Chapter 2058: Chapter 687: Spirit of Anger of Blackflame Mountain Pass, the Hour of Vengeance Has Come!

The Voodoo Priests of the Pī zhǎo Clan are skilled in Meteorite Skills, but this doesn’t mean they are equally adept at the Earthquake Skill.

Even though both are higher spells within the Psychic System of the earth, there are considerable differences in the casting principles between them. Wolf People themselves lack the innate ability to use psychic energy; their expertise in voodoo spells doesn’t enhance their strength in this area.

Therefore, the spellcasters of the Claw Chief Mother, though they exhausted themselves to shake the Blackflame Mountain Pass, could only extend the range of the Earthquake Skill to the fifth frontline before they could proceed no further.

The Earth Priests under Lord Hether’s command reacted swiftly.

These dwarves, truly beloved by the earth, quickly used runes to halt the spread of ground fissures. They then began to repair the torn ground and attempted to use earth spells to crush the Ratmen’s tunnels, preventing these rather ugly creatures from spreading in the chaotic first one-third of the front line.

However, the attacks of the Wolf People were almost seamless.

As the Earth Priests attempted to block the underground tunnels, Grand Marshal Huggesen had already led the excited Wolf People army in a sweeping advance. The shattered ground couldn’t halt the swift Wolf People’s assaults, and even the fragmented terrain could not stop this tidal invasion.

Most importantly, the Ratmen continuously gushing from underground did not attack the Wolf People; their attack methods were almost identical to that of the Gnolls, but they were obviously more mindless and ferocious than the Gnolls.

The terrifying numerical advantage, paired with a fearless morale, immediately brought secondary damage to this disaster-stricken site.

The Retinue Army, who had barely survived the earthquake, was completely divided. They struggled against the Ratmen, and the moment the Wolf People surged forward, there were hardly any survivors left on the first line of defense.

The players were doing fine, except for those unlucky ones who died in the earthquake and Gnolls’ surprise attack; the rest hid in the few still-standing fortified bunkers as quickly as possible.

But the Wolf People did not send out any men to clear them out. Instead, they charged forward in one go, determined to capture more positions before the chaos ended.

However, the players couldn’t break through.

Because apart from the Wolf People, there were numerous Gnolls and Ratmen barricading them in. These dog-headed creatures seemed to treat this as a “can-opening” game, frantically attacking the fortified bunker walls with their rudimentary weapons.

Such an assault could never destroy the defenses, but the frenzied howls of those bastards made the players hiding inside grind their teeth.

“Damn it! I’m going out there to kill those bastards!”

The eyes of the Giant Shark in the bunker widened, bloodshot, he roared, restless like a prowling tiger, each strike outside the bunker seeming like a provocation.

“Calm down!”

Wounded all over, Old Qin sat further inside the bunker.

He was receiving treatment from the Priest of Avalon, “Fist Mama,” embarrassed to say, most of Lord Qin’s injuries were caused by Terrain Kills during the earthquake, and a small part was gnawed out by the Ratmen.

For a warrior, it was somewhat disgraceful to have wounds caused by rats.

Like the dozens of other players in the bunker, he felt pent-up, but relying on his experience, he suppressed his emotions and turned to speak to the old soldier of Qing dynasty, his deputy, who also survived:

“Has the communication of the Calculating Pearl been restored?”

“No, the pearl continuously shows it’s in a complex psychic energy environment. It seems the Wolf People have tampered with it, causing it to be temporarily out of service.”

The old soldier of Qing dynasty cursed and spat bitterly, saying:

“I’ve already posted on the forum, reporting the coordinates of several bunkers, but those half-baked players might not be able to find our location on the map.

The post mentioned that many people are trapped underground, they’re not dead, and some NPCs are also alive, but if we don’t quickly find a way for them, once the Wolf People and Gnolls disperse, they’re dead for sure.

Additionally, Old Chen requested in the post that we should not retreat to the rear positions.

He said there are problems in the later positions too. Some damned Heretical Sect manipulated the design and construction of the positions, buried a huge pit full of corpses beneath, and the undead there have already been awakened. A leader-level Silver Dwarf Lord is holding them back.

But that hidden danger might break out soon.”

“Crap! It’s completely falling apart, this battlefield situation turned into such a mess.”

Old Qin cursed.

He was a bit frustrated, and beside him, Stick Brother shrugged and handed him a Dwarf Pipe.

Old Qin looked a bit surprised at this quite antique thing, but he quickly responded, holding it in his mouth while Cheche flicked a flame to light it for him.

After taking a few deep puffs, the old military head stood up, walked to the spread-out topographic map of the Blackflame Mountain Pass, and examined it closely.

He said:

“Now the Wolf People’s army is assaulting towards the rear. Outside, they’re all Gnolls and Ratmen. These two creatures lack destructive power, so as long we’ve assembled a thousand-strong team and move quickly enough, we might break through before the Wolf People completely occupy these defensive ruins.”

“The problem is, where to go?”

Stick Brother rubbed his temples and said:

“The Wolf People are everywhere. Even if we could pull back to the rear positions, we’d have to fight the undead. The Blackflame Mountain Pass is finished. The situation has deteriorated to a point where it’s beyond saving.