Chapter 151, Roar of Shengqi, Disputes in the Hills, Demon Archer

Chapter 151, Roar of Shengqi, Disputes in the Hills, Demon Archer

While the Rat War is waiting for the army to be formed.

the other side.

In the rolling hills, the huge Skaven Western Expeditionary Force has begun a formal collision with the half-elves.

Vast numbers of ratmen poured into the hills.

And this number keeps increasing.

In order to compete for coal mines.

The half-elf kingdom entrenched in the hills was not taken seriously by them at all.

With the absolute advantage of this force, the rat people can exchange ten rat men for one half-elf warrior, or even twenty or thirty, it doesn't matter.

Just the first batch of troops arriving with Sheng Qi reached a quite astonishing scale.

The 450,000-strong army did not use any strategy. Just advancing was enough to make these half-elves feel desperate.

Although half-elves are not as difficult to give birth to as true pure-bred elves, they are still comparable to pure-bred elves.

Compared to humans, they are all unscrupulous and difficult-to-carry races.

Not to mention targeting the rat people.

Even they also inherited the rare talent from the elven blood.

Strong posture, precise shooting skills, strong martial arts, and rough magic skills.

Yes, this is the first truly magical race that the Skaven have faced.

Even though most half-elves can only rely on blood to simply activate elements.

But they formed a team of magic archers.

Although the number of this unit was small, it gave Sheng Qi an incomparable headache.

In the first encounter between the rat people and these magic archers who can attack from super long distances.

In the attack launched at that moment.

Couldn't even react.

Because the distance between the two parties is too far.

But the arrows that arrived instantly took away many rat men in one go.

Among them, many formal priests mixed with the rat-men army were killed by arrows.

Sheng Qi was also targeted.

An arrow wrapped in the blue breeze shot towards Sheng Qi, almost sending Sheng Qi to meet the gods.

Fortunately, the battle flag of the gods saved his life. The cyan breeze wrapped around the arrow touched the battle flag of the gods in his hand.

In the swaying of the battle flag, the hazy blood-colored light flashed away, but it disturbed the green breeze wrapped around the arrow.

The arrow deflected, and the arrow originally aimed at Sheng Qi's head passed over his head.

In an instant, the hair on Sheng Qi's body stood on end.

He threw himself down in embarrassment among the rats and disappeared.

He saw the figure shooting the arrow, the guy who almost killed him, but it was too far away and he couldn't even see his figure clearly.

Only a hint of cyan was seen.

Later, the rat priests in the rat army became more cautious.

Beware of the deadly arrows that may appear at any time.

But at the same time, such an attack also completely angered these cruel guys.

In order to deal with these half-elves hiding in the grass and hills.

The rat men began to consciously destroy the ecology of this land.

All the lush vegetation was burned.

Naturally, the half-elf would not sit back and watch this happen.

began to continuously attack the rat army.

This is exactly what the rat people want to see.

Catapults were pushed out by the ratmen.

It's hard to imagine that such a heavy and bloated instrument could be carried around the hills by the rat people.

Perhaps the blessing from the gods on the battle flag played a key role.

The blessing of the gods gave the rat men in the Western Expeditionary Force under Sheng Qi stronger physical strength.

Or perhaps it was the slave rats who struggled to push the instruments while being whipped by the rat priests that were more critical.

Compared to the rough rat war, the rat priests were obviously more interested in the various big toys that appeared in the war.

Shortly after the war against the wild boars ended, the rat priests were already more skilled in making bed crossbows and trebuchets than the wild boars.

Although it is difficult to say whether I took the wrong path or not.

It is larger, more powerful, and at the same time more complex.

The rat man's trebuchet expanded several times in size in a very short period of time, standing on the ground like a tall tower.

Huge gears are embedded in this huge trebuchet.

The bite is not tight.

This is a technique learned from the quilboar city guard crossbow.

Only limited by the rough metal smelting technology, these gears... are irregular, large and small. Every time they operate, when the slave rats pull the winch, you can even clearly hear the harsh friction sound.

It's quite big, and its power is quite good.

