the firelight, and the gold crown inlaid with gems on her head makes her look even more noble and elegant. A long tail hangs gently behind her, and her slender figure is outlined by a battle robe inlaid with obsidian armor, exuding a daunting majesty.
She is the mother of the Sand Ridge Tribe—Aisemata Hamaka. Many Lizardmen of the Sand Ridge tribe call her "Mother Hamaka" or "Lord Hamaka".
At this moment, the elders standing around the map looked anxious and were talking in low voices.
…"The 100,000-strong army of the Holy Armored Dragon Kingdom has arrived at the Twin Tail Rift Valley. They will be able to reach the checkpoint we set up in the Quicksand Hills at the latest the day after tomorrow."
"The reinforcements provided by His Majesty the Demon King are less than a hundred people, which cannot turn the tide of the war at all. The three thousand elites led by General Kassa can only delay a little time."
"Migrate, Clan Mother! We We must evacuate to the wilderness of the southwest immediately... Even if we lose our current territory, it is better than letting the entire group be wiped out by those bloodthirsty beasts."
The elders' voices were full of anxiety, and everyone's eyes were filled with deep worry and uneasiness.
Ashemata stared at the map in silence, knowing that the worries of these elders were not unfounded.
Three thousand versus one hundred thousand, the outcome of this battle requires little guessing. It seems that the Demon King has given up on them.
As the leader of the Sand Ridge clan, she must and can only prepare for the worst.
"I understand everyone's worries..."
Her voice was calm but firm. She looked at the flags and markers on the map and finally made a decision.
"Kasa will buy us the necessary time, and what we have to do now is to preserve the fire of our tribe as much as possible with the help of His Majesty the Demon King."
She paused, and just as she was about to continue speaking, a rush of footsteps suddenly came from outside the meeting hall. A messenger rushed in panting, knelt on the ground, and shouted excitedly: "Mother of the Clan, good news came from the front line!"
"Say." The scales on Essemata's eyes moved slightly, but she didn't hold out much hope.
The messenger lowered his head and continued speaking incoherently.
"The 100,000-strong army of the Holy Ankylosaurus Kingdom was completely defeated! Not only that, the main general Bakar was killed in the battle, and the Ankylosaurus soldiers were defeated and were retreating to the rear! General Kasa and the reinforcements sent by His Majesty the Demon King held the position... Clan Mother, we won!!!"
Win...?
The entire meeting hall fell into deathly silence for an instant.
Elders, you looked at me and I looked at you. For a moment, no one said anything, and they didn’t know what expression to make.
Aiselmata was also stunned for a moment, as if she suspected that she had just heard wrong.
It took a long time to come back to her senses, her voice trembling slightly.
"Are you sure... the army of the Holy Ankylosaurus Kingdom has been repulsed?"
The messenger nodded firmly.
"It's absolutely true! I can guarantee it with my life! Although the reinforcements sent by the Demon King are less than a hundred people, they can use... uh, a special spell!"
“With the power of gods, they easily defeated the front army of the Ankylosaurus tribe and killed the enemy general Bakar in the battle! Kasa led three thousand warriors to pursue them, and the Holy Ankylosaurus Kingdom army was in chaos. The elders in the hall finally came to their senses, and excited exclamations kept coming:
“How is this...possible?”
"Unbelievable!"
"Hiss... I didn't expect that the power of this demon king's army would be so strong?!"
"Anyway, our tribe is finally saved! Master Hamaka, this must be fate!"
Aiselmata could not conceal her excitement, and her golden vertical pupils glowed with joy.
She clenched her fists, took a deep breath and said solemnly.
"It seems that we have underestimated the power of His Majesty the Demon King, and even more underestimated the importance he attaches to his allies."
She slowly turned around, with a hint of determination and respect in her eyes:
"Everyone, except Atea's I can't explain this incredible victory without my will. Fate has clearly told us that the future of the Sand Ridge clan is destined to be closely linked to His Majesty the Demon King." At this point, she paused for a moment, looked at the guard standing at the door of the tent, and said.
"Give me my order, prepare your luggage, and set off immediately! I will personally go to the northern coast to express the loyalty and surrender of the Sandridge Tribe to His Majesty the Demon King!"
"Yes!" The guard bowed and exited the tent, getting ready to leave in a hurry.
The elders in the hall all knelt down on one knee.
should be subject to your wishes; Aiselmata nodded slightly, abandoned the people and the map in the meeting hall, and strode out of the tent with her head held high, full of energy, with excitement in her golden vertical pupils.
