Chapter 830 61. Hi
The tide of rats keeps coming, and the soldiers can use the terrain to maintain the front line relatively easily.
But with the emergence of a large number of "iron cans", the pressure suddenly increased. The magic gun can only penetrate the weak points of the elite rat's armor within 70 meters.
If you ignore this distance a little, the Rat Man will rush into your face.
Fortunately, it was just a mixed rat tide. Under the non-stop shooting of Hellfire, the rat tide was suppressed a hundred meters away, and the rolling of the elite rats would hit more rat people.
The light of the advanced illumination gradually dimmed, and when it turned into the second dim moonlight, the elf mage released the spell again.
A new light spell rises, re-illuminating the darkness surging outside the camp.
Countless rat-men are densely packed on the surface of Hell Mountain...
"We need pesticides..."
Fermi sighed, Squeeze to the front line and fight with your magic musket yourself.
Cure the plague, one bullet at a time.
The battle continues.
The rat men were dying every second, falling with long wails, but the ones who were most stressed were the soldiers stationed on the top of the mountain.
The endless tide of rats comes, as if they will never be finished. The gray top of the mountain was dyed scarlet and spread on the hillside, forming a smooth carpet of flesh and blood.
Lochran mechanically pulled the trigger and loaded the ammunition.
He was already unconscious. Lockran was trying to distinguish whether it was the bullet or himself that was shot out by the magic gun. The sounds around him seemed to disappear, and something on his body was getting hotter and hotter——
Hiss...
Lochran, who was instinctively cleaning the rifling, was suddenly burned by the heat. He retracted his hand from touching the hot barrel and woke up from numbness.
The gunshots all around became clearer again, and Lochran raised his head. Under the pale light, Legion Commander Femi was roaring something loudly, but he was drowned in the continuous gunfire.
He looked at the battle line and found that at some point, the Elite Rat had rushed within fifty meters.
There seems to be no end to the killing of these rat-man elites...
"Damn it! Don't their armors cost money!?"
Lockran cursed and found that his voice was extremely dry, like It's a duck that has been choked.
He knew that he had inhaled too much smoke from magic guns. If it hadn't been for the mountain wind, the camp would have been shrouded in smoke by now.
Opening the bullet bag with trembling hands, at this time, Lockran suddenly saw the orcs wearing only coats running to the front line.
They are about to use their trump card!
When the soldiers could almost smell the bad breath from the roar of the elite rats, the orcs pushed the rolling stone that had been prepared for a long time.
The Rolling Stone turned from slow to fast. Lockran saw with his own eyes that the magic gun hitting the breastplate would only explode a ball of sparks. In front of the Rolling Stone, he looked like... a sand sculpture of Nia who was pushed down by him, and said nothing. He disappeared without a sound under the rolling stone, blending into the carpet of flesh and blood.
Dozens of rolling stones were driven out of the camp one after another. The rolling stones bounced, creating a kilometer-long bloody road from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain without any obstacles.
The horrific death stopped even the Rat Man's momentum.
"Let me do it!"
A young soldier excitedly wanted to push out a rolling stone himself, but he overestimated the weight and his own physical strength. Not only did he fail to push the stone out, but it also let the stone roll back. The stone rolled out of grooves and crushed him underneath, shattering several of his ribs.
I didn’t expect that the first attrition would be so...funny.
But it’s better than having a rat-man bite your throat.
After the first wave of rolling stones, Hellfire regained control of the battle line to a hundred meters, and even crushed thousands of meters of rolling stones, which had a far-reaching impact-the number and density of the following ratmen were even greater. A section was missing until a new wave of rats came up.
The orcs moved out again, but instead of rolling stones they used logs.
The logs are lighter in weight, and their lethality cannot be compared with rolling stones, nor can they crush the ratmen into a pulp. However, the logs several meters long knocked down a large number of ratmen, and brought down a large number of ratmen again. More ratmen were recruited, which greatly slowed down the pressure on the front, and even advanced to the initial projectile range. The soldiers took a breath and looked away from the hell-like fleshy hillside, looking at the moonlight, the night sky, and the goblins pushing out rolling stones and logs from Liberty City.
At least they don’t have to worry about the rat men falling from the sky... On the contrary, they need to worry about the rat men.
Fermi raised his head and stared at the moonlight that was about to rise above his head.
It's late at night, hasn't Ilimoyas taken action yet?
"When will the rat priest appear?" he asked Belial.
"When you are least prepared. Remember, gray rats are a group of cunning monsters. When you relax, they will sound the death knell."
……
The Skaven Priest never showed up...
Ilimoyasi and her white dragon were sleeping quietly on the adjacent peaks of Hell Mountain, letting the sea of rat-men flow from the foot of the mountain, waiting for the rat-man priest to appear.
They are the key to ending the battlefield directly. Even the dragons don't want to be touched by the evil energy that surrounds them with curses and weakness.
So unless Hell Mountain cannot hold on, Ilimoyas will wait for the rat priest to show up.
The cold vertical pupils patrolled back and forth at the foot of Hell Mountain, from the moon rising to the sky, and then falling...
In the dark hours before dawn, Ilimayas suddenly stretched out her huge Dragon Wings.
Found it...
Several rays of fluorescent green evil energy suddenly lit up on the mountainside of Hell Mountain, shooting towards the top of the mountain.
Crack——
As if something shattered, the mage group that maintained the magic barrier in the center of Hell Mountain suffered serious backlash as the magic barrier was shattered.
“Aim at the Rat Priest!” Femi roared.
But Ilimoyas arrived faster than expected. The dark blue lightning, which was different from evil energy, fell towards the rat priest as Ilimayas took a deep breath. Then he took the white dragon to dive.
On the top of the mountain, blood was bleeding from the corners of the eyes of the leader of the mage group. He no longer cared about his image and climbed up and shouted: "Prepare the last magic!"
The surviving mages who have not been backlashed by the magic squeezed out the last magic power. As the spell is completed, their staffs completely transform into fire sticks.
The wind blowing from the hills suddenly sent out a biting chill, and the snow-white coldness fell from the top of the head.
Elimayas led a group of white dragons to entangle the rat priest. The last spell formed by the mage group was not dispelled. After a short period of coldness, the cold wind in the camp disappeared and turned into the eye of the storm, replaced by the camp. A sloping blizzard blew a few meters away.
The rat people lost their sight, and the snow fell on the ground, was trampled, melted, and condensed into ice. If they climb one meter, they will slide down three meters.
The looming outline of the rat men in the blizzard gradually disappeared. The blizzard only lasted a few minutes, but when it disappeared, all the rat men also disappeared.
The brilliance of magic shines again, and the hillside is covered with snow, as if the war is just an illusion.
“Have we repelled the rat tide?”
A centurion seemed unable to believe it, because dawn had not yet arrived.
"Temporarily... they just came to say hello to us..."
"Say hello?"
Beryl breathed a long sigh of relief, and his face showed a trace of relaxation after the war, as well as a full smile. of fear.
"They are saying...Hi."
(End of Chapter)