When Diego, Gelt and Yeskovich ran out of the tunnel panting, the wanderer Aliria and the predator Celta were already surrounded by a large number of ratmen in the hall.
Also besieging the two men were several furious rat trolls and a huge wolf-rat that looked like a mad dog.
A deep gash was ripped open in the wood elf's leather armor, and the wound was stained red with blood. Zelta was covered in scars. There were scars left by swords and daggers all over her arms and thighs. So many injuries, but there were still
Being able to endure it made Galt wonder whether the predator was still a normal human being.
The off-site support started with a gunshot from the witch hunter. Silver bullets were fired from the revolver, completely piercing the skull of a rat troll.
Immediately afterwards, the witch hunter put away his empty pistol, drew his silver sword, and charged into the rats.
High Priest Yeskovich waved his wooden staff and joined in the melee like a barbarian. At this moment, Galt felt more clearly that a mage who couldn't fight in close combat was not a qualified mage at all.
When the mana is exhausted, melee combat is also so important.
With enthusiasm, Galt followed the others and rushed forward with his sword drawn.
Thanks to the exquisite Ysrama silver armor, the golden wizard Galt temporarily became the second shield in the team. When the Iron Breaker went to block the door of the cave alone, Galt, who was wearing heavy armor,
He became the sturdiest and most durable one in the team...
The swords and daggers of ordinary ratmen cannot pierce the silver armor of Israma, and cannot even penetrate the gaps in the armor.
Galt was running around among the rats, and became the best target to attract hatred. The rat people who could not catch the wood elf poured all their anger on this clumsy human mage.
However, this played into the team members' hands.
Selta rushed out of the rat swarm and first killed a bloody rat troll standing in front of him. Then he swung his battle ax and chopped off the head of a rat man. The ax whirled and slashed backwards and then again.
Pour the other one.
The third rat man rushed forward, was hit by the ax thrown by the predator, and fell from the air.
Stepping on the bloody rat-man, Celta pulled out his battle ax without expression and smashed the next one.
Gradually, the number of ratmen in the lair became less and less, and no new ratmen joined. Everyone's sight gradually became clearer, and the injured ratman lord in the corner of the lair gradually became clearer.
A slightly proud smile appeared on Alyria's lips, she knew that the target was right in front of her.
The rat lord was alone and injured. The arrow shot out of the darkness just now was laced with deadly poison. Most people would never survive an arrow for three minutes, but this rat lord managed to carry it for half an hour.
.Half of its body was wrapped in thick bandages, but blood continued to seep out from the site of the arrow.
"For Kunos! Die, monster!"
Alyria shouted loudly, and she drew her bow and arrow again, aiming at the Rat Man Lord who was gasping for breath in the corner. However, at the critical moment, she caught sight of a rapidly running black figure out of the corner of her eye.
The speed of the shadow was so fast that Aliria, who had been hunting alone in the black forest all year round, felt a fatal threat.
She had to turn her arrow around to deal with this sudden sneak attack.
However, the speed of the black shadow was so fast that even the Lost Traveler, who had hundreds of years of hunting skills, could not react. Before the arrow could even be shot, the roaring shadow threw Aliria to the ground.
The roar of the beast echoed in the dark lair.
Relying entirely on instinct, Aliria put her long bow against her chest and made a defensive move.
It was this subconscious self-protection action that saved her life.
The black shadow roared and threw down the wood elf, opening its bloody mouth, but was blocked by the hard elf long bow.
Only then did Aliria see clearly that it was a terrifying wolf rat of unusually large size. At the same time, it possessed speed and strength unmatched by other similar creatures.
The power is so great that even the hard Moon Shadow Longbow cannot withstand the attack of this beast.
Aliria, who was originally nimble and agile, was pinned down by the violent wolf rat and tried her best to defend. However, the wolf rat's attack was like a violent storm, biting the wood elf in front of her crazily.
Aliria kicked the wolf rat in the abdomen with her legs that were still movable, but the bloodthirsty monster completely ignored the attack without a sharp weapon. It roared and bit Aliria's right hand tightly.
The metal bracers protect the wood elves from broken bones.
The blood stimulated the animalistic nature of the beast. As soon as the furious wolf rat let go of the wood elf's wrist, it opened its bloody mouth again and bit into the wood elf's delicate face.
However, at this critical moment, a silver chain flew from behind the terrifying wolf rat and clasped directly on the shoulder of the violent wolf rat.
The fangs of the violent wolf rat were only a finger's distance away from Aliria's face, but they couldn't bite him alive. The witch hunter Diego held the monster firmly behind him.