The range of this huge trebuchet is even more exaggerated than that of the half-elf magic archer.

Every time you are ejected, you'd better pray to see if you can be safe.

Because this huge trebuchet itself is unreliable and its quality is worrying, and the journey over the mountains and ridges also makes its already unreliable quality even more worrying.

When you pull the lever, it's really difficult to determine whether the boulder will be thrown out with a roaring sound in the next second, or whether the trebuchet will collapse with an overwhelming and harsh sound.

It won't be a small posture, you know, in order to be more effective in the attack.

The ammunition fired by the trebuchet is not a simple boulder, but a boulder bound with an expanded ratman.

The strict rat-man priests did not crudely shoot out the swollen rat-men fed with blood mushrooms as ammunition.

Bulk Skaven that are too light will greatly reduce the range of these big toys.

Although the solution to this problem is equally simple.

Just tie a rope to these bloated ratmen, and the other side of the rope is connected to the boulder to be launched by the trebuchet.

Dilemma solved.

It will bring about a very strange scene.

Whenever this huge trebuchet is activated, you can hear the desperate wail that is instantly elongated and becomes smaller and smaller.

The effect is very good.

Even though the accuracy of this huge trebuchet is still worrying, the accompanying pollution attack is not something that the half-elves can bear.

The exploded distorted flesh will indiscriminately contaminate everything it comes into contact with.

It was a terrifying pollution that would proliferate flesh and blood and give birth to writhing tentacles, even with dry and dead wood.

Every one of them made no sound.

Although this also leads to another problem.

When these trebuchets disintegrate, their power will also be extraordinary.

The thick logs broke, the huge metal gears flew out, and the exploding rat-men exploded with desperate wails.

There is also the horrible, distorted flesh and blood scattered everywhere.

Such terrifying pollution was also unbearable for the Ratmen.

It's like a lottery.

Every time you pull the trigger, you can't predict whether there will be a surprise or surprise waiting for you.

When that shockingly powerful scene happened many times, several excited rat priests died tragically on the spot.

The guy who controls the giant trebuchet becomes the Great Claw Priest and the slave rats they command.

These guys obviously knew that this situation was too dangerous.

So they replaced the manipulator with the Great Claw Priest.

But they don't think there is any problem with this, and they have no idea of ​​improvement at all. Compared with these giant trebuchets currently in service, they are much larger, have a more complex energy storage structure, are more powerful, and are even more unsafe. The trebuchet has already taken a prototype in Wasteland City.

Believe me, the scene of that thing exploding will be even more amazing.

Of course, the manipulators will still be the Big Claw Priests and the slave rats they carry.

The existence of this kind of terrifying thing caused the half-elf to suffer a lot.

For a while, they could only let the rat people wreak havoc in the rolling hills and keep retreating.

Every area that the angry rat priests set foot on was turned into a dark wasteland.

This half-elf pioneering team was difficult to resist.

Deep in the hills.

In front of a huge towering oak tree, a queen climbed onto the high platform, and a large number of half-elves gathered under her.

This is the capital of the half-elves and the location of their temples to their gods.

Just like the rat people enshrined the anchors of Du Yuan's arrival as sacred objects, these half-elves also enshrined their gods with anchors.

But compared to Du Yuan's shabby one, which only had a patterned pillar, the anchor enshrined by the half-elves was obviously grand and spectacular.

The towering tree behind the half-elf queen was the anchor dropped by the half-elf god. When it was just dropped, it was just a golden acorn.

Under the curious touch of a half-elf girl, buds quickly sprouted and turned into a towering golden oak tree.

Such miracles made the half-elves close to nature devote themselves to faith.

And the half-elf girl who touched the golden acorn became the current queen.

She became a devout believer, at this time, in order to deal with the invasion of the rat people.

She put on her armor and carried a bow and arrows.

In front of all the half-elves present, he loudly announced the coming of a cruel war.

A section of a polluted tree that gave birth to twisted tentacles of flesh and blood was brought here.

In the writhing tentacles of flesh and blood.

In the eyes of surprise and anger, a little consensus was confirmed in the loud shout of the half-elf queen.

