466.Chapter 464 463 Are Transylvania’s Munchkins All Monsters?

Chapter 464 463.Are all the munchkins in Transylvania monsters?
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh.”

The cone made a peculiar whistling sound as it broke through the air at high speed, like a strange bird sweeping across the sky.

This movement was immediately captured by the necromancer in the swamp who was leading a team to execute a penetrating encirclement.

The necromancer riding on the skeleton warhorse tilted his head up, a cold blue spirit fire flickering under his gloomy hood, and although his skin was as dried up as a dry corpse, his facial features were vaguely visible from his face.

From the towering nose and deep-set eye sockets one could tell that this guy was a Yankee in life.

Compared to other necromancers’ dry body, this guy still maintained a wide physique after resurrection which made it look exceptionally strange, and unlike other necromancers, this guy had a sharp bone knife for melee combat hanging on his waist.

This makes it not like a necromancer but more like a knight of the underworld.

It quickly noticed that six strange things in the sky were dragging white smoke and smashing towards its side in a standard parabolic trajectory, which made the necromancer with rich experience in war immediately realize that the big thing was not good.

Even though it had rarely seen such strange things before, it could probably guess what this stuff was for.

The necromancer raised the eerie staff of decay in its hand to apply a psychic energy shield around itself, while having the elite skeleton army under its control raise their shields in defense.

The benefits of undead creatures with superb execution were manifested here, and in the blink of an eye the entire army formation went into defense mode.

At the same time, those strange shells began to descend.

The buzzers that were mounted on top of the shells moved against the wind, and the acceleration of the flight trajectory’s decay made the mournful sound more and more ear-piercing, like invisible ghosts swooping down from the sky to devour the sacrifices that had been offered to the war in a big mouthful.

“Dwarven shells…”

The necromancer on his horse was unimpressed.

Although it had been dead for almost two hundred years, it had learned of the changes in the continent in the time since its resurrection.

In its time halflings and dwarves had already used this in combat, and in its opinion as a psychic energy user this weapon was shocking, but its lethality was obviously grossly overestimated.

As for the use of shells to blow up dead creatures, it was even more nonsensical!
The best thing about dead creatures was that they were cheap enough and had no morale to speak of, which suppressed the killing power of artillery and the fear it brought to the limit.

When dealing with a sea of undead, a good combat knife works better than a halfling rapid-fire gun.

Of course, the difference between the two is nothing more than allowing those who dare to launch an attack against the undead army to pick their own way to die in battle, nothing more.

So it thought, so it despised the halfling’s plaything, and watched in an ancient state of mind as six shells slammed into the army formation in front of it.

It wasn’t that it didn’t want to do the refinement, but it wasn’t necessary, not to mention that it wasn’t left with enough time to react.

It had been raided itself.

Unfortunately, it would not be disorganized by itself, and the attackers had already exposed their position, the next step was just to send a few Skeleton Vanguards with the cavalry to kill them .
“Boom.”

Strange noise interrupted the necromancer’s counterattack, the shells that landed on the ground in its stunned gaze didn’t explode stupidly to shock and injure the enemy, instead, after a muffled sound like fireworks, the piercing flames were sprinkled out in all directions like stars, within the range of these flames, any skeleton soldier who was contaminated with those burning flames would immediately enter the incineration state.

The strange flames worked extremely fast, within the coverage of the six calibrated bombs, in just ten seconds the necromancer realized that he had lost at least a few dozen elite skeleton warriors.

The necromantic reinforcement on their bodies was enough to withstand normal flame attacks, but it seemed that the strange “fireworks” did not have any defensive effect at all.

These things
They just look like fire!
They are more dangerous than flames, and they can attach themselves to bones and burn until everything that can be burned is completely consumed.

So vicious!

This must be some kind of alchemical thing that takes effect against the undead.

Before the necromancer could judge the result, the second wave of six cannonballs shot over once again, such a rapid repetition of fire completely overturned the necromancer’s stereotypical impression of such a bulky thing as a cannon.

This time it took a countermeasure and ordered the skeleton army to disperse immediately, but an advancing formation of thousands of people was not that easy to spread out quickly in the swamp.

