Chapter 210: To Father’s Treasures
Chapter 210: Right Dad Treasure
It wasn’t the first time Farkas had gone into battle.
Although the Split Toe Clan was only a small clan of a few thousand people, with quite a few slaves and civilians mixed in, it was not a soft target that anyone could pinch.
Apart from the occasional plundering of the Yankees’ southern realm and the Dwarves’ northern cities, they usually didn’t deal with other clans.
But he had never fought such a stifling battle.
He had experienced deeper levels of despair, but this was the first time he had been so taken by surprise.
Though the destruction of the Demonweb allowed them to invade this forbidden zone with impunity.
However, in order to prevent being settled by the Veritas, their trip was intended to be a quick one.
Therefore, the riders and flying dragons were lightly armed, with hardly any armor.
After all, in their opinion, even if those country bumpkins’ arrows could shoot up into the sky against the wind pressure fanned out by the flying dragons, they wouldn’t be able to penetrate the thick skin of the flying dragons.
As for what elf archery, what dwarven firearms ……
These are not within their consideration.
The Convention of the Four Nations is not something to eat.
If that group of mages could be strict with them, they would naturally be strict with the others as well.
However ……
What all did he encounter?
Someone shot an arrow from the ground, and after flying upwards for several hundred meters it even pierced through the hardest skull of a flying dragon?
And the hundreds of arrows that followed closely behind were actually all wrapped in greenish-green wind patterns.
Damn it, could it be that the elves had occupied this place before them?
What’s worse, he also heard the movement of muskets ……
The bombs thrown at the mage tower hadn’t even dispersed the smoke, but the battlefield had already been enveloped by a crazier sound wave.
It was the screams of the flying dragons, the curses and high pitched cries of the Zanjos.
As a Zoroastrian with a thin bloodline of beasts, Farkas was able to control his emotions well.
But not those of his countrymen.
They were mad with rage, blood-colored flames welling up in their bodies, and the mounts on their hips did the same.
The blood-soaked rider had a terrifying increase in both reflexes, strength, and endurance.
But the price was the burning of sanity.
They recklessly rushed towards the source of the arrows, controlling their mounts to make all sorts of difficult flying maneuvers in the air.
That would have been enough to shake a recruit’s brain well in normal times, but now it was a masterstroke.
They hissed as they approached their opponents and threw their bomb canisters at the patch of trees.
However, the imagined gruesome scene did not occur.
The arrows shot out as if they had been waiting for a long time, bursting all the canisters with precision in the air.
Cluster after cluster of magnificent fireworks lit up, and heat waves scorched the air.
Farkas felt an intense trance.
It was as if he was living in a dream, not invading the mountains of Makara.
Escape.
It was necessary to flee!
The patriarch had misjudged the battle; the enemy knew everything about them!
He immediately pulled up in altitude, away from the frenzy.
There were fewer and fewer people around, the howling north wind blew across his cheeks, and cold sweat instantly dried on his face.
Farkas had just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw a flying dragon stumbling towards him.
It was wounded and flapping its wings with difficulty.
Trying to fly back above the plateau in such a state was obviously a dream.
And on its back was one of the three predators involved in this battle, Lord Carrick.
He seemed to be injured as well.
“You, come here!”
Carrick stood up from the back of the flying dragon.
He had a pair of gloomy snake pupils, a head that was narrower than normal, and pale green scales around his neck.
An illusory figure that was equally as gloomy as him loomed behind him, casting the same icy gaze at him.
This was an Ancestral Spirit Warrior.
The Ancestral Spirit behind him was more than just an increase in power, it could also briefly leave his body to join the battle.
At such a close distance, even if there was no weapon in the opponent’s hand, Farkas did not dare to disobey in the slightest.
The two quickly exchanged mounts.
Watching the other party violently scurry upwards, Farkas clenched his teeth.
As things stood, he could only fly north.
Get away from the battlefield first, then find a way to circle around and go back.
What mission or not, going back alive was better than anything.
Just as this idea had just arisen, a mournful scream came from above his head.
The sound came from far away, and Farkas hurriedly tugged on the reins to make the flying dragon dodge out of the way.
A dark shadow swept past his eyes, and he realized that it was his beloved mount that he had just let go!
Its head was bloody, as if it had been cut by a high-speed rotating blade ……
He froze and looked up, only to see the massive hull of the ship slowly emerge, blotting out the sun.
Lord Carrick, who had been unbeatable just a moment ago, was now as if he were a small black dot, climbing up the edge of the deck with difficulty.
Flying …… blimp?
…
Carrick climbed onto the blimp and wiped the smeared blood from his face.
