The war was over.
No, could the battle before them be considered a war? Countless elves who had witnessed the battle asked themselves this question.
When the first elf who acted as bait came out of the forest in the predetermined direction, all the elves who were stationed on the trees and in the outposts were shocked. They adjusted their breathing and gripped the longbows in their hands, trying to get rid of the unnecessary thoughts from their minds.
They knew that the war against the centaurs was different from what they had experienced in the past. Whether it was chasing away bandits or clashing with the human kingdoms at the border, nothing could be compared to what was about to happen.
In terms of results, the things that he had been worried about before the battle had come true in a sense. This was indeed a war that was completely different from what they had experienced before.
When the cavalry reached the speed of a charge, there was almost nothing that could stop them other than the city walls. It was like a meat grinder that could only use human lives and corpses to slow down the enemy. This was "common sense" in the Mystic Lands. However, the smell of blood that lingered at the tip of their noses and the bright red color in their eyes seemed to give a new explanation to this "common sense".
Logically speaking, the victorious side should be rejoicing after such a satisfying victory. Not only should they celebrate the victory, but they should also be happy that they were able to survive.
However, when the battle ended, the elves all looked at the longbows in their hands sadly. Then, a sense of sadness filled their hearts. It was a question that they did not want to know the answer to, but they could not help but ask themselves: if they were the ones who charged today, what would the result be?
When they heard that the centaur army was coming, they felt not so much despair but a deep sense of regret. If there was no civil war, if there was no problem with the World Tree, if this … if that … for various reasons, they had to face a hopeless war. Most importantly, the reasons for these mistakes could be blamed on other people.
Facing the attack of this human mage, they also felt a deep sense of despair. There were no "ifs". There was only a sense that no matter how hard they tried, no matter how lucky they were, they could not find a way to turn the situation around. Perhaps the only chance was to use all kinds of tricks and tricks to lure the enemy. In short, they could not let the mage touch the weapon that could change an era.
Compared to the elves, the four silver-bearded dwarves felt even more despair. All along, they had thought that the failure of the armed forces was only due to the fact that the other party had the technology to restrain them. After a deeper understanding, they understood that this technology could be used in reverse. It could be used as a shield for defense and a spear for offense, allowing the combat power of the peaceful armed forces to reach a higher level. By then, the weak mages would still have to succumb to the power of the peaceful forces.
But from what he saw today, would the outcome be different if the peaceful armed forces were in the attacking position?
Perhaps such an attack would not be able to penetrate the peaceful forces? Jermaine tried to comfort himself, as he thought to himself. But … were they really going to test the waters with the peacekeepers? Just thinking about it, even without a real fight, the dwarf felt a tremor running from his tailbone to his brain.
However, not everyone was so frightened that they were speechless. A kitten with mixed colors came out of nowhere and stood at the bottom of the trunk of the Tree of World. It patted the dead tree trunk with its front paws and meowed in protest. Although that sweet and childish voice didn't change, it was aggressive. It was completely different from yesterday's sickly and dying appearance.
Only then did Lin turn his head and notice the situation of the Tree of World. Although the M134 multi-barreled machine gun had been completed a long time ago, the power supply had not been finalized. Only the connecting part was reserved. And this time, the situation was urgent. Of course, Lin Sheng set his eyes on the superbattery beside him — the Tree of World.
If what he wanted was the energy tide between the dimensional gaps, then this place could be said to be inexhaustible. But the mysterious version of the M134 was a weapon designed based on the authority of magic. It was impossible to directly draw on the energy tide that filled this space. It was like pouring diesel into a car that was consuming gasoline. Even if the car could be repaired, the person would probably be frightened by the bill and have a heart attack. Before the car could be repaired, the person would have to be repaired first.
Instead of thinking of a temporary conversion method, it was better to directly draw on the authority of the Tree of World that had already been converted. So Lin Sheng made a connecting cable. One end was connected to the power supply hub of the machine gun according to the eight authorities, and the other end, like a giant earphone plug, was fiercely inserted into the trunk of the tree.
Lin Sheng had thought that it was like installing a faucet on a bucket, and the water level of the entire bucket would drop when the water was drawn. But now it seemed that the authority contained in the Tree of World could not flow around like water, or it could be said that the speed of internal exchange and replenishment was not fast enough.
The part of the trunk where the power cable for the machine gun was inserted was dead gray, and there were serious cracks and peeling on the surface. It looked so dry that it was as if a large piece could be peeled off with a pinch of the finger. In fact, that was the case. Lin Sheng only reached out and knocked on it, and a large amount of debris and dust fell.
Looking at the layer of dust on his hand, Lin Sheng rubbed it on himself. This matter looked serious, but it was also not that serious. The necrotic part of the tree that had been drained of authority did seem to be completely dead and could not be saved. But this part, which occupied the entire area of the tree, might not even be one-thousandth of it.
