The orc grenadiers used more than a dozen flamethrowers to burn fiercely around the collapsed pit.
Seeing how much fun they were having, the magicians nearby also threw fireballs into the pit. In order to enhance the effect, some people summoned several gusts of wind.
As the saying goes, fire borrows the power of wind, and wind assists fire.
Immediately, the flame leaped into the sky with a "boom" and went straight into the sky.
Seeing this, the half-orc fire-breathing soldiers immediately went crazy. They all howled and screamed wildly, as if they were competing with the magicians, and breathed fire with all their strength.
When they used up all the fuel, the bottom of the pit had turned into a huge brazier, with orange flames rising dozens of meters high, rolling and jumping, which was very spectacular.
The scorching heat forced the Orc grenadiers to retreat. Although the large rock pit with a depth of 20 meters blocked most of the heat waves, the surrounding soldiers could still feel the scorching breath, as if they were standing in the crater of a volcano.
The fierce fire evaporated all the moisture in the air, and the dry air made people very uncomfortable. Inhaling it made the mouth and nose dry and painful, not to mention that it was mixed with the smell of burnt meat.
The soldiers of the Skeleton Division were all grinning. Judging from their appearance, they would probably not be interested in eating barbecue again for a long time.
The raging fire burned for more than an hour before gradually weakening.
From time to time there was a crackling sound in the fire, which was the sound of stones exploding after being grilled at high temperatures.
After the fire subsided, the soldiers of the Skeleton Division waited for a long time before slowly moving forward to clean the battlefield.
I saw charred monster corpses everywhere on the ground. They were burned and curled up into a ball. From a distance, they looked like black stones.
The soldiers attached bayonets to their rifles and carefully checked each one to see if there were any living monsters.
Their inspection method is also very simple. They stab it with a bayonet. If the monster doesn't move, it's dead, and if it moves, it's alive. Then they stab it a few more times or shoot randomly until the monster doesn't move anymore.
The officers prefer to use the large-caliber Python revolver in their hands to shoot the monsters in the head cleanly.
Machine Gunner Kil led everyone back to the edge of the pit. They saw that the stones had been brittle by the fire and cracked.
He carefully kicked the stone beside the pit, and then he was surprised to find that the stone was broken into pieces with just one kick.
Keir stood at the edge of the pit, stretched his neck as far as he could, and looked into the pit.
I saw that the bottom of the pit had turned into a black mass. It was impossible to tell what was a stone or what was a monster's body. They were all turned into ashes.
A huge hole was exposed in the black pile of ashes, and it seemed that monsters emerged from there.
The Orc Grenadier who had just performed the fire-breathing mission was also excitedly crowding to the edge of the pit. He lowered his head to admire his glorious victory.
They also carried flamethrowers on their backs and were reluctant to take them off. They turned over and touched them like treasures, while giggling "hehehe" while touching them.
As soon as the soldiers of the Skeleton Division saw the flamethrower, they immediately let out a "crash" and ran away.
They don't know if this thing is safe. It would be great fun if it misfired like a rifle.
After retreating to a safe area, the soldiers curiously observed the flamethrower carried by the orcs, with expressions of awe on their faces.
This weapon is really terrifying~!
Although its range is not as far as that of a machine gun, just thinking about the feeling of being burned to death by the spitting flames will make people shudder.
If you are hit by a gun, you will only get a hole in your body. If you are lucky, you will die on the spot. If you are unlucky, you will almost die after moaning for a few minutes.
If they are favored by the God of Light, they may be able to save a life, but such lucky guys are similar to kind-hearted priests, and their number is very rare.
Once burned by the flamethrower, it is certain that you will not die at that time. You will have to endure the severe pain of the whole body being on fire and struggle for a long time. You will probably be able to finally escape until you are seven-year-old.
That must be a long and painful process.
Compared with it, shooting someone directly can be regarded as an act of mercy.
The leader of the Orc Grenadier was very satisfied with his victory. He held the barrel of the flamethrower in front of his chest with both hands, smiling happily, even more than when he hugged his fat wife on their wedding day.
happy.
