What's more, the powerful military power of the West Coast Empire surpasses the entire planet Toril, and may only be compared to the overlord Xianglong Empire on the eastern Kara-atu continent."

"So you don't think you have to worry too much about this unprecedented monster army?"

Valamalandis turned her head and looked at the nominal supreme ruler of the Silver Moon Alliance.

Alustriel nodded slightly: "Yes, I don't think they can remember any storms.

Don’t forget, Sothos is Talona’s chosen one, a true moving natural disaster.

The tragedy of the complete extinction of orcs in the North a few years ago is a living example.

If he really thought this monster army was a threat, then the plague would have started to rage here by now, and thousands of people would fall down and die of illness every day.

In addition, the Goddess of Magic has not given any instructions regarding this abnormal situation."

Verama Landas pondered for a moment and then quickly continued to ask: "But the problem is that this army is currently closest to the Silver Moon Alliance, what should we do next?

Especially Aylward City, which is just across the Raven River, is almost scared to death now.

With their defensive strength, they can resist for up to half an hour, and then they will be completely defeated.

The dwarves are also currently facing threats from the Underdark, and there is no way to send reinforcements."

"Hmm - I have to think about it."

Just when Alustriel was hesitating, a commotion suddenly broke out in the monster camp below.

I saw hundreds of guys carrying heavy objects like iron barrels rushing out of the woods, spreading out at lightning speed and swarming towards the most densely populated area of ​​the camp with enemies.

They did not wear armor, but only carried a shield and a short weapon in their hands.

When an orc or hobgoblin encounters an obstacle, he rushes forward and kills it cleanly, and then continues charging without any intention of stopping.

If they are intercepted by winter wolves and frost giants, these madmen will immediately light something like a fuse, and then laugh maniacally as if they will die with the enemy.

After about a few seconds, the huge jar carried behind him will explode with a bang, blowing all flesh-and-blood creatures within twenty or thirty meters around to pieces.

Not only that!

After the explosion, thick smoke of strange colors will be emitted and dispersed in the wind.

Anyone who inhales the smoke will immediately begin to cough violently, shed tears, then have difficulty breathing, black blood will flow from the eyes, mouth and nose, and eventually die of suffocation with a purple face.

You don't need to ask to know that all the smoke contains deadly poison.

The rest of the people ran to the designated location and lit fuses one after another to turn into human bombs. There was no trace of fear in their eyes or expressions, but instead they were filled with inexplicable excitement.

When all the iron barrels exploded, almost half of the camp was enveloped in them.

Unless you can completely hold your breath for a long time, there is only one result, and that is to be poisoned to death.

As for dispelling the poisonous smoke through wind creation...

Stop wishful thinking!

Because there is poisonous smoke all around, even if there is wind, it will just blow away the smoke in front of you and let the smoke from other places blow in, which is meaningless.

Moreover, casting a spell requires chanting a spell and inhaling air.

As long as the physical attributes are slightly poor, the spell-casting concentration will be interrupted due to damage to the respiratory tract and lungs before the spell is finished.

"Oh my God! They were laughing before they died!"

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "The madness of these guys reminds me of Cyric's followers!"

Even though Golden Dragon Queen Verama Landas and Alustriel were well-informed, their jaws were almost dropped by this shocking scene.

After all, that would mean taking the initiative to die!

When the iron barrel explodes, even the body will be torn into pieces instantly.

They couldn't imagine what kind of beliefs would make the other party do such completely unreasonable behavior.

Of course, the effect is also significant.

Just one suicide bombing attack killed more than half of the people in this huge camp.

Everywhere he looked, there were corpses foaming at the mouth, with bloodshot eyes and purple faces.

Just as Villamarandez and Alustriel were shaken by this suicide attack, more people carrying huge iron buckets emerged from the woods.

They all wore gas masks and held what looked like spray devices in their hands. There was a pipe connected to the iron barrel at the back, and they sprayed clouds of poisonous clouds at the shocked monsters who had just escaped.

