Chapter 321, Ratman priest attacks friendly forces

Chapter 321, Ratman priest attacks friendly forces

The development of underground passages was put on the agenda to deal with the attacks of lightning cannons.

In order to open these underground passages, the Crusaders buried the small tower deep underground and also borrowed some construction techniques from the ratmen.

Those mages who focused on construction and building defenses also learned something from the ratmen.

In terms of structural and urban studies, the Great Claw Priests are undoubtedly experts.

In particular, the Great Claw Priests particularly like triangles and various prisms.

The underground cities of the ratmen are built up bit by bit with countless sharp triangles and angular and varied prisms.

Although the construction habits of the Great Claw Priests cannot be directly copied, the concept is in the scope of learning and absorption.

Now, these human mages are also peeking at these things through the underground tunnels built by the Great Claw Priests.

For a time, the roles between the two sides seemed to be reversed.

In order to prevent the attack of the elemental annihilation cannon, the rats began to come to the ground and build special buildings that gather elemental barriers, while humans began to go underground.

What a strange picture.

But it was very effective.

The measures of both sides were very effective, but they did not reduce casualties.

Not surprising.

After the super weapon that can suppress and deter everything and interrupt the war as long as it starts to attack can no longer play its original role, naturally the more brutal hand-to-hand combat will begin.

After all, there is nothing that can mediate the war now.

In the underground tunnel of the Crusade.

Unlike the rats, humans did not expand too deep underground, and the underground construction was also wider.

In this long night, there was actually not much difference between the ground and the underground, both were so dim.

It was just that in a trance, the ubiquitous smell of earth and the dull air clearly reminded the difference in the current location.

There has been no training for a long time, and there are no extra activities. The ratmen will attack at any time, and any extra things will bring unnecessary consumption.

The wizards are stepping up the construction of various things. Often, they will have arguments, as if they have differences on how to improve this underground fortress in the future.

When the war really started, he was still afraid and confused, but when he really started fighting with those ratmen.

After entering the underground fortress built by the wizards, after spending a long time like this.

He found that there were still many differences, and many places were not quite what he thought.

He didn't know how to describe this feeling, just that there were many differences.

Leaning against a simply reinforced stone wall, he had been leaning here for a long time. For comfort, he twisted his body and changed his posture.

Many people did die, and he almost died, but he also killed several ratmen, for Sister Linda, Father Hunter, Mother Laurie, and Uncle Luca.

Counting on his fingers one by one.

This is an ordinary young man, who should not have a good background. The marks brought by long-term labor are clearly visible. If it weren't for the tender redness on his cheeks, his sallow skin would make him look like an old middle-aged man.

At this time, he was thinking hard, and his fingers seemed to be insufficient.

Even after counting, he found that there were still several names that were gradually blurred and could not be counted.

He had killed three ratmen, and he had to kill seven more ratmen and add some more. How many more.

His fingers were not enough, and he couldn't count them. There was helpless distress on his face.

Maybe he should ask Pastor Ryan who often visited them at that time. After thinking about it, this ordinary young man added another name, and Miss Elsa.

Pastor Newen and Miss Elsa were both pastors. In this dull underground fortress, they often visited them. Of course, everyone seemed to like Miss Elsa more, but he still liked Pastor Newen a little more, not because Pastor Newen would bring some cakes every time, but because Pastor Newen would not dislike him just because he was dirty.

He wanted to ask Pastor Newen how many rats he had to kill to make up the number.

This was very important.

He remembered this matter in his heart.

Then he fell into a long period of depression again.

This war was not what he thought. He thought he would kill more rats, but now he was just sitting in this dull underground fortress in a daze.

The clanging sound of collisions rang out, it was the sound of dinner.

This ordinary young man did not wait for Pastor Newen, but waited for dinner.

There was a little more light in his eyes.

He quickly got up from the ground.

During this period of time, what he looked forward to most was the dinner time every day, and squeezed towards the tall logistics officer.

Unexpectedly.