In fact, if the muzzle of the flamethrower hadn't lit a ball of fire, he would have gone up and kissed her hard.
Lord Lorraine glanced at the bottom of the pit and lost interest. There was a pile of burnt residue and nothing could be seen.
He turned around and looked at the grenadier commander beside him who was so happy that he couldn't find the North. He shook his head: It's good to be a fool~! I can be happy every day.
He paused, then asked, "Does the flamethrower work?"
"It's easy to use, it's so easy to use~!" The commander of the Grenadier Corps said with a wide grin: "Every member of our group should be given one."
Although they look silly when they smile, don't think of the vulgar orcs as fools. These brats are full of the unique cunning of farmers. They are almost as good as goblins. They want to throw bombs at any good thing they see.
Draw in the regiment.
Lord Lorraine sneered and asked, "What's the point of using it?"
The commander of the Grenadier Corps stroked his furry head and thought for a while, then affirmatively said: "It's cool, it's so cool, the flamethrower is so cool to burn~!"
It’s just that there’s too little oil, and it’s gone before it’s fully burned.”
Lorraine smiled slightly and said: "I see you have great experience in using it. Go and write a usage report for the Alchemy Research Institute. Please be more detailed."
"Ah?" The commander of the grenadiers was dumbfounded.
As half-orcs, their cultural level has always been very low, and what they usually fear most is literary work. There is absolutely no problem in letting them fight or something like that. But as soon as they mention studying, they all run away with their heads crossed.
But as a group leader, his IQ is also very high.
He rolled his eyes and had an idea in his mind.
Lord Lorraine saw through his evil idea at a glance. He added: "No one else is allowed to write for you. And you have to write ten thousand words."
The grenadier commanders huddled together with faces so painful that writing a 10,000-word report was more difficult for them than fighting a lich with their fists.
After a new weapon is equipped to the troops, there will be a long period of testing and improvement process. Every time it is used, frontline soldiers need to write detailed opinions and point out the advantages and disadvantages of the weapon. Only then can the Alchemy Research Institute in the rear follow the feedback from the frontline.
Improvement.
If the frontline soldiers are not satisfied, the weapons will not be equipped. This is already an ironclad rule within the Flying Eagle Group.
Lord Lorraine laughed heartily, and thought to himself: Let you bastards waste it, you don't know the price of oil is very expensive now.
Vera didn't like the smell of the burnt monster at all. This disgusting smell greatly affected her appetite.
It was undoubtedly a huge torture for Vera to have her pockets full of delicious beef jerky and muffins but not be able to eat them.
Vera simply stayed away from the scene, covering her mouth with one hand to block the disgusting smell, and slowly flipped through "Fabre's Chronicles of Monsters" with the other hand, looking for a description of this monster.
The characteristics of the monsters were very obvious, and Vera quickly found their records in Fabre's Diary of Demonic Insects.
The person who wrote this book, er... a dragon, likes to travel and explore. The book he wrote can be called an encyclopedia of demonic insects.
There was a detailed catalog based on species. Vera found what she wanted after flipping through a few pages in the insect category.
When Lorraine came over, Vera pushed the book in front of Lorraine, raised her head proudly, and asked Lorraine for credit.
Lord Lorraine curled his lips helplessly, flicked Vera's smooth forehead, and said angrily: "If I could understand the dragon language, I would still need you."
Vera stuck out her tongue playfully and said with a smile: "Oh, I forgot."
"I'll go back and take care of you in the evening." Lord Lorraine smiled at Vera and said, "What is this kind of thing called?"
Vera blushed, made a face at Lorraine, pointed at the book, and said slowly: "Death knell beetles generally live underground, live in groups, and are omnivores. They are aggressive to creatures that enter their territory and reproduce quickly.
Danger.
The main branch is in the gray wilderness..."
"Wait..." Lorraine interrupted Vera and asked: "Where is the Gray Wilderness?"
Vera tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said: "The lower plane, just think of it as the demon world."
