Chapter 151, Roar of Sheng Qi, Dispute in the Hills, Magic Archer

Just when Rat War was waiting for the army to be formed.

On the other side.

In the rolling hills, the huge ratman Western Expeditionary Force had already begun a formal collision with the half-elves.

A vast number of ratmen poured into the hills.

And the number was still 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 this absolute advantage in military strength, the ratmen could exchange ten ratmen for a half-elf warrior, or even twenty or thirty.

The army that arrived with the first batch of Sheng Qi alone reached a rather astonishing scale.

The 450,000-strong army did not use any strategy, and just moving forward was enough to make these half-elves feel desperate.

Although half-elves are not as difficult to give birth as real purebred elves, that is also compared with purebred elves.

Compared with the first-class humans, they are all a difficult-to-give-birth race.

Not to mention the ratmen.

Even if they also inherited the thin talent from the elf bloodline.

Agile figure, accurate archery, not weak martial arts, and crude magic skills.

Yes, this is the first real magic race that the ratmen face.

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

But they have formed a magic archer.

Although the number of this unit is small, it is a headache for Sheng Qi.

In the first encounter between the ratmen and these magic archers who can attack from a long distance.

In the attack launched in that instant.

They couldn't even react.

Because the distance between the two sides is too far.

But the arrows that arrived in that instant took away many ratmen at once.

Among them, there are many formal priests mixed in the ratmen army who died in the arrows.

Sheng Qi was also targeted.

An arrow wrapped in a green breeze shot towards Sheng Qi, almost sending Sheng Qi to see the gods.

Fortunately, the battle flag of God saved his life. The green breeze on the arrow touched the battle flag of God in his hand.

As the battle flag swayed, a hazy blood-red light flashed, but it disturbed the green breeze on the arrow.

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

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

He fell down in the rat swarm in a panic and disappeared.

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

He only saw a touch of green.

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

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

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

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

The ratmen began to consciously destroy the ecology of this land.

The lush vegetation was completely burned.

The half-elves would naturally not sit idly by and watch this happen.

They began to attack the ratmen army continuously.

This is exactly what the ratmen wanted to see.

The catapults were pushed out by the ratmen.

It is hard to imagine that such a heavy and bloated machine could be carried by the ratmen to various places in the hills.

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

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

Perhaps the slave rats who pushed the machines hard under the whip of the ratmen priests were more critical.

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

Soon after the war with the wild boars ended, the ratmen priests were more sophisticated in the manufacture of bed crossbows and catapults than the wild boars.

Although it is hard to say whether they have taken the wrong path.

It is bigger, more powerful, and more complex.

The ratman's trebuchet has expanded several times in size in a very short time, standing on the ground like a tower.

Huge gears are embedded in this huge trebuchet.

The bite is not tight.

This is a technique learned from the wild boar's city defense crossbow.

It is limited by the rough metal smelting technology. These gears... are not regular, large and small. Every time they are running, when the slave rats pull the capstan, you can even clearly hear the harsh friction sound.

It is very big, and the power is quite good.

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

That is, every time you throw, you'd better pray whether you can be safe.

Because this huge trebuchet itself is unreliable, the quality is worrying, and the crossing of mountains and ridges along the way makes its already unreliable quality even more worrying.

When you pull the lever, it is really hard to determine whether the next second the boulder will be thrown out with a whistling sound, or the catapult will collapse with a piercing sound under the heavy load.

It is not a small move, you know, in order to make the attack more effective.

The ammunition fired by the catapult is not a simple boulder, but a boulder with a swollen ratman tied to it.

The strict rat priests did not roughly use the swollen ratmen fed with blood mushrooms as ammunition.

Those too light swollen ratmen would greatly reduce the range of these big toys.

Although the solution to this problem is also very simple.

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

The dilemma is solved.

It will bring a very strange scene.

Every time this huge catapult is activated, you can hear the desperate wail that is instantly elongated and getting smaller and smaller.

The effect is very good.

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

The exploded deformed flesh and blood will indiscriminately pollute everything it touches.

That is a horrible pollution that even dry and dead dead wood will grow flesh and blood and give birth to twisting tentacles.

One hit and one is silent.

Although this also leads to another problem.

When these catapults collapsed, the power would also be different.

Broken thick logs, huge metal gears flying out, and swollen ratmen exploding with desperate wails.

And the horrible deformed flesh scattered everywhere.

Such a horrible pollution of ratmen is also unbearable.

It's like a lottery.

Every time you pull the trigger, you can't predict whether it is a surprise or a surprise waiting for you.

