Chapter 846 Section 77 August 11th

Chapter 846 Section 77. August 11

"Keep the kerosene ready!"

As Lockeron raised his hand, the warriors standing at the edge of the camp at intervals of dozens of meters held up the oil barrels.

"Rangers, get ready!"

The rangers beside the warriors ignited the arrows.

"Throw--!"

Dozens of barrels of oil rolled and smashed towards the ratmen on the hillside. The moment they hit them and broke, the burning fire arrows shot at them.

The ratmen with thick and hard hair suddenly turned into a burning flame, rolling and running around in the rat tide, bringing the flame to more ratmen.

The terrifying heat wave licked the camp, and the wind brought bursts of charred barbecue.

Everyone was smoked for a whole day and almost got used to it. If there were not too few oil barrels, they would rather smell it all day.

The burning front line instantly relieved the pressure on the camp, but it was only a short ten minutes.

The musketeers took the time to twist their shoulders and joints and move their numb legs.

Fortunately, there were still a few months before winter. Otherwise, even though the Gray Mountain Range is at the junction of the North and Middle-earth, the cold wind will make them very unbearable.

"Try the barbecue dinner we prepared!" Nina shouted with a vest on and one foot on the wall.

Lokren walked towards Fermi, and the solemnity on his face infected Fermi, and he said with a stern face: "Bad news?"

He noticed that only the oil barrels were burning, and the fire wall of the Mage Corps did not keep up.

"Well..."

"Tell me, is it that the ratmen have made new moves again, or that the supplies are not enough." Fermi did not have much emotional fluctuations. Anyone who fought for two consecutive days without sleep would be numb.

"No, it should be time for Lord Annan to send supplies now."

Lokren exhaled a foul breath: "This is the problem... Lord Annan did not open the portal."

Ymir came over at this time. Even though her robe was a little dirty, she was still elegant and beautiful, but her eyebrows were frowned.

"What happened?"

"The magic and elements have been dispelled..."

"I don't understand..."

Femi didn't understand. Of course, he could also say "I have the same qualities as Lord Annan."

"The ratmen dispelled the magic of Hell Mountain, making the magic here almost exhausted, and we can't replenish our magic."

"You can't maintain the magic barrier anymore?"

"It was okay before the magic ran out, but the bad thing is that the ratmen are about to move."

As if responding to Ymir's words, the sky that was surging with deep darkness suddenly burst into a fluorescent green light that illuminated half of the night sky.

It seemed to be the direction of the Northern Wall...

This was the only good news after the magic was dispelled and the portal could not be opened: the Northern Wall could attract the attention of a large number of ratmen.

Fermi took a deep breath: "Don't worry, the Imperial Alliance should be able to solve the magic problem... Adjutant Lockeron, how many supplies do we have?"

"Rolling stones, logs and kerosene can maintain the current strength of the rat tide for one day, and ammunition and arrows are enough for us for more than three days..."

The supplies are almost enough for them to hold on until the twelfth day required by the Or Empire... But if the magic power is not restored, time will have no meaning...

Fermi retracted his gaze, and the warriors were all staring at the ominous fluorescent green light surging in the south, and then silently checked the magic muskets to prepare for a new wave of rats.

The main force of the rats was indeed heading for the Great Wall in the north, but Hell Mountain was not forgotten. Then the rats' desire and intensity of attack suddenly increased, and the proportion of elite rats and wild rats increased.

In order to avoid being affected by the rats' general attack, Fermi had to teach those warriors and mages to use magic muskets.

"Aim at the rats through two sights, and then pull the trigger."

There are no fools among mages. They may not have enough physical strength, but their accuracy is definitely not comparable to that of the warriors who shoot into the sky.

But the rat tide was still advancing slowly, and even the rat priests appeared in the rat tide, releasing evil curses in a sinister way.

The mages relied on the magic in the magic vortex to support them, and Ilimoyas took the time to behead them. But as the roar from the direction of the Great Wall of the North became louder and louder, and more and more intense, at the worst, the brilliance of the explosion was like the sun rising from the south-

Ilimoyas and the white dragons had to temporarily return to the camp to avoid being noticed by the rat tribe and getting burned.

The mages who had run out of magic went to the front line to shoot,

"I want to buy one after the war." Luo Wa held the magic musket and couldn't let it go.

"If you like it, I'll give it to you!" The centurion on the side shouted.

The number of people holding muskets has exceeded that of the Hellfire Legion when it was fully staffed, but the density of the rat tide has also exceeded that of a few days ago. The consumption rate of rolling stones, logs, and oil barrels can't even keep up with the speed of moving them up.

No one is idle, everyone is looking for something to do.

"Aloma, you don't need to do this."

Fermi called out to the reporter of the Innocence City Post who was sweating and pushing the oil barrel: "Your task is to record our battle."

"But I also want to help."

"Then pick up the magic stone and record everything that happened here... Your battlefield is not here."

"I know..."

Aloma stood up, and William and Richardson took the oil barrel next to him, but were also stopped by Fermi: "You don't need to do anything, just protect Aloma."

The sky brightened again, and then the people in the camp found that this time it was not the glory in the north, but the sun rising in the east.

The dawn came, but it was not theirs.

The warriors fought from early morning to dusk, and countless people fainted due to exhaustion, plague, and curses. Even so, the ratmen still rushed into the camp again in the evening.

The soldiers of the Hellfire and the Fourth Legion had already experienced this scene, but the foreign aid legion had not. They watched the ratmen surge up in despair.

"Everyone, retreat to the basement!"

Femi planned to repeat the trick, grab a dazed mage, and retreat underground.

The elite team went up to give the warriors time to withdraw.

Bang——

Ymir cast a spell to block the exit for the second time, isolating all sounds outside the basement.

This time there were no wind rats, and they did not fight desperately, and the casualties were much less than the last time-it was just that everyone was exhausted.

The centurions had already taught the new warriors how to fight with the ratmen in the passage, and they wanted to repeat Belial's plan of showing weakness.

"Can you open the portal to the outside." Femi approached the mages.

"Like Lord Annan?"

"No, as long as we can get away from Hell Mountain, the farther the better."

"Shouldn't we continue to hold on?"

"We don't know when the magic power will be restored. Without reinforcements, we can only wait for death if we stay here." Fermi flipped through the map, "There are three hours left until the twelfth day, and we should prepare to break out."

"About two hundred miles east of the Gray Mountain Range is the Dimon Kingdom, which is heavily guarded and is not the focus of the rat people's southward movement."

Fermi pointed to the east of Hell Mountain about thirty miles away: "There is a hunter village here. After the rats came, nothing was left. I think the rat people should not be idle enough to tear down the houses and walls. We teleport here and head east."

"When do we act?"

"August 12th at midnight."