These guys were obviously well-trained. A dozen or so people formed a small encirclement net, constantly forcing the enemy to retreat and walk into the poisonous cloud. It only took less than 30,000 people to complete the encirclement of the entire camp.

At this point, Alustriel finally realized that these guys with unclear faces had made it clear that they planned to annihilate the army of more than 400,000 monsters in the camp.

There was no shouting of death during the whole process!

There are no hoarse roars and fierce battles!

Even communication with each other is completely non-existent!

Some are just the nozzle that keeps making hissing noises in his hand, and the eerie silence and silence!

die!

die!

die!

They are like the messengers of death, no grass grows wherever they pass.

Note that this is not an adjective, but an apt description.

Wherever the poisonous cloud reaches, whether it is trees, grass, or other plants, they will wither and die at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As for animals, even rats and rabbits hiding in caves could not escape.

Many birds standing on the treetops only inhaled a little and immediately fell to the ground with a plop.

These madmen killed not only the monster army, but also the surrounding forest and the land beneath their feet.

A small number of orcs who drank antidote potions or were immune to poison damage through magic, the frost giants rushed forward to fight their way out, but they immediately encountered a handful of people carrying red barrels.

What is sprayed from the latter's nozzle is not just poisonous gas, but a strong acid liquid that can cause terrifying corrosiveness.

In a short time, the huge frost giant will turn into a skeleton with a little flesh and blood remaining.

The horrifying scene is enough to give many people nightmares for a lifetime.

The most important thing is that these people have a clear division of labor, and their cooperation cannot be described as tacit understanding. It is completely like hands and feet connected together and controlled by the brain.

Through the gas mask, you can vaguely see the indifference in his eyes.

It seems that whether they kill the enemy or be killed by the enemy, it is no big deal to them.

Valamalandis wasn't even sure whether these humans were more like monsters than the orcs, goblins, gnolls, frost giants and winter wolves they killed.

There is no doubt that these madmen who carry gas masks and are good at using chemical weapons are players from the Warhammer universe.

The most identifiable difference between them and ordinary players is their scale and organizational capabilities.

The average player team can reach four to five thousand people at best, which is already close to the limit.

If there are more, management problems will arise and internal conflicts will arise, which will eventually lead to some people leaving to form a new team.

However, since all players in the Warhammer universe have military experience and are fanatics who cannot live without war, they can easily form a team of tens of thousands of people.

What's even more interesting is that they also implement militarized management, giving their teams numbers, making flags and logos, and calling each other by military rank.

"Report! Colonel! We have completed the encirclement and suppression of the enemies gathered in this area! Please give instructions on what to do next!"

A captain wearing an officer's badge stood at attention and performed a standard imperial military salute.

"As before, clean the battlefield and bring everything useful.

This glorious victory earned us unimaginable prestige and honor.

Next, we will continue to work hard to kill more monsters.

Remember, our responsibility and mission is to kill, kill by any means necessary.

This attack has almost exhausted all the poison gas reserves, and it is time to switch to a new tactic."

The guy called Colonel raised his foot and stepped on an orc corpse, grinning with a cruel and bloodthirsty smile.

Since the poisonous gas had begun to drift to other places with the wind, she took off her gas mask to reveal a very beautiful female face.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, I'm afraid no one would believe that the culprit who caused such a horrific massacre was actually a beautiful woman.

In fact, the reason why she became a felon and was sent to Zuo Si was because when she was working for the Human Empire, she ordered the release of chemical weapons, including poison gas, on a certain planet.

Killed all the 13 billion people in the lower levels of the hive city, including genestealers and civilians.

This kind of casual waste of the emperor's money was of course investigated by the Tribunal afterwards and was eventually sentenced to death.

"clear!

Through this killing, the average professional level of our soldiers has been greatly improved.

A decisive battle can be launched even without poison gas.

After all, now we can be resurrected no matter how many times we die.
To be continued...