Chapter 367, Victory, Winner
The slave rats walked onto the battlefield in fear as they were driven away by the Big Claw Priest.
They are a group of cheap guys. Even if they die, they will not let anyone worry about them more.
Driving to climb up the mountain, they trembled in fear to dig out the hard stone wall. The slave rats carved out the stone steps one after another, forming a trail leading to the top of the mountain. .
This seemed unrealistic until the trail gradually began to stretch.
The Dark Eye human defenders in the fortress finally became a little more eager. More things were poured down, and countless slave rats fell down. These guys were too cheap.
Even far more worthless than the rolling logs poured down by the human coalition forces in the mountain fortress.
The trail continues upward, among the mountains of slave rat corpses.
In just ten days, the slave rats carried by the Big Claw priests had been exhausted. How many slave rats died, it is difficult to calculate, two hundred thousand, three hundred thousand, or more.
Hard to know.
The next batch of slave rats will arrive in three days, but Flag is no longer willing to wait any longer.
A comprehensive general offensive is about to begin.
Before the general attack started, Qi specifically found Heimao. Neither the Storm Rats nor Heimao participated in the previous attack. Even if Qi didn't like these overly arrogant Storm Rats, he still had to admit that he would consume these guys. This is a waste of time climbing that tall mountain.
Qi stared at the dark little mouse in front of him.
Said to him word for word.
"You have to board that fortress, and you have to help me win this war!"
This seems to be a word that does not need to be emphasized. In fact, there is no doubt that Heimao is in this war. The flag is tied together.
It’s just that Qi is a little uneasy.
Not everyone can face the big gamble that is about to reveal the answer with calmness and excitement.
Qi is not a gambler, although he has been gambling along the way.
Black Hair raised his head.
Looked at Qi.
“After this time we will be clean.”
A grand mobilization began.
Qi started shouting loudly again, no longer like before, endlessly emphasizing those empty words.
"Defeat them, rush to the fortress, kill them all, and I will give you a reward, blood mushrooms, everything you want!"
Yes, he is indeed giving these now, After all, what else can these ordinary rat warriors want? They are nothing more than blood mushrooms and ranks. At this time, the rat guards who surrounded Qi looked at him with fanatical eyes. Those were like signatures. The personal guards who were also displayed in front of all the rat warriors, the personal guards with those flags, were enough to prove all this.
Mobilization is very effective.
The rapid breathing and slight commotion showed the excitement of these guys.
Of course the rat warlord is a big shot, he can easily promise these humble guys everything they want.
It's just that it's not that easy to become a real rat warlord.
Resources, reputation, power, none of these are lacking.
Qi's promise does not expire, but has a prerequisite. To win this war, at least for now, Qi still needs the support of the temple guards to become a true rat warlord.
Charge! The charge begins!
The surging desire can make these young rat people put aside their fear, until blood and death burst out in front of them, but there is no turning back.
Anyone who retreats or wavers will be executed, and the black muzzles are set up behind all the ratmen.
Amidst the angry roar of the flag, he ran wildly along the path dug out. This path soaked in blood indeed made this charge much easier.
The young rat people quickly crossed the fatal mountainside line, but the trail was not completely dug.
The last third is left.
In the almost non-stop harassment and consumption, many supplies in the fortress have been consumed, including rolling logs, boulders, kerosene, arrows, and even the gray light beam. It's a lot sparser.
However, the excellent geographical location still made the progress of the rat people extremely difficult.
This last third of the distance is particularly difficult.
At this time, a surprise force is needed.
The storm rats broke out from the dense crowd of ordinary rat warriors without any warning, climbing up at an extremely fast speed, suddenly standing out from the crowd, making it difficult for people to react.
The defenders in this fortress are very tired.
The big-clawed priests who drove the slave rats to climb were a little more ruthless than the flags. During those ten long days, the slave rats climbed up almost without a moment's rest, until the last slave rat also climbed up. Falling off the cliff, his eyes widened among the piles of corpses.
Heimao held a metal buckler in his hand and rushed to the front of all the rat men. With such conspicuousness, he naturally became the easiest target.
A beam of lightning struck the buckler in Heimao's hand. In the instinctive spasm of his body, the small buckler in his hand fell from his hand and began to fall down the cliff.
It seemed that he was about to face death, but it was too disgraceful to make such an embarrassing exit.
Until an angry neigh appeared.
A big sword full of gaps hit the hard rock wall hard, inserted into it, and fixed Heimao's falling figure.
It’s just that his current condition is not good. The hair all over his body is standing on end, and there is also a faint smell of burnt blackness.
The lightning seemed to irritate him, and he pulled out the big sword stuck on the cliff. He almost no longer made any defensive movements. While roaring, he climbed up at a faster speed, along with The Storm Rats, who were taller than ordinary Ratmen, were rising crazily.
Until the last leap.
Out of the five thousand storm rats during this crazy climb, only three thousand were left alive to fight with Heimao on the city wall, even though these guys are indeed better than the average rat people. Stronger and taller than ordinary ratmen, but obviously, these are not good enough for them to cope with this dangerous battlefield.
After all, whether you fall from such a height, whether you are a slave rat or a rat troll with extremely tenacious vitality, the final result will be the same.
And climbing up this fortress and standing on the windswept walls is not the end.
The brutal fight is about to begin.
The black hair on his body stood on end. Under his feet was a mage with wide eyes. He was the one who dropped the bolt of lightning just now.
