Chapter 86: Deja Vu

Lin Qi silently voted against this plan in his heart.

These crazy guys are becoming more and more out of control. If the continent sinks, they will definitely not have time to escape.

There is no doubt about their abilities; ratmen always find a way to accomplish things that are extremely harmful to the world.

Yes, we must stop them and destroy that thing, even if it means temporarily delaying the journey.

Even dying for it is worth it.

Lynch pushed open the door and came to the maze-like corridor.

The archmage once again concentrated his magic, and the blue light guided the adventurers deeper into the tunnel.

The road seemed to be going downward. Lynch didn't know how many turns he had turned. Finally, he smelled the stench of the rat-men.

The flat ground disappeared, replaced by a huge, uneven mine cave.

Densely packed slave rats were biting and fighting each other, and from time to time a rat-man would become nutrition in the stomachs of his companions.

It all ended with Lynch's arrival.

At first, only a few ratmen escaped from the edge, and then more and more ratmen ran towards the criss-crossing tunnels.

They thought that the cold-blooded army had discovered this place, and no ratman wanted to confront the army head-on.

Except for those guys who lost half their brains , Lynch killed all the hungry ratmen who dared to charge at him in just a few seconds.

The complicated tunnel made Lynch unable to start, so he had to ask the wizard to cast the spell again.

Before the wizard could gather the wind of magic, a smell even more foul than that of the ratmen wafted in from afar.

The Archmage halted his heavenly spell and instead summoned the Wind of Life.

Those who come bring the plague.

Lynch was not affected by the plague. He locked onto the enemy's position and rushed forward quickly.

The crawling sounds of the rodents were like raindrops, dense and loud.

The top of the cave began to tremble, until a crowded crowd of ratmen emerged from the tunnel in front of Lynch, and then the rocks and soil above fell down in pieces.

The meat mountain made of ratmen fell and landed behind Lynch. After the ratman at the bottom died, he cushioned the impact for his companions above.

The ratmen piled up like sand. Instead of rushing directly at the enemy, they ate up their companions' flesh first.

The great wizard took the opportunity to throw a fire explosion that caused a bloody storm, and the air wave with minced meat and blood sticked to Lynch's back.

The explosion shook the Hollow, but the Archmage had intended it to be so.

The layers hollowed out by the ratmen collapsed, and the ratmen fell down mixed with the soil.

The Swordmaster of Hoeth guarded the wizard, who threw fallen rocks at the falling rats.

Lynch was not afraid of being crushed to death. He knocked to death the slave rats blocking his way and rushed directly into the tunnel, knocking to death a group of plague monks before rushing back to the team like a gust of wind.

The lizard man nimbly avoided the falling rocks and crashed into the safe area maintained by the wizard.

Fresh air was created by the mage, and an invisible shield blocked the rubble.

The archmage's staff penetrated deep into the ground, and this small area slowly rose up and turned into a floating island.

The ratmen's miserable cries faded away for a long time, and Lynch had to admit that when it came to causing large-scale casualties, mages had far more advantages than warriors.

Too bad magic can't be trusted.

Lynch has been cautious enough, but the demons still found an opportunity to invade. If he actively borrows the power of chaos, it will make the situation worse.

Only the top wizards can control magic at will, and more spellcasters die before reaching the top.

With the Spine of Typok, maybe we can give it a try? Lynch became alert and put his thoughts aside.

Countless ratmen died in the collapse, and when everything calmed down, Lynch could even see the stars in the sky.

A faint bell sound rang deeper underground, and the uninvited guest angered the underground ruler.

The great wizard brought the floating island up and returned to the ground, where the jungle was more conducive to their performance.

Taking into account the special nature of Lynch's back armor, the mage did not use the more labor-saving lifting magic, but directly created a physical floating island.

The team returned to camp and slightly adjusted the crude wooden stakes.

Spell after spell was cast, and a few scattered wooden stakes were duplicated and reinforced along with the ground, turning into an insurmountable wall.

The archmage only leaves a few gaps to ensure that the warrior only needs to face one enemy at a time.

Before the wizard could continue casting the spell, he saw the enemy underground.

In the vision, a gray-white ratman with two horns on his head sat under the screaming death knell, chewing on a dimensional stone and looking at the elven wizard viciously.

The two spellcasters began to compete, and the warriors could no longer receive spell assistance.

Lynch didn't care, it just took longer to end the battle.

Like a mountain, Lynch sat in the gap between the stakes.

The rat tide crashed into the mountains, splashing waves of blood.

Lynch hates ratmen because they are beyond redemption.

This contempt even exceeded Lynch's contempt for Druzy.

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The dark elves can still find a few warriors with a sense of honor, and the honor of the ratmen can be used as a joke by the dwarves.

If the ratmen were to engage in a championship duel, they would first use cannon fodder to consume the opponent's energy, and then rush forward and win in a "single duel" using all kinds of despicable tactics.

The only thing the Skaven have in common with the Druzi is that they are both on Lynch's extermination list.

Once Lynch has gathered enough troops and ensured that the demons will not harm the mortal realm, he will immediately begin to implement the plan.

Without these cancers, the various forces of order can better resist the devil.

There was a voice trying to make Lynch more radical, but unfortunately Lynch had a good grasp of the degree.

The rat tide continued to attack the camp, but Lynch heard some discordant sounds.

It seemed like there were many warriors on the side of the rat tide, fighting a bloody battle with the rats.

The blood rain created by Lynch was getting smaller and smaller as the rat tide was turning.

The huge army even broke into the rat group. The originally hard to hear war roar, with its fanaticism, made the Lizardmen and Asur, who had been fighting for a long time, solemn.

"waagh!"

A burly green-skinned orc broke through the rat tide, and more orcs followed the boss's footsteps.

The goblins and the orc boys followed their leader along the path opened up by the big guy.

The orc shaman tried to concentrate the spell, but after dancing for a long time, he was unable to draw out the energy from the waagh.

The shamans broke their staffs in frustration, picked up sticks, and rushed towards the rat tide, screaming.

Lynch looked at the orc warrior charging through the rat tide and felt that he looked somewhat familiar.

Maybe all orc warriors look the same, and Lynch can't tell the beauty or ugliness of the greenskins.

The green tide occupied half of the world in Lynch's eyes, and the other half belonged to the Skaven.

Lynch enjoys watching them consume each other, which is conducive to order.

The greenskins are also on Lynch's list. These warlike and untamable creatures are difficult for Lynch to exterminate because of their cancerous reproductive methods.

One greenskin can produce an entire legion, and that's no joke.

Without the protection of gods, some creatures would have been killed to extinction by this cancer long ago.

The green tide was calling out a name, and Lynch hoped that the archmage could provide a translation, but unfortunately the mage was busy fighting.

Lynch couldn't find from his memory the meaning of "Ger" in the greenskin culture.

The green tide shouted it with extreme enthusiasm, as if they saw their weird gods stepping on the human world.

Such fanatical emotions can only be directed towards a leader chosen by God, or the God himself.

(End of this chapter)