Final Lord

Chapter 89 Cannon Fodder and Lord

Hal's heart sank. He immediately understood that these crows had no intention of fighting alongside them. They were using their militia as cannon fodder to test intelligence on the monsters in the Black Forest.

No, I can’t follow these crows anymore, otherwise I will die. I have to find a way to escape.

Hal looked guiltily at the villagers around him who were trembling in fear, gritted his teeth, threw away his axe and the villagers around him, and rushed into the depths of the Black Forest alone.

A few crows glanced at Hal and then continued to observe the fungus beast, paying no attention to Hal's actions. They had plenty of cannon fodder, so this one wasn't a big deal.

The five militiamen were stuck to the mushroom stems by the straw monsters, unable to move. The slime kicked up by the ball monsters as they rolled past adhered their leather armor to the surrounding mushroom trees.

A straw monster opened its mouth wide in its chest and swallowed the lower half of a militiaman in one gulp.

Those poor militiamen were like little insects caught in a spider's web.

"Burn it!" A villager frantically took out kerosene and ignited the slime behind them. They successfully escaped, but attracted an even more terrifying threat.

The crackling of flames, mixed with the screams of the militia, awakened the dormant mushrooms. Thousands of spore flies rose from the backs of thirty-meter-tall giant mushrooms, their brown skin fading in the tremors, revealing their distinctive body patterns. The previously closed mushroom flakes opened, gushing out black powder that billowed in a swirling mist under the moonlight, obscuring the spore flies.

"Run!" Hal, the blacksmith, picked up a hammer and flung it out, hitting the mushroom head of a fungus monster. He turned and saw the young boy Tom stabbing a straw monster with a broken spear. The boy's leather armor was completely stuck to the fungus stem with slime, and every struggle tore off large pieces of bloody flesh.

A cloud of flying insects swooped down, their sharp beaks tearing through the militiamen's fragile linen clothing. A lame middle-aged man suddenly fell to his knees, trembling as he pulled out the rations his wife had given him and pressed them against his chest. The next second, three flying insects pierced his head simultaneously, and the rations gradually turned red in the blood mist.

"Form a shield formation!" A level 2 militia captain roared and raised his wooden shield. Twelve frightened militiamen instinctively moved closer and raised their spears towards the sky.

They succeeded, and a swarm of spore flies crashed into the spears and killed themselves.

However...Bang!

The acid produced by the spore flies' self-explosion when they died instantly corroded the shield, and the splashing liquid also melted their eyes into charred holes.

A spore fly exploded, attracting more spore flies. The bloody slaughter feast began.

"It's magnificent," Lincoln said, caressing the Corrupted Crow's Eye atop his staff. Its dark green pupils reflected a vision of hell on earth. He had chosen this five-meter-diameter parasol mushroom specifically as his viewing platform; the magic shield's reduced presence made the monsters ignore him.

The crow leader flew up flatteringly and said respectfully, "Sir, the monster attractant is working. As planned, the bait in the southeast area has attracted about 70% of the monsters."

"So old Gru's subjects are still somewhat useful." Lincoln scratched his staff with his nails and said with relief: "It is because of their sacrifice that we can safely pass through the Black Forest. Thank you to these warriors who used their lives to pave the way for us.

How am I going to explain this to the rest of the villagers after I go back?"

The crow leader immediately lowered his head and said angrily, "Kate Gru is so abominable! He actually summoned so many monsters to slaughter the villagers of our Gru Territory. My lord, you must not let him go."

"Hahaha! You learn pretty fast, kid." Lincoln laughed.

Suddenly, a dazzling green light exploded thirty meters away. The young boy Tom detonated the bottle of acid. The five fungus-stone beasts turned into rubble in the spraying acid. He himself was hit by the acid and lay on the ground with his body festering.

The dying boy raised his bloody face, and his only remaining eye happened to meet Lincoln's gaze.

What kind of gaze was that? Hatred, anger, resentment, everything.

"He's looking at us!" The crow leader suddenly spread his bony wings, very angry: "How dare you disrespect the Lord when you are about to die!"

"It's okay. Why would you bother with a dead man?" Lincoln smiled and raised his staff, blocking the boy's presence. Mage Lincoln was kind-hearted and couldn't bear to see the villagers suffer.

"Let's go, let's change the route through the Black Forest." Lincoln tapped his staff lightly, and wings grew behind him, and he moved forward easily on the crown of the mushroom tree.

The crows followed him silently and left without looking back.

The remains of a villager, half embedded in the body of a fungus-stone beast, were swept over their heads like a discarded rag.

……

Wang Bufu's torch illuminated the lines on the mushroom stems. Ten cavemen were hammering at the roots of the giant black umbrella mushroom with poisoned spears. As the giant black umbrella collapsed with a thud, three mushroom-stone beasts hiding behind it stumbled and fell from their disguise.

Six horned cat sand beasts jumped onto the head of the fungus stone beast like lightning, and broke the mushroom head with a few claws, causing the fungus stone beast to turn into light and disappear.

Boom boom boom…

At night, the mushroom-stone beasts were very active. Just as three mushroom-stone beasts died, five more rushed over from a distance.

"Second team, switch!" As Wang Buyi gave the order, the poisonous miasma cavemen quickly filled in. They spewed out a decelerating miasma, blocking the paths to the left and right of the Fungus Stone Beasts, forcing them to gather together.

When the five mushroom beasts huddled together, the eagle hunters in the back row suddenly dived down under Wang Bufu's control, and their wing blades accurately cut off all the mushroom caps.

"Pick up the dropped materials and keep moving forward." There was a blazing fire in Wang's dissatisfied eyes.

As always, he wouldn't enter a semi-chaotic zone at night. But Lincoln's actions had crossed his line. Even though it was already dark, he would lead his troops through the Black Forest, rush to Ghostfall Cliff, behead Lincoln, and rescue the remaining harpies.

Just as the fungus-stone beasts were cleared out, a rumbling sound was heard again in the Black Forest.

A large group of chubby straw monsters rushed out of the forest, turning their bodies.

At night, they carry a large amount of sticky liquid on their bodies, which is very difficult to get rid of once they are stained with it.

Facing the group of straw bag monsters rolling over, Wang Bufu waved his hand casually.

The blind cat raised his staff and cleared all the straw monsters with a few rocks and spikes.

As swarms of spore flies took to the air from behind the umbrella, the poisonous miasma cave dwellers had already set up a defensive line. Enveloped in a dark green poisonous mist, the flying insects couldn't even get close; they would be paralyzed in mid-air and buried in the earth by the cave dwellers.

"My Lord, the tunnel is ready!"

Under Wang Bufu's feet, the blind chicken's head suddenly popped out.

"The tunnel can go directly through the Black Forest. There's another piece of news. When we were digging the tunnel, we accidentally collapsed a small section. A human fell through the breach. We captured him. We don't know if he's Lincoln's spy."

The blind chicken pulled out an old blacksmith with a white beard from the tunnel.

"Yes, it's him."

(End of this chapter)