When the amazing scene happened many times, several excited rat priests died on the spot.

The guy who operated the huge catapult became the big claw priest and the slave rats they commanded.

This group of guys obviously knew that this situation was too dangerous.

So they replaced the operator with the big claw priest.

But they didn't think there was anything wrong with this, and had no idea of ​​improvement at all. The larger catapult that was one size larger than the current huge catapults, with a more complex energy storage structure, greater power, and more unsafe, had already taken shape in the waste slag city.

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

Of course, the operators will still be those big claw priests and the slave rats they carry.

The existence of this terrifying thing has caused a lot of loss to the half-elves.

For a time, they could only let the rats abuse in the rolling hills and retreat continuously.

The angry rat priests turned every area they stepped into into a dark wasteland.

This half-elf pioneer team was hard to resist.

Deep in the hills.

In front of a 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 the temple where they worship their gods.

Just like the ratmen worshipped the anchor when Du Yuan descended as a holy object, these half-elves also worshipped the anchors of their gods.

But compared to Du Yuan's shabby one with a patterned column, the anchor worshipped by the half-elves was obviously more majestic and spectacular.

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

Under the curious touch of a half-elf girl, it quickly fell to the ground and sprouted tender shoots, turning into a towering golden oak tree.

Such a miracle made the half-elf who was close to nature offer his faith.

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

She became a devout believer. At this time, in order to deal with the invasion of ratmen.

She put on armor and carried a bow and arrow.

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

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

In the twisting flesh tentacles.

In the surprised and angry eyes, a consensus was determined in the loud shouting of the half-elf queen.

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

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

And the old half-elf elder.

These elders are true magicians in the Half-Elf Kingdom.

These old elves are not very convinced by the newly emerged God of Hills and Archers, but those terrifying and twisted powers make them take the initiative to join the battlefield.

This God of Hills and Archers took the initiative to abandon the priest system and turned his blessing into a magic archer system that is more suitable for half-elves.

It is hard to say whether these stubborn elders are part of the reason.

The war was upgraded in a canyon.

The Western Expeditionary Force of the Ratman successfully occupied the discovered coal mine.

After the flames spread, it was not so difficult to find a coal mine.

The black smoke column rose to the sky.

It was a burning open-pit coal mine.

The huge Ratman army rushed to occupy this mine, but found the half-elf army mobilizing and gathering on the side.

The war between the two sides started in a valley.

As the attacking party, the Ratman came from the bottom of the valley and launched an attack.

As the defending party, the half-elves were entrenched at the top of the valley to defend against the Ratman's attack.

The war began with the swollen ratmen being dragged across the sky by huge rocks, accompanied by desperate wails.

The exploded deformed flesh and blood painted patches of sickly red areas on the lush hills.

The flames were ignited again, but just when they were about to spread and abuse, they were extinguished by the heavy rain from the sky.

A lot of shouts appeared on all sides of the valley.

This was an ambush.

The half-elves hid a large number of teams here, and these were not detected by the rats.

It was not surprising, as a race active in the mountains and forests, they could easily hide themselves.

Arrows fell like raindrops.

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

Heavy rain fell.

It was the half-elf elders who called for the heavy rain. There were rats in the rat army who could stop this spell. The two senior rat priests could do this.

But the two senior rat priests were afraid of the magic archers among the half-elves and did not dare to show their heads at all.

Not to mention them, if possible, Sheng Qi didn't want to show up.

But the battle flag of the god was held in his hand, and he couldn't retreat.

He was indeed an ordinary commander, and faced with such a situation, he couldn't give more solutions.

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

Because of the concern for the half-elf magic archers hidden in the mountains and forests.

Those 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.

Sheng Qi gave his own judgment.

Shouted loudly in a sharp and distorted voice.

"Come on! Come on!"

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

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

The flag stretched, and some blurred scenes appeared.

The blood-red light swept through.

The magic power wrapped around the arrows could not resist the blood-red light that swept over, and they dimmed and shattered, and their trajectories became chaotic.

Sheng Qi was a lucky ratman.

Most of the arrows passed by his side.

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

At this moment, he was trembling, in fear, his body was tense, and he couldn't help shaking.

He won the bet.

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-elf magic archers were obviously stained with the breath of their belief in gods.

Sheng Qi survived, but he was not without any damage.

An arrow that was originally shot at his back was swept by the blood-red light, but it still hit the target crookedly, and pierced Sheng Qi's buttocks fiercely.

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

No matter how miserable he behaved, he finally stood on the platform, holding the battle flag of God high.

In that sharp and twisted voice.

"Kill them! For God!"

Roared loudly.