The arrival of the Mana Tide was a difficult test for all the planes!
Of course, with the Magus World's massive size and powerful Magi community, no other races or monsters could shake this huge civilization.
However, the safety of the entire Magus civilization did not mean that all the families and organisations would be unscathed. On the contrary, in this period of chaos, any Magus family or organisation could suffer huge losses if they were not careful, and thus lose their previous advantageous position.
This … was the main reason why many Magi were wary of the magic tide!
Even the powerful Magus World had to be careful in the face of the magic tide, and those medium and small planes that were weaker than the Magus World as a whole were even more vulnerable.
When the magic tide arrived, when the magic tide could no longer protect the internal space like before, the aboriginals or aboriginals would have to face the turbulent void hurricanes and ferocious astral beasts and monsters. Other than dying, there was no other way out.
After all, in a confrontation between planes, being weak was a sin!
… …
Goblin plane, Iron Stone Wasteland.
This was a desolate and lonely red land.
The soil contained too much iron, aluminium and other minerals. There was little organic matter and strong acidity, making it impossible to grow any green plants. The land that stretched for close to a hundred miles was barren. Apart from the proud red mountain peaks and the stone pillars that had been corroded by the acid rain, there were no other living creatures.
As the soil was acidic and dark red, it looked as if it had been soaked in blood under the sunlight. Hence, this place was given the title of 'Land of the Devils'.
Since it was impossible to grow crops, it was naturally impossible to feed the population. Hence, the red soil of the Iron Stone Wasteland did not cover any goblin towns, and it was even more impossible for there to be large-scale intelligent life activities.
However, in this deathly silence, a loud roar suddenly sounded from afar.
Following that, a fully armed goblin convoy appeared in their field of vision. The heavy goblin chariot's steel tracks crushed the hard red roadbed, and the golden magic cannon at the top of the chariot rotated. From time to time, the cannon's muzzle would point at a dark and gloomy corner.
A Gnome wearing a leather headgear and tactical goggles peeked out from the top of the first tank. He raised his binocular telescope and scanned the surrounding mountain peaks and stone pillar hills.
The terrain here was especially treacherous, and the environment was a terrible mess. Clearly, it was not suitable for the survival of any intelligent life. But before the arrival of the Mana Wave, the Gnome caravan didn't dare to relax or slack off. They meticulously patrolled this weak region of space.
Yes, one of the main reasons why the Iron Rock Wasteland was so desolate was because it was a weak point in space. The chaotic magical energy that seeped in from the outside world had changed the environment of this plane and caused the elemental energy to be out of balance, thus creating the strange red soil.
The goblin convoy consisted of eleven goblin chariots, equipped with magic cannons, goblin missiles, and combat equipment. Their task was to patrol this Iron Stone Wasteland regularly to make sure that no creatures from other planes had taken advantage of the demon wave eruption to sneak into the Goblin Plane.
Of course, to better complete the patrolling work, the higher-ups had also provided a Gnome helicopter to each convoy.
Hence, as the Gnome caravan thundered across the red soil, a Gnome helicopter with the serial number 'Flying Fish' flew over their heads at a low altitude. Then, it drew a beautiful arc and flew towards a lone red peak on the right.
Commander Parker's green fur outside his leather hat danced wildly in the strong winds. He lowered his body and pressed on the communication crystal in his ear, roaring loudly.
"Morris, you bastard … Don't fly so close to the convoy. Damn it, my eardrums are about to burst from your terrible noise … Remember, fly higher and check out the 27th district. The equipment shows that the sealing spell formation there has been touched. It's very likely that something bad has sneaked in, you have to be careful … "
"Roger, Flying Fish. Pilot Morris salutes you. I'll head to Area 27 now … "
Commander Parker slammed his hand on the carriage and pointed in the direction of the Gnome helicopter. Only then did he raise his binoculars and track the situation of the other party.
The entire Gnome caravan suddenly changed direction and rushed towards a huge stone forest.
However, before the caravan could get within three miles of the stone forest, the Gnome helicopter that was flying at a low altitude was attacked by a flock of birds. Fortunately, the pilot of Flying Fish, Morris, had some skill. He actually managed to maneuver the helicopter to dodge left and right, breaking out of the siege of the birds. Then, he suddenly turned around and flew back towards the caravan.
Commander Parker, who had been deeply worried, was elated when he saw this. He hurriedly commanded the caravan to quickly get into a defensive formation. Amidst the creaking sounds of metal, the magical cannons quickly adjusted their muzzles. The supporting metal legs on both sides of the caravan were also nailed into the ground. A layer of faint blue light combined to envelop the entire caravan.