The second wave of shelling brought up the death whistles closer, so that the necromancer felt that the whistles seem to be unfolding above his head, it tilted his head and saw a shell dragged with white smoke and strange whistling whistling and smashed over to fall in the position of only a dozen meters away from his own, and then the white smoke exploded so that the “smoke and fire” splattered in all directions.

This cannon shot is extremely accurate, just landed in the core of the necromancer’s array, so that it witnessed those burning hot points of light such as the stars fall like a sprinkling of their own valuable skeleton mages in the position.

Those who had psychic shields were better off, but those who didn’t have time to put up their shields began to emit white smoke when they were contaminated by the light spots.

Necrotic-enhanced skeletons simply couldn’t resist the burning of the searing thing attached to them, they couldn’t feel the pain but the destruction of their bodies would still cause great distress to the skeleton soldiers.

The necromancer witnessed several skeleton mages releasing ice storms in an attempt to extinguish the strange fire on their bodies, but before they could finish casting their spells the entire skeleton collapsed into the muddy water due to their bones being burned through.

This strange and amazing destructive power made the necromancer’s mind alert.

Luckily, only one side of the six shells from the second wave of shelling landed near it, the remaining five rounds were badly deflected but also smashed into the skeleton army’s array, allowing the second wave of attack to take away another hundred or so skeletons.

This loss was nothing to the necromancer, but it had realized that the enemy’s actions could cause serious disruption to its own army.

It no longer hesitated and gave orders through its superior and subordinate connections, and immediately a group of skeleton cavalrymen dashed furiously towards the location where the artillery had been fired.

At this time on the high ground, Old Qin was screaming and cursing for the students to move.

“What the hell is the second cannon hitting? I told you guys to move the cannon’s muzzle down 5°! How much did you guys move it? Why don’t you move the muzzle of this thing so low that it’s tucked into your pants?

Fuck!
Didn’t you take math in college?
Hurry up and adjust!

That round just now was supposed to cover the shelling to take out the opposing commander! Fuck, we lost that great opportunity.”

“Old Qin! There are skeletons rushing over!”

Rainbow Cat, who was grasping the monocular, shouted:
“It’s Skeleton Cavalry, nearly a hundred of them rushing over, they’re fast, the swamp has no way to slow them down, let’s run!”

“Run you a XX ah! You coward.”

Old Qin was so angry that he kicked Rainbow Cat’s butt as he cursed:
“This place is more than ten meters above the ground, they can’t climb up in a short time, we still have fifty-four cannonballs! Damn it, shoot all these shells out before they rush over!
Blow them up!

You guys! Can you angle yourselves?
I’m not directing you now. Go your own way. Two men for a barrel. Since there’s no way to decapitate with a cold cannon let’s spread out the attack.

You all put your hearts in your stomachs for me!

We’re not destined to live today, but before we die remember to pull a few more cushions.”

“There are only four rounds of white phosphorus left.”

Three catty Groundnut Burner exclaimed:

“The rest are high explosive grenades, Old Qin, you use white phosphorus, you’re accurate!”

“F*ck, I forgot, I still have the Hammer and Sickle Regiment’s guns and big killers to hand over to the student parties here.”

The Rainbow Cat Warrior who was kicked in the face couldn’t care about being angry, seeing that everyone else was working feverishly, shooting shells out one by one, he also reacted to the situation and opened the psychic energy pack on his waist, throwing everything in it on top of the high ground.

In addition to a couple boxes of newly minted replica Mosin Nagans, there was a large box, and Rainbow Cat exclaimed as he opened the lid:
“Crap! Aerial bombs!”

“Huh?”

Old Qin, who was in the process of calibrating his position, suddenly turned around and saw a small-sized aerial bomb with the top painted red sitting in that box, which made his eyes round.

In his heart, he exclaimed:
“Blanch! What have my old minions done in this game? Why have they even come up with such deranged contraptions?

That’s not right!

The industrial standard of Transylvania was clearly not up to the point where this stuff made its debut.

You guys don’t even have airplanes, but you’ve got air bombs first, this technology tree is crooked to grandma’s footwear, isn’t it?”

“A big killer!”