I'm going to do it~!
Lord Lorraine thought for a moment and said with a solemn expression: "So, this is also a demonic creature?"
He turned his head and looked at the endless wasteland: first there were cave crawlers, and now there were death knell beetles, and he didn't know if there would be other weird and dangerous things in the future.
It seems that we must find the undead's lair as soon as possible. If we delay any longer, we don't know how many weird alien creatures the undead high priest and the lich will conjure up.
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After eliminating the death knell beetles that appeared, Lord Lorraine conducted a brief investigation, and then left with the orc grenadiers and mages and returned to the swordfish camp.
Part of the Skeleton Division stayed behind to guard the pit.
There is a big hole at the bottom of the pit. I wonder if there will be monsters coming out of it.
The soldiers of the Skeleton Division set up machine guns beside the pit and guarded it in shifts day and night.
Before leaving, Lord Lorraine promised them that someone would soon deal with this problem.
After entering the night, the wind in the wilderness became even colder, and the temperature dropped to more than ten degrees below zero. The soldiers on duty, the soldiers of the Skeleton Division, were wrapped in thick blankets, covering themselves with only a pair of eyes, huddled next to the machine gun, watching
to the black hole below.
Although the winter clothes they wore were enough to withstand the severe cold, and they ate specially supplied high-calorie food, they were still so cold that they could barely feel their hands and feet.
In this case, people inevitably become a little slow.
The deputy shooter who was guarding the machine gun kept smoking and threw cigarette butts at his feet. However, he still couldn't stop feeling sleepy and could only hold on with his eyes open.
The deputy shooter couldn't help but doze off. Just as he was rubbing his eyes, a black shadow seemed to flash before his eyes. He was startled, jumped up and looked down, while at the same time pushing the machine gunner beside him.
After a whole day of commotion during the day, the machine gunner was still in a daze. He was suddenly woken up by his comrades. He thought the bugs were coming out again, so he grabbed the machine gun, yanked the bolt, and shouted: "Where is the monster?"
The sound of pulling the bolt and the machine gunner also alerted others. The soldiers' first reaction was to jump up, pick up the guy and rush towards the entrance of the pit.
But there was no movement at all at the bottom of the pit. It seemed like this was a damn false alarm~!
This made everyone furious: It was usually cold, and I managed to warm up the bed, but in the end I had to get up. Who can bear this?
However, when he immediately saw the machine gunner being yelled at and scolded by the company commander, he couldn't help but sympathize with that bitch.
Maris, Morehouse Solas was hiding in the shadows of the cave and glanced upward. Seeing that the Skeleton Division soldiers above were not aware of it, he turned around and glared at the young man next to him.
He snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves and walked quickly into the cave.
The angry young man next to him smiled coquettishly and said, "Accident, this is just an accident. Maris, listen to me, this is really an accident."
Maris said without looking back: "Flory, Gonsalves, please be careful, if you make any mistakes again, I will send you back to Dragon Island."
Flory made a face at Maris from behind, and the scholar Maris muttered silently.
Maris in front said impatiently: "Are you coming? This is the nest of the Death Knell Beetle. It's like a maze. Be careful to get lost."
"Coming, coming." Flory called and hurried to follow.
It was pitch dark in the cave, but this did not affect the two people's actions. The further inside, the heavier the humidity became, and the surrounding caves showed obvious signs of excavation, which could be seen to have been dug out recently.
Flory couldn't help but exclaimed: "These little bugs are really powerful."
Maris snorted coldly and said, "You won't think so when you see them."
Flory pulled out a long sword from nowhere, waved it twice, and said, "What are you afraid of? Are you worried about being eaten by them?"
Maris simply shut up and ignored him, but Flory was a chatterbox and kept pulling him to talk along the way.
The two of them were moving very fast, and they had advanced for several miles. Maris suddenly raised his hand and said, "Stop~!"
Flory was stunned for a moment and said, "What's wrong?"
"Here they come."
