0p0 Chapter 183: The Confrontation of Magical Metals
Chapter 183: The Confrontation of Magical Metals
When ten shells flew towards the half-dragon position with the same whistling sound, these lizard heads were still laughing at their opponents' useless efforts.
“Lord Valam is overly nervous.
Although these things can destroy wild giants, they are meaningless to us half-dragon warriors!"
“It’s not completely meaningless.
Look at those unlucky guys lying on the ground. Their shield energy has been used up."
"Even if they can break our shield, they probably won't be able to take our armored battle suits.
Look at those guys who fell to the ground, they all got up..."
“Yeah, you see, those primitive people have started their second round.
It was clearly an ineffective attack, what a race with worrying intelligence..."
This group of half-dragons watched leisurely as ten shells fell into their formation.
Immediately afterwards, several brilliant and dazzling lights occupied everyone's vision.
Then came the huge explosion and the terrifying air wave.
Unlike the ordinary shells from last time, the explosion of these ammunitions was more ferocious, and the refined gold fragments and rare steel sand contained in them flew everywhere at a speed so fast that no living creature could react.
The half-dragon who was closer was grinning and laughing at the ignorance of the natives of this world a second ago;
The next second, the violent gusts of air and fragments tore his body apart, leaving behind a head with a mocking face but full of holes.
From the perspective on the Frost Giants' city wall, ten mushroom clouds rose from the half-dragon formation in the distance.
These mushroom clouds are composed of steaming snow, burning ash, and the limbs of half-dragons.
Those shields and plate armor that can directly resist explosions are useless in the face of adamantium bombs.
The corner of Lin Liya's mouth twitched, but as a commander, she quickly suppressed other inappropriate thoughts in her mind, raised her hand, and issued the third attack order.
“Adamantium bomb!
The elevation angle moves up ten degrees!
Fire! "
I have to say, the elf ranger who is good at shooting is far better than Ivan when it comes to playing with parabolas.
But the third round of attacks accurately hit the back of the half-dragon formation, and the battle entered the next stage - clearing out the city.
Xiling led members with stronger combat capabilities and rushed out through the hole in the city wall that had not yet been repaired.
When they arrived at the half-dragon formation, they all gasped.
Especially Todd who had just recovered.
This veteran druid was well aware of how powerful half-dragons were - they were not afraid of magic or swords, and the guys who had invaded the Gray Forest before did not have this plate armor.
Now the ground was littered with lizard heads that had been blown to pieces. The few dozen lucky guys were mostly missing limbs and lying on the ground groaning.
While the druids were finishing off their enemies, they were also trying to find some people who could speak Common.
Little Lian looked at a half-dragon who was twice her height. She mumbled something in Elvish for a long time, but the man opposite her had his silly vertical pupils wide open and didn't react at all.
Then the short half-elf brought his shield down and smashed the creature's head in with the edge of his buckler.
After the last battle to defend the city wall, this half-elf no longer had any sympathy or goodwill towards the half-dragon.
Uncle Todd was such a good man, but you guys beat him to a pulp.
Then why should I be polite to you...
Finally, when they met the fourth half-dragon, he began to speak the common language in an unprofessional manner.
"Female! Do you know the Common Language?
We have never come across your language!"
Lian was extremely upset about this half-dragon who had lost both legs.
I finally got a chance to kill more half-dragons, but my plan was ruined by the word "female".
"Okay, Lian, take this guy with you and let's go back...
Todd, you lead everyone to continue... There is no need to leave anyone alive now..."
After giving the order coldly, Xiling and Lian grabbed the half-dragon's tail and walked towards the city wall.
It’s not that Xiling is too cold-blooded.
The invasion of the plane is originally a war of life and death.
……
Deep in the Gray Forest, the defense of the Druid Station continues.
“Philohill!
We are running low on enchanted items in our warehouse!"
Alia cast [Fire Spell] at a distance, ending the life of a fallen elf.
Hearing this, Philohill's face was also full of anxiety.
From the beginning till now, the attacks of the Fallen Elves have been continuous, leaving the defending druids no chance to even breathe.
"How many spells do you have left... Never mind, this won't last long..."
This new commander didn't have enough experience, and her reason told her that it was time to prepare the remaining little guys to evacuate;
But at the same time, it is really difficult to give up this base that has been gradually built.
For these moon elves, the Druid Station has long been their new home.
"According to the information from the forest animals, there are at least a hundred more Fallen who are attacking us..."
She whispered twice, and cast an [Entanglement Spell] towards the area in the distance where the spell effect was beginning to weaken, blocking the intersection again.
"Ms. Alia, I know that now is the best time for us to evacuate...but..."
The thin elf pulled out a throwing knife and accurately hit a Fallen that was about to climb up the city wall.
"But...should we really abandon our base..."
"Miss Philohill, haven't you already made your decision?"
"Yeah……"
Philohill closed her eyes and tried to calm her heart, but she couldn't stop her crazy beating heart.
"So... colleagues!
I don’t know what the North District Church’s station means to everyone;
But for me, this is where I fit in.
I have watched this home grow from a few oak trees to its present state bit by bit..."
She opened her eyes and held the two daggers at her waist in her hands.
"I think, whether it is human, elf or orc,
For us, the station is a home that is hard to give up;
I intend to fight to the death here!
No matter how many Fallen Elves there are on the other side, I will not allow any of them to touch the ground in the base before I fall!"
The delicate and elegant moon elf doesn't need the little orc next to her to act as a loudspeaker this time.
Her voice was high and clear, and could be heard clearly by all her companions on the city wall.
"Senna, I have a special mission for you.
Take these little guys with you and quietly retreat from the west..."
"No! Don't even think about it!"
Although little Senna did not play any role in the previous battle because of her spells.
But she and the group of agricultural druids had exhausted most of their physical strength from carrying enchanted items and other supplies up and down.
She held her small sickle - a weapon that Bol had ordered from the Druid Parish headquarters according to the little girl's preferences in order to celebrate his promotion.
“Let someone else do this.
Otherwise, when I return to the farm, my father and mother will laugh at me!"
After saying that, the little girl began to recite a spell that she had never heard of before.