0p0 Chapter 409 - 95: Attack! Skaven Ratman Legion
Chapter 409 - 95: Attack! Skaven Ratman Legion
In the eyes of the Eagle Country players, the most formidable threat under Qin Feng’s command was undoubtedly those five Ancient Giant Dragons with their Divine Gift.
They not only controlled the ability "Divine Gift: Magic Altitude Enhancement," but they could also launch indiscriminate bombardments from an altitude of five hundred meters, much like bombers. Their dense volleys of Dragon Language Magic were enough to blanket the entire battlefield, leaving ground troops with no hope of escape.
What’s more, their regenerative power was absurd. With a trait that provided percentage-based Healing each second, they could shrug off most conventional attrition.
It was precisely because they were wary of this terrifying power that the Eagle Country players hadn’t acted rashly.
Instead, they had spent a great deal of time beforehand devising a specific counter-strategy against the Ancient Giant Dragons. Only after countless simulations and rehearsals to ensure it was foolproof did they casually log on to join the battle, determined to eliminate this greatest threat in one fell swoop.
The core of this strategy—its very heart—was a special Soldier Type from the Undead Race: the Burrow Spider.
Their exclusive skill, "Capture Net," was the bane of high-altitude units. It launched a massive net infused with the Power of Shadow, capable of precisely ensnaring any Flying target within five hundred meters.
As long as the target lacked the protection of the Overlord Body ability, the Shadow Net would forcibly drag it to the ground, temporarily stripping it of its Flying Ability and aerial advantage.
And once an Ancient Giant Dragon was pulled to the ground, the Holy Knights, Magic Masters, and Heavy Infantry lying in Ambush would immediately close in. They would unleash an overwhelming barrage of focused fire, giving the dragon no chance for Healing or escape, aiming for a swift kill.
To be honest.
In terms of focused firepower alone,
the damage output from other ordinary foreign players was actually terrifying. If they could land their hits, instantly killing those Divine Gift Ancient Giant Dragons would be no problem at all.
But the crucial problem was that most of their attacks couldn’t reach an altitude of five hundred meters. Facing the Ancient Giant Dragons hovering high above, they could only watch helplessly as the vast majority of their soldiers’ attacks fell short, completely unable to touch their targets.
This was precisely why they had been so helpless against the five Divine Gift Ancient Giant Dragons before, becoming nothing more than free fodder for Qin Feng’s Bloodthirsty Squad to farm Bloodthirsty Layers. Only this "super-elite force" assembled by the Eagle Country players could hope to deal with them.
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At the northern edge of the Northern Forest, bordering the weathered stone ruins of the Old Elf Kingdom, towering ancient trees shot up from the ground. Their branches intertwined like menacing claws, blotting out the sky.
The damp air was thick with the musty smell of decaying leaves, the sharp odor of moss, and the cold, lingering stench of death left by the Undead Legion.
It was the acrid smell of rotting bones and the scorched scent of a Soul Fire just before it winked out. The combination clung to the pursuers’ armor, forcing them to wrinkle their brows in disgust.
The forest was dim. Sunlight could only filter through the canopy, casting dappled patches of light that danced across the mossy ground. This light clashed with the gleam of the Holy Flame on the Holy Knights’ armor, creating an interplay of light and shadow.
A low moan whispered through the leaves as the wind passed, sounding like the whispers of the Undead or the very breath of the forest.
Startled by the sound of hooves, squirrels in the branches scurried away, dislodging a few dry, yellow leaves that spiraled to the forest floor.
A few colorful insects scattered, the BUZZ of their wings exceptionally clear in the quiet woods.
The ground was cushioned by a thick layer of decaying leaves, which let out a soft SQUISH when trod upon. Hidden beneath were slippery mud and sharp, broken twigs. Though their warhorses had to tread carefully, they maintained a full gallop. The CRACK of horseshoes shattering dry branches rolled like muffled thunder deep into the forest.
An Eagle Country player clad in white-patterned, gilded armor took the lead. His silver-white cape billowed behind him as he galloped through the woods, the eagle emblem embroidered on its edge flickering in the dappled light.
His left hand rested on the grip of a silver spear mounted before his saddle. Its tip pointed toward the ground, occasionally scraping against a tree trunk to leave a shallow scar.
His right hand clutched the reins, his gaze as sharp as a falcon’s, locked firmly on the trail ahead.
Scattered bone fragments were stained with a dark-green necrotic energy. Something heavy had been dragged, leaving a deep furrow in the decaying leaves. A few clusters of faint blue Soul Fire, not yet dissipated, drifted like will-o’-the-wisps among the low bushes, swaying gently in the wind.
Behind him, tens of thousands of Holy Knights formed a tight, wedge-shaped pursuit formation. Their warhorses, all with glossy black manes, trod over slippery moss. They occasionally lost their footing but quickly righted themselves.
The Holy Knights were clad in silver armor that shone with a sacred light. The cross-shaped emblems on their breastplates caught the dappled sunlight, refracting it into tiny glints of gold.
In their left hands, they held Tower Shields emblazoned with the Holy Emblem. A pale Golden Holy Flame burned along the shields’ edges, not only dispelling the surrounding gloom but also scorching the low-lying moss along their path, causing it to curl with a faint SIZZLE.
Their right hands tightly gripped Longswords wreathed in Holy Flame. The blades emitted a low hum as they moved, a sound that intertwined with the whisper of the wind, the thud of hooves, and the clatter of armor.
On the flanks of the formation, several Reconnaissance Knights wove through the trees on stout ponies. They bent down to sniff at bone fragments or reached out to touch the faint glow of a Soul Fire before signaling to advance.
Vines and shrubs blocking their path were severed by their Holy Flame Longswords. Green smoke rose from the cuts as sap dripped down, seeping into the layer of decaying leaves.
In a distant tree hollow, a few owls were startled by the commotion. They took flight, their wings rustling against the leaves as they soared into the sky, leaving behind a series of HOOTS that added a grim air to the tense pursuit.
"Lord Mark!"
One of the young Reconnaissance Knights abruptly spurred his horse forward. His mount galloped over the decaying leaves, its hooves kicking up specks of mud and bits of dead foliage.