This dungeon has mushrooms growing on it.

Chapter 402. 401. The First Battle
The snake-man troops did not rush forward en masse. The first batch of about seven or eight hundred snake-man soldiers formed a skirmish line and slid towards the city wall.

These warriors from the North are tall, generally exceeding two meters when standing upright. Although their growth potential is similar to that of humans, their physical attributes at the same level surpass those of humans.

Moreover, this expeditionary force is the elite of the snake people, and has just experienced the baptism of war. Their average level is much higher than that of the city's garrison!
In mid-air, a winged human carefully held onto a puffy creature and flew forward.

He dared not rush too fast. If he was too reckless and didn't judge the distance well, he would end up like his kin, shot by a water arrow from a mage behind the snake people, barely landing before being hacked to death.

Feeling that it was about time, he forcefully threw the paw-shaped object into the snake swarm.

It tumbled and rolled in the air, its two short legs trembling wildly in the wind, and it looked like it was about to fall.

boom--

A small clearing was blasted open in the snake-man crowd below. Two snake-man soldiers were thrown away by the shockwave, but their scales protected them and they only suffered minor injuries.

Meanwhile, on the city wall.

"Are you an idiot? Why did you detonate it prematurely?"

"I...I think that's about enough! Any later and I'd fall to my death!"

Angela stopped her subordinates' argument: "Stop arguing, use all the Puji! Use them all!"

The woman temporarily in command was not a Puji Master. She only hoped that these cheap magical pets could wear down the enemy as much as possible before the two armies officially engaged in battle, even if it was just by depleting their stamina.

There are now only about four hundred Puji Masters and nearly eight thousand Puji left in the city, and they all poured out of the open city gates.

Then, predictably, a stampede occurred.

The Puji warriors, participating in the battle for the first time, had completely forgotten the tactics they had learned during training, and were simply mechanically repeating the charge command to the Puji.

Fortunately, these round, chubby creatures are very light, so the injuries and deaths from trampling each other were not too great.

Initially, upon seeing a sea of ​​white figures pouring out of the city gate, the snake-men's charge slowed noticeably.

The scene of the water gushing out like a tidal wave is indeed quite visually impactful.

But when they saw what the newcomers were, mocking hiss erupted from the snake-men's ranks, and their charge speed increased once again.

When the first snake-man soldier made contact with the Puji formation, things went as expected. With a casual wave of his spear, the five Puji instantly turned into scattered wreckage.

This scene only fueled the snake-man soldiers' disdain.

The next moment, the black and white torrents collided.

"Fire! Archers, fire!" another commander shouted.

"But the rain is still falling..."

"Are you out of your mind? What do you care about peeing? Just shoot!"

A sparse rain of arrows, mixed with the thud of cannons firing from the city walls, began an indiscriminate attack on the two sides fighting below.

It must be said that these eight hundred snake-men had the ability to launch an attack.

The defenders' arrows either bounced off their scales or barely penetrated their defenses before failing to inflict fatal wounds. Conversely, a stray arrow to the scaly point was always fatal.

With a double difference in both racial stats and level, as long as the snake people charge onto the city walls, they will undoubtedly be able to quickly crush the morale of the defenders.

However, the commander of the snake-men vanguard had already sensed that something was wrong.

His thick snake tail suddenly retracted, narrowly avoiding a steel fork thrusting from the side.

The one wielding the fork was a snake-man soldier from his own side. Upon seeing this, the soldier hurriedly forced an apologetic smile and pointed to a small creature darting past in the distance, indicating that he only intended to attack the little thing...

Just as this fool was trying to explain, the commander witnessed another puji nimbly darting out from behind and grabbing the soldier's tail.

The soldier immediately convulsed as if electrocuted, his body twisting uncontrollably before he finally collapsed heavily to the ground.

He wasn't dead yet, but he was paralyzed from the chaos of the battlefield, so it was practically the same as being dead.

