Chapter 697: The Great Retreat of Soft Maple City (3) (Ask for a Recommendation Ticket!Ask for a Monthly Pass!)
What is the end of the world?
Maybe everyone will have an answer in their hearts.
But in the eyes of the rake and his party, the terrible end is nothing more than that, and this scene is the end of the world.
When they touched the edge of Juniper Village, the smell of blood in the air was so obvious that anyone could smell it. The camp made of logs, with large holes already broken on it, brought the tragic scene into everyone's eyes without reservation.
The sac-like cocoons were scattered almost all over the village, large and small, but all of them had been broken. The pus, mixed with the blood, flowed up the village path, forming a disgusting little pool.
The sun is setting in the west, but there is not a single light in the entire Juniper Village. Only a few jackals that had slipped out of the forest to the village gathered around the little pond and sipped, and from time to time they raised their heads and their eyes glowed green.
"It must have been the Emperor's men," said a rebel soldier viciously after seeing the devastation in Juniper Village, who had relatives and friends living in the village, "those disgusting monsters must be killed!"
The rake glared at him, but did not refute his words. It is clear that Juniper Village has been attacked by a certain robber, and the inhabitants of the village have been transformed into monsters, and now they have all been taken away.
"Slaughter those jackals," the rake thought for a moment, and ordered, "leave the cocoons alone, and let them see the sight when the people of Soft Maple City withdraw." Let them know that if they don't want to become a monster who is not a human or a ghost, they have to run as fast as Mariel. ”
The black-armored knight beside the rake suddenly stretched out his finger, "Look over there," as he reminded him, everyone looked at the group of jackals who were foraging, "Those guys who drank the corpse liquid seem to be undergoing abnormal changes!"
In the amazed eyes of everyone, the muscles and hair on the faces of the jackals who had sipped the corpse liquid began to peel off, and it didn't take long for the skull and bright red tendons to be completely exposed. And they don't seem to realize it, and they don't seem to notice that something is wrong with them.
"It's mutating into a bone-faced spotted beast," Rake is an alchemist with more knowledge than the others, and he recognizes at a glance what the jackals have mutated into, "they're turning into magical beasts!"
His exclamation did not cause any reaction from the others. Including the black-armored knight, everyone present except for the rake was actually a group of fighting men, and naturally they didn't have any knowledge. They lack basic knowledge of the technology that can mutate ordinary natural creatures into magical beasts.
"Boss," one of the rebel fighters asked. Rake nodded, he knew the strength level of the bone-faced spotted beast. With the strength of a dozen of them, it was not too dangerous to deal with a few bone-faced spotted beasts.
So, the rebel soldiers picked up their own belongings and went through the hole in the wall, and the cat's waist got in. The black-armored knight followed, standing beside the rake with a battle axe in his hand, sweeping the battle for the group of soldiers.
Seeing that someone was attacking him, the group of jackals who were mutating towards the bone-faced spotted beast immediately responded. They lifted their white miserable heads, let out a low howl, and then rushed back.
"Whoosh" ......
Three arrows rang out from a rebel soldier's bow and struck a skeletal spotted beast running in a zigzag pattern. It is the largest and fastest runner, and naturally it is also more "taken care of".
It turns out that although the jackals have mutated, they have not become much stronger. All but the one that pierced his bare skull were not bounced off, but hit their target without incident.
With a whimper, the beast that looked like the leader of the jackals fell to the ground, and was stabbed several times by the rebel soldiers who swarmed up next. It didn't take long for the rest of the mutant jackals to be slaughtered by the soldiers.
The rake asked people to drag all the dead mutant jackals together, dug a pit and half-buried them, "It's not convenient to light a fire now, wait for the city to set up a sign here, and when the city army comes here, let them set fire to all this thing." ”
Immediately afterward, he personally mixed some alchemy potions and sprinkled them around Juniper Village. The pungent smell of these potions can disperse the insects and beasts of the forest, preventing them from entering the village to sip the blood of mutated creatures.
With that done, about an hourglass hour had passed. The group hurried on the road to a permanent stronghold run by the rebels to prepare for the evacuation. The rest of the matter can only be left to the troops evacuated from Soft Maple City to deal with.
After about four or five hourglass hours, a sparse fire lit up in the forest. The armies of Red Pine and Emerald Wood came out of the secret passage, razed the graveyard at the exit of the secret passage, and opened a road from the exit to Juniper Village.
Immediately afterwards, nearly 60,000 or so civilians of Soft Maple City were half-driven and half-voluntarily passed through the tunnel and stepped onto this newly rammed forest path.
Although some troubles did arise in the process of retreating, the regular troops of Kuroyanagi and Lanfeng, who were scattered among the civilian ranks in small teams, still suppressed the riots and ensured that the retreat was finally completed in an orderly manner.
During the entire evacuation process, the fat mayor of Soft Maple City also took his mercenaries and steel fork battalion soldiers to do his part to maintain order in the team.
At this moment, except for some real estate and furniture that can't be taken away, Soft Maple City has almost been emptied. Only the alchemist responsible for making the fiery gel and shock oil, and the group of Quis did not leave.
"How's the mule-horse caravan going?" asked Quis, asking Fezzak, who was in charge of the work. The other party immediately gave an affirmative reply, and at the same time reported the breakthrough route they had just drawn up.
As the last group to evacuate, the alchemists could not go with the large army, so they could only break through the southwest gate of Soft Maple City with Quis's men in a carriage and take the main road to Emerald Wood City.
However, unlike ordinary citizens, they will be protected by the Scales of the Eternal Order Chamber of Commerce. At the same time, due to the relatively small number of people and the wealthier brutes who used to pull the carts, they might even reach Emerald Wood City faster than the first group of citizens.
In the second half of the night, when everything was ready to stop, Quest directly ordered all the torches on the city wall to be lit, and then asked Naru to drive the storm mech to move the blocked city gate.
Squatting outside the city, the army of monsters that have been gathering all the time also discovered this anomaly in the city. As the commander, the dog trainer immediately ordered: "The other party's mecha must be out of fuel, now is the time to refuel, now is our chance......"
The army of monsters who were inspired by these words instantly seemed to be beaten with blood, and each of them launched another charge towards Soft Maple City with great enthusiasm, and it spread throughout the city very smoothly.
But at this moment, the figures of the guards of the soft maple city on the city wall suddenly disappeared one after another, and the city that was already empty also ushered in its most dazzling moment. Countless fires and explosions suddenly appeared in the soft maple city.
Queth, who was already sitting in a caravan, also confirmed that the Leviathan had sunk to the bottom of the sea and was heading for its intended location. He raised his head and looked at the city behind him where he had been staying for more than ten days, and couldn't help but sigh: "The artistic level is still not good!"
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