There was a rustling sound coming from the cave, and many animals were running towards them along the cave.
Maris suddenly accelerated and rushed forward, and Flory hurriedly followed.
A few seconds later, Flory saw the legendary death knell beetles. They were crowded with the cave, the ground, the stone walls, and the cave ceiling. They were all covered with their black bodies. There were probably no less than a few thousand of them.
Flory exclaimed, "Why so many?"
I'm afraid I can't even kill him.
Maris raised his hands, and a piece of ice crystal suddenly appeared, sweeping forward across the entire cave.
Wherever the ice crystal passed, the death knell beetles were instantly frozen, covered in a thick layer of ice skin, and turned into ice sculptures.
Maris walked straight through the group of ice sculptures and said, "There are more ahead."
He rushed into the cave quickly, turned a corner and disappeared.
Flory shrugged from behind and whispered: "A germaphobe."
Along the way there were corpses of death knell beetles frozen by Maris, and Flory followed the traces leisurely.
But at a fork in the road, the traces of ice disappeared. Flory scratched his head. He called a few times, but did not hear Maris' response. In desperation, he chose a cave and walked in.
After walking forward for who knows how far, his eyes suddenly opened up, revealing a huge cave.
In the center of the cave, there is a pyramid-like stone mountain, which is full of holes, with countless death knell beetles burrowing in and out of it.
Flory screamed, then laughed out loud, and said to himself: "Maris, you stinky guy, why didn't I find their lair first?"
At this moment, countless death knell beetles swarmed over him.
Flory put his finger on the blade, and the sword suddenly lit up with flames. Then he grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands and swung it forward with all his strength. A huge fire dragon rose from the blade, sweeping across the entire cave like a storm.
The temperature of this flame is even higher than that of a flamethrower. The death knell beetle wrapped in the flame vaporizes directly, leaving no powder behind. The monster nest dozens of meters high in the center burns fiercely, like a huge torch.
Illuminating the huge cave.
Flory held a sword flower, put the long sword back into the sheath, stretched, and said: "It's really easy to earn this salary after doing the craftsmanship. That guy Maris doesn't know where to drill yet, do you want to wait?
he."
Under the reflection of the flames, Flory's shadow stretched long. He did not notice that behind his slightly swaying shadow, another black figure, lying on all fours like an animal, slowly approached him without making any sound.
movement.
The black figure's forelimbs revealed claws as sharp as blades.
Only a few meters away, the narrow and pointed face of the black figure showed a strange expression, as if he was smiling. His mouth was actually three-petaled like an insect, slightly open, revealing sharp thorns.
This distance was enough for him, and he was sure to cut off the head of the person in front before he could react.
He was ready to attack, then jumped up and slashed at the opponent's neck with his forelimbs.
A ray of light blue cold light passed through the space in the cave and accurately hit the black figure, instantly turning him into a huge ice cube.
Flory in front heard the noise, turned around and saw a figure wrapped in ice coming towards him. He exclaimed, threw himself to the side in a panic, and barely managed to escape.
The ice cube hit the ground, making a sound like breaking glass, breaking into pieces. The weirdo wrapped inside also turned into pieces like the ice cube.
Maris's hands were still cold, and he walked over with a sullen face and said: "What were you listening to during class? You didn't know that there is an insect lord in the death knell beetle's lair, which is a high-level monster."
Flory touched his neck. He wanted to laugh but couldn't. He was almost attacked by a monster just now. If this was reported back, he would be laughed at by everyone for the rest of his life.
"Also, I've been here a long time ago, just looking for this guy." Maris didn't even save the last bit of face for his companions, and said: "You can go back and pay the errand."
"Jie Jie..." At this moment, a dry and hoarse laughter suddenly sounded in the cave. The laughter came from all directions, and the position of dealing with it was erratic.
Marius and Flory stood back to back, watching their surroundings warily.
"Two interesting little guys are here, and they also know the Insect Lord. That's good, but since you're here, don't leave."
Black smoke swept across the entire cave, engulfing the two figures. (To be continued...)
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