The commander swiftly stabbed two approaching creatures to death with his spear, his gaze sweeping rapidly across the battlefield. Similar scenes were unfolding everywhere!
At first, when the two armies were clearly separated, it wasn't obvious, but when the battle lines became completely intertwined, he suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness, as if he were stomping on cockroaches all over the ground.

These small mushroom-like creatures nimbly weaved through the snake-man's towering body, creating passageways for them everywhere.

Every swing of the snake-man could injure their comrades, so to avoid killing each other, the snake-man soldiers had to become hesitant and restrained, greatly reducing their attack frequency.

We can't ignore these idiots!

They have everything: electric shocks, self-destructing snakes, and venomous snakes, making life miserable for the snake people!

They were brave tribal warriors, not omnipotent special forces, and were simply unable to defend against these ever-evolving unorthodox methods.

The most incredible thing is the destructive power of these poops!

The snake-man's tail had a wound from which blood was flowing continuously; it was from when he had just whipped a rapidly spinning puji to death with his tail.

The sharp edge easily sliced ​​through his hard scales, causing such a deep wound.

He couldn't understand why the pets' attacks were stronger than their arrows, when the humans on the city wall were clearly so weak.

Want to retreat?
Just because of these walking mushrooms?

"Cough cough..." Just as the snake-man commander was struggling with his inner turmoil, he suddenly began to cough violently out of control.

A feeling of weakness spread from his chest to his whole body, and he was surprised to find that the strength with which he gripped his weapon had inexplicably decreased by two points.

He looked up abruptly and noticed that there were far too many dead Puji. The air was already filled with visible spore dust, which shrouded the battlefield like a thin mist.

God knows how many toxins are mixed in with these drifting particles!
He raised one hand, about to give the order to retreat, but the snake-men's main force behind him preemptively emitted a sharp hiss that signaled retreat.

Although all the snake people were injured, their retreat was relatively orderly. They did not even abandon their seriously injured companions, but used their strong bodies to support the wounded snake people as they retreated.

On the city wall, Viscount Knight was excited and wanted to order a pursuit, but Angela and another commander held him back.

Many of the defending soldiers erupted in cheers of relief, they could hardly believe that they had actually repelled the ferocious demon attack!

Upon counting, over three thousand people had died, and about a hundred snake people had been killed.

Angela wasn't too happy. There were still so many snake people. If they launched another one or two more attacks, they wouldn't be able to hold on.

……

On the other side, the snake-man leader looked at the vanguard troops retreating in disarray, his face also extremely ugly.

He originally thought it was just a small town that could be easily captured, but he didn't expect to lose over a hundred soldiers and still not even be able to get close to the city wall!
"Chief, we don't have enough antidotes!"

Most of the snake people who retreated showed varying degrees of poisoning symptoms. After all, they were not the regular army of the demon race, and their logistical support was not as comprehensive.

"Use it on the most severely poisoned patients; for those whose poisoning isn't too severe... just tough it out!"

The vanguard commander was also poisoned, but instead of seeking the precious antidote, he dragged his weary body to the leader's side: "Boss, shall we continue fighting?"

The leader did not answer immediately, but instead turned his gaze to the priest beside him who had been sensing with his eyes closed.

The priest clasped his hands together, his body radiating magical power, which was closely connected to the reconnaissance eye suspended high in the sky.

After a long while, he slowly opened his eyes: "There are still large groups of white creatures gathered in the city, probably all of these magical pets."

After hearing the report, the snake-man leader made a decision: "Give the order to turn west. I remember there's a town there."

Despite his anger at the losses, now that he had confirmed this was a tough nut to crack, he naturally wouldn't let his people bleed any further.

This solo mission, breaking away from the main army, was a reward from the demons for their assistance in the battle.

If we suffer losses for this, then we will have put the cart before the horse.

After the troops set off, the chieftain specifically instructed the priest: "Next time you encounter these damned walking mushrooms, remember to warn me in advance. The blood of our people should not be wasted in places like this!"

(End of this chapter)