Ride and Cut

The moon in the sky is round and round, and the spiders on the ground are densely packed——Abu.

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When the round jade plate rose to the sky, the tiger spirits on the wall of the urn city held bows and arrows and stone knives, all of them looked at death as if they were facing death, as if they were facing a mountain of bone-piercing knives and burning themselves in a sea of ​​flames.

Tonight, the moon is as bright as a light bulb, illuminating the earth, and there is no problem of dim vision.

So everyone can see that the vast open space outside the Goliath Gap has been covered by a layer of khaki "carpet".

"This is so sour..." Li Cha was patrolling back and forth with the binoculars, his arms on both sides were covered with dense goosebumps, and each hair was standing out against the wind.

Of course he could see clearly that the yellow layer was not a carpet at all, but an optical illusion produced by an inestimable number of sand spiders spreading across the plain.

"According to the most conservative estimate, the number must have exceeded 10,000." Berner looked calm on the surface, but his big hands clenched the hilt of the sword from time to time and then loosened it in vain, leaving dripping sweat stains, which had already exposed his heart.

"Why don't we run away?" Nehru was afraid of being beaten, and usually he didn't dare to talk nonsense in front of Li Cha. Today was a special situation and he couldn't help it.

"Run? Where are you going?" The lord spread his hands helplessly, "My dear Lord Nehru, please make it clear to me that before we find the next habitat, we can only live with the forest behind us, because obviously neither you nor I have the ability to survive by eating sand like sand spiders!"

In fact, Li Cha didn't really want to fight, but he didn't have a choice - it was easy to take people away, but if the Goliath gap fell, the Chimu Great Forest might really be "Twilight".

After all, the hundreds of people in Gaoshanbao still have to live here, so they have to assume the responsibility of guarding.

"Ah." Nehru sighed, hesitated for a while, and took out a dozen tanned leathers from the hidden pocket of his trousers.

"What is this?" Li Cha felt that there were elemental fluctuations on those skins, which were covered by Nehru's body-wearing before, and it was difficult to hide them once they were taken out.

"Scroll of Witchcraft."

Not long ago, when Buckland dealt with the dragon remains of Thutmose, he cleaned up a lot of tattered dragon skins that no one wanted.

That thing is too small and embarrassing for others to use, but for a shaman, it is a treasure that no money can buy.

He quietly collected them while no one was paying attention, added the stolen dragon blood and stayed up late at night to make witchcraft scrolls one after another, which he originally planned to use when he escaped from the Alpine Castle and went to freedom.

Unexpectedly, when he was preparing to act, he was brought to an unheard of new world by the hateful and cruel lord, and the hope of freedom was completely dashed. Now that my life is in danger, I can only donate these treasures with pain. After all, if my life is gone, I really have nothing!

Li Cha patted his dog's head appreciatively, "It's very good to start a side business and pay the government voluntarily."

Nehru's voice sounded as if it was forced out of his throat, like a cuckoo crying blood, and those who heard it were sad and the listener wept: "It should."

As if receiving some signal, the "carpet" outside the Goliath gap suddenly moved. When crossing the boundary of the stone wall and pouring in from the narrow gap, it is like a flood that breaks through the embankment and pours down, carrying endless anger and spreading in all directions.

"They're here!" Vera's voice was visibly trembling.

It is natural for most women to be afraid of bugs, especially spiders, especially such huge spiders, especially such huge and endless spider seas. After today, Vera's fear of bugs may be forcibly healed directly by excessive stimulation.

"I saw it." Li Cha snapped his fingers, and the soldiers of the Alpine Fort who were still playing immediately quieted down, fastened their visors, held their weapons tightly, and waited coldly for the sand spiders to rush into the gap, cross the open space, and climb up the city wall.

In an instant, countless bowstrings trembled together, and the arrows were so dense that it seemed like a torrential rain was coming, how could it be avoided. When the rustle fell to the ground, the sound of falling into the flesh was endless, and countless sand spiders suddenly turned into dead bodies, falling from midair to the sky.

They don't fall to the ground because there are more of the same kind of support underneath them. The fragile shell couldn't resist the violent impact, it shattered like an egg, and a viscous emerald green body fluid flowed out.

But after all, this can't stop more sand spiders like a tide, and the eight jointed limbs are so fast that they gather around to attack!

Alpine Fort and Tiger Spirit each occupy a section of the city wall, and they are also facing an astonishing number of targets. The gap between the regular army and the civilian armed forces is immediately exposed.

Strong fighting races like centaurs and highland barbarians have much longer endurance than ordinary humans. But after all, it is not a perpetual motion machine. Such things as fighting non-stop until dawn only exist in legends, and it is absolutely impossible in reality.

So they immediately gathered their formations, used the terrain to cover each other to ensure that they could take turns to rest, and played very methodically and with a clear rhythm.

Tiger Spirits are far behind in comparison. Their bravery is unquestionable, but they obviously lack the experience of unified command in large-scale battles, and they rely more on their blood in fighting. It is obvious that they are not bad individually, but they cannot produce qualitative changes when they are gathered together.

Li Cha brandished the epee, and there was a series of humming and piercing sounds in the surrounding area. One after another, the sand spiders were torn apart in an instant, and their broken limbs flew into the air.

He is leading the Ripper slowly towards Tiger Spirit, after all, even if his performance is not satisfactory, he is still the only remaining friendly army. Li Cha didn't want to see them die so quickly that they could only fight alone in the second half.

As the distance between Gaoshan Castle and Tiger Spirit gradually approached, the barbarian warriors with sharp axes and strong armor were like millstones, crushing the sand spiders in the middle bit by bit.

Nehru also took the opportunity to throw two witchcraft scrolls outside the city wall, his lips twitched in distress. Accompanied by a violent explosion, two long-lasting bonfire road signs were lit in the middle of the wave of sand spiders.

However, the tiger spirit and centaur's arrows have almost no chance of missing when the target is crowded in the field of vision. Their arrow skills are enough to make ordinary human archers die of shame, and almost the arrows can hit the center of the sand spider's back, so as to clear the field as soon as possible.

Even the thinnest Skaar, who cannot ride the ground dragon on the city wall, will inevitably be inferior, and can wield a small machete to disembowel sand spiders head after head.

They roared and fought, and the sand spiders were in front of them, but they were nothing but chickens and dogs!

But all of this, in the face of the huge number, seems not enough!

Li Cha couldn't help but began to envy the magician. If a powerful magic was thrown down at this time, the audience would be silent, how cool and majestic it would be.

Compared with the fragile defense of the sand spider, his attack power was obviously overflowing, but he had no choice but to slash through it with one sword at a time. The lord suddenly realized a reality—relatively speaking, large-scale and low-quality miscellaneous soldiers were more effective against him, because no matter how weak the opponent was, he had to swing his sword at least once, which would definitely cause a lot of invalid output.

The sand spider undoubtedly perfectly fits the concept of "a large number of low quality", so Li Cha was very depressed when playing, always feeling that he could not exert all his strength. Just stunned by the huge number like the sea, dragged for a moment without stopping.