A strange world

Chapter 334 Section 187. Protect Moon Bay

The pale snow forest...the dazzling rat tide...the biting cold wind...

The musketeers exhaling white mist stood on the undulating wood thorns, waiting for the gray-brown rat tide to approach.

"No matter how many times I see it, it makes me despair." Losey murmured while looking at the wriggling black line.

The sound of flapping wings came from far away, and a blue dragon and thirteen white dragons flew over the wooden thorns.

Today's visibility was not bad, so Annan could barely see the number of this repeatedly attrited rat tide - they stretched out for more than ten miles in the snow forest. Should they number 500,000 or 600,000...?

Assuming that the Musketeers shot one at a time, each of them would have to kill three hundred ratmen to deal with this wave of rats.

The only good news: There are no elite soldiers in this wave of rats. At most, they are only mixed with some semi-elite ratmen wearing leather armor and holding farm forks. Killing an unarmored enemy with a musket is as easy as Annan borrowing money from the blue dragon.

The white dragon hovering over the rat tide began to dive - as the weakest dragon tribe, the white dragon has suffered many criticisms - such as being the shame of the dragon tribe, being a dragon but still fighting with claws, being enslaved by the frost giant, and being bigger than the entire goblin. The brains are not as smart as the goblins. To kill an adult black dragon, the blue dragon needs at least a team of master professionals. To kill the adult white dragon, a team of elites is enough - but this is the same as the one standing at the top of the Allen continent. Dragon Clan Vs. For the Skaven, their extended weight of nearly seven meters and hundreds of pounds would bring disaster to the Skaven simply by swooping down.

A teenage white dragon would most likely not be able to defeat two large elementals, but two large elementals blessed by the elemental elders would not be able to keep up with the white dragon's rat-killing speed. Bailong is serious about bullying the weak.

This wave of ratmen did not have a commander - they emerged from the snowy forest and did not close their formation or surround the thorny area. Instead, they rushed straight towards the musketeers.

With the sparse formation and White Dragon's dive, the pressure faced by the Musketeers suddenly decreased.

boom--

When the forward of the rat wave was still a hundred yards away from the battle line, a gunshot rang out and a rat man fell to the ground.

Annan looked down at the battle line and wondered who could be so brave.

The actual killing range of the magic musket is 100 yards away. The musketeer's rule is "shooting within 30 yards" because shooting beyond 30 yards depends on luck. The front sight cannot be said to be shoddy, but it is definitely aimed at the Blue Dragon and the Bronzebeard.

He found the soldier who fired the shot: Hellfire's Chief Sergeant Femi, who was being cheered by the Musketeers.

Not to be outdone, Losey also raised his musket and pulled the trigger——

The blue dragon, which was gliding normally, suddenly turned sideways, almost throwing Annan off.

"Luoxi! If you shoot again, I will kick you back to the Snow Mountain Fortress!" Annan shouted at the culprit.

Losey blushed and reloaded.

When the rat tide approached fifty yards from the thorn zone, the musketeers on the defense line stretching hundreds of meters raised their muskets. As Losey and Fermi gave orders, the sound of gunshots and gunpowder smoke echoed in the sky.

The ratmen in the front row fell to the ground in large numbers, but they had no fear of unknown weapons. The rats poured out of the snowy forest one after another, getting closer and closer, crashing into the wooden thorns covered by the snow, and filthy blood flowed. The rat men behind climbed up the bodies of their companions, and some did not forget to lower their heads to take a bite of fresh flesh and blood, and then were killed by muskets and became food for other rat men.

The surging rat tide looks terrifying, but the musketeers who experienced the Battle of Glacierport were neither too frightened to hold their guns nor too shaken to move their legs. They followed the arranged plan, keeping a distance from the rat men and retreating bit by bit.

The wooden thorns slowed down the speed of the rat men. Every time they advanced one meter, hundreds of rat men would fall.

"The war has begun."

Annan, who was overlooking the macro-battlefield from the air, could not let the cold wind dissipate his passion, "It's our turn to fight side by side."

Annan and Blue Dragon alone covered the Musketeers' flanks. As the portal appeared above the rats, the turbulent seawater crashed down like a waterfall, scattering the rats.

After setting up three portals, the blue dragon returned to the front line. Annan opened his bulging pocket and threw the magic potion into his mouth.

In less than ten minutes, the Musketeers' defense line had retreated nearly three hundred meters. But it doesn't matter, there are still ten three hundred meters waiting for the rat men.

The wood thorn zone is like a meat grinding mill, constantly consuming the number of rat tides. About an hour later, Annan replaced the tired musketeers and let the elements take over the defense.

The earth element is still blocking the front, and the water element is outputting from the rear, but this time the fire element is also put into the battlefield - with five water elements and one fire element in the team, its function is to prevent the water element from turning into ice element.

It's just that the performance of the two hundred and twenty-three large elementals was much inferior to the two thousand musketeers, and they were even almost surrounded by a wave of rats.

A water blade can cut open a rat-man's head, as can a bullet, and the latter is ten times as numerous as the former.

Annan could only replace the musketeers who had rested for less than thirty minutes, and then opened the portal - the portal leading to Breeze City.

The ogre was squatting in Olmedo's office, and the office that flickered like a fireworks show appeared on the other side of the portal.

"Lend me some guardian mages!"

Olmedo didn't ask what happened: "What kind of strength do you want?"

"It can restore the physical strength of two thousand soldiers in a short time!"

Before the portal disappeared, ten elite mages and one master mage came to the Wood Thorn Zone.

It wasn't the elf mentor who disappointed Annan, it seems she hasn't come back yet...

The guardian mage from the mage tower began to release spells to eliminate fatigue. Annan couldn't help but think that if the gods had not lost contact, the priest could wave away everyone's fatigue... But the gods had not lost contact, and the McKeon rats would not invade the human kingdom in large numbers.

The musketeers, who had recovered their strength, plunged into the thorny area again. The sound of gunfire and the falling of rat people made the mage curious, but he also felt that it was nothing more than that - the mage's curiosity and arrogance emerged at the same time.

Annan also went to the front line again, and after releasing the seventh portal of the day, he couldn't hold it anymore. Ilimoyasi accelerated Annan a little bit, and he lay on his back and retched. Thinking he was a burden, he was sent back to the city wall.

From early morning to dusk, the gunfire never stopped. The Musketeers were getting closer and closer to the wall, and the Skaven were getting fewer and fewer.

In the gloomy evening, the last rat-man crossed the thorn field and rushed towards the city wall alone. When he was about to touch it, a musket rose up with smoke.

The last of the Skaven fell to the ground.

What appeared before everyone's eyes on the city wall was an area paved with rat-man corpses.

"we won!"

I don't know who shouted, and a tidal wave sounded from the city wall.

The Musketeers cheered, Annan was happy for them - they had a right to be proud. At the cost of two thousand non-professionals and no one dying, hundreds of thousands of rat tides were wiped out in one day.

But not long after, Annan looked at the snow forest in the distance again.

The crows that were supposed to be enjoying a sumptuous meal rose up in fright.

A second wave of rats is approaching.