There is no need to continue discussing migration.
With the current strength displayed by the Demon King's army, let alone an army of one hundred thousand, even if there were another one million, the outcome would probably be the same!
From now on, the Sand Ridge clan will live under the sun with their chests held high and their heads raised high, and they will no longer have to endure the arrogant and unreasonable plunder of the Holy Ankylosaurus Kingdom!
Under the protection of the Demon King, no one can threaten their survival!
There is only one thing she has to do now - to seize the future of the Sand Ridge clan!
…
The teleportation array set up by the Demon King's Army is not far from the capital of the Sand Ridge Clan, and the connecting site is located south of the Demon King's Army's fortress.
Through the magic circle that shimmered with green light, in just a moment, Essemata crossed a distance of hundreds of kilometers and reached the dense and humid rainforest near the northern coast.
The dark green light dispersed from the soles of her feet, and the unique moist air in the rainforest hit her face.
Before she could adapt to the chaotic and bumpy feeling of space, a familiar voice came from her ears.
"Sister, you are here."
Isemata followed the sound and saw her sister Thea standing in front of the teleportation array, waiting for her with a smile.
Seeing that Thea was safe, she felt relieved and stepped forward and said.
"Thea, I haven't seen you for a long time. Thank you for your hard work on the tribe."
Thea bowed slightly, smiled and shook her head.
"That is the mission given to me by Atea, and it is all right... Clan Mother, please come with me, I will take you to the camp of our envoy."
The two walked slowly through a dense forest, and soon arrived in front of the camp where the Sandridge tribe's envoy was located.
The camp is not large in scale, but it is well organized, with several simple training grounds set up around it.
"This is..."
Isemata's eyes moved slightly, and her eyes fell on the training ground aside, with a hint of surprise in her eyes.
There were one hundred young talents from the Sand Ridge tribe that she had presented to the Demon King as gifts.
They are holding daggers carefully at this moment, repeatedly practicing precise and fatal stabbing skills against the straw man model.
They move quickly, and every thrust is sharp and crisp. They are obviously specially trained for assassination and stealth operations.
It looks like they have been practicing here for a while.
"The Demon King is not satisfied with our training methods, so he plans to retrain them," Thea said softly, turning her gaze to the training ground, and then focused on a figure, "The person currently in charge of training them is Sarah... She is the Demon King's bodyguard. Of course, Intuition tells me that their relationship is not as simple as it seems. "
Aiselmata didn't care about the second half of her words. She followed her line of sight and looked in front of the seriously trained Sand Ridge warriors, and saw a slender lady standing with her hands behind her back.
She wore a close-fitting and simple light armor and battle robe, with an indifferent look that showed no trace of expression. A pair of eye-catching cat ears on her head swayed slightly. Although her expression was casual, she exuded an aura that was difficult to see through.
Intuition told Aiselmata that this guy who looked thin and inhuman was difficult to deal with!
Before she had time to ask in detail, there was a sudden movement from the tent not far away, and a tall and familiar figure walked out of the tent.
Seeing Essemata, Nirma's frosty face suddenly showed a hint of surprise, and she hurried up to meet her.
"Mother of the Clan?! Why are you here in person?"
"I'm here to express my gratitude to Lord Demon King... No need to be polite, get up quickly."
Aiselmata helped Nirma up with a gentle expression.
But the next moment, a strange look flashed across her face, and she looked at the familiar face in front of her in surprise.
The power given to her by Hamaka's bloodline allowed her to clearly feel that the aura on Nirma's body had undergone earth-shaking changes.
"Nima, your strength...has it broken through?!" Essemata's eyes widened in disbelief.
Nima did not hide anything, she bowed her head piously and confessed.
"Yes, Clan Mother... You may have felt it, that is the power given to me by His Majesty the Demon King. With the help of that Lord, I successfully broke through the bottleneck of the Holy General level and was promoted to the Divine General level."
It was indeed a breakthrough!
But...how is this possible? !
Aisemata's heart was suddenly shocked, and she was speechless, with an expression of astonishment written all over her face.
Increase the soul level...that is the power that only the legendary gods possess!
Only those who are pious enough and return to Atea's arms after death can gain greater power in the next life!
What's going on?
Nima did not seem to notice the shock of the clan mother at this moment, her face was full of expressions of incomparable admiration for His Majesty the Demon King.
That look in his eyes... seemed like he was willing to completely surrender his life and soul to him.
Thea coughed slightly, and Nirma, who was immersed in the kindness of the Demon King, came back to her senses as if she had just woken up from a dream.
