Chapter 122 Lord-level Warcraft
Werewolves are hunters in the dark night. This naturally extraordinary sub-human race has a super-strong talent for [darkness perception].
This makes their perception at night extremely strong.
After hearing what Basel said, Ryan didn't dare to be careless and woke up Karl and Tust.
Then, to be on the safe side, he scattered the feces of high-level monsters that he had purchased at a high price around the tent, and also placed some insect repellents.
This is a necessary measure to prevent the "beast tide".
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Bazel was a little disapproving of Ryan's cautiousness.
"You don't have to worry too much. The mechanical city is the best way to resist the monsters. With these three 'Ghoul' mechanical cities, even if a few fifth-level monsters come, they may not be able to gain any benefits. Besides, I am here."
He was very confident that even if an accident occurred, he would be able to keep Ryan safe.
"Well, it's better to be prepared."
Ryan was not worried about himself, because Bazel would definitely do his best to protect him.
But this legend is a bodyguard, not a nanny, and Ryan has no right to ask him to protect others.
He was afraid that something might happen to little Carl and grandson Tuster.
In case a tide of beasts attacks, it is better to be prepared.
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The Tusts did not notice Basel's presence.
Seeing how carefully Ryan arranged things, they realized the seriousness of the matter.
Tust asked, "Will the beast tide tonight be serious?"
Ryan nodded: "Yes. There will definitely be high-level monsters coming. The mechanical city may not be a problem by then, but the ground camp is hard to say..."
After all, the ground camp was only protected by a steel wall, and no one could guarantee that it could stop the beast tide.
He thought about it and said, "Grandpa Tuster, if a real fight breaks out, I'll probably be called up to the city wall to help with first aid. You guys better be careful then, beware of flying monsters attacking your camp, and poisonous insects..."
Hearing this, Tust smiled and said, "Ryan, you can go without any worries. Although my old bones are dying, I am not so weak that even a few monsters can kill me."
When the old man said this, one could sense an inexplicable confidence in his words, and Ryan was stunned.
The monsters in the "Plague Swamp" are no joke. Even third- and fourth-level transcendents cannot guarantee that they can survive. Where does the old man get the confidence to speak like this?
If this was said by Basel in the air, he wouldn't be surprised at all, but this patient who relies on a robotic arm to walk...
Is the old man serious?
As if seeing Ryan's doubts, Tust's wise eyes sparkled and he smiled slightly and said, "A real mechanic is not a craftsman who can only hide in the factory and bang things. The power of machinery is not inferior to any extraordinary ability..."
“…”
Ryan still felt a little...suspicious after hearing this.
Mechanics are a group of people who are obsessed with "external research". Their bodies are as weak as those of mages. Their positioning is similar to that of doctors, and they are a more auxiliary and logistical profession.
They did create some powerful mechanical equipment, but weren't they all for serving other extraordinary professions?
For example, the melee sequence of mechanical skeletons, the musketeer sequence of various firearms and ammunition, the mechanical city...
Tust smiled and said nothing more.
At this time, Carl on the side also said seriously: "Brother Ryan, don't worry, I will take good care of grandpa!"
After a pause, he said with an expression that said, "I'll tell you a little secret," "I have a heavy-duty 'Raccoon Mechanical Combat Suit'. It's super awesome!"
“…”
Ryan no longer had any hope for Carl's aesthetic taste.
Judging from the name, it doesn't sound like something too cool.
Moreover, little Carl has not yet awakened his extraordinary power, so he probably doesn’t have a clear understanding of the word “awesome”.
But he just realized that little Carl was wearing a strange mechanical armor with many incomprehensible mechanical devices on it, including springs, bearings, gears, hydraulic transmission devices, and some strange vacant sockets.
Uh...it looks like this is a mechanical lining suit used to hang some external armor?
Ryan wanted to ask a few more questions.
But before they could communicate further, the attack alarm of the "Plague Base" sounded.
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Woo…woo…woo…
Flares were shot into the sky, lighting up the night sky like day.
On the radio, the war announcement also resounded throughout the base.
"Attention, wasteland hunters. A large-scale 'beast tide' has been detected around the base. All personnel are on level one combat readiness!"
"Repeat that again..."
“…”
In just three or five breaths, countless excited hunters emerged from the tents on the open space of the base.