Old Qin beside the four students did not have the slightest fear, more distant newcomers are even more frenzied, these guys for the first time to smell the smell of gunpowder too much on the head, this is already close to a lifetime of pleasure when the madness.

Groundnuts burned three roommates even under the excitement of undressing, learning the movie posture naked sweating those shells stuffed into the tube constantly shooting.

Seeing the swamp in front of them exploded into flames like a big scene in a war movie, a man’s unique sense of accomplishment and satisfaction came out, so that these guys even laughed and issued provocations and curses.

One by one, they were so crazy that they didn’t look like normal people. “Big killer my ass! This thing won’t detonate without a high enough parry.”

Old Qin was in the know.

He cursed, quickly ejected the four white phosphorus bombs in his hand, and then quickly walked over to the aerial bomb, copied the wrench from the case in his hand and rolled up his sleeves looking like he was planning to take the thing apart.

“Fuck! Old Qin what are you doing? Shoot the gun! Quickly fire the cannon! They’re coming around.”

Rainbow Cat held a Mosin-Nagant and shivered as he tried to insert the bayonet at his waist into the bayonet holder, but he was too excited and afraid to try three times without success.

Looking at Old Qin with a look of contempt, he stepped forward and grabbed the gun and bayonet clicked it on, but did not give it back to Rainbow Cat but carried it on his back.

He half-kneeled on the ground and picked up a wrench to disassemble the front end of the aerial bomb, and said without looking back:
“I’ve got to get the safety fuse off this thing, that way when they’re close enough you can get it to detonate manually by tapping on the chemicals in it thankfully the tech on this thing is brown enough and outdated enough that I can’t get it right at this point in my craftsmanship when it really comes down to some WWII level stuff.”

“Nyah what the hell do you do in reality!”

Rainbow Cat’s scalp went numb for a moment as he screamed:
“This does not look like a retired old man can organize the work ah, you this old boy would not be from the Middle East back, right?”

“Ha, I told you, I’ve been in wars, so I’ve seen a bit more than you guys.”

Old Qin didn’t care about Rainbow Cat’s dirty words.

He could already hear the movement of the skeleton army as it climbed resounding from below the heights, as well as the bone arrows swishing around and the wailing of the student party as they were pierced by the arrows.

A putrid wind blew around them, the smell of the swamp, but it smelled different to Old Qin.

It was the wind of war.
“Dreaming back to the days of bravery and courage, killing the hu captives with golden spears and iron horses.”

This old man also hummed a few strange tunes, really getting more and more feeling.

But the next second, a whistling Flame Strike fell from the sky.

The huge and sudden pillar of fire almost enveloped half of the high ground, swallowing the four student parties and other munchkins who were having a good time snogging into seven or eight of them, and even the people with their barrels were engulfed in flames in an instant.

Even the screams did not come out and went west.

Groundnut burning dormitory immediately resounded a burst of cursing, three fellows jumped up from the bed, threw away the helmet began to point to the sky and curse the ground.

Their emotions were obviously still stuck in the excitement from earlier, and after cursing, they came over to the only one who was still alive next to Jigarayaki, and surrounded his bed like a cult ritual, looking at Jigarayaki wearing a helmet on the bed.

Seems to be to use this way to encourage their own good brother in the swamp continue to fight do not give their own dormitory shame.

“Ahem.”

Old Qin who was sent flying by the impact attached to the Flame Strike spell struggled to get up from the side, he shook his head feeling that he had a concussion and there was still sticky blood under his nostrils.

Luckily, this was in the game, if he had been hit like this in reality, he probably wouldn’t even have the chance to go to ICU.

“Fuck.”

He cursed, hobbling forward to copy the hot and twisted wrench to continue to operate that lifted off the aircraft bomb, behind him the only remaining Groundnut Burner and Rainbow Cat would have gone crazy by now.

These two guys had also been ruffled by the Flame Strike, their clothes all set on fire making them look like scarecrows climbing out of a fire, but they still didn’t stop until they had fired the last shell beside them as Old Qin had requested.

This last shot was fired by Groundhog Burn.