The goblin helicopter flew straight for the convoy. When it was about to reach the range of the convoy's cannons, the helicopter suddenly flipped to the side, drawing a strange arc as it flew away, revealing the strange flying beasts that were making strange sounds as they chased after them.
This was a flock of strange birds that had never been seen before!
They looked like large ducks, but there was no hair on their long necks. There was only a strange red sac on each side of their heads. They were not large in size, and their feathers were dark red. Their flying speed was even more average.
If it wasn't for the fear of losing them halfway, the speed of the Gnome helicopter would have shaken them off long ago.
The current Gnome Plane was no longer the Gnome Plane of the past!
After being influenced by the Wizard civilization, the Gnomes, who had always been immune to magic, had also gained a wide range of knowledge and rich experience in the plane. Thus, the Goblin Commander Parker only needed two fingers to identify these 'monsters'.
Fire Crows!
This was a flock of Fire Crows that had the ability to spit fire!
The strange red sacs on both sides of their parotid glands were where they stored their strange saliva. When they spat out this saliva, it would quickly expand into a strange fireball the size of a human head upon contact with the air. The power of the attack was half that of a human Wizard's fireball, but the exploding flames were terrifyingly sticky, and could stick to the enemy's body and continue burning.
This was also the most troublesome aspect of the Fire Crows!
A single Fire Crow was not difficult to deal with, but the difficult part was that the Fire Crows were magical creatures that gathered in groups. They usually lived in groups. Small groups had two to three hundred members, and large groups had thousands or even tens of thousands of members. The size of their group depended on whether there was enough food in the area and nothing else.
According to Parker's knowledge, there were no Fire Crows near the Iron Stone Wasteland, and there were not many Fire Crows in the entire Gnome Plane. Therefore, he dared to conclude that this flock of thousands of Fire Crows was definitely an 'outsider' that had secretly migrated here through the plane crack.
Once they understood the surrounding environment and terrain, they would definitely migrate to a place with more 'food' nearby. Goblins were definitely part of their diet.
For the safety of the Gnome Plane, they could not be allowed to come and go as they pleased.
Therefore, when the flock of Fire Crows could not stop their charge and flew into the attack range, the Gnome Caravan's magic cannons instantly concentrated fire.
* Dong dong dong … *
A series of energy fireballs flew into the sky and crashed into the flock of Fire Crows, quickly exploding into a sea of fire.
Although the Fire Crows could spit out flames, that was only due to the special bodily fluids in their bodies. It did not mean that they were fire creatures. Therefore, the Gnome Caravan's cannons bombarded them with terrifying damage.
The battlefield was immediately filled with the angry and hoarse cries of the Fire Crows, and the loud explosions of the energy fireballs. A large number of Fire Crows were blasted into pieces, and many were scorched black by the flames. Incomplete bird corpses fell from the sky like raindrops.
The Fire Crows that were lucky enough to make it through the fireballs cawed as they swooped down, using strange fireballs the size of human heads to bombard the light blue energy barrier.
Unfortunately, their individual strength was still too weak. It was obvious that they could not shake the energy barrier that was supported by the eleven Gnome Chariots.
The surface of the barrier shook violently, but the fireballs that exploded did not scatter. Instead, they turned into streams of scarlet liquid that flowed slowly on the surface. When the scarlet liquid came into contact with the air, it immediately ignited into a sky-high fire, quickly corroding the energy barrier.
After all, the number of Goblin Chariots was still a little low. Although the first wave of attacks had reduced the number of Fire Crows by half, the number of Goblin Chariots was not enough. Although the first round of attacks had directly reduced the flock of Fire Crows by half, the follow-up attacks were like anti-aircraft cannons hitting mosquitoes. The lethality of the attacks had decreased.
Usually, after a dozen cannons, the number of Fire Crows that were killed would only be in the single digits.
And such a small number was like a drizzle to the flock of Fire Crows that were flying around randomly in the sky. There were close to five hundred of them.
The Fire Crows continuously flew up and down, trying their best to spit mucus at the energy barrier.
From the looks of it, they were planning to burn through the barrier and charge in to fight the Gnome Chariots.
Since the magic cannons could no longer focus fire on them, Parker immediately gave the order to fight. The Combat Magic Devices that were hanging from the rear of the Gnome Chariots all jumped down and lined up in rows, using concentrated energy rays to attack the approaching Fire Crows.
At this moment, the energy rays that were activated quickly and had almost no flight time were actually more effective than the energy fireballs. Although the power was a little weaker, the densely packed cannons on the bodies of the Combat Magic Devices could still make up for some of the lack of power.
* Sssii … *
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