Today's food was very good, a piece of soft white bread, a bowl of broth, this was already a rare meal, but it made many people's expressions fall.

Hatred is indeed a great help, but only until now, what this war has shown is enough to make many people no longer have the courage.

The rich food has a different meaning.

The Jihad Army is the attacking party in this war.

The ordinary young man was not in this group.

He happily took the bowl of broth and bread.

Perhaps the day to find Pastor Newen should be postponed a little later.

But not everyone is ready.

An elderly farmer stared blankly at the bowl of broth and bread in front of him.

But he had no appetite.

The young man quickly ate up what he had in his hand, and the sturdy logistics officer had not left yet.

Caesar did not limit the number of times ordinary soldiers could receive food.

If the young man wanted, he could get another bowl of broth at any time, even if the expressions on the faces of those logistics officers would become extremely bad, but they would still give him another bowl of broth.

But the young man did not do so. If he went again, he would not feel at ease. The prince was too kind and generous.

But he was not full, and his eyes fell on the elderly farmer next to him who was reluctant to act.

It is estimated that he is not old, but the farmers are generally old and give birth very early.

If it weren't for the invasion of the rats, the young man would have been getting married soon. Mother Laurie was already arranging a marriage for him. I heard that she had chosen a girl from the next village.

When he heard the news, he was quite happy, but not long after, the rats came and everyone died. The village next door was also destroyed by the rats, and he didn't have time to see the girl.

After being watched for a long time, the old farmer also noticed something.

He handed the bread in his hand over.

The young man began to eat voraciously.

Seeing him like this, the old farmer's face was a little less heavy, perhaps thinking of something.

He also handed the broth in his hand over and patted the young man on the back.

But time was running out, and a knight came here and started shouting loudly.

"Assemble, assemble!"

The young man choked at this moment, swallowing the broth in big mouthfuls, but his movements were not slow at all.

Holding his weapon, an old spear, he wore a rough chain mail that made a subtle sound in addition to an equally old leather armor.

The war was about to begin.

Suddenly.

The vanguard of the human crusade suddenly left the solid underground fortress and charged towards the direction of the ratman's land occupation.

Their mission was critical.

Destroy the messy stone pillars in the ratman position in front of the ratman.

Only in this way can the accompanying mages continuously drop the elemental annihilation cannon in the central area of ​​the land occupation, destroy the underground cavities and tunnels hidden everywhere, and then press the army, build a fortress, and stabilize everything.

Only in this way can we make a step forward on this battlefield with great difficulty.

This war was particularly difficult.

The rats reacted, and the harsh bells accompanied almost every war, as well as the sharp roars of the ratman priests.

Various war machines began to operate.

There were still many hideous things in the ratmen's hands. A swollen ratman fell with the long wailing and wailing from far to near.

The horrible deformed flesh and blood smeared the battlefield, indiscriminately tainting everything.

But the aim was worrying, and the first round almost all hit the friendly forces.

It was not easy to run wildly on this battlefield full of gullies, ups and downs, messy, and full of ratmen.

The ratmen stationed here reacted.

These guys appeared from various places and violently attacked the humans who broke in front of them.

There may be many from the berserker spells that the rat priests began to cast randomly, and many were eager for merit.

All of a sudden, the battlefield became chaotic, which seemed to be the norm when fighting with ratmen.

Died in chaos.

Those ratmen who kept pouring out, the war equipment and rat priests in the fortresses, they greatly delayed the advance of the advance army.

Soon more rat warriors will appear through the underground tunnels scattered all over this battlefield.

What was even more dangerous was that those crazy rat priests aimed their lightning cannons at the area where the two sides were fighting.

Red eyes, sharp and twisted grins, the sight fell on the chaotic area not far away where the two shots converged.

Obviously, these guys didn't care about friendly forces or not, and those lowly rat warriors were nothing in their eyes.

Of course, there seemed to be some rat priests and some of their colleagues mixed in with those rat warriors.

But it didn't matter, they had completed the calibration.

"Fire!"