Chapter 1235 157. This thing is still useful!
"Legendary!"
The rat priest screamed and fled to the edge of the magic shield.
From the beginning of their apprenticeship, warriors are inferior to mages. Only those who have advanced to become legends are qualified to compete with mages.
The legendary warrior's life level has surpassed that of human beings. His body is like that of a giant dragon. He can bathe in magma, take a sauna in dragon breath, and live for hundreds of years easily.
None of the ratmen who died in the hands of Marshal Galkin had a complete corpse. They have never seen "Tom and Jerry" and will not find it funny, only profound fear.
Realizing that they could not help the Generalissimo and might hinder him, the soldiers who followed them out of the city wall turned their attention to the rat men around them.
There are endless ratmen outside, but there are only ten times more ratmen in the magic shield...
Galkin swung his war hammer, smashing all the champion rats around him one by one, and summoned all the soldiers to charge in the opposite direction towards the rat tide.
The brilliance of blessed magic flashed over them, and the defense soldiers headed by Grand Marshal Galkin turned into a sharp arrow, easily piercing into the hinterland of the rat tide, smashing the armor of the elite rats and the bones of the wild rats, and came to the gray-haired rats. In front of the Rat Priest.
"Hiss...surrender, you human beings, you cowards...can't stop the saints!"
"Oh."
Marshal Galkin, who was covered in the stinky blood of the rat men, stretched out his big hand, pressed down the head of the gray-haired rat priest in front of all the rat men, and stuffed his head into his chest.
The rat people outside the magic shield in front of Grand Marshal Galkin suddenly dispersed, and several gray-haired rat priests walked out from behind, staring at him with unkind expressions.
The leader of the gray-haired rat priest, who was leaning on his spine, roared: "You are walking on a road of death..."
Grand Marshal Galkin threw away the headless gray rat priest like a piece of trash: "We may die, but you will definitely die."
Gemma Diatra followed the tribesmen and soldiers to clear out the last ratmen outside the city wall, gathered around Marshal Galkin, and retreated to the city wall.
The magic shield can last for ten more minutes. After it ends, Fenris Pass will have no trump cards...
The soldiers who retreated to the city wall took the time to prepare and rest. Grand Marshal Galkin handed the warhammer with a layer of disgusting flesh and flesh to his servant, and the carvings could no longer be seen. He then asked the mage to use cleaning skills to clean up the dirty blood, and asked: "What's going on over there at Hanji?"
The deputy commander quickly rushed over: "Lord Galkin, all the ratmen in the tunnel have been eliminated, but the leader of the Green Shield Knights died in the battle..."
"Waste!"
The deputy commander explained: "A group of assassin rats and elite rats sneaked in from the tunnel. The knights fighting on foot were unable to deploy in the tunnel..."
Grand Marshal Galkin interrupted him: "I don't want to hear excuses. The ratmen outside the pass are thousands of times more than ours. If the leader of the knights has not killed them back, then he is a waste."
The deputy commander changed the subject: "You have just finished fighting, please go back to the rear and rest first..."
"I've just warmed up, and you're going to let me rest?"
Marshal Galkin snorted coldly as he saw several soldiers pushing magic cannons up.
This time he didn't stop him. The last retreat in the pass has been activated... In order to survive, they must use all means.
Eight minutes later, the magic shield flickered dimly and dissipated.
The rat men outside hesitantly squirmed forward. When they found that the magic shield had disappeared, they immediately turned into new waves, crazier than before, and lapping at the city wall more densely.
Spells, fire oil, rolling stones, arrows... the war has returned to their familiar see-saw.
Bang!
A sudden loud noise tore through the night sky, sending up large amounts of dust with the magic cannon as the center.
Not only did the soldiers lose their hearing and shout when they fired unpreparedly, they also startled the nearby rats, causing them to collectively look up at the night sky. Grand Marshal Galkin followed the sound and stared at the cannonballs in the night that arced across the arc with a whistling sound. They landed on the rats hundreds of meters away, knocking off dozens of ratmen on the spot. They bounced up, fell again, and crushed out A road as bloody as falling rocks.
Finally, it stopped after breaking the calf of a wild rat.
Marshal Galkin couldn't help but let out a sigh, and couldn't help but look at some of the little warlock's inventions - mainly last year, their enemy was the devil, and hitting the devil with the magic gun was like throwing a stone into a bucket.
He walked over and asked the soldier who couldn't hear the sound to go to the back for treatment. After taking a look at the magic artillery and the solid shells in the box, he almost knew how to use it.
Marshal Galkin personally loaded a cannon shell into it, adjusted the muzzle to aim at a group of elite rats about five hundred yards away, and then picked up the torch and moved closer to the fuse.
Hiss...
"Cover your ears."
He reminded the deputy commander standing behind, watching the fuse burn shorter and shorter, and with a loud noise, the shells spurted out with tremors and flames, falling around Marshal Galkin's target, rolling and crushing dozens of rats. people.
It's more powerful than fireball, and about the same as a catapult. But it can be controlled by two people, and it doesn’t take up much space...
Marshal Galkin threw the torch to the guard aside: "Tell Annan to send you as many of these as you have!"
He was in no mood to continue staying on the city wall and rushed back to the rear camp. If I remember correctly, Annan also sent many other weapons...
The guard came over carrying a wooden box with a danger sign on it. After opening it, he placed an orichalcum firegun, which was not much larger than a dagger.
Grand Marshal Galkin was dismissive and felt that he still overestimated Annan, but he still asked the front line to send a few ratmen as targets and took a shot himself——
Bang!
The smoke rose and the loud noise from the orichalcum firecrackers even woke up the soldiers resting in the camp and rushed out to see what was going on.
The rat man who was tied up a few meters away from the generalissimo had disappeared from the chest up, leaving only his lower body standing alone.
"Hiss..."
Looking at the orichalcum firegun in his hand, Marshal Galkin took a breath of air.
“This thing is still easy to use!”
He threw the thing to the deputy commander who hurriedly caught it: "Come and try."
Warriors have always lacked long-range attack methods. Unlike rangers who have arrows and mages who have spells,
The orichalcum firegun requires no skills or magic power at all. Just aim and pull the trigger. It is simply the best weapon for warriors!
The only flaw is that not a few were delivered.
Bang!
Another rat-man exploded into a ball of blood. The deputy commander was stunned and shook his numb hand: "It's so strong...it's so powerful."
They couldn't help but look forward to a magic musket that was much larger and heavier than the orichalcum musket. However, after firing, it was discovered that it only caused a penetrating wound on the rat man's body.
"This is not good." Grand Marshal Galkin was not satisfied, but a dozen ordinary ratmen were enough.
Marshal Galkin recalled the composition of soldiers in Free City, and immediately asked the deputy commander to recruit the militiamen and adult men from the rear.
"Let Liberty City send 10,000 magic cannons, 100,000 orichalcum muskets, and 300,000 magic muskets."
"So many?"
"Since that boy dares to care about the kingdom... then let him bleed a lot!"
(End of chapter)