Fairy Tail: I want to summon Baron Nash

Rod happily used the dress-changing magic to take out some cooking utensils and a box of ingredients.

He wanted to use the word magic to make water and fire, but Mira stopped him: "Don't waste more magic power, I'll just go get a bucket of water."

Ordinary dress-changing magic itself does not consume much magic power, so it's fine to use it, but there is no need for word magic.

Fetching water is not a physical job for Mira.

She would be weak occasionally, but at this time she just wanted to do everything by herself.

Rod wanted to help several times but was driven away by Mira, who told him to prepare the task well and wait for the delicious food.

But Rod felt bitter, watching the nest worms give birth to worms at the entrance of the village, watching the worms line up, watching the rats making a commotion outside...

Which of these is better than cooking with Mira?

But since it was Mira's idea, he had no choice. He looked around the village with the vision of the river crab, and sat down cross-legged after confirming that there was no problem.

He planned to concentrate on recovering his magic power, so that he could hold on for as long as possible.

There was a blue carved golem in front, and the sound of Mira chopping vegetables in the back, which was a very reassuring environment.

Mira handled the ingredients in an orderly manner, and occasionally looked at Rhodes' back sitting cross-legged.

What was the sense of déjà vu that the husband was working overtime while the wife was preparing dinner?

Mira blushed a little. Would life always be like this in the future?

More than two hours passed in a flash, and the blue-purple void worms had surrounded the village outside the fence in layers.

The dense worms jumped restlessly in place, which was definitely a boon for people with trypophobia.

The village chief arranged people to look out in all directions, and each of them could see the dense swarm of worms:

"What an amazing number!"

"If it's this number, it can work!"

"It's saved, the village is saved!"

The mice outside seemed a little confused about the situation.

At first, they looked at the strange creatures jumping out one by one, and they just thought they were all spare rations.

After all, they dare to attack even larger livestock, not to mention these little ones that are not much bigger than them?

As the number of worms increased, the mice became a little restless. There were too many of them, and there were too many rations.

If they were not afraid of the circle of fire, they would have rushed forward impatiently.

Even so, they still advanced a little forward, and many mice were directly exposed to the fire.

It was just that special fuel seemed to be added to the fire, and the smell after burning made the mice instinctively not want to get close.

It was the same in the past, but today the rations in front of them made their appetite slightly prevail.

But after a while, the mice retreated again.

This time it was still because there were too many of them, too many of those strange creatures, and they felt that they were going to become rations.

Although it was not two and a half hours, some villagers had already hurried to tell Rhodes that the rats seemed to be escaping.

"Time is running out, no more waiting, start the war!"

Rhodes temporarily broke away from the protection of his personal bodyguards and gave an attack order to the void nest worms.

Three nest worms raised their heads and hissed, and the worms outside the fence immediately jumped out like elastic balls.

The innermost layer couldn't squeeze out at the first time, so they took a bite of the fence in excitement.

Almost every one of them took a bite.

The circle of simple fences fell to the ground in pieces, which scared Rhode into a cold sweat.

Fortunately, they didn't do more damage.

Rhode had already seen that the IQ of these worms was much lower than that of normal wild monsters, and they were afraid that they couldn't execute too complicated tactics.

Rhode could give some complex commands to ordinary wild monsters, including three or five commands on what to do if they encountered something. But these worms probably had at most one, and more often they had to rely on three nest worms to command, and even then it was still a mess.

It didn't matter. When playing the game to explode F2A, the team also rushed forward in such a mess.

Anyway, as long as there were enough people, it would be fine if they could rush!

The mice were caught off guard by this sudden full-scale charge.

But they had nowhere to find food and immediately fought back when attacked.

As soon as the front row of mice and the front row of worms came into contact, a fierce battle immediately broke out.

The worms were simple-minded and attacked the mice closest to them. Their two rows of thin sharp teeth did not choose the position and bit whatever they caught.

A smaller mouse might be bitten on the limbs and tail by five worms, while a larger mouse might even have its nose and ears bitten, with two more hanging on its back.

Of course, in some places, a worm would be besieged by several mice, and the worms' extremely elastic bodies would be pulled into a strip by the mice like rubber bands.

The area around the village had completely turned into a battlefield, with mice besieging worms everywhere and mice being besieged by worms everywhere.

The chaos of the scene was probably equivalent to two nests of ants fighting, and it was difficult to tell which side had the upper hand for a while.

The village chief, Mr. Jasper, had mobilized the entire village to disperse around the village "at Rod's suggestion."

The weak, such as the elderly and children, were responsible for holding torches and lanterns, while the strong, such as young men and women, were on high alert with weapons, guarding against rats that might break away from the defense line and rush into the village.

In fact, Rhode's original intention was to tell the villagers to be vigilant and not to be hurt by the rats that slipped into the village.

But the villagers obviously regarded this as a decisive battle to determine the survival of the village.

Rod had no choice but to call out the Razorbeak, Shadow Wolf and others to guard against the rats that slipped through the net.

If even one person was bitten by a rat tonight, it would be the result of his inconsiderateness.

Mira silently supported Rod and pouted at him in dissatisfaction: "You are showing off again."

Rod smiled awkwardly: "Isn't this a little shorter than the expected preparation time? The saved magic power is almost enough to do these."

Mira was unhappy, and her free hand turned into a demon claw, and black magic balls as big as fists appeared in her hand, throwing them one by one into the rat group.

The explosion sounded, as if she was throwing grenades as whips.

Rod felt sorry for the road outside the village for a second, and asked the golem to add a crown of insight to Mira.

His girlfriend was unhappy and vented her anger. It was the rats and the ground that were blown up, not people.

Let her blow it up. At worst, she can help the villagers repair the road tomorrow.

However, the villagers didn't seem to care about the small matter of the road being blown up. Instead, they wanted to cheer for her - this scene of a large number of people being blown up was so satisfying!

Rhode patted the golem: "You can help too, bring the floating gun."

The golem stomped forward, just needing to avoid the worms and lift its feet to land. And two small golems drilled out of the ground, flew over the rats, and shot blue lasers one after another.

The battlefield was constantly filled with screams, and the villagers' cheers were constantly heard in the village.

The bodies of rats were increasing rapidly, and the number of worms was also decreasing rapidly.

However, the rats were really dead, and the worms were still being born at a rate of 60 per minute.

In addition, the rats would feel pain and fear when they were injured, and would retreat when they felt danger;

The worms' brains did not support them to have these ideas. As long as they were alive, they only knew to continue to bite the nearest enemy.

This fearless fighting style made the villagers feel sorry for these "cute" little bugs.

As one side gains, the other loses, and the mice, who originally had the advantage in numbers, fell into a serious disadvantage.

(The last chapter of October, please vote for the monthly ticket, it will expire if you don’t vote)

October is over. Although my work and rest schedule has been a bit messy recently and I failed to add more chapters, I have managed to stick to an average of three chapters a day (you can count if you don’t believe me), so, that is, that kind of monthly ticket...are there any extra ones?