Chapter 6: No Martial Ethics
But the purpose of the dart was not to kill Lin Qi. The hidden weapon hit the stalactites above, and the violent sound echoed underground.
Lynch listened to the ratmen's hurried footsteps getting away and looked at the dark elves who were hurriedly surrounding him. He was a little stunned for a moment.
This trick of disaster was just right by Dong, and it was unpredictable. He would always find a way to create other noises to attract Druzy.
Lynch quickly fled into the depths of the stone forest. The dark elves vaguely blocked this area, so Lynch inevitably ran into a shadow swordsman.
Lynch rushed towards him fiercely, but the swordsman dodged nimbly and blocked Lynch's way with his sword.
Lynch used the scepter to poke the elf. It was called a scepter, but in fact it was more like a spear.
The crystal at the tip of the spear was no less powerful than meteorite iron, and the leather armor on Shadow's body was pierced through as if it didn't exist.
Shadow was forced to change tactics and return to defense, but he did not dare to move away.
Lynch's scepter was longer, and Shadow's ability to perform at long distances was even more disadvantageous. He could only turn around to narrowly avoid being pierced by the scepter.
He saw that Lynch had no intention of fighting, so he deliberately delayed.
Shadow relied on his agile body to fight with Lynch, and his sword skills that were both real and virtual were extremely exquisite.
Lynch ignored his fancy moves and just swept his staff across.
Shadow took the opportunity to chop Lynch's left shoulder with all his strength, preparing to use the spear's inflexibility in a small environment to get rid of Lynch first.
Amidst the flying sparks, the sword got stuck in Lynch's scales.
The staff hit Dark Shadow hard, whose old strength was exhausted and new strength had not yet been generated. The astonished Dark Shadow was knocked away by Lynch and hit the sharp rocks. He tried several times but failed to get up.
Lynch pulled out the sword that was stuck on his left shoulder, threw it at the shadow, and continued to run away without looking back.
Taking advantage of his night vision, Lynch successfully got rid of the elves.
But as time went by, the lingering feeling of weakness made Lynch extremely uneasy.
He seemed to be poisoned, and the shadowy figure had smeared poison on the sword.
Fortunately, Lynch has a strong physique and his enhanced self-healing ability saved his life.
He needed to find a safe place to rest and replenish some water.
At the same time, he had to think about how to improve his status.
He can't be trapped underground forever, and he has to think about how to accumulate strength after he gets out.
The Lizardmen's society is highly rigidified, and unless Lynch can find information left behind by the ancient saints that is clearly beneficial to him, it will be difficult for him to cross classes.
If there is really no other way, he can only prove himself by killing the enemies of the Lizardmen and make Master Slan look at Lynch with a higher regard.
"Skaven!"
In the dark cave, dense red eyes moved towards the Druzis.
Omarin looked at these inferior races with disgust and asked the sorceress to send out a magic signal to gather the Druzai.
"Dang~"
The loud sound of the bell echoed underground, and swarms of rats came from all directions like locusts.
The screams of the dark elves were endless, and Druzil, who had no time to return, was instantly swallowed up by the tide of ratmen.
Amid the creepy chewing sound, the second bell rang.
"Dang~"
The high-ranking sorceress, with the help of the other two sorceresses, raised her staff and channeled the magic.
A bit of fire was blown out by the sorceress, and it flew rapidly towards the rat group, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a huge flaming head.
The flames laughed and set all the ratmen on fire in their path, creating a path of fire.
But this was just a drop in the bucket, and the flames were drowned in the endless swarm of rats.
"Dang~"
The loud sound of the bells came closer, just like the rampant slave rats before Omarin's eyes.
There were so many of them that all the slave rats believed that the rat swarm was invincible, and that the hundreds of Druzis under Omarin were simply unable to repel the enemy.
They seemed to have mistakenly entered the territory of the ratmen clan.
The "Silent One" beside the sorceress silently walked to the front line, trying to curb the Skaven frenzy with shields and spears.
The slave rats driven by the clan rats ran into these well-trained Druzi. Although the line was shaky, they still held on firmly.
But the rat colony consists of more than just slave rats.
The shrill death knell rang again, and the plague monks mixed in with the slave rats excitedly shouted the blasphemous name of the Rat God.
The fanatical plague monks were almost insane in the sound of the bells. Some ratmen that blocked their way were slaughtered like enemies by these strange ratmen whose bodies were full of disease.
They piously chanted the hymn of the Horned Rat, and with the creaking chants, the Plague Monks headed straight for the cold spears of the "Speechless Ones".
The Plague Monk's festering flesh is not afraid of pain, and the same is true for the numb "Speechless One".
The machetes dismembered the spearmen's bodies, and the crossbows and spears also pierced through the ratmen's filthy bodies.
The Plague Monks mixed in with the rats laughed wildly as they broke through the defense line and engaged in a bloodier hand-to-hand combat with the Shadow Swordsmen.
Even if they are killed, the scattering of their fetid fluids is enough to drive the Horned Rat's enemies to meet their cowardly gods.
In the back, the Black Sharp Crossbowmen were affected by the splashing sticky juice and were burned by the corrosive liquid, losing their combat effectiveness on the spot.
The screams of both sides only aroused the killing desire of more ratmen! Even in death, the Plague Monk's dirty body has achieved its goal, and the disease began to spread.
Omarin held the bone whistle on his chest with a gloomy face. He had to use his trump card, otherwise these useless fellow tribesmen would not be able to cover his retreat.
The shrill whistle was drowned out by the fifth bell, but Omarin's little pet had received the signal.
The already turbulent surface of the underground sea became even more turbulent, and a sea snake-like monster emerged from beneath the water.
It has a dragon-like head and short wings that indicate its ancestry, although they are more like fish fins.
This is a sea dragon! The sea dragon twisted its huge body and came ashore to face the rats. Every movement of it could kill dozens of ratmen.
Omarin's face looked even uglier. This sea dragon was beyond saving. The ratman's plague would devour its life.
Sorceress Theresa once again channels the winds of magic, but an evil will interferes with her spells.
The backlash from the failed spellcasting caused the sorceress to suffer terrible burns.
When the sixth bell rang, Theresa's second vision could already see the horned rat man sitting in a small mobile clock tower behind the rat group.
Omarin took out another bird-shaped bone whistle and blew it again.
It wasn't long before a scorpion tail beast flew out of the darkness.
Omarin hurriedly climbed onto the scorpion-tailed beast, and Theresa and other sorceresses also squeezed up.
Omarin hesitated for a long time, but finally acquiesced.
He didn't dare kick down the followers of the Supreme Sorceress.
Omarin abandoned the other Druzis and rode the Scorpion Tailed Beast away from the battlefield.
The remaining dark elves fell into despair, some of the Druzil shouted the name of God Cain as they killed before they died, and more elves fled in fear.
The bell rang thirteen times in total, and then everything returned to silence.
Grey Prophet Bo'oril was furious. The rat troll he bought from the Corrupted Clan at a high price was cut in half.
The slave rats brought detailed information, that was the work of a lizard! Boorel killed all the fleeing slave rats, but this did not quell its anger.
It bought the lizard's head from a killer of Clan Eshin. Bo'oril was interested in a weapon that could easily cut through a rat troll's body.
Useless slave rats, they should have told Boyoril earlier that the dangerous stick was a treasure!
The Screaming Death Knell stopped beside the sea dragon's corpse, and Bo'oril looked grimly at the giant beast that was being eaten.
These stupid elves actually dare to search for treasure right under Bo'oril's nose!
(End of this chapter)
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