A strange world

Chapter 831 Section 62. Intermission

The Skaven's first night of attack left over a million corpses, but it seemed they were the losers...

They were almost penetrated by the "greeting" ratmen.

Whether they realized that "there is no need to attack Hell Mountain", or something happened on other fronts that attracted their attention, the soldiers took the time to rest.

Belial lay on the edge of the camp, staring into the surging darkness.

"What are you looking at?"

"They are temporary, or they have given up." Belial didn't look back, "We'd better pray that they don't take us seriously."

What Belial said was unpleasant, but Fermi did not refute it.

He's right. From the north to the south, the thirteen clans of ratmen forced humans to put aside their past grudges and form an alliance. Why are they blocking the McKeon clan? With 5,000 ordinary people who can only pull a trigger? "

The rangers stopped shooting, their fingers cut with bow strings dripping with blood. There were no mages to heal them because they were under the greatest pressure and suffered the most severe injuries.

Once the evil energy falls on the camp, everyone will lose resistance.

The mages were pouring potions into their mouths, wondering if they could recover before the rat men's new attack.

At this time, the goblin ran out from the ground, holding a magic scroll and a recovery potion. He tore the scroll open without any money, restored the spirit of the soldiers, and distributed the potions to the tired soldiers.

Fermi realized more deeply what Mr. Annan meant when he said, "War is fought for money."

Originally, the person who was hit should have been killed...

Broken Tooth and Miller hid in the underground warehouse all night, and couldn't help but followed the goblin and ran out. The result was that the soldiers raised their heads after receiving the medicine and suddenly vomited.

"What's going on?" The centurion came over.

"The rat people are all the same. When I see broken teeth, it's like seeing those rats that were beaten to pieces and turned into pulp..."

"vomit--"

There was feeble retching and angry sounds coming from the side: "Stop talking..."

"That's because you are useless. Why am I fine?" The centurion patted the soldier on the head and apologized to Broken Tooth, "Don't mind, they are just too fragile."

"Hank! You just became a warrior a few months earlier than us. It's nothing special. We can do it in the future too."

"That's a few months ahead of you." Hank said proudly.

The soldiers around him laughed and cursed.

"That's how it should be! The dejected look on your faces just now made me angry. If you don't know, you thought we lost!" A laugh sounded from the side.

Centurion Hank stood up straight: "Instructor Lyric!"

Lyric waved his hand: "I am no longer your instructor, now we are comrades-in-arms."

"I became a warrior because of your training, and you will always be my instructor." Hank said stubbornly.

Lyric smiled happily and was about to say something when he suddenly raised his head.

A few seconds later, Hank heard the faint sound of wind blowing from above his head.

Several shadows appeared in the night sky.

Ilimoyas and the white dragons set off a gust of wind and landed in the clearing.

These behemoths, which are like miracles of the Creator, bring an indescribable sense of security. Even if they fall into the rat tide, they will be instantly submerged.

Femi stared at the blood-stained dragon claws of Ilimoyas and frowned.

"Are you injured?" he stepped forward and asked.

Blue Dragon was injured, how could he explain to Lord Annan...

"Three champion rats, their injuries are a hundred times worse than mine." Ilimoyas said nonchalantly.

The elf mage Ymir came over with an empty potion bottle and stared at the wounds on the claws of the Ilimayas dragon: "Are you still useful?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the cold dragon eyes suddenly descended on Ymir along with the condensed dragon power.

They were all masters, and Ymir was not affected at all. He said calmly: "I will collect it for Lord Annan."

Ilimoyasi's vertical pupils gradually softened. As the spell was cast, the dragon's blood in the wound separated and turned into a blood mass surging with powerful power, which fell into the potion bottle.

"Have you solved the rat priest?" Femi asked at this time.

Ilimayas: shook the dragon's head: "They are very careful, but they should be scared, and they don't dare to run near you rashly anymore."

This is good news. They don't have to worry about the rat priests for the time being.

"Cough cough cough..."

Locklan withdrew his gaze and looked at his comrade next to him who was coughing violently: "What's wrong with you?"

"It seems to be the cold... I'm fine." The soldier shook his dizzy head.

There were a few more coughs from all over the camp. They had time to light the campfire again, and broke out in a sweat with the hot soup cooked by the goblins.

The moon is about to disappear in the mountains in the west, while the horizon in the east gradually lights up faintly.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief...

Although daylight will not affect the Skaven attack, the bright environment will always make people relax.

The dawn of August 9 finally arrived.

There are three days left until August 12th.

…

In the early morning, Annan knocked on Olmedo's bedroom door and pulled the sleepy Olmedo to the warehouse.

Annan stayed up all night, always worrying about the situation in the north - even though he had not slept for four or five months.

Opening the portal, Annan got the good news that the rat tide had been temporarily repelled.

The workers who were ready began to move the supplies, while Annan and Olmedo learned from the adjutant about the incident and the news that Ilimoyas was injured.

"I want to go to the front line!" Annan shouted.

Olmedo stopped him: "You can't change anything in Hell Mountain."

After the portal was closed, Annan sighed after getting the magic stone: "5,000 people are still too few..."

How can Liberty City recruit enough soldiers without straining its muscles and bones...

Annan held the magic stone, thoughtfully.

…

Liberty City Theater

The gathered chatter returned to silence as the magical images began to play.

There was a burst of doubt in the auditorium, screening accident? Did the theater accidentally release the sixth Magical Image?

In the picture, a farmer was harvesting wheat in a wheat field, with dark clouds in the distance... Suddenly, a rat man jumped out of the wheat field, threw the farmer down, and bit his throat.

Amid the screams, the screen pulled up, and the audience saw the "dark clouds" in the distance - they were the endless rat-men.

They were getting closer and closer, their eyes were scarlet and their expressions were ferocious. When they almost made the audience scream, the scene froze and Annan, wearing a mage's robe, appeared on the screen.

"Such a scene is happening all over the north right now."

The scene behind Annan changed again, to a bird's-eye view of the Huiyue Mountains.

The rat-men are endless, like a tide flooding this mountain range.

"Behind us lies Middle-earth. Our peace is at stake, unless you make the most important choice of your life!"

Impassioned music sounded, and the soldiers of Liberty City fought hard on Hell Mountain.

"Prove to everyone that you have the courage to protect Middle Earth."

"Join the ranks of Hellfire!"

"Whether you are a professional,"

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"Still an ordinary person."

"Stand on the front line against the rat tide!"

"Bring pain to the Ratmen"

"Cure the plague, one bullet at a time!"