Under the control of the gnomes, the five loggers brandished their chainsaws and iron fists, taking heavy steps that shook the earth as they charged at the strange insect.
The strange insect had been completely unrestrained just a moment ago, but when it saw the metal lumps spitting hot steam as they charged at it, it immediately turned into a cunning fox and began to hide everywhere in the sawmill.
The logs piled up like a mountain after being chopped became the best cover for it.
Compared to the loggers, the strange insect was only as big as their thick feet. If it was trampled by such a huge thing, no matter how tenacious its life force was or how tough its carapace was, it would not be able to resist the terrifying weight of 40 tonnes.
Thus, the strange insect used the piles of logs in the middle of the camp to charge left and right, occasionally launching a sneak attack on the troll slaves and gnome guards who could not dodge in time.
The sawmill camp immediately descended into chaos.
All of the troll slaves covered their heads and fled. In their panic, some of them ran into the alien insects and became the targets of their slaughter. Some of them sent themselves into the path of the fast-moving logging machines and were then stomped into meat paste after a short, shrill wail.
The group of goblin guards that Obelem led were thrown into disarray by the rampaging slaves, and they couldn't catch up to the nimble and strong figures of the alien insects.
"All gnomes, don't panic …" Olbe was the commander of the camp after all. Even at a time like this, he was still calmer than the other gnomes. He climbed onto a tall wooden chopping block and roared, "All Gnome Guards, get on the chopping block … You … You … You lumberjacks, don't chase after them. Guard the entrance to the camp … All slaves, gather at the houses. If anyone dares to run, kill them …"
Under Olbe's command, the chaotic camp immediately gained a backbone. All of the slaves and gnome guards ran to their respective positions as ordered. The five loggers no longer chased after the strange insect, instead retreating to guard the entrance between the piles of logs. They watched covetously, waiting for the other party to walk right into their trap.
That Thorn Scorpion suddenly stopped between two piles of logs and raised its body, as if it was listening to something.
Soon, it changed its strategy. It rushed out of the pile of logs and began to attack the huge wooden boxes in the middle of the camp.
Under its lure, two Goblin Lumberjacks rushed into the pile of logs, swinging their chainsaws and cutting everything inside into pieces. The logs were chopped until sawdust flew everywhere, and the big wooden box was chopped until it was crooked. Wooden boxes were knocked over one by one, and the contents inside were scattered all over the place.
It was a strange crystal prism that was more than half a meter long. It didn't seem to be solid inside, but was filled with a strange liquid that emitted a dark green light.
For some reason, even though he could not sense any elemental aura from them, Bliss, who was hiding in the forest far away, felt his heart skip a beat.
He suddenly felt that the object that meant the most to him in this camp was not the five Goblin Lumberjacks, nor was it the fire stick in the gnomes' hands. Instead, it was these mysterious and strange crystal prism.
Under his command, that Stinger Scorpion's surroundings immediately stirred up a misty earthen yellow mist, and it even more so dove into the ground. When it once again emerged from the ground, it had already run to the side of the overturned crystal prism.
"Open fire … Open fire …" Olbe's shrill roar sounded again, "Don't let the monster get close to the magic energy battery. Hurry and open fire … "
Under his shout, all of the gnome guards perched on top of the logs raised their guns and opened fire at the Thorn Scorpion. The dense metal bullets struck the Thorn Scorpion's black carapace, and most of them bounced back.
However, the Thorn Scorpion's body also emitted a few purplish black pillars of blood, and many of its compound eyes were blinded.
Shrill insect hisses resounded in the battlefield, and all the gnomes covered their ears and rolled on the ground in pain. Even the gnome mechanics on the five Goblin Lumberjacks were no exception!
Bliss, who was hiding in the distance, was slightly stunned, and then seemed to understand something.
Truthfully speaking, Bliss was completely shocked when he first saw the five Goblin Lumberjacks.
With his sharp spiritual force, he could sense that these Goblin Lumberjacks all had the basic strength of a high-ranked acolyte. This place seemed to be a rather remote town in the wilderness of the great Goblin Empire.
The cylindrical poles in the gnome guards' hands that could fire metal bullets had a basic attack power of 30 degrees. This might not mean much to Magi, but if every gnome at the bottom of the Goblin Empire had such a simple and swift attack method, Bliss would have to reevaluate the overall strength of the Goblin Empire.