According to the original plan, if there was really a street fight in the village of the tree, the area of the Tree of World that was hit by the shockwave would definitely not be as small as this. However, it would not be in a completely necrotic state like this. So, it was really hard to say which side was better.
But was there any use in explaining at a time like this? Instead of wasting his time to reason with it, it was better to coax it. So, Lin Sheng put the machine gun on the shelf and reached out to pick up the kitten that was baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, stroking its fur. And this move was indeed effective. Lahti was so comfortable that its eyes narrowed, its whiskers trembled, and it even let out a mewling sound.
A certain someone stroked the cat with one hand and looked at the person next to him with an expression that said, "Hurry up and praise me."
Fen directly ignored a certain someone's expression. This kind of result was nothing to her. She did not want to say something against her will just to flatter a certain someone.
The two apprentices who could not escape from speaking looked at their teacher helplessly. Kaya reported a string of numbers first. "Teacher, from the beginning to the end of the battle, it took a total of 11 minutes and 32 seconds, and 73,242 light bullets were shot. There were a total of 2,126 centaurs who attacked. In the end, 662 people escaped, and 1,464 people died. On average, each person was hit by 17 light bullets, and the miss rate was 66%. This result … should be considered a failure. "
The brown-skinned, black-haired girl with her head tilted made such a conclusion. A certain someone jumped up and said in a higher voice, "How is this a failure?! Is there a hole in your brain? "
"But … you spent so much time and missed so many shots." The girl who was scolded felt wronged and pursed her lips.
"According to your statistics, I can kill an enemy with an average of 50 shots. Do you know how high this number is? And what's the big deal about missing? This is a machine gun! We rely on bullet comments to make a living. How can we hit 100% of the time? This isn't a sniper rifle. Have you ever seen a weapon that is more efficient and lethal than this? "
"Yes, the Tower of the Great Sage," Kaya said confidently.
"Great …"
As the saying goes, men don't cry easily because they haven't been hurt. When he mentioned that familiar name, he didn't know if it was because he was slapped in the face by himself, which made him feel so ashamed and sad, or because he had not grasped it properly, and when he looked back, it was no longer within his grasp. Such a reality was unbearable. He could only hold back his tears and bite his lower lip.
But how could the two girls above be willing to give up? The two of them threw a punch to the left and a punch to the right. Each punch was aimed at a certain someone's face. "Yeah, yeah. In the past, we didn't need to aim or plan tactics. Lock on, blacklist, and beat them to a pulp. " "Locking on is fine. I miss being able to adjust my attack speed in the past. If we attack at full speed, with the number of centaurs we have today, it will take us 30 seconds? Hmm, 20 seconds? "" The range is better. Using the Arcane Eye, we can shoot everything we see, and we can hit it accurately. This is scarier, okay? Can the enemy break through the tower's defense and threaten us if we kill them slowly? "" And the most important thing is that it consumes energy. Stuff it with magic stones and it's useless after two shots. This thing will only be a burden. I've been carrying this space-consuming thing all this time. It finally comes in handy now. Do you want to be praised? In your dreams. "" In short, this weapon is difficult to use and has so many restrictions. It's so weak. "
So weak? This was the only question in the minds of the elves who heard the conversation. And the person who was at the center of the attack simply covered his face with his cat and ran away in tears!
The little fellow who had been enjoying being stroked was now being pressed against his face. A pair of dead fish eyes and a world-weary face faced the wind, disheveled.
The two apprentices did not show any signs of remorse or sadness after their teacher left in anger. They began to clean up the mess. Kaya first used Flight to retrieve the Evil God's Satellite Eye that was hanging on the tree.
Hallumi, on the other hand, undid the cables on the machine gun and rotated the barrel so that a special barrel could be moved to the firing position. Then, she fastened the jaws and tenons to secure it. With one hand in front and the other behind, the girl carried the machine gun to her waist and came to the large group of centaur corpses. She pulled the trigger, and a pillar of fire shot out from the muzzle, igniting all the corpses.
When Marco Lin had made this machine gun, he had not made it in secret. Instead, he had asked the two apprentices to help him, so it was not difficult for them to operate it. Of course, they were also quite familiar with some of the extra functions.
The machine gun was designed with its own energy storage, but when it was used for shooting, it could only last three seconds at full power. However, it was still very interesting when used to cast regular spells, just like now when it was used to burn corpses.
It was not the first time for Fen to watch the two girls skillfully tidy things up. But they were so skilled even when dealing with corpses … Fen couldn't help but ask, "Well, aren't you scared?"
"Scared?" Hallumi thought for a moment before she remembered what the Lich was referring to. She said, "This is not the first time I've seen this. At first, it was disgusting, but after a while, it's nothing special. You'll get used to it. "
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
