Chapter 830 Section 61

The rat tide was constantly coming, and the soldiers were able to take advantage of the terrain to maintain the battle line with relative ease.

But with the abundance of "tin cans", the pressure increased dramatically. The Magic Musket can only penetrate the weak points of the Elite Rat's armor within 70 meters.

The slightest negligence in this distance will be washed in the face by the nezumi.

Fortunately, it was just a mixed rat tide, and in the non-stop round shooting of the hellfire, the rat tide was suppressed a hundred meters away, and the roll of the elite rats would hit more rat people.

The light of the Advanced Illumination gradually dimmed, and when it turned into a second dark moonlight, the Elven Mage cast the spell again.

A new light technique rises, reiling the darkness surging outside the camp.

Countless nezumi lay on the surface of Hell Mountain......

"We need pesticides ......"

Fermi sighed, squeezed to the front line, and personally raised the magic musket to fight.

Cure the plague, one bullet at a time.

The battle continued.

The nezumi were dying every second, falling with a long wail, but it was the soldiers stationed at the top of the mountain who were most stressed.

The rat tide is endless, and it seems that it will never be killed. The gray summit was dyed scarlet and spread over the slopes, creating a slick carpet of flesh.

Lokren mechanically pulls the trigger and reloads the ammunition.

He was already delirious, and Lokren was trying to distinguish whether it was a bullet or himself that had been shot by the magic musket, and the sounds around him seemed to have disappeared, and something on his body was getting hotter and hotter—

Hiss......

Lockron, who instinctively cleaned the rifling, was suddenly burned by the heat, retracted his hand to touch the hot barrel, and woke up from his numbness.

The sound of gunfire around him returned to clarity, and Loqueren looked up, and in the miserable white light, Captain Fermi was shouting something, but drowned in the incessant gunfire.

He looked over the battle line and saw that at some point, the elite rat had already rushed within fifty meters.

These nezumi elites can't seem to be killed......

"Damn! Don't they need money for their armor!? ”

Loqueren cursed, realizing that his voice was as dry as a duck having been choked by the neck.

He knew that he had smoked too much of the magic musket. If it weren't for the mountain wind, the camp would have been shrouded in smoke by this time.

With trembling hands opening the bullet pouch, Lokren suddenly saw orcs in cloaks running to the front line.

They're going to use the killer feature!

When the soldiers were about to smell the bad breath of the elite rats roaring, the orcs pushed the long-prepared rolling stones.

The Rolling Stone turned from slow to fast, and Lokren saw with his own eyes that the magic musket hit the breastplate and only exploded a cloud of sparks, and the elite rat seemed to be ...... in front of the Rolling Stone The sand sculpture of Nia, which had been toppled by herself, disappeared under the rolling stones without a word, merging with the carpet of flesh and blood.

Dozens of rolling stones were withdrawn from the camp one after another, and the rolling stones bounced, from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, without any obstacles, grinding out a kilometer-long bloody path.

The terrifying death even stagnated the momentum of the rat people.

"Let me come!"

A young soldier excitedly wanted to push a rolling stone himself, but he overestimated the weight and his own strength, and instead of pushing the stone out, he let the dangling stone roll out of the groove, crushing him underneath and smashing several ribs.

I didn't expect the first attrition to be like this...... Comical.

But it's better than a nezumi biting their throats.

After the first wave of rolling stones, Hellfire regained control of the battle line to a hundred meters, and even crushed the kilometers of rolling stones to have a more far-reaching effect - the number and density of the next rats were reduced by a fraction until a new wave of rats came up.

The orcs went out again, but switched from rolling stones to logs.

The weight of the log was lighter, and the lethality could not be compared with that of the rolling stones, and it could not crush the nezumi into a pulp, but the several meters of logs knocked down a large piece of nezumi, and the large nezumi brought down more nezumi, greatly delaying the pressure on the battle line, and even advanced to the initial projectile range for a time.

The soldiers paused, looking away from the bloody hillside that looked like hell, looking at the moonlight, at the night sky, at the goblins pushing the rolling stones and logs from Liberty City.

At least they don't have to worry about the nezumi falling from the sky...... On the contrary, it's the rat people that need to be worried.

Fermi raised his head, staring at the moonlight that was about to rise overhead.

It's late at night, isn't Elimoas still moving?

"When will the Nezumi Priest show up?" He asked Belier.

"When you're most defenseless. Remember, the Grey Rats are cunning monsters that sound the death knell when you let up. ”

……

The Nezumi Priest never appeared......

Elimoas and the white dragon lay dormant in silence on the peaks adjacent to Hell Mountain, allowing the sea of nezumi to flow past the foot of the mountain, waiting for the nezumi priest to appear.

They are the key to ending the battlefield directly. Entangled in curses and debilitating powers, even dragons don't want to be contaminated.

So unless Hell Mountain can't hold on, Elimoas will wait for the Nezumi Priest to show up.

The icy vertical pupils roamed back and forth at the foot of Hell Mountain, from the moon rising to the sky and then slipping down......

In the pre-dawn darkness, Elimoas suddenly stretched out her huge dragon wings.

Got it......

The mountainside of Hell Mountain suddenly lit up with several glowing green evil energies and shot towards the top of the mountain.

Click-

As if something had shattered, the group of mages who maintained the magical enchantment in the center of Hell Mountain suffered a severe backlash as the magical enchantment was shattered.

"Aim for the Nezumi Priest!" Fermi roared.

But Elias arrived faster than expected. The dark blue thunderbolt that was different from the evil power took a deep breath as Elimoas took a deep breath and landed towards the nezumi priest. Then launch a dive with the white dragon.

At the top of the mountain, the head of the mage group bleed from the corners of his eyes, and he no longer had any scruples about his image, and he got up and roared: "Prepare for the last magic!" ”

The surviving mages who have not yet been consumed by their magic have squeezed the last of their mana, and as the spell is completed, their staff is completely transformed into a burning stick.

The wind blowing from the hill suddenly emitted a biting chill, and the snow-white cold sprinkled overhead.

Elias led the white dragons to entangle the nezumi priests, and the last spell formed by the mage group was not dispelled, and after a brief cold, the cold wind in the camp disappeared and turned into the eye of the storm, replaced by a sloping blizzard blowing a few meters away from the camp.

The rats lost their vision, and the snow fell to the ground, trampled, melted, and condensed into ice. If they climb up one meter, they will slide down three meters.

The silhouette of the nezumi looming in the blizzard faded away, and the blizzard lasted only a few minutes, but when it vanished, the nezumi were all gone.

The glow of magic fell again, and the slopes were covered with snow, as if war were just an illusion.

"We've repelled the rat tide?"

One centurion seemed incredulous, for the dawn had not yet come.

"For the time being...... They're just here to say hello to us......"

"Say hello?"

Bailier let out a long sigh of relief, a hint of post-war relief and fear on his face.

"They're talking...... Hi. ”

(End of chapter)