Chapter 831 62. Halftime
The Skaven's first night attack left more than a million corpses, but it seemed they were the losers...
They were almost "greeted" The Skaven penetrated the defense line.
Whether they realized that "there is no need to attack Hell Mountain", or something happened on other fronts that attracted their attention, the soldiers took the time to rest.
Beryl lay on the edge of the camp, staring at the surging darkness.
"What are you looking at?"
"Are they temporary, or have they given up." Belial didn't look back, "We'd better pray that they don't take us seriously."
What Belial said was unpleasant, but Fermi did not refute it.
He is right. From the north to the south, the thirteen clans of ratmen forced humans to put aside their past grudges and form an alliance. Why are they blocking the McKeon clan? With 5,000 ordinary people who can only pull a trigger? "
The rangers stopped shooting, their fingers cut by the bow strings were dripping with blood. There were no mages to treat them, because they had endured the greatest pressure and suffered the most serious injuries.
Once the evil energy falls on the camp, everyone will lose resistance.
The mages were pouring potions into their mouths, wondering if they could recover before the rat men's new attack.
At this time, the goblin ran out of the ground, holding a magic scroll and a recovery potion. He tore the scroll open for free, restored the spirit of the soldiers, and distributed the potions to the tired soldiers.
Femi has a deeper understanding of what Mr. Annan meant when he said, "War is fought for money."
Originally the person who was hit should have been killed...
Broken Tooth and Miller hid in the underground warehouse all night, and couldn't help but followed the goblin and ran out. The result was that the soldiers raised their heads after receiving the medicine and suddenly vomited.
"What's going on?" The centurion came over.
"The rat people are all the same. When I see broken teeth, it's like seeing those rats that were beaten to pieces and turned into meat..."
"Ugh——"
< br>Weak retching and angry sounds came from the side: "Stop talking..."
"That's because you are useless. Why am I fine?" The centurion patted the soldier on the head and apologized to Broken Tooth, "Don't mind, they are just too fragile."
"Hank ! You just became a warrior a few months earlier than us. It’s nothing special. We can do it too in the future.” Hank said proudly.
The surrounding soldiers laughed and cursed.
"That's how it should be! The dejected look on your faces just now made me angry. If you don't know, you thought we lost!" A laugh sounded from the side.
Centurion Hank stood up straight: "Instructor Lyric!"
Lyric waved his hand: "I am no longer your instructor, now we are comrades-in-arms."
" I became a warrior because of your training, and you will always be my instructor." Hank said stubbornly.
Lyric smiled happily and was about to say something when he suddenly raised his head.
A few seconds later, Hank heard the faint sound of wind coming from above his head.
Several shadows appeared in the night sky.
Elimayas and the white dragons set off a gust of wind and fell into the open space.
These behemoths, which are like miracles of the Creator, bring an indescribable sense of security. Even if they fall into a rat tide, they will be instantly submerged.
Femi stared at the blood-stained dragon claws of Ilimayas and frowned.
"Are you injured?" He stepped forward and asked.
The blue dragon was injured, how should he explain it to Lord Annan...
"Three champion rats, their injuries are a hundred times worse than mine." Ilimoyasi said nonchalantly.
The elf mage Ymir came over with an empty potion bottle and stared at the wounds on the claws of the Ilimayas dragon: "Are you still useful?"
The words just came out. Falling, the cold dragon eyes suddenly descended on Ymir along with the condensed dragon power.
They are all masters. Ymir was not affected at all and said frankly: "I help the Lord Annan collect it."
Ilimoyasi's vertical pupils gradually softened. As the spell was cast, the dragon's blood in the wound separated and turned into a blood mass surging with powerful power, which fell into the potion bottle.
"Have you solved the rat priest?" Fermi asked at this time.
Elimayas: shook the dragon's head: "They are very careful, but they should be scared, and they dare not run rashly near you anymore." This is good news, they don't need it for the time being. Worried about the Skaven Priest.
“Cough cough cough…”
Locklan withdrew his gaze and looked at his comrade next to him who was coughing violently: "What's wrong with you?"
"It seems to be the cold... I'm fine." The soldier shook his dizzy head.
A few more coughs rang out from all over the camp. When they had time, they lit the campfire again and broke into a sweat with the hot soup cooked by the goblins.
The moon is about to disappear in the mountains in the west, while the horizon in the east gradually lights up with a faint light.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief...
Although daylight will not affect the Skaven attack, the bright environment will always make people relax.
The dawn of August 9 finally arrived.
There are three days left until August 12th.
......
In the early morning, Annan knocked on Olmedo's bedroom door and pulled the sleepy Olmedo to the warehouse.
Annan stayed up all night, always worrying about the situation in the north - even though he had not slept for four or five months.
Opening the portal, Annan got the good news that the rat tide had been temporarily repelled.
The workers who were ready began to move supplies, and Annan and Olmedo learned from the adjutant what had happened, as well as the news that Ilimoyas was injured.
"I want to go to the front line!" Annan shouted.
Olmedo stopped him: "You can't change anything in Hell Mountain."
After the portal was closed, Annan sighed after getting the magic stone: "5,000 people are still too few..."
How can Liberty City recruit enough soldiers without breaking the bones...
Annan held the magic stone, thoughtfully.
……
Villefranche Theater
The gathering chatter returned to silence as the magical images began to play.
There was a burst of doubt in the auditorium, screening accident? Did the theater accidentally release the sixth Magical Image?
In the picture, a farmer was harvesting wheat in a wheat field, with dark clouds in the distance... Suddenly, a rat man jumped out of the wheat field, threw the farmer down, and bit his throat.
Amidst the screams, the screen pulled up, and the audience saw the "dark clouds" in the distance - they were the endless rat-men.
They were getting closer and closer, their eyes were scarlet and their expressions were ferocious. When they almost made the audience scream, the screen froze and Annan, wearing a mage's robe, appeared on the screen.
"Such a scene is happening all over the north at the moment."
The scene behind Annan changed again, to a bird's-eye view of the Huiyue Mountains.
The rat men are endless, like a tide flooding this mountain range.
“Behind us is Middle-earth. Our peace is at stake, unless you can make the most important choice in your life!”
The impassioned music sounded, and the soldiers of Liberty City were in hell. Mountain fighting.
"Prove to everyone that you have the courage to protect Middle-earth."
"Join the ranks of Hellfire!"
"Whether you are a professional,"
"The caster,"
"is still an ordinary person."
"Stand on the front line against the rat tide!"
"Bring the pain to the rat people"
"Cure the plague, one bullet at a time!"
(End of this chapter)