Chapter 834 Section 65

"Prepare for battle!"

Fermi's roar echoed through the Hellhill camp.

Soldiers lying in various parts of the camp propped up their unrecovered bodies and reached the front line.

Fermi asked the elven mage Ymir to lead the remaining mages to open the magical barrier.

Elimoas lifts into the air with a group of white dragons. It's easier to find Nezumi Priests during the day - Nezumi Priests are also easier to see.

"How many more fighters do we have?"

A third of the mages remained, the elite and the fourth legion were almost unharmed, but the Hellfire was reduced by a fifth......

One in five soldiers infected with the plague means that one-fifth of the firepower is missing.

And the visibility during the day is better than at night, and the rat tide will only be more dense.

"Rolling stone logs can't be saved...... As soon as the rats got close to fifty meters, we started throwing them. Fermi said.

As for why fifty meters...... Because last night they found that thirty meters was not enough for the rolling stone logs to reach their maximum speed.

Fermi also had the goblins come out of the ground and stand behind the soldiers, responsible for reloading the sharpshooters who were on target.

The rat tide was closer to range from the mountainside than expected—and when Fermi fired the first shot, the camp once again began to play a jumble of music.

The nezumi fell like harvested wheat in pieces, bringing down the nezumi behind them, but in the face of the infinite numbers, the warriors did not have the slightest joy in killing the enemy.

They mechanically pull the trigger, wipe the chamber of the gun, and reload the ammunition. Let Fermi yell at the nezumi and throw the rocks at the nezumi approach, then start the tug-of-war again......

Loqueren was both fortunate and unlucky.

His team was all infected with the plague, and he was the only one who was fine. But his hands were still shaking, and the absence of the blessing magic filled his heart with courage......

Fortunately, the rat tide is dense, and the rat people are everywhere, and they can be hit with their eyes closed.

The fierce battle lasted from noon to midday, but there were still so many rat people in front of him, and there was no reduction in the slightest...... More and more soldiers are infected with the disease, and there are only more than 3,000 soldiers still fighting on the front line.

"We're out of ammo!"

At some point, a roar woke Loqueren in horror.

"What does it mean to run out of ammo? The stockpiled ammunition is enough for us to fight for seven days and seven nights! Fermi grabbed the lieutenant's collar and roared.

"But the Rolling Stones are gone!"

Fermi looked up in amazement and saw that there was nothing around the groove.

Lacking musketeers to maintain the front, they had to consume a lot of rolling stones and logs to stop the nezumi in the face of a constant stream of nezumen......

"Where's the magic artillery!"

"Captain, we don't have that many of us anymore......"

"Then push the cannonballs of the magic cannon down!"

The mountain of shells is the only good news right now.

The orcs brought in cannonballs and smashed them down. They didn't have much hope. The shells are only the size of a head, and even solid shells are only a few dozen pounds...... Unexpectedly, the armor leg curtain of both the reckless rat and the elite rat could not stop the tumbling cannonball at all, and it shattered when it hit the head, and broke when it hit the calf.

There were not many rat people who were directly stoned to death, but a large number of them fell on the hillside after breaking their legs.

Seeing that there was hope, Fermi shouted, "Go on!" The elite team is also on! ”

All of a sudden, the hillside was filled with rolling cannonballs and wailing nezumen.

"Lord Annan is preparing for support until the evening, hope is on our side!" Fermi puffed loudly.

Bell –

At this moment, a bell of abomination suddenly echoed among the mountains.

Everyone in the camp froze for a few seconds at the same time.

"The first bell! The first bell rang!! Baryl, who was the first to wake up, roared like crazy.

"What's the Big Clock!?"

Ballier didn't answer Fermi, and threw himself to the front line, his eyes red to the point of blood, staring at the rat tide.

"That's not right...... That's not right...... The bell has already sounded! ”

"What the hell do you mean!?"

"The first bell! The first stage of the general attack!

"General Attack ......?"

Before Fermi could react, Beryl suddenly realized something and roared at the mage: "Release the Manifestation Technique!" ”

The elven mage Ymir was the first to react, and a spell was sprinkled around the camp.

The carpet of flesh and blood for dozens of meters between the rat tide and the camp suddenly twisted, and a distorted shadow of almost transparency loomed.

"Wind Rat!"

Another manifestation was unleashed, and the outline of what Belyl called the Wind Rat became clearer again.

Knowing that they had been discovered, they stopped dodging the bullets and rushed forward with their arms waving.

The bullets of the magic muskets struck it, bursting into sparks, and the falling cannonballs were deftly dodged by them.

The first Wind Rat jumps onto the camp and cuts off a soldier who wants to use a magic musket as a weapon.

The soldiers around the Wind Rat instantly turned into a mist of blood. The twisted shadow held the twin daggers, like a bitter wind reaping the lives of the soldiers.

On August 9, two hours before evening, the nezumi rushed up Hell Mountain.

"Elite Team!"

Fermi yelled, followed by a "bell", and a cloud of sparks exploded in front of his eyes.

Beryl blocked the fatal blow for him. He roared and swung his sword, and the air in front of him twisted, revealing a pockmarked nezumi on the surface.

The elite team and the orcs roared and rushed forward at this moment.

"Block them!"

They must get rid of the wind rats immediately, and the rat tide will rush up and everything will be over.

Soaring through the sky, Elimoas watched as countless nezumi assassins leaped into the camp, and the rat tide that had just opened up the distance returned, unable to crouch down on the nezumi priest anymore, and swooped down towards the camp with the white dragons.

Boom –

Finally folded her wings, Elimoas instantly slammed the two raging Wind Rats to death, and the dragon's head was raised, and a lightning dragon's breath turned a Wind Mouse that had leapt into the crowd of soldiers into charcoal.

The white dragons fell one after another, but they couldn't do magic, and their bulky bodies couldn't catch the wind rats at all. Their twin daggers swung into afterimages, leaving deep wounds on the white dragon's claws.

Erie Moya unleashed the dragon's power without any reservation, and raised her head and roared: "You stop the rat tide!" ”

The white dragons flapped their wings and rose into the air, but then, a white dragon that had been climbed up the back of the Wind Rat fell with a wail, and glided out of the camp and smashed out of Hell Mountain.

They have no time to grieve over the fall of the White Dragon, and the elite team fights with the Wind Rats.

Instructor Lyric held his greatsword as if he were fighting the air, and only the occasional eruption of sparks indicated that his enemies were in front of him.

At this moment, the gunshots, which had disappeared for almost a minute, rang out again.

Caught off guard, the Wind Rats erupted into a cloud of sparks

Sick soldiers poured out of the ground.

"How did you guys get up!?" Fermi was fighting in front, but the adjutant of ordinary people was about to go crazy.

"Adjutant Walter, the camp has fallen to the nezumi, and we are all going to die."

The young soldier in the lead actually smiled, turned around and shouted: "We don't lose!" Kill hundreds of nezumi with your own hands...... Is this something we dared to think of before!? ”

"Every extra rat killed is blood gain, let the rat man bury us!"

The young, pale faces were hideous with roars.

"Funeral!"

(End of chapter)