Four Split Personalities

"A delightful war song."

Priest Ferman rolled up his wide sleeves and clenched his large fists, his eyes slightly bloodshot: "Although my faith lies with the Lord and not the ancestors, no orc can suppress the fervor within themselves in such a situation."

Feather Song, standing beside him, glanced at him with a light laugh, her fair face flushed with a touch of red: "Not just orcs, Mr. Priest, even I’m feeling the urge to rush to the front line and clash blades with those rotten corpses."

"We have to thank the Black Vatican Priest."

Priest Ferman chuckled heartily and shrugged: "Although he says any commander could have thought of such a detail, I still sincerely want to praise him."

Feather Song looked at the figure standing with his hands behind his back in the open space of the camp not far away, shaking her head slightly: "It’s actually just because he’s cowardly."

"Ah?"

"Never mind."

The female assassin smacked her lips and did not continue the topic, although she was one of the few who knew the insider story of this arrangement. At the moment, Feather Song clearly wasn’t in the mood to share it with Priest Ferman.

The idea to use [Bloodlust War Drum] to steady the troops’ morale actually came from something very simple. It was from when Motan was previously subdued by the hundreds of mutants at Deer Hill, during which his legs went weak. Although he had quickly adjusted his mindset, he did not forget the fear he felt, nor did he inflate his ego to hide this. Instead, he honestly spoke out about the incident and began to wonder if some very brave, very strong, and very ambitious warriors would be intimidated or even frightened in the face of a situation they had never encountered before.

Motan did not think this was an unfounded concern...

Especially after the Soul’s Requiem plan was finalized, he felt that there would definitely be quite a few people, perhaps the majority, who would be overwhelmed when faced with tens of thousands of grotesque and frenzied undead swarming towards them. So, he started thinking of solutions early on.

And then he came up with this idea.

So, that guy, who in many people’s eyes was seen through a filtered lens, wasn’t really a Prophet or flawless in calculations. Okay, maybe he did have a knack for leading everyone in a fight, but at least in this case, it was purely out of empathy.

Because he had felt cowardly, uneasy, and lost his composure, he felt others might feel cowardly, uneasy, and lose their composure too. That was all.

But one had to admit, the effect was indeed good...

Feather Song rolled her eyes; at least those fellows who were trembling while sending her nonsense messages a few minutes ago had mostly shut up. A few emotionally driven individuals even shamelessly claimed they were joking earlier, and they were now ready to fight those rotten corpses fiercely.

This was a good start, and a good start is half the battle. As for the other half...

Well, the ship is nearly at the bridge now. As for whether it will pass smoothly or sink, that’s up to fate.

All her people needed to do was to do their best in everything they could, and to fulfill all of that guy’s orders as perfectly as possible. That would be enough.

"Brother Ferman, you should go join the heavy intercept squad now."

It seemed Motan, who had just been in a daze, turned to look at the two and said in a deep voice: "And Feather Song, leave the coordination of the second line of defense and contact with the Twin Cities to you."

"Okay!"

"Understood."

The two answered without any hesitation.

"Then I’ll head to the first line of defense."

Motan smiled and then took out a whistle and gently blew it. A few seconds later, a completely white warg ran over from somewhere unknown and affectionately rubbed against his arm.

Seeing Motan skillfully mount the warg, Ferman suddenly asked with some hesitation: "Are you really planning to go to the front line?"

"Of course."

"But you are our Commander, Hei Fan! You know what I mean."

"Of course, I do, but as you said..."

Hei Fan shrugged and said with a smile: "I am, after all, still a commander."

...

Game Time AM 11:51

Hoðr Mountain Pass, two kilometers south of the first line of defense, Interface Zero

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! We must retreat quickly; we have one minute left! The last minute!"

The dwarf thief in brown leather armor looked nervously at his friends’ list and shouted while hopping: "Those things are already coming over! Commander ordered an immediate retreat to the intercept formation; if we don’t leave now, we won’t be able to!"