It was also lucky that it smashed right under the feet of the necromancer that was moving towards the high ground, and with a loud bang, it blew apart the skeleton horse on the necromancer’s crotch and the guards beside it.

Unfortunately it wasn’t the white phosphorus that couldn’t cause deeper damage, and the necromancer that was thrown into the muddy water didn’t take any damage with its psychic shield.

However the blue light that danced in the guy’s eyes signaled that it had become very unstable.

It had learned that there were only six people on that high ground!
And three of them had already been killed by its own Flame Strike, but the remaining three had actually managed to cause it this much trouble!

What was the origin of that damned curved artillery that could be fired quickly and could flexibly adjust the angle of fire?
Why would these Transylvanians have weapons in their hands that even halflings don’t have?

It became more and more curious.

Its curiosity about these “warriors” had already overridden the orders it had to carry out this time, that said, unless the vampires were deaf, there was no way they wouldn’t have noticed the noise caused by so many shells hitting the place, and the attack had already gone bankrupt in essence.

But it didn’t matter!

There would be many more chances for it to do it again.

All he wanted to do now was to see these Transylvanians for himself; in his past memories, this land had indeed been full of fearless barbarians, but such a nimble and vicious attack didn’t seem like the kind of thing a traditional Transylvanian could pull off.

If they really had this kind of tactical execution, they would not have to suffer every time the black plague.

There must be something happening in that great land that he didn’t know about.

“They’re rushing up!”

Groundhog Burner yelled.

Several skeletons had already climbed up in front of his eyes, and these guys were killing towards them with swords and guns in their hands, it was too late to run.

The young art student looked back, Old Qin was leaning against the already disassembled aerial bomb, gasping for breath, his waist and abdomen still burning from being torn open by the blast of the Flame Strike that he had just received.

This old guy was down to his last breath.

“Run!”

Old Qin threw the bayoneted gun he had in his hand to Rainbow Cat, signaling him to run, and he was already preparing to detonate the aerial bomb.

As for the Groundnut Burner .
Old Qin only had time to give a thumbs up to this young man who persisted until the end, before he saw the flaming Groundnut Burn with his rifle howling rushing towards the lunging skeletons.

He was as brave as a warrior who crawled out of hell, but his combat skills were so poor that he couldn’t even look at them, and he was smashed down by a Skeleton Knight with a hammer in the first round.

Subsequently, accompanied by rude shouts and curses, several grenades strapped to their bodies were detonated, sending the surrounding skeleton soldiers flying out again.

Well, a final charge very much in keeping with the warrior’s stance, though it didn’t do much good.
Rainbow Cat had taken advantage of the chaos and jumped down to the high ground.

Not that he was a wimp.

He couldn’t be described as a wimp if he had gotten this far, he had to get out of the blast zone of the bombs, and he had to survive at least one of them, didn’t he?

Old Qin’s bloodstain had already bottomed out.

His consciousness is a little fuzzy, seems to dream back in the year Xisha battlefield, vaguely can still see their partners in the posture of the gun charge.

Alas, those old guys were unlucky, did not survive until now and he caught up with the good times.

Around the skeleton soldiers gathered over, the old Qin was going to immediately detonate the aerial bomb but he suddenly found that these guys did not attack themselves, which makes him realize that this may be an opportunity, so pretended to be powerless to wait.

Soon he saw an escorted necromancer walk up to the high ground, the guy stared at him with a grim spirit fire and seemed to be asking for something.

But Old Qin no longer had the strength to answer.

He didn’t need to answer either.

The moment the necromancer approached, Old Qin had a grim smile on his face, and with the last of his strength, he hammered the twisted wrench on the chemical fuse of the aerial bomb behind himself.

“Boom.”

A horrible fire exploded in this instant, and for the first time, the “Li Mei Happy Bomb” let out its roar on the swampy battlefield. The flames were like meteors crashing to the ground, and in that instant they swept the entire high ground and everything around it into a sticky, burning blaze.

And Badger, who was flying sharply above the heights, made a sharp stop, and he stared dumbfounded at the bursting flames in front of him, the hilt of the sword in his hand snapping out.

“Fuck!”

He cursed:
“Too late.”

(End of chapter)