In order to prevent him from losing his grip, he wrapped the chain around his wrist twice, tilted his feet slightly, and used his whole body weight and the strength of his arms to clamp down on the monster.
The angry wolf rat was unable to kill the wood elf that was so close, and instead ran madly towards the witch hunter who attacked it.
The heavy chains dragged on the ground, making a long series of clanging sounds as metal collided.
The witch hunter subconsciously put his hand to his waist and prepared to draw his gun, but suddenly remembered that he had no bullets.
Fortunately, the buff potion he drank just before the battle worked, making Diego's eyes clear and bright. He could even see every movement of the wolf rat running. This fast-running monster was like a wolf in the eyes of the witch hunter.
A common beast shown in slow motion.
However, the witch hunter himself is not that fast. At most, he has time to react in advance.
Just when the witch hunter was about to fight to the death, a wild roar came from behind. The bloody predator Zelta raised his battle ax high and leaped high, like an equally crazy beast, charging towards the wolf.
Cut in the direction the rat is coming from.
The two beasts collided in the air, making wild roars and roars.
However, Celta, who was injured in many places and continued to fight, was no match for the beast after all. The wolf rat bit its arm and tore the flesh. The predator roared in pain and raised his fist to hit the wolf rat in the face.
However, the bloodthirsty wolf-rat heartbreaker ignored this attack with fists and kicks. It bit Celta's arm and threw it to the ground...
But once again, the witch hunter tightened the chain and tightly controlled the monster.
He temporarily drank a bottle of strength potion, which greatly enhanced his physical strength in a short period of time. The side effects of the potion made the witch hunter scream in pain, and his veins popped out. His eyes glowed with bloodthirsty red light, and he held the chain.
His hands turned purple and black, but his strength increased to several times that of a mortal. Although, this could only last for a short while.
The wolf rat was controlled again and roared unwillingly. This time, it had to kill the witch hunter first no matter what. Among them, he was the weakest, but the most annoying.
Unwilling to be controlled, the wolf rat turned and pounced on the witch hunter not far away, but this time, the witch hunter's power was much stronger. He held the chain with both hands and waved it vigorously. The wolf was restrained by the power of the chain.
The mouse slowed down, and blood oozed from half of its body.
However, it cannot feel any pain in its violent state. It only knows that it has to protect its master. The master of the pack, Squire, is in danger, and he must protect him.
With the sound of breaking silver chains, the wolf rat broke free from the shackles that had been tied to it.
With anger and bloodthirsty, he rushed towards the witch hunter.
Diego held the long sword and faced the attack head-on. He had no room to retreat, either in time or space.
On the other side, the golden mage Galt had a painful look on his face. He was tortured to pieces by this rat lord who didn't look very tall.
Even though he was injured, this stubborn rat-man lord still waved the long whip in his hand and beat all the enemies in front of him.
Galt's legs and legs were tied up with its long whip, and he was thrown into the sky and then to the ground like garbage. One second, the mage was thrown out like a ball, and the next second, he was tied up with the long whip and dragged back again.
He fell hard to the ground.
A burst of blood dust rose from the ground, and Galt, who was lying on his back, felt dizzy and had stars in his eyes.
Thanks to the Yselama silver armor that he had spent his life savings on, and his metal magic, which turned him into a steel frame in a short time, he was able to avoid being smashed...
But maybe some parts of the body have been broken... But, at present, Galt can't care so much. It's lucky to be able to survive under this perverted rat lord.
He wanted to call for help from the wood elves and marauders, but just as he was about to shout, his neck was strangled tightly by the whip.
Galt could hear the muffled sound of metal being squeezed, and the hard Yselama silver armor actually deformed under the attack of this perverted rat lord.
"Damn it! Someone come and save me!"
Galt cursed in his mind.
But it seemed that no one on the field could save him, so he was thrown in front of the Skaven Lord and faced with a one-on-one duel with the most powerful Skaven individual on the field.
It's said to be a one-on-one fight, but it's actually a one-sided killing.
If it weren't for his expensive elf armor and the metal spells he kept squeezing out, Galt believed that he would never be able to survive now.
Fortunately, he finally got help from his teammates.
High Priest Yeskovich finally eliminated the last rat-man on the field, raised his wooden staff, and ran towards the panting rat-man lord.
Once again, a spear as tall as a person appeared out of thin air in the hands of the high priest. He strode forward and passed the place where Geert fell to the ground. The spears in his hands came out and flew straight towards the weak ratman lord Shi.