It wasn’t his, but from the flying dragon just now.
It wasn’t his own mount after all, and it wasn’t easy to control.
By the time he sensed the camouflaged blimp directly in front of him, it was too late to stop it.
He could only control it to crash into the edge of the deck, which bought him the chance to grab the edge of the ship.
He was bound to die if he fell, but there was still a chance of survival if he rushed onto this airship.
Carrick’s snake pupils swept over the crowd in front of him, taking it all in.
Humans, Dwarves, Cornu ……
An interesting combination.
Their leader was the young man in the vestments.
There was a familiar aura coming from the other side, somewhat similar to the clan’s Soul Sacrifice.
However, he was clearly only at level four.
Moreover, he didn’t have a decent guard by his side.
Chance!
Carrick lashed out with his feet and shot out so fast that the deck was dented by his stomping!
At the same time, the old man who also possessed a pair of snake pupils appeared behind him.
Although it only had the upper half of its body, it detached itself from Carrick and rushed towards Heine at a speed faster than him.
The part below the waist was pulled into a vaguely thin silk that was connected to Carrick’s back.
However, it had just rushed out a few steps before a silver toilet plunger from nowhere snapped precisely onto his head.
A silhouette in leather armor appeared right next to the plunger.
He gripped the lever with both hands and yanked violently.
Originally shooting forward at a rapid pace, Carrick’s own father was instantly taken off course, and his solidified spirit body was hardened and pulled out of shape.
Its face twisted, and it swung at Mr. Xia like a madman, but was deftly dodged by the latter, while continuing to tug the plunger all over the deck, pulling farther and farther away from Carrick.
It was as if the thread connecting father and son was about to be torn apart.
Seeing the situation, Carrick immediately abandoned Heine and ran towards Mr. Xia instead!
This weird skeleton scared him, and the worst part was that it actually had a way to snatch his ancestor’s spirit!
How could there be such a vicious spell?
Seeing that his opponent had given up on him, Heine immediately opened the pupils of the dead.
He was surprised to find that the link that was getting thinner and thinner in the eyes of normal people was actually an odd blood vessel.
The bright red blood vessel was still bulging regularly, and a nerve-like silver filament was strung on top of it, connecting all the way to Carrick’s dad.
The latter’s structure was quite similar to Squidward’s.
But the difference was that Squidward was interwoven by both black and white lines.
The Ancestor Spirit in front of him, on the other hand, had reddish veins and silver-white soul-quality threads.
In its chest, there was actually a leaping heart hidden. “The structure of the blood and soul quality …… ancestor spirit is surprisingly tied to necromancy as well.”
Heine couldn’t help but be greatly curious.
The last time he saw such a vivid red color under the pupil of the dead was the time George was assassinated in the hunting ground.
The filaments that controlled the bloodworms that is.
Heine locked onto the soul-quality filaments that seemed like nerves on the veins, and then unleashed the genuine Soul Suck.
He hadn’t used this skill much since he learned it from Brother Octopus.
A white filament instantly hitched onto the link.
The soul-quality silk thread was instantly pulled into an arch, strangling deep into the veins.
Carrick’s dad movements became sluggish for an instant.
And the Zanrocan felt as if a sharp knife had stabbed into his mind and then stirred frantically.
“Ah ah ah ah–“
He fell to the ground in agony, holding his head and wailing.
“Crap?”
How could Mr. Xia let go of this good opportunity?
He immediately grabbed the plunger and rushed to the bow of the ship, then leapt!
The Spirit of the Ancestors was dragged by him as he jumped off the ship, and his “veins” were instantly stretched to the limit.
Then, there was a “boom”.
The threads of the soul were pulled apart by the force of shear.
The veins retracted violently, and Carrick’s dad only retracted halfway.
All those parts of its body that were part of the soul mass were taken away by the skin plunger.
Meanwhile, Mr. Summer, who had rushed out onto the deck, immediately took off the wind-catching pouch at his waist and unlocked the pocket at a slant.
A strong gust of wind blew from it, and the recoil bounced him back.
Heine was relieved to see this.
This guy really liked extreme maneuvering.
Mr. Xia handed the small silver ball sucked up by the skin plunger to Heine.
He looked at Carrick, who had passed out, and then at the guy-thing in his hand.
This stuff was awesome!
“Don’t freeze.”
Heine urged, “Get rid of this guy, we still have to block the other proctors.”
“Yes.”
Mr. Xia walked towards the Zanjos with his dagger in hand.
……
Compared to the battle on the deck of the “Fire Copper”, which ended quickly, the battle on the ground and in close proximity to the ground was much more grueling.
