Alien world

Chapter 1569 203. Bait
At this moment, the ground beneath their feet began to shake violently, and the swarm of rats covering the magic shield shook off layer by layer.

A dozen miles away from the battlefield, the ground arched up, revealing a bottomless ravine. In the depths, a huge shadow gradually emerged.

When the Rat King Urgarut rode the rat tide onto the battlefield, the earth groaned as it could not bear the burden.

Its body is like a rat mother, a small mountain, but more like a living fortress - layers of rotten fat piled up into hill-like folds, the surface of the skin is covered with honeycomb-like holes, and thousands of ratmen drill in and out of those flesh holes.

There were spike-like bone spurs on its spine and shoulders. A bronze spire stood on the middle spur, and the six spurs on its shoulders each carried a rat-man catapult.

Its abdomen had long since festered and fallen off, revealing organs that were completely powered by fel energy. A huge crucible of flesh and blood stood in the place of its stomach, and the fel energy inside had turned into a tangible liquid, emitting a corrosive poisonous cloud.

The ratman gathered the fel energy in the crucible and sent it along the passage of flesh and blood all the way to the catapult on his shoulder.

"Are you finally willing to show up?"

Looking at the Rat King who could not help but show up, Master Albek was not surprised at all. Instead, he looked relaxed, as if “it seems to be correct”.

So next...

The Rat King took heavy steps towards the Blackwatch Legion.

The ground was shaking, and the rat priests in its chest, supported by its ribs, began to recite the sharp and piercing rat language. The rat elders guarded by them held the thirteen-section spinal staff, stretched out their right claws, which were filled with fluorescent green mucus as thick as asphalt, and clenched their withered claws in the direction of the magic shield.

The magic shield only created ripples at first, but within seconds, the ripples became like the calm surface of a lake before a storm and shattered in an instant.

The magic power was out of order, the ratmen lying on the shield fell from the sky, the portal was torn apart, and the chaotic magic power turned into a silver flame that shot straight into the sky and could be seen from hundreds of miles away.

Smiles appeared on the faces of the ratman priest and the Albek archmage at the same time.

The former destroyed the turtle shell while laughing, and the human thing will be buried there.

The latter echoed in the laughing silver flame.

"The Crushing Frost has detected the source!"

"Coordinates confirmed!"

"Friendly troops nearby, get ready!"

"Energy storage completed..."

"Countdown..."

"freed!"

The Rat King wants to annihilate Blackwatch here... Blackwatch also wants to get rid of the Rat King in one fell swoop.

Archmage Albek raised his head, followed by the Legion Commander and the Legendary Mage. The Rat King seemed to have noticed something as well and looked up at the sky.

The festering wound in the sky suddenly expanded, and the clouds were stirred into a vortex by an invisible force. The uneasy Rat King wanted to retreat back into the abyss, but it was too late - a burning meteorite came from the sky, and its tail flame illuminated the night sky as bright as day, like a spark struck by the gods, and it fell towards the Rat King's position.

The rat-men priests in the chest knelt on the ground, and dark green fel energy rose up from the bronze spires of the bone spurs like a tsunami, heading towards the meteorite.

At the moment when evil energy collided with the meteorite, time seemed to freeze.

Thousands of prisms burst out from the intersection of green light and silver flame, turning the night sky within a radius of hundreds of miles into daylight.

The evil energy column disappeared, but the meteorite also broke into pieces in mid-air, turning into a broken meteorite rain.

They could still kill a large number of rats, but they posed no threat to the Rat King - at this moment, a silver meteorite flashed in the meteorite shower, and before all the ratmen could react in time, it pierced through the huge and hideous body of the Rat King.

The ratman priest let out a scream that did not belong to this dimension. The next moment, the broken crucible and the fel catapult on his shoulder exploded like firecrackers, and green fel energy illuminated the entire sky.

The tide of rats on the ground suddenly stopped surging, like a mudslide with no more power, gradually stagnating and solidifying. …

"The Empire has won a great victory, and the Rat King Ergarut has been eliminated north of the Gray Mountain Range."

"Who is Urgarut?"

"The plague enforcer of the McKeon clan, Urgarut means Plague Walker."

“So easy?”

Annan couldn't believe it. Only a few days had passed and the Empire had achieved such a great victory - it wasn't that he didn't believe in the Empire's strength, but if the ratmen were so easy to deal with... then what had they been doing in the past few years?

Or had he always underestimated the Empire's fighting power? Being called a barbarian... the Empire must be ranked high among the thirteen High Kings, right?
But then, Annan uneasily thought of a possibility: "How many rat kings and priests did McKeon bring?"

Maria shook her head: "I don't know."

"do not know?"

"The McKeon clan has been developing in the North for three years..."

With the reproduction rate of the ratmen, how many populations can they develop in three years in the North without any natural enemies? At least this conflict is not a serious blow to the McKeon rats.

Even Annan couldn't help but curse that it was all his own fault.

The Montreal Golden Family is cleaning up the mess caused by their own bloodline, but the price is borne by the people of the entire North.

Thinking of this, Annan was no longer happy even though the empire expressed gratitude for the information he provided.

It’s better not to look at the empire in the distance, but to look at the Third Legion nearby.

……

While the Empire was gaining victories in the North, the current Musketeer Corps, the future Ranger Corps, also made repeated military achievements - they cleared out more than 800 ratmen that were wandering around and were attracted here!

There was no way. The largest wave of rats was annihilated by the Hellfire, and not a single one was left alive. As a result, they were busy for a whole day, and half of the soldiers didn't even see a ratman.

But being idle doesn't mean having nothing to do. Jack pestered the elf instructor, wanting her to teach the soldiers some guerrilla techniques.

"You are not strong enough, so it's useless to learn." Findola Yinlu said mercilessly.

Jack was not convinced and deliberately provoked him: "It's not that we don't trust you, but we all want to broaden our horizons."

"My men are veterans who have been training for two and a half years. They are strong enough. The only thing they lack is theory."

Fundora Yinlu glanced at the soldiers outside and spit out a number: "Ten."

"What ten?"

"A random elf can destroy ten of your soldiers without any damage."

"This is impossible!"

Ten soldiers formed a circle and rushed forward to win. Why would they need to fight? "Or do you mean in the forest, instructor?" Jack asked. In that case, it would be possible to fight ten with one.

"right here."

There was an endless wilderness all around, and the wind was strong, but the visibility was also very good. Even if there were ratmen, they could bypass the scouts and be seen clearly from more than ten miles away.

The problem is that in a plain area without any cover, how can the elves fight ten musketeers of the same level?
Jack didn't believe it and suggested a competition.

(End of this chapter)