Years of hunting in the wilderness have made them extremely alert. Upon hearing any movement, they quickly get ready for combat.
"Hahaha...those barbarians really were fooled. Looks like we'll have to do some hunting tonight!"
"I've heard from other bases that this kind of positional warfare is just a waste of money. I didn't expect that we would be so lucky once..."
"Let's go, brothers, grab your weapons and climb the wall!"
“…”
When a "beast tide" attacked the camp, the scavengers not only did not think it was a bad thing, but they were so excited that they rushed up to the city wall.
At this time, the "supervision team" wearing white wizard robes also appeared in the camp one after another.
These mages will check for "deserters" in the camp. If they are found to be non-logistics professionals and fail to climb the city wall within the specified time, they will be executed directly!
Ryan didn't dare to stay in the tent any longer. "Grandpa Tuster, Carl, be careful. I'm leaving first."
Tust: "Ryan boy, take care of yourself. Don't worry, my old bones can take care of myself."
Carl: "I will take good care of Grandpa too!"
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Ryan was the kind of person who just wanted to be there for the fun and was not in a hurry to make a contribution. He slowly climbed up the steel wall.
When we climbed up the city wall, the first wave of beasts had not yet approached, and the visibility outside the camp was only one or two thousand meters. No one could see how many monsters there were in the depths of the swamp.
"Open the door, open the door quickly!"
"Let us in quickly..."
But at this time, those scouts who were probably sent out for reconnaissance before were running back from a distance with pale faces in fear.
“Hahaha… Look how scared these guys are. I wonder how many monsters and barbarians there are in the fog.”
"I hope there are more of them, otherwise the firepower of the three mechanical cities will directly cover us, and we won't get any benefits."
“…”
Looking at their colleagues who were being chased and running away madly underground, the scavengers on the city wall laughed out loud.
Holding a rifle, smoking a cigarette, chatting and gossiping, he was quite leisurely.
At this time,
The scout outside the city wall also ran closer and shouted loudly.
"A tide of beasts! They are lord-level monsters!"
Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned.
Soon, everyone saw a huge monster over two hundred meters tall slowly approaching from the fog.
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At this time, Bazel also quietly appeared beside Ryan.
"Eh... a lord-level monster has arrived!"
The legend let out a light exclamation and smacked his lips. "It's still a very rare elemental monster! Tsk tsk, a lot of people in the camp are going to die tonight..."
Having said that, Basel's face showed little seriousness except for a hint of gloating.
Ryan saw that the big guys were so calm, so he had nothing to panic about, but he was also a little curious: "Lord level?"
This is only introduced in the "Warcraft Encyclopedia".
"Lord-level" Warcraft is above the beast king level.
A hunter walking in the wilderness may not see a live "lord-level" monster in his lifetime. Most of those who have seen one are dead.
The appearance of a monster of this level means that all the magical beasts within a radius of dozens of kilometers will probably be driven here.
The scale of this beast tide seems to be quite large.
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"The fog dissipates!"
“Flare!”
Two more orders were given, and the view suddenly became clear.
This allowed everyone on the wall to see the huge monster clearly.
This is a monster that looks like a muddy fountain or a mountain.
Ryan recognized this thing, his eyes lit up, and he blurted out: "Swamp Lord?"
"[Swamp Lord]: The ultimate evolution of the Mud Monster, a fifth-order lord-level creature with a lifespan of 300-2000 years. Rather than calling it a magical beast, it would be more accurate to call it an elemental monster, with almost 100% condensed magic cores. It lives in swamps with rich water and earth elements...
——"Warcraft Encyclopedia"
This thing is very troublesome for extraordinary people.
This monster was covered in wet mud. Although it was a physical entity, it was almost 100% immune to physical damage. Even if it was magical damage, it would not cause much substantial damage unless the 100-meter-thick mud layer outside its body was broken.
As long as the body touches the ground, it can absorb endless power of the earth element.
Almost "immortal"!
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It was also the first time that Ryan saw a lord-level monster. He asked curiously, "Senior Bazel, I saw an introduction to a lord-level monster in the Warcraft Encyclopedia. It said that their strength is roughly equivalent to the 'Ten Legendary Demon Hunters' among humans. In your prime, can you kill it?"
"Your statement is too one-sided..."
