Chapter 1755 The Stone God Disappears

The next battle will be a tough one, and for Lin Shan, it is also a good time to harvest spiritual essence.

Three months later.

Tucker and his tribesmen trained and deployed day and night, and the entire Tauren tribe was strengthened into an indestructible fortress.

Tucker stood on the high platform and stared at the sky in the distance.

Although the night was falling, he knew that what was hidden in the darkness was not only the tranquility of the night, but also the coming storm of killing and fighting.

"Tribesmen!" His voice echoed in the night wind, "We are about to face the enemy's second attack. There is only one line of defense for our homeland. We are this line of defense. We have no way out. Behind us are our families. No matter how powerful the enemy is, we must defend our land with courage and strength!"

At dawn, the enemy's steam warships gathered in front like dark clouds. The steam warships did not dare to enter the attack range of the divine art and landed far away.

The vanguard of the green-skinned creatures hidden in the surrounding area was the first to go out. Their equipment looked very sci-fi, flashing with a cold metallic luster, and carrying various high-tech weapons.

The warriors of the Minotaur tribe were not to be outdone. Their equipment was even more fantastic. The divine scholars stood behind the warriors, holding a staff shining with mysterious light in their hands and chanting spells, providing powerful magic support for the warriors.

The battle was about to break out, and the vanguards of both sides clashed fiercely in the center of the battlefield.

The warriors of the Minotaur tribe were wearing heavy scale armor, holding huge battle axes and shields, and struggling to resist the steam-powered swords of the green-skinned creatures. The green-skinned warriors carried a backpack that could jet on their backs, which was more flexible than the Minotaur, but the Minotaur had stronger strength and defense. Moreover, once the green-skinned creatures flew into an empty space, they would inevitably become the target of divine magic.

So in theory, the individual combat power of the two sides was about the same, but the existence of the divine magic troops completely crushed the green-skinned creatures.

The 10,000 divine scholars at the back of the battlefield were functional logistics troops. They formed a comprehensive magic circle, and the spells echoed in the air, forming a series of flickering barriers to provide protection for the frontline warriors when necessary.

Whenever a warrior was injured, they would immediately cast a healing spell to make their wounds healed initially.

In front of the logistics troops, there were 10,000 divine scholars responsible for the attack. Various offensive divine spells were released crazily, and fireballs, ice cones, and lightning flew around on the battlefield, causing great damage to the blue-skinned creatures.

Faced with these fantastic magics, the alloy shields of the blue-skinned creatures also seemed precarious.

The battle gradually entered a white-hot stage. The warriors on both sides tried their best, and the battlefield was filled with the breath of blood and fire.

The warriors of the Tauren tribe knew that behind them were their families. They had no way out. Only by giving their all could they protect this piece of land.

This belief forced the blue-skinned warriors to retreat step by step.

Tucker took the lead and rushed to the rear of the enemy alone.

Every time he swung his sword, he brought unmatched power, knocking a group of green-skinned creatures to the ground.

Until a powerful green-skinned warrior came to him, and the two fought back and forth.

The surrounding warriors took the initiative to make room for them.

On the battlefield, blood gradually merged into a river, and broken armor and broken weapons were everywhere.

As the battle continued, the losses of both sides increased.

Seeing that the momentum of the opponent's attack weakened.

Tucker raised the scepter in one hand and shouted loudly, "People! For our homeland, charge!"

The white light emitted from the scepter made Tucker's voice like a war drum, inspiring every warrior.

The tauren warriors responded to Tucker's call and burst out with unprecedented fighting power.

Under Tucker's leadership, the tauren warriors launched the final charge.

They rushed to the position of the green-skinned creatures like an unstoppable torrent.

On the battlefield, the swords and shadows intertwined, and the flames and blood complemented each other.

Knowing that the situation was hopeless, the Qingskin army began to retreat, and the steam warships behind them kept taking off.

The divine scholars also used the most powerful divine arts at the last moment. Huge elemental light pillars fell from the sky and bombarded the warships of the Qingskin creatures, blowing up large areas of steam warships.

The battle was over, and the soft light of the early morning sprinkled on the battlefield, but it seemed particularly cold.

The ground was full of wreckage and corpses, and the air was filled with the smell of blood and the embers of gunpowder.

The warriors of the Minotaur tribe dragged their tired bodies and began to clean up the battlefield, their hearts filled with grief and fatigue.

After counting, the Minotaur tribe paid a heavy price.

There were as many as 30,000 injured warriors, and the death toll was as high as 50,000. The population of the entire tribe dropped sharply by one-eighth again. This loss made every Minotaur feel heartbroken.

However, the losses of the Qingskin creatures were even more severe.

Judging from the dense accumulation of corpses, their death toll was at least twice that of the Minotaur tribe.

Judging from the battle record, the Minotaur tribe won, but they simply could not withstand such consumption.

In the temple, Lin Shan silently absorbed the spiritual elements diffused in the battlefield.

This war allowed him to harvest a large amount of spiritual elements, almost 20 trillion units.

However, for the total amount he needed, these spiritual elements were just a drop in the bucket and far from enough.

There was also an unexpected gain. The resentment, spirit and soul fragments that escaped after the death of the blue-skinned creatures allowed Lin Shan's mental power to return to the level of Sequence 4.

"It seems that it is time to leave this place and explore a wider world." Lin Shan's spirit whispered in the void.

If he continues to stay in this small place, he will definitely not be able to collect enough resources.

Lin Shan is now somewhat concerned about the truth of the game on the other side.

This mysterious game is connected to the gray fog universe. If he can log in to the game on the other side again, he may be able to contact Ikaros and ask about the situation in the gray fog universe.

A year later, the village of the Minotaur tribe gradually restored order.

Tucker and the divine scholars worked together to rebuild their homes and appease the tribesmen.

What no one expected was that the stone god who had been worshipped in the temple disappeared quietly.

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