They weren't so lucky, and the most troublesome rat tide appeared......

"Mr. Charing, Ymir, please stop them." Annan looked at the mages.

"Leave it to us." Charin, the archmage of the Principality of the Windmills, said reservedly and raised his staff, "Mage Regiment prepare, wall of fire!" ”

Rich magical elements converged in the camp, and with the casting of the spell, a curved wall of fire several meters high appeared outside the first ravine of the camp, instantly illuminating the dark forest and the tide of rats in the distance like a black carpet.

They push each other against the wall of fire, their creaking sounds turning into chaotic screams, bursting out with burning flames, or crashing into other rats in a daze, igniting their cilia and spreading rapidly.

The rolling and screaming waves in the firelight made people's scalps tingle. Just as magic muskets and cannons restrain ordinary rat people, rat tides restrain magic muskets, cannons, and everyone except the caster.

These scurrying rats better not set the forest on fire......

Suddenly, a moist chill hit my face, and lead-colored traces faintly dripped from the outside of the camp.

It's starting to rain.

Charin shouted, "We must deal with them before the storm comes!" ”

The wall of fire on the front forced the rat tide to the side, and the mage group then cast another spell, forming a ring of fire hundreds of meters in diameter to shelter the camp.

Mages hurry up and replenish their magic with magic potions.

Rats died in large numbers, thunder and lightning were getting closer and closer, the rain gradually formed a curtain of rain, and the wall of fire was suppressed to less than two meters. Their fur is quickly watered by the rain, but more are charred and motionless before they are watered.

Goblin golems and warriors activated, standing in the front row, striking like whack-a-mole on the rat that had slipped through the net.

If only it were that simple, but the real trouble is yet to come......

These rat tides are just the forwards of the forwards, and there is movement here, and soon the rat tide is coming.

The rat rush lasted for a few minutes, and finally ceased to be as endless as a carpet. As the wall of fire gradually extinguished, the mages refilled with a new one, and the camp lit up with illumination.

The depths of the forest are shadowy, mixed with piercing screams...... The nezumi are coming!

"Phase 1!"

Fermi ordered loudly.

The Hellfire Legion remained in the camp, and the goblin golems, heavily armored orcs, warriors, and rangers took the initiative to make their way to the first ravine to consume the nezumi.

Vampires turn into swarms of bats and roam over the forest on a rainy night.

Nezumi are so dirty that even vampires won't suck blood, unless they're all Wood. So they did what the white dragon did before: find the nezumi, catch them and lift them into the air, and throw them down in a crowded area.

The white dragon has to wait a little longer...... When the nezumi rushed out of the forest in the form of a rat tide and the warriors retreated to the camp, it was when they appeared.

The shadows of the forest in the light were abundant, and as soon as the rats rushed out, they were met with a head-on attack from the warriors.

Goblin golems are outright killing machines, standing in the way, their sheer size with the power to tear a nezumi apart with every swing, and their sturdier than earth elementals make them unafraid of nezumi's fangs.

The heavily armored orcs followed, splitting the nezumi heads and limbs with their tomahawks, and roared with their heads up.

The warriors harvested the nezumi together, and the rain washed the blood stains from their armor, taking turns alternately pushing forward.

The rangers swept into shadows and swept up the treetops, and deadly arrows shot silently, reducing the density of the rat tide and creating a buffer.

The pouring rain washed away the fallen leaves, and at this moment, the warrior near the goblin golem suddenly felt a faint tingling of his skin-

In an instant, pale lightning slashed, and in the deafening thunder, a goblin golem swirled around the thunder, motionless.

"Get them back!"

Annan, who suddenly remembered the stubble of metal conductivity, shouted at Charin.

Charin swung his staff, unleashing a red halo that illuminated the rainy night.

The warriors and rangers who had advanced to the front of the forest began to retreat, taking advantage of the ravines and rat tides outside the camp to distance themselves. The vampire cooperated in carrying the malfunctioning goblin golem back to camp.

Together, the mage group unleashes an ice trap that only has two rings, but is extremely suitable for the scene in front of them.

Everywhere you crossed, the damp ground quickly condensed into ice, and the slope made it difficult for the nezumi to stand still.

The disadvantage of the stormy night turned into an advantage, and Fermi raised his orichalbronze handcuff, and the gunfire rang out with a roar: "Fire!" ”

The musketeers who watched the scene for dozens of minutes finally made a move.

In an instant, the light of the fire was like an iron felt hammered by the gods, and the nezumi who were still rolling on the ice trap instantly stiffened.

The first row of musketeers stepped back to reload, and the second row stepped forward and raised their muskets.

Bang bang bang –

The pungent smoke emerged from the camp and was torn apart by the rain outside.

Waves of rat people fell like wheat and could no longer get up.

And as more and more nezumi fanned from the front, and then completely surrounded the camp, the uniform gunfire began to become chaotic.

The only thing that hasn't changed is that the nezumi never stepped out of the slope for a single step.

The nezumi are not densely populated, and Annan would have preferred them to be more dispersed, but the trees are also food for the nezumi - the only race that eats not only demons, but also demons.

As the clatter of the forest continued, the density of the rat tide increased by orders of magnitude, but only slave rats.

The white dragon began to sort. They clutched the meteor hammer and repeatedly ploughed the ground around the outskirts of the camp, plowing cavities in the swarm.

The vampire is like an invisible hand, grabbing several nezumi at a time and taking them high into the air before letting go. Even because bats are the embodiment of their strength, they are completely unafraid of being hit by stray bullets.

That's how the Bloodlines fought in the Threns Mountains and the Stoon Rats.

Dawn in the storm was no different from the middle of the night, and the distant movement of the Black Watch was obscured by the rain curtain, as if they were the only ones stationed in the camp.

However, the rat tide had no chance of approaching the camp.

If only it were just these slave rats......

Annan's hope was only a beautiful vision, and when the sky began to darken, the real big guy finally emerged from the rat tide.

The squirrels that resemble goblin golems can be seen from a long distance. They are intertwined with rat tides, and their thick, thick cilia and skin allow magic muskets to only penetrate a shallow layer.

"Magic Cannon Ready!"

At Fermi's roar, several groups of soldiers dispersed, uncovering the rain cloth covering the magic cannon, lifting heavy cannonballs into the barrel, aiming at a few reckless rats in the rat tide.

Hiss......

The ignited fuse burned to the end.

Bang –

The camp trembled with the sound of cannons, and the rats in the rat tide that were targeted by dozens of magic cannons instantly exploded into a mass of minced flesh, and a large area was emptied around it.

With the activation of the magic artillery, the intensity of the war has risen dramatically.

(End of chapter)