EFB Chapter 68 The First Battle of Blade Winter
Chapter 68 The First Battle of Blade Winter
Chapter 68 The First Battle of Blade Winter (Part 2)
Three figures, exuding a resolute and tragic aura, burst out of the shadows of the industrial zone.
The alloy floor groaned painfully under their feet.
Leading the charge was the one-armed lizardman leader, his two sharp claws digging into the ground, each thrust sending up a shower of sparks, his tail maintaining a delicate balance, making him look like a cannonball flying close to the ground.
Karl, the Silver-Winged Snow Demon, flapped his wings and soared into the sky, leaving a trail of afterimages in mid-air.
The shadow assassin, now only one eye remaining, vanished from the shadows the instant he emerged, his form mysteriously fading and disappearing, as if merging into the stale smell of engine oil in the air.
This is a desperate struggle.
It was a desperate gamble.
In the center of the square directly in front of them, the seemingly simple camp, like a silent behemoth, lay quietly in the darkness.
The city wall is not high, and in some places, the traces of welding are even visible.
The defensive towers behind the wall emitted a dim red light, a characteristic of second-tier magic power.
"Is that all?"
Karl let out a shriek in the air, his fear replaced by greed.
If it's a defense line of this caliber, with the explosive power of those three third-tier experts, it would only take them an instant to tear it apart.
"Let's do it!"
At his command, the lizardmen on the ground suddenly accelerated.
The reaction within the camp seemed to be a beat slow.
Only when they closed to within two hundred meters did the thorny watchtowers behind the city wall slowly begin to rotate.
shhhhhh!
Several thick, thorny vines came hurtling through the air, accompanied by a whistling sound.
"A trivial skill!"
The lizardman leader let out a sinister laugh, and without dodging or avoiding, he charged straight at the vines.
puff!
The vines lashed against his hard scales, leaving only a shallow white mark before bouncing away weakly.
This level of attack isn't even enough to tickle him.
"It really is Tier 2!"
Karl, suspended in mid-air, felt much more at ease.
The intelligence was correct; that baron's wealth was just like that.
Those traps were definitely his last fig leaf.
Lorraine is now like a turtle stripped of its shell, left to be slaughtered at their mercy.
"Charge in! Twist that baron's head off!"
Karl swooped down with a maniacal laugh, the frost sword in his hand gleaming with a chilling light.
The lizardmen roared and sped up, now less than fifty meters from the city wall.
That damned baron is probably hiding under the covers, trembling with fear right now.
however.
Right at this moment.
Lorraine, standing atop the watchtower, smiled gently.
He looked at the three figures rushing towards him like mad dogs and shook his head helplessly.
"Sometimes, I really admire the imagination of these monsters."
He turned his head and looked at Anna, who was already poised to strike.
The girl's red hair fluttered in the cold wind, and her once timid eyes now burned with a pale yet fervent flame.
"Since the guest is in such a hurry to be reborn."
Lorraine's voice was soft, yet it reached Anna's ears clearly: "Then let's not keep them waiting any longer."
"Anna, give them a little surprise."
"Yes, young master."
Anna gave a slight bow.
next second.
She raised her hand, her fingertips pointing towards the city wall.
In the middle of the originally empty city wall, the air suddenly became strangely distorted.
That was the fluctuation when the spatial folding technology was deactivated.
Followed by.
Twelve jet-black, third-tier witch towers wreathed in pale flames appeared out of thin air in everyone's sight.
They were not scattered, but rather defied conventional tactical logic, densely packed behind a single city wall.
It was like a row of dark gun barrels, pointed directly at the enemy's forehead.
boom!
The twelve third-tier witch towers lit up simultaneously.
The blinding white light instantly illuminated the entire underground plaza, turning the originally dim space into daylight.
The lizardman commander, who was charging forward, suddenly widened his eyes.
In his proud dynamic visuals, all he saw was an overwhelming sea of fire.
There was no chanting.
There is no pre-animation.
The twelve pale flames converged into a single point in an instant, striking his chest with pinpoint accuracy.
"That's it—"
Only those two words flashed through the lizardman's mind.
That was his last thought in this life.
Boom—!
A loud bang.
The lizardman leader didn't even have time to scream before his upper body was instantly vaporized by the terrifying heat and kinetic energy impact.
Hard scales, strong muscles, and solid bones—at this moment, all beings were equal, and all turned to ashes.
Only two thick thighs remained, propelled forward a few steps by inertia, before collapsing helplessly onto the scorching metal floor.
A nauseating, burnt smell filled the air.
"What the hell is this?!"
Karl abruptly stopped mid-air, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.
one strike.
Just one strike.
A Tier 3 lizardman commander, renowned for his defense, is gone just like that?
That's a third-tier item!
In the desolate winter wasteland, a third-tier powerhouse is someone who can roam freely and is a hegemon capable of establishing a medium-sized tribe.
But in front of this human baron, she was as fragile as a piece of paper.
"Take cover! Take cover now!"
Carl screamed, trying to gain altitude.
But it was too late.
In the shadows on the ground, the shadow assassin who had been invisible was now also plunged into despair.
He originally planned to sneak up the city wall and assassinate the lizardmen while they drew their fire.
But now, the lizardmen have died instantly, and those twelve terrifying defensive towers seem to be looking for their next target.
"You can't see me—you can't see me—"
The Shadow Assassin held his breath, minimizing his presence.
His invisibility is a racial talent, making it difficult for even perception-type monsters of the same level to detect him.
As long as he doesn't move around recklessly, these defensive towers that only attack in a rigid manner will not be able to lock onto him.
however.
From the watchtower, Lorraine's gaze pierced through the darkness, landing precisely on an open space at the base of the city wall.
In his "omniscient vision," that sleazy figure was as conspicuous as a louse on a bald man's head.
"At five o'clock, fifteen meters from the city wall."
Lorraine's voice was as calm as if she were reciting a menu, "That corner looks a bit dirty."
Anna did not hesitate at all.
She didn't even look in that direction; she simply followed Lorraine's instructions faithfully.
The fingers twitched slightly.
The spires of the twelve Ice and Fire Demon Towers instantly turned around.
boom!
Another salvo.
The seemingly empty space was instantly covered by pale fire.
"ah!!!"
A piercing scream suddenly rang out, but then abruptly stopped half a second later.
A distorted humanoid silhouette appeared in the air, then turned into a charred mess in the flames.
Even in death, the Shadow Assassin couldn't understand why his prized invisibility technique seemed like a joke to this human.
"There's one left."
Lorraine looked up at the terrified Silverwing Snow Demon in the sky.