Pale Snow Forest ...... Piercing rat tide...... Bitter cold wind......

Musketeers exhaling white mist stood tall in the undulating wood-thorn landscape, waiting for the gray-brown rat tide to approach.

"No matter how many times you watch it, it's despairing." Rosie muttered as she looked at the wriggling black lines.

The sound of wings waving from far and near, a blue dragon and thirteen white dragons swept over the wooden thorns,

Today's visibility was good, so Annan could barely see the number of rat tides that had been repeatedly attribution—they stretched out for more than a dozen miles in the snowy forest, should the number be 500,000 or 600,000......?

Suppose the musketeers shoot one at a time, and they each have to kill 300 ratmen to deal with this rat tide.

The only good news: this wave of rats has no elite troops, at most it is mixed with some semi-elite ratmen wearing leather armor and holding agricultural forks. Fighting an unarmored enemy with a musket is as simple as Annan borrowing money from the blue dragon.

The white dragon hovering above the rat tide began to swoop - as the weakest dragon, the white dragon suffered a lot of criticism - such as being a dragon shame, being a dragon but still fighting with minions, being enslaved by frost giants, having a brain bigger than the entire goblin and not being as smart as the goblin, killing an adult black dragon, the blue dragon needs at least a team of master professionals, and it is enough to kill the elite of the adult white dragon - but this is compared to the dragon clan standing at the top of the Allen continent. In the case of nezumi, they can reach nearly seven meters and weigh hundreds of pounds after stretching, and just diving, can also bring disaster to nezumi.

There is a high probability that a young white dragon will not be able to defeat two large elements, but the two large elements blessed by the elemental elders cannot catch up with the speed of the white dragon killing the ratman. Bullying the weak, the white dragon is serious.

The rat men did not have a commander - they did not gather their formation or surround the Wood Spike Strip from the snowy forest, but pounced on the musketeers.

The sparse formation combined with the white dragon's dive reduced the pressure on the musketeers.

Bang –

When the Rat Tide Striker was a hundred yards from the battle line, a gunshot rang out, and a Nezumi fell to the ground.

Annan looked down on the battle line and wondered who was so brave.

The actual lethal range of the magic musket is 100 yards away, and the musketeer's rule of "shooting within 30 yards" is a matter of luck for shooting beyond 30 yards. The crosshair can't be said to be shoddy, but it is definitely aimed at the blue dragon and the copper whisker.

He found the soldier who had fired: Fermi, the Hellfire's Master Chief, was receiving cheers from the musketeers.

Not to be outdone, Lossi also raised her musket and pulled the trigger—

The blue dragon, which was gliding normally, suddenly deflected to the side, almost throwing Annan off.

"Lossy! If you shoot again, I'll kick you back to the Snow Mountain Fortress!" Annan shouted at the culprit.

Lossy blushed and reloaded.

As the rat tide approached fifty yards from the woodspur area, the musketeers of the hundreds of meters of defense raised their muskets, and as Losi and Fermi gave orders, the sound of gunfire and gunsmoke echoed in the air.

The nezumi in the front row fell to the ground in pieces, but they had no fear of unknown weapons, and the rats poured out of the snow one after another, getting closer and closer, crashing into the wooden thorns hidden by the snow, filthy blood flowing. The nezumi in the back crawled on the corpses of their companions and spread upwards, and some did not forget to bow their heads and nibble on a mouthful of fresh flesh, and then were killed by muskets and became food for other nezumen.

The surging rat tide may look terrifying, but the musketeers who lived through the Battle of Glacier Harbor will not be too frightened to hold their guns, nor will they tremble to the point of not moving. They kept their distance from the nezumi according to the plan they had laid out, and retreated little by little.

The Wood Spike slowed down the nezumi and hundreds of nezumi fell for every meter they advanced.

"The war has begun."

Annan's blood, which overlooked the macro battlefield from the air, could not be blown away by the cold wind, "It's our turn to fight side by side." ”

Annan and the Blue Dragon covered the flanks of the musketeers alone. As the portal appears above the rats, the raging waters cascade down and scatter the rats.

After arranging the three portals, the blue dragon returned to the front line, and Annan opened his bulging pocket and threw the magic potion into his mouth.

In less than ten minutes, the Musketeers' line had retreated almost three hundred meters back. But it doesn't matter, there are still ten three hundred meters waiting for the nezumi behind.

The Wood Thorn Zone is like a meat grinder, constantly consuming the rat tide. After about an hour, Annan replaced the tired musketeers and let the elementals take over the defensive line.

It was still the Earth Elemental in the front and the Water Elemental in the rear, but this Fire Elemental was also put into the battlefield - with five Water Elementals and one Fire Elemental, its effect was not to turn the Water Elemental into an Ice Elemental.

It's just that the two hundred and twenty-three large elementals are much inferior to the two thousand musketeers, and they almost surrounded the rat tide.

A water blade can slice the head of a nezumi, and so can a bullet, and the latter has ten times as many as the former.

Annan could only replace the musketeers, who had been resting for less than thirty minutes, and then open the portal, the portal to Breeze City.

The ogre crouched in Olmedo's office, and the office that flickered like a fireworks show appeared on the other side of the portal.

"Lend me a few guardian mages!"

Olmedo didn't ask what was going on: "What strength do you want?" ”

"It can make 2,000 soldiers recover their strength in a short time!"

Before the portal vanished, ten elite mages and one master mage came to the Wood Thorn Zone.

It wasn't the elven mentor who disappointed Annan, and it seems that she hasn't come back yet......

The guardian mage from the Mage Tower begins to unleash spells to eliminate fatigue. Annan couldn't help but think that if the gods hadn't lost contact, the priest would be able to relieve everyone's fatigue with a wave of his hand...... But the gods are not lost, and the McCaine rat will not invade the human kingdom in a big way.

Regained their strength, the musketeers were once again thrown into the Wood Spike Zone. The sound of gunfire and the stubble of the rats stubble made the mage curious, but he also thought it was nothing more than that—the mage's curiosity and arrogance came at the same time.

Annan also went to the front again, and then after releasing today's seventh portal, he couldn't hold it anymore, and Elimoas accelerated a little Annan was about to lie on his back and retch. Suspecting him a burden, he was sent back to the city wall.

From early morning to dusk, the gunfire never stopped. The musketeers got closer to the walls, and the nezumi became less and less.

In the gloomy evening, the last nezumi made a lonely dash through the woodspike and towards the wall, and just as it was about to reach it, a musket rose into smoke.

The last nezumi fell to the ground.

Visible to everyone on the city wall was a field of nezumi corpses.

"We won!"

I don't know who shouted, and a tidal wave of mountains and tsunamis sounded on the city wall.

The musketeers cheered, and Annan rejoiced for them - they had the right to be proud. At the cost of 2,000 non-professional people and no deaths, hundreds of thousands of rat tides were wiped out in one day.

But it didn't take long for Annan to look at the snow forest in the distance again.

Flocks of crows, which should have enjoyed a sumptuous feast, rose in flocks in fright.

A second wave of rat waves is approaching.

(End of chapter)