"We must not let those twisted guys pollute our homeland!"

The half-elves mobilized, a large number of wanderers, forest warriors, and magic archers.

And the old half-elf elder.

These elders are the real magic professionals in the half-elf kingdom.

These old elves were not very convinced by the new god of hills and shooters, but those terrifying and twisted powers made them take the initiative to join the battlefield.

The god of hills and archers voluntarily abandoned the priest system and transformed his blessings into a demon archer system more suitable for half-elves.

It is difficult to say whether there is any part of the reason for these stubborn elders.

The war was upgraded in a canyon.

The Skaven's Western Expeditionary Force successfully occupied the discovered coal mine.

After the flames spread violently, it was not that difficult to find the coal mine.

Black plumes of smoke rose into the sky.

It was an opencast coal mine that was lit.

A huge army of ratmen came to occupy this mine, but they found a half-elf army gathering on the side.

The war between the two sides started in a valley.

As the attackers, the ratmen filed from the bottom of the valley and launched an attack.

As a defender, the half-elves were entrenched at the top of the valley to defend against the ratmen's attacks.

Accompanied by that desperate wail, the swollen rat-man was pulled across the sky by the boulder as the opening salvo of this war.

The exploded distorted flesh and blood smeared sickly red areas on the lush hills.

The flame was ignited again, but just when it was about to spread its violence, it was extinguished by the pouring rain falling from the sky.

A large number of shouts appeared from all sides of the valley.

This is an ambush.

The half-elves hid a large number of teams here, but these were not detected by the rat people.

Not surprising, as a race that lives in mountains and forests, they can hide themselves easily.

Arrows fell like raindrops.

A large number of bare-chested half-elf forest warriors wielding scimitars appeared from all sides of the valley and charged towards the rat people gathered at the bottom of the valley.

Heavy rain fell.

It was the half-elf elders who were calling for the heavy rain. Not that there were no rats in the rat-man army who could stop this spell. The two senior rat-man priests were able to do this.

It's just that the two senior rat-man priests were afraid of the demon archers among the half-elves and didn't dare to take the lead.

Don't talk about them. If possible, Sheng Qi doesn't want to stand out.

But with the god's battle flag in his hand, he couldn't retreat.

He is indeed an ordinary commander. Faced with such a situation, he cannot give any more solutions.

In this sudden attack, the Skaven Western Expeditionary Force was in chaos.

Because he was worried about the half-elf demon archer hiding in the mountains and forests.

The rat priests who were supposed to support the morale of the army disappeared without a trace.

Until Sheng Qi climbed onto the high platform and waved the battle flag in his hand.

Shengqi gave his own judgment.

shouted in a high-pitched, distorted voice.

"Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Becoming the target of the demon archers, arrows wrapped with magic appeared from everywhere, locking Sheng Qi as the target.

Seeing that Sheng Qi was about to die on the spot, at this moment, the battle flag he held in his hand saved his life again.

The flag stretched out, and some blurry scenes appeared.

Bloody light swept across.

The magic wrapped around the incoming arrow could not withstand the bloody light that swept in. It dimmed and shattered, and its trajectory became chaotic.

Sheng Qi is a lucky rat man.

Most of the arrows passed by his side.

He was not brave enough, holding tightly to the battle flag of the great god in his hand, betting that his life could still be saved by it.

At this moment, he was shaking. In fear, his body was tense and he was shaking involuntarily.

His bet worked.

The battle flag blessed by Du Yuan saved his life. Du Yuan's blessing instinctively rejected the power of other gods, and the enchanted arrows shot by the half-elves' magic archers were obviously tainted with the aura of the gods they believed in.

Sheng Qi survived, but not without any harm.

An arrow that was originally aimed at his back was swept by the bloody light, but still hit the target crookedly, piercing Sheng Qi's butt hard.

In the severe pain, Sheng Qi's eyes turned red instantly.

No matter how miserable he behaved, he finally stood down on that high platform, holding the god's battle flag high.

In that high-pitched, distorted voice.

"Kill them! For God's sake!"

Loud roar.