Same day

Game time pm17:48

The extreme north of the realm of innocence, somewhere within the sacred mountain Sumir

"Hurry up! Hurry up!"

The gorgeously dressed and pot-bellied Grihuan Jinxian urged loudly. The robe costing at least two thousand gold coins was almost soaked with sweat. The light green round face was full of panic, and he was wearing a

With two huge dark circles under his eyes, he looked tired and haggard, and the private soldiers surrounding him and the large number of colleagues from the Whispering Sect who were not surrounding him were not much better.

They have been running for nearly a day and a night. Even if most of the people in this team can recover their physical strength and energy with the power of whispers, such a long period of rapid march still puts a huge burden on everyone.

Those with high-level combat prowess or those who are deeply immersed in the Whispering Doctrine are fine, but those NPCs who have only experienced one baptism and whose magical attainments are only at the same level as Goshawk have begun to fall into a high degree of fatigue.

On the one hand, they have not slept a wink since last night until now, and are trapped in a state of high mental stress. On the other hand, they have been highly overdrawn by continuously using the power of whispers to replenish their physical strength, and it is difficult to squeeze out any more strength.

There is always a limit to deceiving yourself. Even if your muscles and bones are temporarily deceived and feel lame, you will still feel sore when the lie is over.

Of course, this is only for the ordinary level of whispering power. If it can be used with a higher-quality evil god's art, such as Lucius Lestrange or Archbishop Eden, it will be used.

There won't be any load due to the operation of "restoring physical strength and mental strength". Of course, if those two were here, the reinforcements gathered here from all over the Northeast Continent wouldn't be running like this.

Well, it’s time for Huo Yanyang and the others to run away...

However, Griphook Golden Thread is neither Lucius nor Eden. He is just a person who actively approached the Whispering Sect to exchange funds for power in order to further his business.

There is no opponent in the shopping mall, but in the current battlefield, the role he can play is very limited if he uses money to turn himself into a 'whispering bishop'.

But even so, the choice he made was still not wrong. After he had just received the latest combat intention conveyed by Goshawk, and was immediately attacked by an unknown attack, there was indeed nothing wrong with his decision to retreat immediately. What's more,

What's more, he was still thinking about whether to fight back at the beginning.

After all, the Whispering Sect would not randomly appoint a real mediocre person to be in charge of a large army, even if it is a disparate group of stragglers.

So the approach of pulling the ring is correct.

And as long as his approach is correct, there is absolutely no way he can deviate from the plans No. 1 to 3 prepared by Mo Tan in advance.

In fact, even if he made a wrong judgment, it would still be difficult to escape from the scope of plan No. 4 to No. 9.

Just like playing chess, if you want to break the game, reverse it or go further, your choices are always limited, but if you go beyond this choice, it is probably a bad move.

It is true that there are people who can use ingenious strategies to get out of the box, but according to Mo Tan's judgment, at least among the Whispering Cultists Sumir faced, such people did not exist.

To sum up, the entire battle situation...at least the entire battle situation so far is still within Mo Tan's control, and there is no such thing as super.

"Master Jinxian..."

A black shadow fell from the sky, and on the round gryphon, the knight with a sinking face nodded to Griphook Golden Thread and said respectfully: "I'm back."

"Mr. Goshawk!"

Griphook immediately showed an expectant look, staring at the opponent with a pair of eyes that were already a little distracted due to fatigue, and asked in a trembling voice: "Are those damn heretics still behind?"

Goshawk said nothing, but shook his head tiredly.

"Damn it!"

Griphook immediately roared angrily and gritted his teeth: "Aren't those damn bastards tired?"

Goshawk gave a bitter smile, shook his head in a low voice and said, "I'm afraid they really won't be tired."

"Speed ​​up, let everyone speed up!"

Griphook grabbed his thick gray hair, looked around at his colleagues who were obviously starting to lose strength, tapped his throat with his index finger, and said in a deep voice: "We are almost arriving at Snow Dove Hill.

Already, the main force led by Lord Lucius is there to support you. Please support me."

With the blessing of [Silent Thought], most people heard his order, and after knowing that they were about to be safe, they gritted their teeth and increased their speed by half.

Griphook laughed dryly at the knight who also showed obvious fatigue: "Mr. Goshawk, please get in the car and take a rest. After a while, I hope you will send a message to Lord Lucius and ask him to send someone."

Meet us."

"You will be of service."

Goshawk didn't show any pretense, and after feeding Dudu half a bottle of potion, he jumped to the car where Grihuan was, sat cross-legged in the corner, and began to close his eyes and meditate.

And this team also speeded up under Grihuan's urging and instigation again, and drove with all their strength in the direction of Snow Dove Hill, just to get rid of the pursuers behind them!

Those cruel, terrifying, murderous, tireless, haunting, pursuers who do not actually exist.

