Chapter 1805: 602. Warning! Warning! teor strike detected en route! _4
Except for so vampires in the first battalion who could fly and react quickly, almost the entire army was wiped out, along with over a thousand wolf people sent as cannon fodder.
The entire Blackfla Mountain Pass fell silent at this mont.
Lord Hether smashed his favorite pipe to the ground, uttering a crude dwarven curse. Stick Brother and Lord Qin, observing the battlefield from a high point, exchanged looks of disbelief; such a change was sothing the commanders in the real world could never have anticipated.
Baldwin, the Old Corpse Witch beside Lord Qin, shook his head and said hoarsely:
“You’ve really pissed them off.”
The elf rangers who were previously the most indifferent were instead the quickest to react. Several Wind Eagles, carrying sky cavalry, were already taking off to investigate the situation. But just as the elf riders took off, a female elf suddenly shouted:
“No! Look over there! There’s soone still there!”
“Hmm?”
This shout made Murphy and Triss turn around simultaneously.
As the smoke and dust from the teor strike were blown away by the fierce wind from the plateau, amidst the desolation and the burning filth fire on the shattered ground, a curled-up figure in the original Blood Flag Heights now crater was struggling to rise.
This was simply a miracle!
The highland had been hit consecutively by three teors; even a Golden One couldn’t possibly erge unscathed.
Thirty-year-old Yan Song watched with trepidation the shattered rocks and terrifying teor craters around him. This old man was truly frightened by the scene just now, but around his body, a layer of greenish light like an eggshell was protecting him.
He was also a mber of the Big Bird Team. While others had learned divine arts, he had his bottom-line skills.
As a scout, his attack power was indeed lacking, and his defense was poor too. To ensure he wouldn’t be inexplicably taken out, when learning divine arts, he specifically chose an unusual skill.
Avalon Divine Arts · Nature’s Shelter: During the effectiveness of this divine art, the user can transfer all damage received to plants within twenty feet around. Until the plant dies, the user will not suffer any harm.
At that mont, Yan Song only thanked the fact that when the teor ca crashing down, he was in a large cluster of accelerated and already sufficiently divided vampire vines; otherwise, he couldn’t have survived.
In this silent battlefield, Yan Song arduously climbed out of the crater.
He looked as if he had awakened in a wasteland era, staring dumbfounded at the battlefield with no one else besides him. Not far away, Brother ow’s legendary battle-axe was stuck in the ground in a forlorn posture, and the first battalion’s commander had vanished.
He also saw the Dirty Claw wolf people charging from beyond the battlefield.
Yan Song knew he was dood.
But at this mont, his heart surged with anger and unwillingness. Damn these wolf people, how shaless they are! Didn’t you just want this flag? I’m still here; you can forget about getting it!
So, under the silent gaze of many, Yan Song spat rudely toward his feet, took out the object he was guarding in his arms, caught a broken spear, and hoisted it up high.
In the next mont, the Dirty Claw Chieftain, who had lost interest in the battlefield, stood up in rage.
In its eyes, on that levelled battlefield, a lone Transia person was holding aloft that damned Blood Banner in the middle of an apocalyptic ruin, swaying in the purple, sinister flas.
It was like a provocation.
That damn Blood Banner, which had humiliated the wolf people, was still there! The flag stained red with wolf people’s blood was still there!
Damn!
Even teors couldn’t destroy it?
Behind Dirty Claw, all the jackal priests showed looks of astonishnt, even the old priest’s cloudy eyes widened. These Transia people… What on earth is going on? Are they still the Transia people who were broken down four tis by the Black Disaster, slaughtered by the rampant wolf people each ti?
Isn’t it wrong!
Isn’t it supposed to be the script!
“Charge!”
Dirty Claw squeezed the words out between its teeth. In that mont, its malicious eyes were filled with blood, shakingly shaking off the adjutant who wanted to support it, glaring at the flying Blood Banner on the battlefield.
As if at this mont, the world was left only with it and that flag, which seed to mock it face on.
It cursed:
“Charge over! Tear him apart alive! I order you… No! I want to personally… I want to kill… I want to… Pah!”
“Oh no, the chieftain is vomiting blood, soone co quickly!”
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