Bazel looked a little strange when he heard this, and shook his head, saying, "Even with extraordinary abilities, there is a saying that they can restrain each other. There is no absolute saying that a fifth-level player can definitely beat a fifth-level player. When encountering abilities that restrain each other, even if there is a big gap of one or two levels, it is possible to kill by leaps and bounds."
Ryan didn't quite understand.
Bazel pointed at the Swamp Lord in the distance and said, "Elemental creatures like this are best restrained by people like us who use physical attacks."
After a pause, he continued, "Similarly, it is basically impossible for me to kill this [Swamp Lord] alone, but it does not pose any threat to me at all. This thing usually hides in the swamp, moves slowly, and its attack methods are not strong. Although it is a 'Lord-level' monster, it poses limited threat to high-level extraordinary people. If it is replaced by some fourth-level or fifth-level magic extraordinary people, its attack methods will be more effective..."
"Oh, so that's how it is."
After hearing this, Ryan finally understood something.
Bazel smacked his lips and said, "Those barbarians are quite smart. With this monster blocking the way, the artillery of the Mechanical City has been destroyed by 70% to 80%. "
When Ryan heard this, he said, "Ah? Isn't that base very dangerous?"
The triangular layout of this "plague base" is very clever. No matter which direction the beast tide comes from, it will be covered by the firepower of at least two mechanical cities.
But one mud monster could probably block the firepower of an entire mechanical city.
This will cause a large area of blind area for artillery coverage...
Moreover, the wall they were standing on was only fifty meters high, while the [Swamp Lord] was more than two hundred meters high...
"It's not that bad."
Bazel shook his head and said, " You haven't seen the true essence of the 'Glorious City'. Apart from these mechanical cities, those mage groups are the truly terrifying war harvesters! It is not impossible to destroy them. However, the casualties will not be small..."
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But the scale of this beast tide was beyond imagination.
However, even so, there was not much chaos in the "plague base".
The horn of war sounded, and everyone was in his place and doing his job.
The first round of artillery fire had already been fired into the darkness, crackling and exploding with a brilliant burst of fire.
The artillery fire hit the Swamp Lord, causing a few innocuous mud bubbles to appear before it instantly returned to its original state. Physical attacks had almost no effect on this elemental monster.
It slowly approached the base under the fire of hundreds of artillery pieces, and behind it was a group of shadowy monsters whose number could not be determined...
"Fire spell, chant and get ready!"
"Kerosene spray gun, ready!"
"First-level magicians start chanting when monsters enter 1,000 meters, second-level magicians 700 meters, third-level 400..."
"Artillery fire delayed 10 seconds!"
“…”
The hunters of the "Glorious City" have already developed a set of skilled methods to deal with monsters. In the mechanical city, a group of hundreds of mages are preparing to chant magic spells.
They were also waiting, and once the monsters came closer, they would collectively cast fire spells.
Once the mud monster is burned dry, it can be smashed into pieces with just a few shots.
This is the power of a large team. Even a "Lord-level" Warcraft will never get any benefit!
…
But suddenly,
"wrong!"
Just as the Swamp Lord was approaching the base, Bazel seemed to sense something.
His expression suddenly became serious. Looking at the thick fog behind the mud monster, his pupils shrank suddenly: "There is another 'lord-level' monster!"
Ryan: “???”
After carefully sensing for a moment, Basel confirmed his judgment.
At this moment, the relaxed look on his face finally disappeared, and his brows slightly frowned: "Someone cast a spell to blind our perception... It looks like a high-level priest among the barbarians took action."
After a pause, the legend murmured, "The two 'lord-level' monsters will probably bring more than 100,000 monsters to attack the city. The scale of this 'beast tide' is probably far beyond imagination..."
Ryan was shocked: "Ah? Then... can the base stop it?"
"With a high-level priest taking action, it's obvious that they are well prepared. If it's just the monsters attacking the city, the defense of the three mechanical cities won't be a big problem, but the camps below will probably be in trouble..."
Bazel suddenly regained his expression of "It's none of my business" and said, "But, whether it can be stopped or not has nothing to do with us. At worst, I will take you and run away..."
When Ryan heard this, he was shocked.
There are tens of thousands of hunters in this ground camp. I'm afraid there will be corpses everywhere...
