Final Lord

Chapter 93 A cloud-piercing arrow
"on!"

Lincoln pointed his staff, and the crow assassin beside him immediately pounced towards the hollow tree.

But their poisoned daggers could hardly make even a scratch on the thick bark of the hollow tree, so they had to return empty-handed.

While retreating, another crow was caught by the hollow tree and became its delicious meal.

Wang Bufu, who was hiding in the dark, almost laughed out loud when he saw this scene.

Lincoln had truly wasted the Raven Army. Over a hundred Raven soldiers, no groups, no formations, just one word—go?

"You call that commanding? The slimes in the cesspool wriggle more methodically than Lincoln, and the shit they splash when they step on the dung is three times more clever than this!"

"Physical attacks are useless, use fire! Use acid bottles to burn all these damn tree spirits!"

A dark green fireball condensed on the tip of Lincoln's staff, and acid surged into the form of a venomous snake in the flames: "Acid Explosion!"

The acid fireball whizzed into the nearest hollow tree, and the dark green flame penetrated into the interior through the cracks in the bark, corroding the wood fibers into honeycomb-shaped holes.

The hollow tree roared loudly and its body trembled slightly.

"Use the acid bottle to smash the cracks!" Lincoln ordered, and over thirty Crow Assassins in suitable positions simultaneously launched bottles of poisoned acid. The bottles exploded on the hollow tree, and the thick acid quickly spread throughout the tree.

The corroded trunk creaked with a teeth-grinding sound, and the five-meter-high hollow tree fell to the ground with a loud bang.

"Nothing more..." Lincoln's sneer suddenly froze. The hollow cavity of the fallen tree suddenly opened and began to twitch.

“Gah!!!!”

The dying scream of the hollow tree shattered the mushroom cap within a radius of 100 meters, and black spore dust rose into the sky like a volcanic eruption, instantly obscuring even the moonlight in the sky.

The moment the scream sounded, in the Black Forest, a slime mold left behind the militia who had lost their ability to resist and turned away.

The clumsy fungus beast stopped chasing the fleeing militia and slowly changed direction.

A group of straw beasts stopped hitting the trees and rolled towards the direction where the screaming sound came from, leaving behind a few militiamen who survived the disaster in the trees.

Buzz!
In the middle, deep, and surrounding areas of the Black Forest, tens of thousands of spore-bearing insects emerged from the dust cloud.

An arrow pierces the clouds, and thousands of troops come to meet you!

The monster-attracting power of the bait seemed ridiculous next to the hollow tree's dying roar.

"Retreat!" Lincoln realized that something was wrong. He angrily kicked the crow leader who was stunned beside him and shouted, "Make way, retreat!"

"Master, where should we retreat?" The crow leader looked around in confusion. There were roars of monsters in all directions, east, south, west and north, as if he was surrounded by enemies.

"Break out to the east!" Lincoln's eyes narrowed. "Some of those baits are still alive. They can die for us again."

Lincoln swung his staff and threw several fireballs, igniting a huge fire in the mushroom forest to the west. He wanted the fire to hinder the monsters and buy them time to escape.

As for whether the fire would attract more monsters, he no longer cared.

The indigo cap curled and burst in the flames, and the spores stored inside were released like fireworks.

The roars of monsters, the cries of crows, the crackling of burning mushrooms... A ballad called "killing" began to play in the Dark Forest.

"Master! Look to the southwest!" the crow leader suddenly screamed. Five more hollow trees were startled by the flames. They were now slamming into the burning mushroom stems. The sticky threads in their bellies, turning red from the heat, fluttered around like burning whips.

"We can't stay here any longer. The more we stay, the more monsters there will be. Let's go."

Lincoln led the Crows to flee eastward, but before they had taken a few steps, they discovered that the road they came from was filled with visible emerald green mist.

Lincoln didn't doubt it at first. There were all kinds of spore mist in the Black Forest. They had never seen green mist before, but it was not surprising.

But as soon as his leather boots stepped into the emerald green poisonous miasma, he quickly realized something was wrong. His body was growing heavier with each breath, and his hands and feet were beginning to lose control.

Lincoln immediately realized that the mist was poisonous.

"Disperse! Don't crowd together!" Lincoln's staff shone with light. "Disperse the magic wand!"

A halo spread out from Lincoln as the center, sweeping through the poisonous miasma.

However, these emerald green poisonous miasma were not affected by the dispersal technique at all. They remained motionless in the same place, enveloping Lincoln and his troops.

Magic is ineffective?

Just as Lincoln had some doubts, he heard the roar of a monster behind him.

"Meow meow!"

"Meow meow!"

"I've never heard of this cry before. It must be a new kind of monster." Lincoln hated it secretly.

The entire Black Forest has been alarmed now, and it would be dangerous to fight the new monsters rashly.

If they are entangled by new monsters, the endless stream of monsters will overwhelm them.

"Whatever, if it's poisonous, it's poisonous. Run! Run faster and get out of here."

Lincoln gave the order and the Crow Corps immediately took action.

They circled around Lincoln, flapping their wings as fast as they could, trying to break out of the poisonous miasma.

Fortunately, the coverage area of ​​this poisonous miasma is not large.

Lincoln and his companions soon saw the end of the poisonous miasma.

But soon after they rushed out of the poisonous miasma, they saw another poisonous miasma blocking their way.

"What bad luck," Lincoln cursed inwardly. "Never mind, the first miasma has already emerged, so let's keep charging."

Lincoln and the Crow Legion rushed into the poisonous miasma again, but this time, they were not so lucky.

The poisonous miasma covered an area far beyond their imagination. The speed of many crows had been reduced to a very low level and they were unable to flap their wings.

Fortunately, they finally saw the edge of the poisonous miasma again, and hope was just around the corner.

……

"The first level of surprise attack command is to strike first." In the dark cave, Wang Bufu's voice sounded faintly.

……

"Sir! There seems to be some movement underground!" At this moment, the crow leader pointed to a shaking mushroom stalk in front of him.

Suddenly, a dark green ball of venom broke through the fog and hit the crow leader's head.

Ten poisonous miasma cavemen jumped out from between the fungus gills. Their bulging cheeks suddenly contracted, and dark green poison balls were sprayed towards the crows like high-pressure water cannons.

"It's the caveman! It's Kate! Enemy attack!" Lincoln's eyes suddenly shrank. It was not until then that he realized that the poisonous miasma was not naturally produced by the Black Forest, but was a special effect of the military.

But he realized it too late!

After staying in the poisonous miasma for such a long time, the speed of most crows has been reduced to a very dangerous level.

As soon as the poisonous miasma cavemen's attacks hit them, their remaining speed was instantly reduced to zero. They fell straight down from the air and became paralyzed.

Just ten cavemen, the damage they can cause is quite limited.

But the paralyzed fate of his companion frightened the surrounding crows.

(End of this chapter)