Chapter 521: Chapter 430, Ratmen Legion_1
Two days later.
There was only 1 hour and 32 minutes left on the countdown to the migration of the Demon Rats.
The setting sun left a trail of red clouds on the horizon.
The Demon Doll sat atop a horse, waiting for the mission to begin.
“Lord, everything is ready,” a Tauren quickly approached and spoke.
The Tauren, sent by Bronze Bull City, were there to assist with the commands.
They were not needed for direct combat.
“Alright, light the torches ahead of time, everyone should prepare for battle,” Fang Hao said calmly.
Immediately, some went into the underground gathering place, lighting the iron barrels that had been prepared in advance.
The fuel in each barrel was ignited.
The orange flames illuminated the entire cave area.
The mission was not set during the day, it was already dusk, and it would soon be night.
By then, these fires would be needed to illuminate the battlefield.
Time trickled on.
Soon, Fang Hao received the system notification.
[The migration of the Demon Rats, the mission begins!]
“Prepare to meet the enemy!” Fang Hao shouted.
Upon hearing Fang Hao’s words, one of the Taurens to the side promptly fired a flare into the sky.
The orange firework exploded in the sky, alerting everyone to prepare for battle.
Command after command was given.
Shhhhh!!
Under the command, the shield formation and spearmen in the front squatted down.
The Skeleton Archers behind them pointed their cold steel firearms forward from the front line.
As the night grew darker, the burning iron barrels crackled.
Everyone stared ahead.
But the target cave was quiet.
Just as Fang Hao began to doubt whether they’d chosen the wrong location, faint noises started coming from ahead.
Then, the sparse noises became more and more distinct.
It was as if countless creatures were incessantly crawling through the tunnels.
The sounds grew louder and closer.
Suddenly, a Ratman about one meter tall jumped out of one of the tunnels. He was wearing ragged hemp clothes and his body was covered in grey fur.
The Ratman held a large sword full of cracks.
His green eyes curiously surveyed the surroundings.
Then, one after another, more Ratmen leapt out from the tunnel.
As Ratmen should have some night vision abilities, their gaze quickly fell on the Undead Legion standing directly in front of them.
AHHH!!
The Ratman jumped and squealed.
Boom!!
A gunshot sounded.
A bullet from a firearm went straight through the belly of the screaming Ratman, sending him staggering backwards in agony before he fell to the ground, wailing in pain.
The Ratmen around him, who were originally filled with excitement, instantly fell silent.
They looked on in shock at their fallen companion, full of blood.
Bang Bang Bang!
Another round of gunfire, and more Ratmen fell to the ground.
It was only then they belatedly realized that these were weapons fired from the distant Undead.
After a round of gunshots, a dense barrage of crossbow bolts flew in, causing half of the Ratmen who had just come out and were yet to regroup to fall in the blink of an eye.
The Ratmen stared at their fallen comrades, somewhat stunned.
At this point, a Ratman wearing dark red armor, much stronger and taller than the others, crawled out of the tunnel.
After quickly assessing the situation on the battlefield, he blew the horn at his waist.
With the sound of the powerful horn, all the Ratmen began to radiate a faint red glow.
They hunched slightly, faces turning savage and menacing, saliva dripping from their mouths.
It was clear that they had entered a bloodthirsty state.
The next second, all the Ratmen that had emerged raised their weapons.
They began to throw themselves recklessly forwards.
Crazy, ferocious.
These characteristics were now displayed by every Ratman.
Fang Hao remained seated on his horse, his expression calm.
The two previous rounds of firing were his orders.
The goal was to draw the Ratmen’s attention, otherwise, if they couldn’t determine the direction and ran other ways, it would be more difficult to capture them.
Now, Fang Hao’s goal had been achieved. Not only did he attract their attention, but he also made them angry and lose their sanity.
As the Ratmen got closer, Fang Hao was able to see their names and attributes.
The poor ones armed with wooden sticks and beast bones were identified as [Slave Rats (Level 2)].
Those wearing hemp clothes and occasionally with some leather armor, were [Scout Rats (Tier 3)].
Behind them were even better equipped [Clan Warrior Rats] and [Clan Spear Rats] at Tier 4 and 5.
It was obvious that the Demon Rats were a race with many classes, but their weapons and equipment lacked maintenance and were in a poor state.
This should be relevant to mentioned in the system notification.
Considering the migration of the Demon Rats, it seemed the Ratmen had already lost their city and dwelling place and were on the hunt for a new place to settle.
Watching the Ratmen rush towards them, Fang Hao gave the order: “Beat the drums!”
Dong Dong Dong!!
The war drums sounded, and a grey-white halo enveloped the entire Undead camp.
In the darkness of the night, more and more Ratmen appeared, their charge growing louder.
The Ratmen at the front of the line had already gotten to the erected barriers, where they raised their weapons to begin dismantling the roadblocks set up along the path.
“Pass on the order, fire at will!”
“Yes, Lord.” The messenger promptly passed on the order.
Subsequently, the area was filled with the sounds of gunfire, as constant as raindrops.
The sound of firearms echoed throughout the land.
At this distance, the power of the firearms could be fully demonstrated.
A large number of Ratmen fell, their bodies punctured by bullets, as they wailed and writhed in pools of blood.
Many Ratmen had their limbs blasted off by the bullets.
The sky was filled with fresh blood and fragments of flesh.