Chapter 350: Guerrilla
The night was not peaceful.
Far in the north of the Norma Mountains, which is more than 6,000 kilometers away from Feiyu Port, on the broad road, a fierce battle is unfolding.
Yuneruo had already turned into a hideous appearance with red scales all over his body. He held a machete in his left hand and a battle axe in his right. While roaring, he jumped off the cliff and jumped into the large group of Thracian soldiers, roaring. , rotating, as if incarnated as a whirlwind of steel, invincible wherever it goes. As long as they were swept away by his weapons, the Thracian soldiers would not die or be injured. Even the stronger ones could not withstand the unparalleled power after the triple madness. They were beaten and stumbled, unable to stand.
But the Thracian army was numerous and powerful, and naturally there were also masters. Soon a few particularly strong Hercules stood up. They were all wearing heavy armor and holding heavy weapons such as axes and hammers.
Heroes are hard to beat with both fists. One-on-one, Yuneruo can easily take care of these guys. But one fights six or seven, even if he has tried his best, he can only barely suppress the opponent, and it is absolutely impossible to defeat the opponent.
But he was not fighting alone. Following him, figures camouflaged with vine branches jumped down from the cliffs one after another. They were all fully armed, and the weapons and armors of many people flashed with magical light. The strength is outstanding. In the face of Thracian soldiers, almost everyone can knock down their opponents with one or two moves, and relying on the advantage of being caught off guard, the Thracians are quite embarrassed.
These people are the guerrillas led by Yunero. Originally, they should continue to train for a while, but because the battle situation of the Norma line of defense was too urgent, Duke Norma couldn't wait, so he had to send them out in advance.
Their current task is only one, which is to try to strike the Thracian supply line. By disrupting the logistics, the Thracian army could not launch an attack, delaying the course of the war for as long as possible.
Although everyone knows that this war, or at least this battle in the Norma Mountains, the outcome is already clear. But for Duke Norma, even if he can only delay for one more day, he can transfer more people and materials, and he can also have more voice in the high-level meeting of the Molai Federation.
Don't look at the fact that he will lose his territory after this battle, but as long as he transfers enough assets and the loss of wealth is not large, it will not affect the strength of the Norma family. What's more, he dragged the powerful Thracians for so long, and no one could criticize him.
For Yunero and the others, the support given by Duke Norma was absolutely strong. The excellent enchanting equipment is almost complete sets, and the intensive training some time ago has turned each of them into a powerful weapon of war.
And among the guerrillas, Yunero is not the only one who is a master.
The bear man Harley and the lion man Redding roared together, their bodies became larger at the same time, and they swung their weapons to knock out the Thracian soldiers in front of them.
Both of them are berserkers, and their attack power is extremely strong, not much worse than Yunero. The two joined forces, and the Thracian army could not stand the front at all. Coupled with the follow-up of other comrades, and the cold arrows constantly shot from above, the Thracian transport team was quickly destroyed and the formation was destroyed. morale.
When the morale of an army collapses, all that remains is one-sided killing.
Yuneruo and the others did not waste time chasing and killing the Thracian soldiers who had fled, but opened their **** vehicle and checked it.
"It's mainly forage." Ranger Maiev said.
"It's an old rule, you can get as much as you can, and if you can't, you will be poisoned!" Yuneruo waved his hand and said coldly.
The guerrilla fighters immediately took out their storage props and shipped as much food as possible. They brought special large-scale storage tools, and after a while, dozens of grain trucks were half empty. Naturally, there was no way to transport the rest, so the female shaman Tarona took action and used the plague technique to contaminate the food, turning them into a dangerous source of disease.
Tarona is not a traveler. This shaman from the coastal swamp area in the south of Molai is a talented person. She is very ordinary in other skills, except that she is extremely good at plague. Her plague spell is not only extremely difficult to dispel, but also has a side effect—even if a number of middle-level and even high-level clerics unite to hold a long prayer ceremony to completely clear the plague, during the process of clearing, the food The texture can also be damaged very badly.
This kind of damage will not make the food inaccessible, but in terms of taste... Anyway, after eating it once, no one wants to recall the taste of it. Even the ranger Maiev, who is good at surviving in the wilderness and often tastes all kinds of homemade dark dishes, said "No, I really can't eat this" - when he said this, he was still trying to vomit, trying to pinch his nose and swallow. Spit out the things that go down.
After the actual verification, Yuneruo changed his plan to burn the food and grass. Whenever possible, let the shaman cast a spell to contaminate the food and grass as much as possible.
Military combat requires morale. Eating this kind of terrifying food that can bring down the fierce men in the dark cooking world, and still fighting with high morale, there are not too many.
So instead of destroying these grains and making them food for the Thracians, the effect is better.
Tarona's magic ritual was a little long. She used the corpses of the Thracian soldiers who had just died as the casting material, and sprinkled the shredded corpses on the grain carts with blood, and she took off her clothes, revealing thin bones. Lingding's body revolved around these grain carts, constantly waving the bone stick in his hand, chanting incantations that made people feel headaches after listening to it, and knelt on the ground from time to time, worshipping something unknown. a bit.
After more than half an hour, her ceremony was completely over. The food and grass exuded a disgusting rotten smell. Even if it was only smelled from a distance, it made people want to spit out the overnight meal.
Seeing that the ceremony was over, Maiev, who was in charge of the lookout, put his fingers in his mouth and whistled. With a long whistle, a tiger with white fur and black patterns and a pair of terrifying fangs roared. , but did not approach, just growled twice from a distance.
"There are no enemies around," Maiev said, "but it smells so bad!"
"Okay, it's done, let's go!"
"Well, leave these dark dishes to the Thracians."
"You say, will they actually eat them?"
"I think it's impossible, this smell is too bad, which priest can stand this smell?"
"But doesn't the news from the front say that the Thracian army is about to run out of food? When you are hungry, you should eat even mice or worms."
"Don't insult bugs! How can bugs be so unpalatable!"
"Fuck you, have you really eaten bugs? You're learning from Master Bei!"
"Of course you can eat whatever you find in the wilderness. The smell of bugs is actually not as bad as you think."
"This forced me to give nine points and deduct one for fear of your pride."
A group of people talked and laughed and walked away, leaving behind a **** battlefield shrouded in a terrifying stench.
As for the Thracian reinforcements arriving, how they would react after seeing these terrifying "food", that was none of their business.