Chapter 19, the low-profile version of StarCraft

Under the command of the animal tamer, one after another dogs infused with mutagenesis rushed out of the city gates, and rushed to the Thracian army in front of them along the passage made by the Molai soldiers.

They ran very fast, and as they ran, they underwent strange changes.

About one-fifth of the dogs fell screaming, vomiting blood, convulsions, and dying and struggling, but many more let out extremely loud roars, their hair falling off rapidly, and numerous cracks appeared in their smooth skin.

There was no blood flowing out of these cracks, on the contrary, as these cracks continued to expand, their bodies also grew rapidly, and with these cracks as the center, the original skin burst out and fell off, revealing the new skin underneath.

Generally speaking, the new skin will be more delicate and lighter in color. But this is not the case with these new skins, which are dark and look like tanned leather, with an unsettling glow in the sun.

When the skin of the whole body is replaced, these dogs, which may not be up to the knee height of ordinary people, have become super large fierce dogs that exceed the height of ordinary people's waists, their eyes are flashing with a vicious light, the teeth in their mouths are snow-white and sharp, and their strong limbs do not look like ordinary dogs at all, and there are short but extremely sharp claw tips at the end of their claws.

That is, at a distance of no more than fifty meters, they complete the transformation from domestic animals to magical beasts.

The whole process was actually very short, from the first animal trainer to release the dog he had trained, to the dozen or so synths rushing in front of the Thracian army, it was only twenty seconds at most.

In these short twenty seconds, the Thracian elites who rushed to the forefront went through a process of doubt, surprise, and finally fear.

"What are the Molai people going to do?"

"What's the use of dogs?"

"They were able to turn dogs into monsters!"

"That's how much there is!"

A brave soldier wields a broadsword and slashes at the synths that charge at him. His martial arts skills were so strong that he slashed the head of the synth beast with a single sword, and the powerful force pushed the sharp blade and embedded it heavily in the skull of the synthetic beast.

So, his sword got stuck.

This kind of thing is very common in combat, and the general solution is to raise your foot and kick - whether you can kick the enemy down or not, at least you can use the force of this kick to pull out your sword and take advantage of the opportunity to get away.

This time, however, the situation was completely different.

Instead of being able to kick the enemy, he was struck from the side by a powerful claw.

Standing on one leg is very unbalanced, even if the soldier is extraordinary, he was hit so hard, he immediately lost his balance, and the whole person fell to the side.

Supposedly, his comrades should have held him up, or at least supported him with their bodies, but it so happened that in the direction of his fall, the soldier with his shield and thick-backed machete was retreating, dodging an oncoming shot.

And so the valiant soldier fell.

His reaction was quick, and he immediately let go of his grip on the sword, wanting a tumbling back. But before he could fall to the ground, he saw a black shadow flash in front of him, accompanied by the smell of blood, and the sharp fangs had arrived in front of him.

This time, he finally didn't have time to react.

With a single tear in the throat and blood gushing out, the soldier covered his throat with both hands, trying to stop the bleeding and save his own life, but all in vain.

The synth that dealt him the fatal blow stepped on his pool of blood and attacked the next target. The other synth took a bite of the sword embedded in its companion's head and pulled it out with all its might.

The severely wounded synth with a sword in the head lowered its head and fell to the ground, whimpering weakly, looking like it wasn't going well. But at the location of its wound, you can see the muscles wriggling, forming granulations, which are quickly reassembled, and finally the flesh and skin are completely healed, and there are not even scars left.

It was only about a minute before and after, and the synth, which was said to have been mortally wounded, fully recovered, stood up again, and with a sharp red light flashing in its eyes, it continued to charge forward and attack with the other companions.

In just one minute, the elite of the Thracian army that rushed to the front line had been crushed by this batch of synthetic beasts, and had to retreat in embarrassment.

Synthetic beast transformation is a fairly high-end skill in the game, depending on the strength of the transformation, it can give the transformed object a minimum level of five and a maximum of thirty levels of level bonuses. However, in the game, this skill does not stack with the effect of the "Pharmacy" skill. In the process of research, Aaron accidentally discovered that if the transformation is changed to make mutagenesis potion, although it will greatly increase the mortality rate of the modified object, it can make the effects of the two skills partially superimposed, although the effect of the superposition is not large, but for a large number of transformations, even if it can only be improved by one level, it is a great leap.

Through repeated research and the consumption of a large amount of "materials", he finally developed this mutagenic agent. With the skill assistance of the animal trainers, these domestic dogs, who were originally no more than level five, have all exceeded level 30 at the moment. Their basic stats have been greatly improved, and they also have three powerful abilities: "Leather Skin", "Healing Quickly", and "Ignoring Pain".

In terms of combat effectiveness, unless it is the kind of heavily armed soldier, a soldier below level forty may not be able to defeat a synthetic beast even if he is one-on-one, and once he is besieged by two or three synthetic beasts, it is almost undoubtedly the result of being killed in an instant. Even those elites who are over level forty, if they are not careful, they will be killed as quickly as the warrior soldier before.

The slope in front of the Iron Lock Fortress is not very large, and it can accommodate an army of about 2,000 people. A large number of synths rushed out one after another, and soon formed a black torrent. Working with the Molai soldiers, they were able to suppress the Thracian offensive in a very short time, and even in turn pressed the Thracian army to retreat, pushing the line all the way towards their camp.

Of course, in this process, there are not many casualties among synths. But these synths have a strong vitality, as long as it is not the kind of killing in the real sense, even if it is a fatal injury such as a broken head and chest, they can often recover after a period of rest. As for an opening on the body, or being pierced, it only takes a few seconds of rest to recover.

Therefore, the Thracian army not only faced more and more synthetic beasts, but also became more and more experienced in combat. This puts more and more pressure on them to maintain their own defenses more and more. Small-scale troops were constantly stopped by Synths or Molai Army during their retreat, and then it often only took a minute or even half a minute before they were completely annihilated by the Synths that swooped down on all sides—like a flooded reef.

Standing on the city wall, Aaron looked at the Thracian army who was constantly retreating by the black torrent, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and he showed a satisfied smile.

He used the magic crystal to record the scene in front of him, ready for a chance to brag about it to his fellow travelers.

(Hehe, this is clearly a low-profile version of the sea of dogs!I can't imagine that I still have the talent to play StarCraft!)

(What is this called in interstellar terms?) remember...... After learning my brother's operation, the rest is A past!)

(If I had this ability when I was playing Interstellar, I might have made it to the World Series!)