Chapter 922: Heaven
After several years of careful breeding and raising, the number of pterosaur riders on the lizard people's side has increased from single digits at the beginning to thirty.
This does not include some of the pterosaurs that are being domesticated and hatched.
Of course, this number is still not enough in Zhou Xu's opinion, so even now, the main task of the pterosaur riders is still to conduct aerial communications and aerial reconnaissance.
And in Zhou Xu's view, the investigation value and communication value they can provide are really not comparable to their combat effectiveness.
And now, Thoros' plan requires pterosaur riders to fly into the sky with the wood elf mages!
The weight-bearing capacity of pterosaurs is not strong, so pterosaur riders are usually green lizards who are relatively short and lighter in weight.
No one among the wood elves is particularly fat, but they are all about the same size as adult humans. The lightest one weighs an estimated 120 to 30 pounds. In addition, he still needs to carry a rider on his back. , and some corresponding equipment, which is a big challenge for pterosaurs.
This plan was made temporarily by Soros. In this situation, they have no other choice!
The space on the back of the pterosaur is limited. In order to allow the wood elf mages with no riding experience to sit as smoothly as possible, the pterosaur riders simply stood up with their stirrups and gave up their limited space to The wood elf mages.
"Sit tight! Take off!"
While shouting, the pterosaur riders pulled the reins in their hands, and the pterosaur's relatively strong legs exerted a little force, matching the flapping movements of its wings, and prepared to fly. Towards the sky.
As a result, the unprecedented weight made them almost overturn. They quickly flapped their wings several times before they finally stabilized their bodies and slowly took off.
The presence of the wood elf mages has significantly affected the flying speed of the pterosaur.
Fortunately, they are flying in the air. As long as they ensure the flying height, they will basically not encounter any danger. The slower they go, the slower they go.
However, this slower speed still makes the wood elves feel frightened when they go to heaven for the first time.
Feeling the high-altitude cross wind blowing on their faces at this moment, even Locke, who could still say something harsh before, now turned pale and could not speak. The words came.
If you fall from this height, you will be shattered to pieces?
No, no! It was a direct death without a complete body!
At that time on the wall, they had seen that these rat slave soldiers and their clansmen were eaten. If they fell, they would become food in the belly of these rat men in an instant!
At the thought of this, the wood elf mages felt a shudder.
The whole process of the pterosaur riders from landing on the wall to taking off should not be too obvious. The rat men on the opposite side naturally noticed their presence at the first time.
But it doesn’t matter to them, it doesn’t pose a threat to them anyway.
The pterosaur riders flew over the battlefield in a steady and unhurried state.
“We’ve arrived!”
When they heard the sound, their bodies froze, and the wood elf mages, including John, looked down cautiously.
Good guy! The height instantly made them feel dizzy, as if they were about to fall down in the next second.
And this is because the pterosaur riders have deliberately lowered their flying altitude.
"The mission begins!!"
Taking a deep breath, forcing down the nervousness and discomfort in the air environment, John shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Relax, our task is not complicated, and it should even be very simple for us."
Having said this, John took another breath. "I know that everyone is not used to the high-altitude environment, but on the bright side, the Rat Man can't fly, and our current situation is absolutely safe!"
Training with the previous team The situation was completely different at that time. It was not until this moment that John officially revealed his potential as a commander.
Hearing John's words, many wood elf mages slowly relaxed.
Yes, compared to the wall area, they are flying in the sky now, and the rat men can't reach them at all. Isn't it safer?
With the emergence of this idea, gradually, the wood elf mages no longer felt nervous at the beginning.
After adjusting their own posture and signaling the pterosaur riders to fly lower, they all reached into their arms and took out a palm-sized bag, which was filled with thumb-sized pills. oblate beans.
The wood elf mages grabbed a handful and threw them directly downwards.
During this period, the rat men below naturally noticed their movements, but they had no idea what they were doing, let alone how to respond.
Without hesitation, after scattering those oblate beans, the wood elf mages, including John, adjusted their breathing again, and then chanted quickly.
At the same time, on the battlefield, the rat troll was quickly grabbing rat-man flying barrels one after another and throwing them towards the southern fortress in the distance.
The Rat Man marked by the Blood Explosion Technique will self-destruct after a certain amount of time, so he must move quickly.
After throwing one, immediately reach out and grab the next one.
As a result, he failed to catch it. The flying bucket seemed to be dragged by something. The resistance made the rat troll couldn't help but look down.
At that moment, looking at the dark green vines that were constantly crawling out from under the barrel at a speed visible to the naked eye, the rat troll couldn't help blinking his eyes. His slightly dull face showed that he didn't understand what was going on at all. .
But his instinct of action made him reach out subconsciously, intending to tear off the vine.
“It’s uncomfortable. Break it, break it!”
However, this grab caused the vines to crawl along his palm and onto his body.
At this moment, the rat man in the flying barrel exploded with a bang. The black-red plasma overflowed from the gap in the flying barrel and stained the surface of the vines, making a 'sizzling' sound. sound.
But the twisting vine obviously didn't care about this. It was still crawling against the object, growing longer and longer, and even growing new branches.
The rat troll ignored this and continued to pull the vines, but the vines were pulling more and more, and in just a short time, they had covered his whole body!
At the same time, the surrounding rat soldiers who were responsible for watching over the rat trolls were also facing the same situation.
“What the hell! What’s going on?!”
“Where did these vines grow from?”
"Where's the knife? Get the knife quickly!"
"..."
Amidst the screams of the rat men, vines grew crazily with the rat trolls' throwing position as the center. Start giving this battlefield a new color!
(End of this chapter)