Not far away, several dozen thieves in leather armor, form-fitting clothes, or half-body light armor responded with a thunderous roar and quickly formed into several not-so-disciplined columns within the next ten seconds.

"Dino! What are you doing! Get over here!"

The leading Thief saw a companion still squatting on the ground and frantically digging, and immediately bellowed furiously, "Forget that damn hole, hurry up and retreat! Do you want to drag us to our deaths with you?!"

"You guys go first!"

The Goblin Thief named Dino shook his head and continued to dig tirelessly. He shouted loudly, "There’s a problem with this fuse, if I don’t fix it, at least twenty pounds of Blast Crystals won’t go off!"

The Dwarf thief picked up a stone and threw it at Dino, cursing, "Get back here, we can do without those twenty pounds!"

Dino wiped the sweat off his brow with his hand, then stopped digging and started fiddling with the delicate copper tool in his hands, "Don’t worry, I’ve got a bold idea that relies on these twenty pounds of Blast Crystals!"

"Damn it, you guys go ahead!"

The Dwarf named Fertilizer Flowers Can Fly waved vigorously at the dozens of Thieves behind him, then called out to Dino, "Tell me your bold idea then go with them, I’ll stay and handle it."

"No need."

"I am... well, I damn well know I won’t die, so spit it out quick!"

"Sorry, you don’t have that talent."

"Do you Goblins have something against all Dwarfs or..."

"I’ve got nothing against you, I’m telling the truth, you really don’t have that ’talent’, and I’m also a player, so get moving if you understand."

"Fuck!"

The Dwarf Thief gaped at the Goblin who had been with him in ’Trap Squad’ for several days, always seeming sluggish, "Then why didn’t you say anything when Feather Song hinted we should sign up..."

"None of your damn business."

Dino replied without looking up.

"Tough guy! I’ll add you as a friend later."

Fertilizer Flowers Can Fly, no longer hesitating, flipped the bird at Dino and without another word, immediately sprinted northwards, following those who had left before him.

Twelve seconds later

"Phew, that should do it."

Dino, looking at the fuse he had finally repaired using [Trap Mastery] with satisfaction, nodded approvingly, then sat on the ground with a thud.

Almost simultaneously, the ground began to tremble slightly, accompanied by countless, indistinct howling sounds coming from a distance.

"Timed it just right."

Dino pinched his large ears, squinted his eyes towards the dark, endless swarm of figures rapidly approaching, and exhaled deeply, "Damn, do I really have to tell you that I’ve always concealed my player identity because I was always ready to slip away? If I had known it would come to this, I definitely would have befriended Feather Song the first chance I got, damn it..."

He wasn’t going to waste his level twenty-something; as soon as something seemed off, he’d be ready to leave, so he definitely couldn’t let any other players look down on him by getting involved. This was what Dino thought up until an hour ago.

But now...

[Fancy Blowing Something Up?]

Active Talent

Usage: 1/1

Effect: Increases the radius of your designated explosive or the next explosion-related skill by 100%, boosts damage by 80%, and shortens the detonation time to 5% of the usual.

[Note: Tell me, do you want to mature a bit with me?]

Dino sighed as he leaned closer to the fuse next to him, lazily stood up, "I really hope my next character could be an Elf or a Half-Dragon or something..."

At this very moment, the leading mutants, numbering in the hundreds, were nearly upon him, and Dino could even see their twisted, ferocious expressions and the drool at the corners of their mouths.

"Bye-bye..."

BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

...

Requiem, third phase, the first sacrifice from the combined forces of Misha County—Goblin Thief Dino (Player/Chaotic Kindhearted).

Cause of death—using a special talent to detonate two hundred and forty-seven pounds of [Blast Crystals], achieving Mutual Destruction with over three hundred Mutants.

Chapter Four Hundred Thirty-One: The End