That's right, those so-called pursuers don't actually exist...

In fact, as early as three hours ago, Huo Yanyang, who had always been hanging on the back of this cultist team, had quietly turned around.

As for Griphook's misjudgment, in the final analysis it was just a misunderstanding deliberately created.

As a player who belongs to the Whispering Sect in this regional world mission, Goshawk is not allowed to lie to his own people in principle, and he did so. He did not say it in front of Lucius before.

Half a lie is the same in front of Griphook Golden Thread.

From last night to now, as the most mobile scout in the air, Goshawk will ride Dudu for high-altitude reconnaissance every once in a while. In the process, until Huo Yanyang leads people to turn away, Goshawk

The reports were all truthful truths like 'the enemy is still chasing us', but after the mixed force that called itself the 'Survey Corps' turned around, Goshawk's expression changed...

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When he, who had not slept for almost the whole day (although this did not matter), tiredly drove Dudu back to the pull ring and shook his head with a bitter look on his face, everything was lost.

[It’s incredible, the pursuers are already incredible, we don’t even have a hair on our backs.]

The goshawk shook his head and thought so.

[You haven’t given up yet? You haven’t given up yet! Why haven’t those damn guys given up yet! Are they invincible!?]

Griphook thought as he looked at the goshawk shaking his head vigorously.

Then Goshawk said truthfully: "I'm afraid they really won't be tired."

After all, most of the people in Huo Yanyang's group are players. Although there are physical limits, players who are at least one level less sleepy than NPCs are always much more energetic than these expelled cultists.

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As a result, forty minutes later, the Whispering Sect support troops, who were exhausted from top to bottom, finally arrived at their destination, which was within the control area of ​​the main mountain-attacking troops in Snow Dove Hill.

At this point, the remaining strength of the support force is 3,253, minus Goshawk, who is part of the main force attacking the mountain. A total of 448 people have been lost, including the players who were shocked and offline last night.

There were about 200 people. The total number of players and NPCs who disappeared during the chaos was less than 100, and another 100 people were actually killed by the "Survey Corps".

Obviously, the massive raid last night did not cause much damage to the Whispering Sect's support troops, so even if all those who were offline and those who escaped were counted as killed, it was far from being injured.

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but......

They lost Chui Xuefeng's camp, they were forced to join the main force unplanned, they almost exhausted themselves to the point of collapse, and they... brought wrong intelligence to Lucius.

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Game time pm18:39

Within the territory of the Holy Mountain Sumir, the command post of the main force attacking the mountain in the northeastern parish of Snow Jiuqiu

"You mean, you were attacked by a force that was no less numerous than our own?"

Lucius Lestrange narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at the 'Whispering Bishop' Griphook Golden Thread in front of him, and asked in a low voice: "Then you ran away for almost a day and a night before you felt this place?"

The latter nodded vigorously and said hoarsely: "Yes, sir."

"But you don't seem to have much to lose."

Lucius stared into Griphook's eyes and said word by word: "I need an explanation, an explanation for why you were 'forced' into such an embarrassing situation, and even the basic structure did not suffer much wear and tear.

Being chased for nearly twenty hours but only losing less than 30% of our combat power is really weird, isn't it?"

Griphook swallowed nervously and plucked up the courage to say: "They attacked from the south. We reacted quite quickly, because under the order of Archbishop Eden, our subordinates organized everyone to carry out the attack as soon as possible after the attack on the camp.

We broke through and discovered in the process that the enemy had not made arrangements in the northern part of the camp, so after losing nearly a hundred people, we successfully distanced ourselves from the enemy."

Lucius' brows jumped slightly after hearing the words 'the enemy has not made arrangements in the northern part of the camp': "Go on."

"Then, well, maybe because it was dark at that time, the enemy did not rush in. This made them waste an opportunity to bite us, at least this is what my subordinates think."

While Griphook was making a defense that he had prepared all the way, he carefully observed Lucius's expression and continued: "After that, we began to reorganize order on the road, but the enemy did not seem to coordinate the arrangements.

Although the offensive was fierce, it was relatively dispersed. Instead of interfering with our speed, it actually slowed down their own rhythm. Later... after dawn, they accelerated their pursuit, but in the same exhausted situation

, with the blessing of our Lord’s divine power, we are faster, so..."

Lucius did not let him continue, but raised his hand and interrupted: "What is the specific composition of the enemies you encountered?"

"What is the... specific composition?"

"Professional matching, average combat power, racial ratio."

Lucius frowned and explained lightly.

Then Griphook became sweaty. Although he did give a reasonable explanation just now, when Lucius asked him in such detail, he really couldn't give an answer after running away desperately from the beginning.

Fortunately, the goshawk standing aside helped him out in time.

"Master Griphook has been working hard to maintain order, so he shouldn't be able to see it clearly."
To be continued...