It’s not that there are no injuries.
His left arm was hit by a magic energy beam during the sprint just now, leaving a scorched black hole. Fortunately, this shot did not hit his bones, and the sword in his hand was inserted into his foot. On the lying corpse, the left hand and the sharp claws were inserted into the wound left by the magic energy beam.
The blackened flesh and blood was dug out, and his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes and turned red in severe pain.
Blood flowed out of the flesh again, and for a moment it hurt so much that he wanted to kneel on the ground. Gritting his teeth, he tremblingly pulled off the leather bag from his waist, and poured the blood mushrooms into his mouth one by one.
The crazy fighting has begun.
The warriors of the Youyan Human Clan's Magical Equipment Force took out their war hammers from their waists one after another. In their sleepless defense, the mental state of these guys was also extremely bad. Their eyes were red and their expressions were somewhat trance-like.
But this did not prevent them from unswervingly drawing their weapons against the Storm Rats who had climbed onto the city wall in their unspeakable hatred.
The hatred between the two parties seems to require no explanation.
Fighting each other on this not-wide city wall.
Even though their respective technologies are constantly improving, both humans and ratmen are pouring more energy into those huge and dangerous war machines.
The power and accuracy of magic firearms have been improving, but there seems to be no trend of evolving towards more types and application scenarios.
When they are close to each other, cruel close combat and slashing with cold weapons are still the undoubted first choice.
It’s hard to say who led whom down this wrong path.
But it doesn’t matter, the ultimate goal is to kill the opponent anyway.
With ferocious faces, red eyes, and hatred, fighting endlessly.
What was a little unexpected was that these human warriors who kept coming seemed to be a little too tenacious, or in other words, they couldn't help but not be tenacious.
This is the last chance to repel the Ratmen's attack. If this group of Storm Rats is allowed to gain a firm foothold, there will be almost no suspense about what will happen next. Between the human fortresses and fortresses, This scene has happened many, many times in the city.
Continuously pressing forward, this narrow city wall even became a help to the Storm Rats.
In the brutal battle, both sides continued to die.
The storm rats couldn't hold on any longer until the black fur roared.
He would keep his promise in exchange for Flag saving his life.
Drawing his stretched left arm, he pulled out his big sword full of gaps from the corpse under him.
At this time, a series of fireballs flew over. In panic, the storm rats raised their shields high and formed a shield wall above their heads. Amidst the explosion, the man dragging the big sword The guy rushed out from the crowd of Storm Rats and broke into the battle with a spearhead attitude. He didn't retreat at all, and even started a counterattack with the Storm Rats.
In the almost fierce delay of Blackfur and Storm Rats, more and more rat people climbed up and climbed up the fortress on the mountain, leaving chaos everywhere.
But the battle has not stopped. Due to the glorious achievements of the rat people, the surrender of the enemy is almost unrealistic for the rat people.
The battle became more intense. If these human warriors might have had some hope in the previous battle, hoping to push the Storm Rats down, then now, they are more likely to die together in despair and self-destruction. .
The chaos and fighting lasted for a long time.
This fortress is littered with corpses.
Heimao stabbed the big sword in his hand into the body of a stubborn guy.
There is not much noise in this fortress anymore.
There are not many Storm Rats left in his hands, but these surviving guys are more convinced of him. These arrogant guys respect power more.
The flag went up, and the fortress was climbed amidst the crowd of fanatical guards.
No matter what he paid or what he promised, there is no doubt that he has won now.
Heimao dragged his scarred body towards him.
Stand before him.
Both sides looked at each other.
"We are already at peace with each other."
Leaving such a sentence, he left with the Storm Rats who followed him.
This guy has always made what he thinks and wants to do very clear on his face, and he will never surrender obediently to Qi.
Especially when he doesn’t think Qi is such a powerful guy.
If the flag hadn't saved his life.
Qi looked at Heimao's leaving figure and did not do any other unnecessary things. This was indeed what he promised to Heimao.
The two parties have since parted ways.
Soon after, the old big-clawed priest also climbed up, but more, his expression was a bit weird, maybe because he saw the leaving black hair.
He looked like he wanted to say something, but in the end he chose to shut up. Of course, there may be another reason for him to shut up. He did not find the flag.
At the highest point of the fortress, in an ordinary room, Qi found a guy slumped on the table. Judging from the clothes on this guy, he seemed to be the supreme commander of the fortress.
I just don’t know why, he didn’t choose to participate in the battle.
Dark blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, lifeless, as if he had taken some kind of poison.
Outside the room, fanatical shouts rang out one after another. The surviving rat people were shouting crazily. Of course, this also heralded the beginning of a riot. After all, the search after the battle was a matter of It's a matter of course.
Qi noticed something strange, which came from the body of the human commander slumped on the table.
Before he died, his eyes seemed to be staring in a certain direction. He walked along that direction, came to a closed window, and pushed it open.
But there is nothing too surprising.
It’s just that the view from this fortress is surprisingly good. Qi can even see things across the river from the window sill, including a few scattered villages and endless green across the river.
Looking around for a moment, he looked away in disappointment.
Having said that, Qi is quite happy now, but he didn't show it.
He won anyway.
This is the most difficult and largest war he has ever fought.
He won.
He did it!
In short, now is the time to welcome your own glory.
Leaving this room, at the highest point of the fortress, the flag was greeted by the cheers of the rat people.
"Flag! Flag! Great flag!"
(End of this chapter)