If even this place could casually produce five high-ranked acolytes, and every single one of them had the attack power of a beginner acolyte, this would not be good news for the Magi's invasion of the plane.
However, there were good and bad things in everything!
Although the combat attainments and attack power of these gnomes made him secretly apprehensive, the Thorn Scorpion's painful hisses also exposed the weakness of this group of gnomes.
Their strength and strength seemed to rely on these strange equipment, and their own strength was so insignificant that it was not even worth mentioning.
The Thorn Scorpion's pained hisses had a sound wave intensity of only 15 degrees, but the gnomes present were already swaying left and right, unable to control themselves. This showed that their bodies were not even as strong as a beginner acolyte, and their vitality and spiritual force must be very low.
Taking advantage of the fact that the gnomes were dizzy, the injured Thorn Scorpion once again created a cloud of dust that covered a radius of 5 metres, and then burrowed into the ground, never to be seen again.
It took the gnomes a long time to regain their senses, and they immediately organized people to search the entire camp, but they could not find any traces of the strange insect. They had no choice but to give up on the search, and began to restore order in the lumberjack camp.
As the entire camp had been turned into a pile of mud, many piles of logs had been smashed by the lumberjacks, and many wooden boxes had been smashed into pieces. Thus, as they struggled to organize everything, almost none of the gnomes realized that two of the scattered crystal prisms had mysteriously disappeared.
… …
Just as the gnomes turned out in full force to search the camp and the surrounding forest, Bliss had already returned to the depths of the forest with the Thorn Scorpion War Beetles, and only left one or two insect scouts around the camp.
After finding a hidden cave in the forest, Bliss immediately began to study the two strange objects he had just obtained.
Magic batteries?
These two strange little things were called magic batteries?
Judging from their names, they seemed to be a special kind of energy crystal that could provide mysterious non-elemental energy to certain special equipment. Bliss was already so shocked that he could not close his mouth when he saw how the weak gnomes could control metal puppets that were 20 times their size with ease.
What he was most surprised about was what kind of energy these huge creatures relied on to move. After all, he did not sense any elemental energy aura from them.
And now, with two magic energy batteries in his hands and sensing the strange energy frequency within, Bliss had a vague feeling that those big guys were probably powered by these so-called magic energy batteries!
However, this place lacked an alchemy laboratory, and he did not know much about alchemy. Thus, it was impossible for Bliss to decipher the strange system of the gnomes from these two magic batteries.
Thus, Bliss could only shift his attention back to the gnome camp in an attempt to find more comprehensive information.
What Bliss did not know was that while he was hiding in the cave to study the magic batteries, a gnome helicopter suddenly rose from the lumberjack and flew into the distance under the cover of the night.
Even though the battle during the day had caught the gnome commander off guard and they did not find any valuable information or clues, Oldman Torc's information gave him sufficient reason to suspect that the strange insects that broke into the camp today were the minions of the otherworld invaders. But combined with the information brought back by Old Tok, Obem had sufficient reason to suspect that the insects that broke into the camp today were the minions of the otherworldly invaders.
Thus, after sending more guards to stand guard at the lumberjack camp, Obem personally wrote a letter requesting for help to Old Tok and asked him to bring it to Barzik, the commander of the seventh gnome's land corps 170 miles away.
In the letter, Obem used a tone that made the gnomes' blood run cold to describe the terror of the otherworldly invaders, and once again described the weakness of Beta Town's defenses.
After Old Tok and the flying apprentice Mosadin left the camp in the gnome helicopter, Commander Obem stood in front of the wooden window of the two-storey building, gazing at the silent forest under the cover of the night. His heart was filled with indescribable fear and worry.
Such a forest was definitely not normal!
Usually, large numbers of beasts and monsters would appear around the camp at night. Even if the gnome guards had set up blazing torches around the perimeter of the camp, they would not be able to stop them from circling around under the cover of the night.
But today, the forest under the cover of the night was deathly silent.
It was as if countless terrifying demons were lurking in the darkness, and the beasts in the forest were either scared off or killed by them.
This also meant that the insect that had caused trouble in the camp during the day had not gone far, and was still spying on them. Once the gnome guards let their guard down, or if there was a huge flaw in the camp's defenses, the insect would definitely return and wreak havoc in the lumberjack camp once more.
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