Throne of Vientiane Civilization

After several years of careful breeding and raising, the number of pterosaur riders on the Lizardman side has increased from a single digit at the beginning to thirty.

This does not include some pterosaurs that are being domesticated and hatched.

Of course, this number is still not enough in Zhou Xu's opinion, so even now, the main task of the pterosaur riders is still to conduct aerial communications and aerial reconnaissance.

And in Zhou Xu's opinion, the reconnaissance value and communication value they can provide are really not comparable to that combat power.

And now, Soros's plan requires pterosaur riders to take the wood elf mages to the sky!

Pterosaurs have poor load-bearing capacity, so pterosaur riders are all relatively short and lighter green lizards.

None of the wood elves are particularly fat, but their bodies are about the same size as adult humans. The lightest is estimated to be about 120 to 130 kilograms. In addition, they need to carry the riders and some corresponding equipment on their backs, which is a big challenge for pterosaurs.

This plan was made by Soros temporarily. In this situation, they had no other choice!

The space on the back of the pterosaur is limited. In order to allow the wood elf mages who have no riding experience to sit as steadily as possible, the pterosaur riders simply stood up on the stirrups and gave the limited space to the wood elf mages.

"Sit tight! Take off!"

While shouting, the pterosaur riders pulled the reins in their hands, and the pterosaurs' still strong legs exerted a little force, and with the flapping of their wings, they were ready to fly into the sky.

As a result, the unprecedented weight almost made them flip over. They quickly flapped their wings a few times, and finally stabilized their bodies and slowly flew up.

The presence of the wood elf mages significantly affected the flying speed of the pterosaurs.

Fortunately, they were flying in the air. Under the condition of ensuring the flying height, they basically would not encounter any danger. It was better to go slower.

However, this slower speed still made the wood elves who were going to the sky for the first time feel terrified.

Feeling the crosswind from the sky whistling on their faces, even Locke, who had been able to speak a few words before, was now pale and speechless.

If they fell from this height, wouldn’t they be crushed to pieces?

No, that’s not right! They would be killed without a complete body!

They had seen it on the wall at that time. These rat slave soldiers ate their own kind. If they fell, they would probably become food in the stomachs of these rats in an instant!

The thought of this made the wood elf mages shudder.

The whole process of the pterosaur riders landing on the wall and taking off was too obvious. The rats on the opposite side naturally noticed their existence at the first time.

But they didn’t care. Anyway, they couldn’t pose a threat to them.

The pterosaur riders flew over the battlefield in a stable and unhurried state.

“We’ve arrived!”

Hearing the voice, their bodies froze, and the wood elf mages, including John, looked down cautiously.

Good guy! The height instantly made them feel dizzy, as if they were going to fall down in the next second.

And this was when the pterosaur riders had deliberately lowered the flight altitude.

"The mission begins!!"

Take a deep breath, forcefully suppress the nervousness in his heart, and the discomfort with the air environment, and John shouted at the top of his voice.

"Relax, our mission is not complicated, and it should even be very simple for us."

At this point, John took another breath.

"I know everyone is not used to the high-altitude environment, but think about it on the bright side, the ratmen can't fly, and our current situation is absolutely safe!"

Completely different from the situation when he led the team in training before, until this moment, John officially revealed his potential as a commander.

Hearing John's shouting, the emotions of many wood elf mages slowly eased.

Yes, compared to the wall area, they are now flying in the sky, and the ratmen can't reach them at all, isn't it safer?

As this idea came into being, the Wood Elf Mages gradually lost their initial nervousness.

After adjusting their state, they signaled the pterosaur riders to fly lower, and then they reached into their arms and took out a small bag the size of a palm, which was filled with thumb-sized flat round beans.

The Wood Elf Mages grabbed a handful and threw them directly downwards.

During this period, the ratmen below naturally noticed their actions, but they had no idea what they were doing, let alone how to deal with them.

Without hesitation, after throwing those flat round beans, the Wood Elf Mages, including John, adjusted their breathing again, and then chanted quickly.

At the same time, on the battlefield, the Rat Trolls were quickly grabbing one ratman barrel after another and throwing them towards the distant South Border Fortress.

The ratmen marked by the Blood Explosion will explode after a certain period of time, so his actions must be fast.

After throwing one, he immediately reached out to grab the next one.

As a result, he failed to catch the barrel. It seemed as if the barrel was being dragged by something. The resistance made the rat troll unable to help but look down.

At that moment, watching the dark green vines crawling out from the bottom of the barrel at a speed visible to the naked eye, the rat troll couldn't help but blink his eyes. His slightly dull face showed that he didn't understand what was going on at all.

But his instinct to act made him subconsciously reach out and tear the vine apart.

"It hurts. Tear it apart, tear it apart!"

However, this grab made the vine crawl along his palm and onto his body.

And at this moment, the ratman in the flying barrel exploded with a "bang", and the black and red blood plasma that overflowed from the gap of the flying barrel stained the surface of the vine, making a "sizzling" sound.

But the twisting vine obviously didn't care about these. It was still crawling along the object, growing longer and longer, and even growing new branches.

The rat troll didn't care about this and continued to pull the vines, but the vines were pulling more and more, and in just a moment, they had already crawled all over his body!

At the same time, the regular army soldiers who were responsible for watching the rat trolls were also facing the same situation.

"Damn it! What's going on?!"

"Where do these vines come from?"

"Where's the knife? Bring it!"

"..."

Amid the screams of the ratmen, the wildly growing vines centered on the throwing positions of the rat trolls began to dye the battlefield with a new color!