Chapter 125: The Yellow Bird is Behind

Some soldiers fired fireworks, once again marking the enemy's position for the garrison in the distance.

But there was no obstacle, and Lynch easily rushed out of the marked area.

Another round of bombardment came down, splashing up yellow-green poisonous mist.

The lizardmen had already rushed into the crowd, piecing together a bloody storm with broken limbs and rotten flesh.

Flowers grew in the darkness, releasing a faint musk that made the soldiers more bloody.

Faced with an irresistible enemy, there was not a single deserter.

Lynch smelled a discordant smell, the source of which was everywhere, affecting his tracking.

There was another loud bang, and Lynch quickly left the area illuminated by the fireworks, leaving behind a group of desperate wounded.

The wounded suffocated in the foul-smelling mist and quickly rotted.

Strangely, the catapult in the southwest misfired.

The armored champion swung his chain hammer and rushed at Lynch, but was beheaded by a random swing of the staff.

Lynch discovered the leader of the garrison, who was hiding in a corner and chanting a spell.

A fishy wind blew by, and after the lizard man passed by, only a pool of blood was left in the corner.

The ground was shaking even more violently. It seemed that the Archmage had seized a fleeting opportunity and gained the upper hand while the resistance was slightly weakened.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, blocking the brightness of the white moon.

The cunning elf was not concentrating on one spell, and he took the opportunity to switch spells, calling upon the power of Aegir.

The ground gradually became stable and several flashes of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the body whose head was crushed by Lynch.

The corpse twitched as if in excitement, and purple fluorescent blood oozed out.

In the bright blood, there were faint dancing figures.

There was a harsh dissonance in the hot-blooded creature's screams, and Lynch suddenly tensed his muscles and became alert.

"Praise be to Sarish, the ever-young prince of joy!"

"Eternal Dancer! Your dance makes everything pale in comparison."

"My master, the ever-dancing Masco!"

Bolts of lightning struck, turning groups of soldiers into burnt ashes, from which purple blood strangely oozed.

The continuous roar sounded again, and the catapult in the northwest direction also stopped firing in this round.

The horns were blown continuously, and the deployment of the hot-bloods seemed to be in chaos.

The purple glowing blood covered the ground, with gorgeous flowers swaying and entangled in it, like people sinking into desire.

The rusty iron cone fell to the ground, no longer as new as before.

The falling objects splashed purple rain. The absurd pink and purple color was not gorgeous, but instead gave an illusion of debauchery.

The yellow-green mist brought by the iron cone spread secretly.

The filth Lynch smelled became stronger and stronger, and along with the howling magical wind, the evil power grew stronger.

The fierce battle continued, but the great wizard had completely gained the upper hand.

The wizards hiding in the camp seemed to be wiped out by an unknown force, and their dull laughter was mixed in with the shrill shouts.

They fell before Lynch could get close to his next target.

The hot-blooded creature coughed violently, like a fish out of water, struggling and twisting in the purple blood.

Soon, there were no soldiers left standing... at least there were no resisters in this camp.

As the wind and clouds rose, the thunder in the sky became more frequent.

There was not only thunder, Lynch also heard shouting and fighting from the west.

Something else got there before Lynch and started fighting with the hot-blooded creatures.

The howling wind brought the sound of broken war drums, and the thunder was overshadowed by the roars of monsters and the shouts of warriors.

The noise over there grew louder and louder, eventually overshadowing the majestic power of heaven.

The sound of bowstrings was a new thunder, and the crossbow was like a rapid piano piece, played roughly.

Lynch walked out of the empty camp and up the hillside.

He could already see the huge fire rising in the west, and the rolling logs and boulders being pushed down by the soldiers from time to time.

The warmbloods are at war with the bloated and rotting humans.

Lynch stepped onto the moss-covered stone steps, following the unclear patterns.

These are the remaining bricks and tiles of the temple building. After losing maintenance, they have become old with time.

Lynch suddenly stopped and found something wrong with the ground in front of him.

With a far thrust of the staff, the ground collapsed with a crisp sound, revealing a deep pit, as well as an iron net and barbs inside.

Lynch relied on his intuition and triggered several traps in succession.

Fortunately, the hot-blooded people have no time to pay attention to this place. There should be soldiers setting up an ambush here, but they can't protect themselves now.

Lightning bolts were thrown down by Teclis one after another, hitting the road in front of Lynch.

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The falling thunder moved westward one after another, destroying the complicated traps on the road.

Lynch sped up, jumping between the uneven man-made trenches.

The entire picture of the Western Base can be seen clearly.

The north-south direction is also vaguely visible.

Overall, there are three small fortresses in each direction, distributed at three points at equal intervals.

Directly behind the small fortress, between it and the central garrison, was a crude fortress of medium size.

During the observation period, the lights of the fire in the southern camp gradually dimmed, and in an instant, it became pitch black.

There was a small fortress in the north, facing east. Under Lynch's gaze, it was swallowed up by bloated zombies like a candle in the wind.

This seemed like some kind of signal. The other three northern garrisons that had been standing stubbornly suddenly became silent. There was no more whistling of catapults, or the sound of crossbows and crossbow strings.

The bonfire in the northern base flickered silently, conveying the despair of the dead to Lynch's eyes across the long distance.

This made Lynch even more alert. This kind of power was not something that mortals could possess. Even the slightly larger fortress could not raise any waves of resistance.

The breath of the plague inspired Lynch. This was the result of the careful crafting of a certain plague lord's cult.

They took advantage of the magic frenzy caused by the battle between wizards to summon their master.

Teclis ordered lightning to fall on the hot-blood camp in front of Lynch, and the magic destroyed the fragile defenses of the mortals.

But Lynch wasn't happy at all.

Sure enough, not long after, the storm suddenly dissipated.

A bright fire of light lit up at the place where Lynch came from.

Lynch subconsciously looked back and felt that dense enemies emerged from the camp he had just destroyed, half of them rushing towards the archmage and half of them rushing towards Lynch.

Lynch did not turn back to help the mage. Teclis was capable of dealing with the enemy, it just took some time.

Lynch rushed into the camp that was reduced to ashes by lightning and continued to move forward.

The largest central fortress stood in front of Lynch.

On the tall wooden wall, there is a watchtower every ten meters, extending inward.

At a glance, Lynch saw hundreds of watchtowers, which occupied half of the fortress.

But nearly half of this heavily guarded fortress has fallen, the north has become a dead zone, and the faint groans of mortals can be heard from time to time.

The flames could not dispel the fear on the faces of the surviving mortals.

They were like ants on a hot pan, shouting and screaming, trying to get orders from their superiors.

The drums in the fortress sounded a few times and then stopped abruptly. Then, the horn sounded from the west, which made the soldiers completely confused.

This seemed to be a signal to retreat.

(End of this chapter)