Chapter 846 Verse 77. August 11

"Fire oil ready!"

As Lokren raised his hand, the fighters standing at intervals of several tens of meters on the edge of the camp picked up the oil drums.

"Ranger prepare!"

The rangers around the warriors ignite the arrows.

"Throwing ——!"

Dozens of barrels of oil tumbled and smashed into the nezumi on the hillside. The moment it shattered on them, a flaming fire bolt shot at them.

The rats, with their thick and stiff fur, suddenly turned into a flaming flame, rolling and scurrying around in the rat tide, bringing the flames to more ratsmen.

A terrifying heat licked through the camp, and the wind carried the stench of burnt meat.

Everyone had been smoked all day and were almost used to it. If it weren't for the lack of oil drums, they would rather smell it all day.

The burning front line instantly relieved the pressure on the camp, but only for a short ten minutes.

The musketeers seized the time to twist their shoulders and joints, and moved their numb legs.

Fortunately, there are still a few months left before the dead of winter. Otherwise, even if the Gray Mountain Range is at the junction of the North and Middle-earth, the cold wind will make it very difficult for them to endure.

"Let's try the barbecue we prepared!" Nina shouted as she put on her vest and stepped on the wall with one foot.

Loqueren walked over to Fermi, the solemnity on his face infected Fermi, and he straightened up and said, "Bad news? ”

He noticed that only the oil drums were burning, and the mage's wall of fire was not keeping up.

"Hmmm......"

"Let's say, the rat people have new moves, or there are not enough supplies." Fermi didn't have many mood swings, and anyone who fought without sleep for two days in a row would be numb.

"No, it's supposed to be the time for Lord Annan to send supplies."

Loqueren exhaled a cloudy breath: "That's the problem...... Lord Annan did not open the portal. ”

Ymir walked over at this moment, and even though her robes were a little dirty, she was still graceful and beautiful, but her eyebrows were furrowed.

"What's going on?"

"The magic and the elements are dispelled......"

"I don't understand ......"

Fermi didn't understand, and of course, he could also say, "I have the same qualities as Lord Annan."

"The nezumi have dispelled the magic of Hell Mountain, leaving the magic here close to exhaustion, and our magic cannot be replenished."

"You can't maintain the magical enchantment anymore?"

"It's okay until the mana runs out, but the bad thing is that the nezumi are going to move."

As if in response to Ymir's words, the deep darkness of the sky suddenly erupted with a luminescent green light that lit up half of the night sky.

It seems to be in the direction of the northern city wall......

This is the only good news after the magic is dispelled and the portal cannot be opened: the Great Wall of the North can draw the attention of a large number of nezumi main forces.

Fermi took a deep breath: "Don't worry, the Imperial Coalition should solve the mana problem...... Adjutant Loquelon, how many supplies do we have? ”

"Rolling stones, logs, and oil can maintain the current rat tide for a day, and ammunition and arrows are enough for us to last more than three days......."

The supplies were almost enough for them to hold out until the twelve days demanded by the Orr Empire...... But if the mana is not restored, time has no meaning......

Fermi withdrew his gaze, and the warriors all stared at the ominous glow of glow surging to the south, and then silently examined the magic muskets for a new wave of rats.

The main force of the rat people was indeed heading towards the Great Wall of the North, but Hell Mountain was not forgotten. Next, the desire to attack and the intensity of the nezumi increased sharply, and the ratio of elite rats and reckless rats increased.

To avoid being swept up by the nezumen's general attack, Fermi had to teach the warriors and mages how to use magic muskets.

"Aim at the nezumi with two sights, then pull the trigger."

Mages are not stupid, they may not have enough physical strength, but they are not as accurate as a warrior who shoots into the sky.

But the rat tide continued to advance slowly, and even the rat priest appeared in the rat tide, unleashing a curse of evil energy in a gloomy manner.

The mages relied on the magic in the magic vortex to support them, and Elimoas hurried to decapitate them. But as the roar in the direction of the Great Wall in the north became louder and more intense, and at its worst, the light that erupted seemed to be the sun rising from the south—

Elimoas and the White Dragons had to temporarily fall back into camp to avoid being noticed by the nezumi tribe and set themselves on fire.

When the mage ran out of magic, he went to the front line and shot,

"I'm going to buy one after the war." Rova hugged the magic musket and couldn't put it down.

"If you like it, I'll give it to you!" The centurion on the side said loudly.

The number of muskets had already surpassed that of the Hellfire Legion, but the rat tide was also more dense than a few days ago, and the consumption of rolling stones, logs, and oil drums could not even keep up with the speed at which they were being moved.

No one is idle, everyone is looking for something to do.

"Aloma, you don't need to do this."

Fermi called out to the Innocent City Post reporter, who was sweating profusely and pushing oil drums: "Your task is to write down our battles. ”

"But I also want to help."

"Then pick up the Philosopher's Stone and record everything that happened here...... Your battlefield is not here. ”

"I got it......"

Aloma stood up, and William and Richardson next to him took the oil drum, which was also stopped by Fermi: "You don't have to do anything, protect Aloma." ”

It was dawn again, and the people in the camp realized that this time it was not the light of the north, but the sun rising in the east.

Dawn came, but not theirs.

The warriors fought from early morning until dusk, and countless fainted from exhaustion, plague, and curses, but even so, the nezumi rushed to camp again in the evening.

The soldiers of Hellfire and the Fourth Legion had already experienced this, but the Foreign Legion had not. They watched in despair as the nezumi poured in.

"Everyone, go back to the basement!"

Fermi planned to repeat his old trick, dragging a daz-dazed mage and retreating underground.

The elite team is on top, giving the fighters time to withdraw.

Bang –

Ymir cast a second spell to block the exit, keeping all sound out of the basement.

This time there were no wind rats, they didn't fight hard, and there were far fewer casualties than the last time - just everyone was exhausted.

The centurions have gone to teach the new warriors how to fight the nezumi in the passages, and they want to repeat Baryl's plan to show weakness.

"Can you open the portal to the outside?" Fermi approached the mages.

"Lord Annan?"

"No, as long as you can get out of Hell Mountain, the farther away the better."

"Aren't we going to hold on?"

"I don't know when the magic will recover, and if there are no reinforcements, I can only wait to die if I stay here." Fermi flipped out the map, "There are still three hours until the twelfth, and we should be ready to break out." ”

"About two hundred miles east of the Gray Mountain Range is the Kingdom of Dimon, which is heavily guarded, and it is not the focus of the nezumi south."

Fermi pointed to the east of Hell Mountain, about thirty miles: "There is an Orion Village here, and there is nothing left after the rats come, and I don't think the rat people will be idle to tear down the houses and walls." We teleported here, all the way east. ”

"When to act?"

"August 12 at midnight."

(End of chapter)