Chapter 388 Chameleon Temple
Amidst the storm and thunder, rats are pouring out of the excavated tunnel, not only in front of the temple, but also in all directions.
The sound of breaking through the soil kept coming, and for a while it was impossible to tell whether it was the rats messing up the soil or the earth itself moving.
But none of this could hide the fact that the rats had found an excellent opportunity to attack.
"Damian, go to the left! Agrim to the right! Behind Coster!" Masno immediately conveyed the order. As soon as the first rat came out of the soil, he kicked it hard and trampled it into pieces. The group is broken into pieces.
But as rats with glowing red eyes ran out of the jungle, as well as dozens of rats scurrying out of the tunnels, Masnow knew that his group had been surrounded.
This time it will never be as simple as the previous landing battle. The ballistae were placed on the ships and lacked the ability to clear out large groups of enemies. The appearance of heavy rain also made it difficult for the pyromancer to use it. This means that the next battle will be extremely cruel. meat-grinding battle.
Groups of soldiers put down their work, dragged their tired bodies, picked up weapons, and rushed to the outside of the temple. No matter what the situation was, they first greeted the rats with long-range weapons.
But what greeted these long-range weapons was nothing more than a large number of worthless slave rats.
A large number of rough wooden barrels suddenly appeared in the distant sky, like meteor showers flying towards the Chameleon Temple. The dense number made people shudder, and everyone knew that those terrible plagues were hidden inside.
Masno, who was fighting, held the halberd of a storm rat with his free left hand. After taking it away with strength, he cut the rat in half with the blue fury of his right hand, and then threw the halberd at those who were still there. The flying broken barrels want to reduce the number of them as much as possible when they fall on one's own position.
The halberd that formed the black shadow penetrated the rough wooden barrel at once, and the wooden board was pierced, splattering sawdust and a large amount of green powder.
This situation made Masnow's eyes widen. How could he not recognize this green powder? It was the residue of crude warpstone, which was more terrifying than the plague that could be purified.
A large number of warpstone powder bombs were thrown into the center of Caledor's army, which was still adjusting their formation. First, some unfortunate soldiers were knocked to the ground, and then the terrifying warpstone powder appeared.
These powders were not carried away by the rain like normal dust. Instead, they solidified on the soldiers who were hit.
Along with the sizzling sound of corroding flesh and the wails of soldiers, bursts of green smoke emitted from the warpstone powder. This pungent smell made people want to pinch their throats to avoid experiencing this taste again. .
Seeing this, Judith immediately took over the command, allowing Masno to fight on the front line.
The Dragon Prince ignored the Kislev soldiers who were still wailing at his feet and stretched out their hands to ask for help. The voice enlarged by the magic stone was full of cruelty, "Oliviera takes over the position on the left! Damian is responsible for handling the rat artillery!
" After finishing, Judith looked coldly at the Kislev soldiers around her who were about to charge and fight for their lives, and reprimanded loudly, "Remember the training you have received. Orders are the first criterion for soldiers, not your bad intuition. !"
After the effect of the dimensional stone powder bomb appeared, some soldiers felt something strange in their bodies. These evil things were so vicious. Even if the purification aura could provide excellent toxin protection, it would not be effective against this kind of high-concentration chaotic energy. Materials are powerless.
Stinging, redness, swelling, and burning sensations are all irritating the bodies of the Kislev soldiers. The full set of magic equipment of the elven soldiers allows them to ignore most of the effects of chaotic energy. However, the poor soldiers from the north of the old world, You can only rely on your immunity against chaos all year round.
Coughs gradually came out, but no one flinched. They could only endure the sting and get rid of the dimensional stone powder that fell into the crowd.
But the warpstone, which is fatal to the order race, is a stimulant that makes the rats even more violent. The psychedelic properties of the warpstone powder, as well as the hairless things surrounded by them, make the rats start attacking.
"The Great Horned Rat walks among us!" A plague priest who seemed to have been blessed many times waved the bronze flail in his hand, and clouds of green mist continued to spray out of his mouth as he spoke. The ones beside him were not the storm rats bought from the old world, but the real elites of the Plague Clan - the Plague Censer Monks and the Plague Anointed.
The former is the ace army belonging to the Plague Clan, while the latter is the Plague Lord's personal legion. Judging from the shadows and the constant sound of flails, there are at least four thousand rats.
This means that the Plague Clan has devoted its absolute best to intercepting Asur, rather than leaving it in an eternal war with the Snake God Prophet.
Rats of different sizes, but generally with extremely messy fur, planned to directly crush the advance team with their numbers. The rats that kept pouring out of the tunnels joined the frenzy, amidst the thunder and lightning that resounded in the sky.
Black clouds and rain made the battle between the two sides extremely chaotic. Bodies of both sides appeared on the muddy ground. After the Kislev soldiers hacked a rat to death, three more immediately rushed up.
Blood seeped into the ground along with the rain, and crossbow arrows and stones were constantly intertwined.
The Plague Censer Monk approached the Claw of Patunyuin, and the elite troops of the two races began formal contact. The flail censer carrying the deadly plague lost its most important plague effect, but its armor-breaking ability was not weakened at all.
The incense burner the size of a human head hit the elf soldier's body. Although it did not kill him at once, it still broke the strong armor.
The first contact ended with the Claws of New York gaining the upper hand. Their tall swords were enough to kill all the enemies of Caledor, and their specialized attack precision enchantment allowed them to accurately hit these short rats.
Rat corpses cut in half lay on the muddy ground. As a unit favored by the plague lord, the plague censer monks also showed their skills.
After roughly feeling the fighting style of these sword elves and the sturdiness of their equipment, a plague monk who was not afraid of death chose to actively block the sword, allowing his comrades next to him to successfully land a fatal blow.
The first elf casualties began to appear. A man whose head was smashed to pieces was still holding a sword, intending to swing the attack, but in the end he could only fall backwards.
But this only made them more motivated to fight, "For Caledor!"
At this time, Masno was in trouble. Two rats who looked like high priests of the Plague Clan entangled him.
Among the flashes of swords and shadows, there was only a scene of one spirit and two rats fighting.
Masnow seized an opportunity. When a rat stepped past him, Blue Fury had already grasped it with both hands and stabbed forward.
But soon, a feeling of suffocation emerged from his heart. This intuition had saved him many times. He immediately adjusted the direction of the weapon and used the power of Blue Fury with all his strength without hesitation.
A short-handled sickle stopped a few centimeters away from the neck, and was stuck in the air by the blue fury, making it impossible to move forward even half a step.
A rat with two sets of long, winding horns appeared from the shadows, or maybe it was just Masno who noticed him.
The body is much taller than the normal rats, the aura of the evil god always exudes, and the long horns that are quite iconic.
A great rat demon that appeared in the mortal world—Lord of Disaster
(end of this chapter)