It is unknown how long these dragon riders had been preparing, but their opponents had been preparing for three days.
Three days ago, Heine rode a ghost horse to confirm that the entire mountainous region of Makara had not been affected by the void disaster.
As for the border region.
The west side was a wasteland exclusively occupied by the Mage Tower, and nothing had happened.
On the other hand, there were visible “barriers” in the south and north.
This barrier was created by the Mages in order to allow the Magic Network to bypass the mountains, and it was also the “physical barrier” of the Four Nations Convention.
Now that the disaster has broken out, it has become a protection.
There were no cracks within the barrier, and the strange beasts outside were intentionally staying away, so there was no need to worry for the time being.
To the east, although there was no clear “barrier” for the magic net, if you connected the western stronghold of the Blighted Trace to the Court of Emerald Leaves, you would find that the rift only appeared east of this line.
So, after setting up a guard post, Heine made the decision to wait for a rabbit.
Mr. Sa turned to the dictionary for a night, and wrote a guide to “the essentials of fighting with the flying dragon riders” as recalled by his brothers.
A few of them practically broke down the details of the battle and translated them into human language and presented them.
Then they gave it to the elite shooter team led by Todd to study it carefully.
Just reading the strategy was obviously not enough.
Sa General also personally rode Hui Yu, pretending that he was a flying dragon rider, and replaced the bomb canister with a big shit canister to give this group of pseudo-newcomers who had been on the battlefield a few times a solid lesson.
It was only after going through the hellish difficulty grind that the guys ambushed the place.
And then taught this group of unknowing Zanzibarians a lesson.
After the first few rounds of fruitful volleys, the Zoroastrians, who had been burned out of their senses by anger, finally rushed into the woods where the long-range group was ambushed, drenched in blood.
However, the one who stayed here waiting for them was not the long-range group.
Instead, it was the melee group led by Captain Jerome Bender.
If it was in the past, the Zanjos would have been amused by this group of weak fighters.
But this time they couldn’t laugh.
What kind of people were these?
There were two rays of light swimming on each of these guys – one black and one white, annihilation and warmth alternating with each other.
Not only that, they had pitch-black unicorn horns on their heads and light golden wings on their backs, and the weapons in their hands were even shrouded in either black or white light ……
This is human?
Is this still a fucking human?
Although the average level of this group of surviving Ancestral Spirit Warriors was one level higher than their opponents, their injuries and their opponents’ special “armament” made this advantage disappear.
And so, it was time for the fighters to get down to brass tacks!
Rage!
The one who can dominate the anger, the one who can harness it, will have the last laugh!
The price of burning sanity is that it does not last.
Born out of a desire to destroy, this rage is like a flickering flame that burns out and leaves nothing but emptiness and hunger.
But the deeper anger is not quite the same!
“Defend our homes! Do not spare these invaders!”
Jaylen roared, and the response behind him rolled like thunder from the sky!
It was an unyielding roar from one firm conviction!
“Defend our homeland!”
“Defend the homeland!”
“Defend the homeland!”
The sound was deafening, stirring the cold air.
It carried into the woods not far off to the side and into Arthur’s ears.
The blood light on the warrior brother inexplicably rose another notch!
Bang Bang Bang!
After the collision, the opponent had to draw away and avoid the enemy for the time being.
Arthur’s opponent was a Zoroastrian with a thin body and a long thick neck.
Two illusory figures somewhat similar to him floated behind them.
This one was also an Ouroboros, and could rock two people at level five.
He carried two curved swords and looked at the warrior in front of him stonily.
Even for him who had seen all kinds of orcs, the person in front of him was called a monster ……
A black unicorn horn, golden wings, and a black and white light of refuge.
On top of all these, the rich blood light seemed like a large mollusc monster, wrapping him in it.
The rich smell of blood poured out.
“He’s not easy to deal with.”
A dad warned.
“Nonsense, I know that too.”
The dad’s dad scolded.
The grandparents and grandchildren combined to fight the other party 50/50, anyone else would know that this person was not easy to deal with.
The anger in the Zan Luo man’s eyes dissipated for the most part.
He was ready to run.
But the warrior brother obviously didn’t intend to give him a chance to catch his breath, his feet stepped out of a big pit and his whole body shot over like a cannonball!
Seeing this the Zan Luo man’s father greeted him and shouted:
“You two run first!”
But just as his son turned, a bearish universal phrase crashed to the ground.
“What kind of animal are you?”
The words disappeared in the blink of an eye, but the question mark suddenly grew larger and exploded.
More small question marks met it.
“What the fuck is this!?”
Late to the party, one more chapter later.
(End of chapter)