She coughed dryly, quickly calmed down her expression, and respectfully retreated behind Thea.
Aisemata looked at Nirma blankly, with all kinds of thoughts flashing through her mind, but she couldn't form a sentence.
"Sister..." Thea spoke in a low voice at the right time, which brought her back to reality from the shock.
"These days... I have been wondering why he can do things that only gods can do, but because we know so little about the world outside the Great Barrier, I have never been able to find the answer."
After a pause, Thea continued.
「唯有一点我可以确信，在过去的千年里，古之大陆可能发生了我们无法预料的变化。这种变化不只是凡间，也包括天上……」
战不在兵，杀不用刀……他们所展现的力量，远远超出了她的认知。
Thea looked at Essemata's eyes seriously, with deep fear in her low voice.
"This Demon King from outside the Great Barrier is probably the newly born god on that continent. Perhaps we surrender to him just to comply with the destiny."
Aiselmata was speechless for a long time, and finally sighed softly, reorganized the expression on her face, and looked at Thea solemnly and said.
"I understand... In fact, that's exactly what I'm here for."
Thea breathed a sigh of relief, with a knowing smile on her face.
What she is most worried about is that her sister, the Reverend Clan Mother, still harbors the idea of using the Demon King and has no intention of surrendering from the bottom of her heart.
She did not have such concerns from the standpoint of the Demon King's army, on the contrary, it was for the sake of the Sand Ridge clan.
The Holy Ankylosaurus Kingdom still needs a hundred thousand troops to destroy the Sandridge tribe, but these guys... maybe a few people are enough.
Faced with the absolute disparity in power, any unnecessary things they do is just a waste of time.
But now it seems that her worries are unnecessary. The respected Lord Hamaka understands the overall situation.
While Essemata's mind was still immersed in the words of her sisters Thea and Nirma, she suddenly noticed that the flags of the Sandridge tribe did not seem to be the only ones near her mission camp.
Through the shadows of the trees in the rainforest, she could clearly see several different camps lined up one after another, with flags of different colors flying above the camps.
"Thea, who are those people?"
Isemata's eyes narrowed slightly, she vaguely guessed something, and her voice became solemn.
Thea followed her gaze and nodded slightly seriously.
"Those are envoys from other tribes, and they arrived here a little later than us. Among them are the Windhowler tribe living in the Sun Step Mountains, and the Tide Tribe living in the Gulf area... In addition, there are also some smaller lizard people forces who have also sent envoys."
Aiselmata wrinkled her scales, her eyes became playful, and she said with a half-smile.
"It seems that we are not the only ones eyeing the mighty power of the Demon King."
This group of vultures stealing rats!
Aiselmata couldn't help but cursed in her heart, it was obviously me who came first!
At this moment, she had completely forgotten that just yesterday she was still in the meeting hall discussing migration matters with the clan leaders and elders with sad faces... Obviously she herself was not convinced of the power of the Demon King from the beginning.
"Yes," Thea nodded, with a wise light shining in her vertical pupils, "Now that the Holy Armored Dragon Kingdom is clearly in decline, many forces that were originally waiting and watching have thought of defecting. They all know that if they cannot express enough sincerity and correct their position in the shortest possible time, they may miss a key historical opportunity."
Sia said this with a happy smile on her face and said softly.
“Fortunately, we made our bets earlier and were ahead of everyone else and stood firmly beside the Demon King. As a result, we got opportunities that they did not get...including Nirma breaking through the bottleneck of strength and being promoted to a god general, including the Demon King. The personal guidance of the young people in our clan.”
A god-level strongman is enough to change the balance of power between the Sand Ridge clan and other tribes, especially since this god-level strongman is still by the Demon King’s side.
And if the Quicksand Assassins of the Sand Ridge Tribe can play a greater role in the Demon King's Army, their status in the Demon King's Army will undoubtedly increase. They may even hope to replace the old overlord, the Armored Dragon Kingdom, and become the new overlord of the Janna continent!
Hhearing this, Essemata was both relieved and felt a sense of urgency.
Such a huge benefit, obviously not only she can think of. Although the Sand Ridge Tribe had some advantages because of its early bets, other forces on the Janna continent were by no means easy to deal with.
If you hesitate even a little, this weak advantage may be lost in the blink of an eye.
She took a deep breath, her eyes gradually became firmer, and she turned to Thea and Niima and said.
"It seems that we must move faster."
Even add some chips!
(End of this chapter)