Chapter 565: Battle of Death Valley!

Deep within the embrace of the mountains lay a rift valley like an abyss.

The miasma formed by rotting corpses, mixed with toxic underground smoke emerging from the fissures, formed a pale green mist between the jagged, chaotic rocks.

This was Death Valley.

Just as its name suggested, this was a wasteland abandoned by the living; only ratmen, possessing all five poisons, could live here.

Relying on this unique natural barrier, the ratmen shuttling through the mountains often gave the dwarves of the High Mountain Kingdom a hard time.

However, all of this was reversed today.

The Necropolis warriors, known as "Holy Spirits" and "Dragonborn," were rushing through the pale green toxic mist like a tide, launching a fierce attack on the hastily organized defense line of the ratmen!

"Brothers! Charge! Grab the first kill!"

"For the Horde! For Valoran—pfft, for the Demon King!"

"Don't block the way in front!"

"My fireball! Don't block my fireball!"

Accompanied by bursts of strange cries, the undead legion of the Necropolis, like a black mudslide, roared into the canyon.

Charging at the very front were a group of lizardmen and skeleton soldiers clad in heavy armor.

Although they were varied in form, some even missing arms or legs, that fearless, crazy drive was enough to chill the heart of any regular army!

Under the anticipation of countless players, the "Epic Battle" that the official operations team had been promoting for a long time was finally served on the table by the dog planners.

In those pairs of eyes glowing with green light, that terrifying Death Valley was simply like a Golden Land flowing with experience and contribution points!

In order to shed their status as cattle and horses as soon as possible and become noble High-Tier demons, almost every player had gone all out!

The pig-headed knight charged at the very front.

Seeing this sturdy "Dragonborn" warrior, holding a totem stone pillar he had picked up from somewhere, every savage swing was a bloodbath!

This guy had killed until his eyes were red, his dark green scales covered in the skin and flesh of ratmen, his tail constantly slapping the ground in excitement.

"Hahaha! Totally crazy!"

That could no longer be called a battle.

It was simply like tearing down a house!

The surrounding ratmen fled in all directions, all terrified by this guy's movements. A ratman priest tried to chant a spell, but his skull was smashed by an axe swinging toward him.

Watching the pig-headed brother running around everywhere, the minotaur warrior wielding a battle axe couldn't help but complain.

"Can you slow down, damn it? The back row can barely keep up!"

"Hahahaha! I flatly refuse!"

The pig-headed knight roared, his voice full of excitement, until a dagger cut open his ankle, causing him to let out an angry roar.

"Grass! The rat scum dares to sneak attack, watch your pig-headed grandpa stab you to death with a stick!"

The huge totem pillar swung back, but it hit empty air.

However, this strike didn't completely miss; the splashing gravel and massive shockwave still hit the ratman assassin's chest, causing the latter to vomit blood from his mouth and nose.

This guy didn't have transcendental power?!

The pig-headed knight, who had fallen to a mortal, was completely enraged. His front claws reached forward again, directly pinching and exploding the ratman's skull!

However, just at this moment, sharp stone bullets flew like raindrops, smashing the pig-headed knight until his head was covered in blood, forcing him to hold the totem pillar in front of him to block.

This guy had drawn too much aggro.

It wasn't just the slave rats wielding slings; even the ratman priests in the distance had set their sights on him, shaking their bone staves covered in bells to cast spells.

The insidious spells that struck the soul turned into streams of nether-colored light, covering him under the cover of flying stone bullets.

Trapped in the enemy formation, the pig-headed knight gradually couldn't hold on, finally feeling the pressure, and could only cast a pleading look behind him.

Buddy—

Save your daddy quickly!

Although the pig-headed brother was always acting recklessly, it was precisely because he had drawn enough aggro that the ratmen targeting him didn't realize the real threat was actually behind this silly guy.

Just as a group of clan rats holding long halberds surrounded this sturdy lizardman, a ghostly blue frost wreath suddenly exploded under the pig brother's feet, turning into a ripple that spread, instantly freezing those rats into ice cubes.

"Well done!"

The pig-headed knight let out an excited roar, his totem sweeping across the army, directly smashing those ratmen into fragments!

"You're welcome."

In the distance, 【Ye Zhiqiu】 replied calmly, while calmly waving his staff, the gold ring on his bone finger emitting an eerie glow.

No extra movements.

Every one of his spells was precisely timed to the enemy's attack rhythm, frost and flames intertwining in his hands, as if playing a movement of death.

Although his spellcasting wasn't as smooth as the Demon King's, this set of flowing spellcasting movements could be considered to have one-tenth of the Demon King's charm.

And on the other side, 【Hu Wan】, wearing a shadow cloak, had already silently merged into the pale green miasma.

Only when the ratmen fell clutching their spurting throats could the rats catch the reflection of those dark green daggers in the shadows that flashed behind them!

Watching the undead rat that had rushed into the ratman priest team and started a massacre, the ratman thousand-commander commanding the battle had his pupils contract violently.

Such fast movements!

The strength of a t0 player is terrifying!

And on the other side of the battlefield, the style seemed a bit strange. Only a few people were at the front line, and the rest of the players didn't seem to dare to approach here.

"Hehehe, taste my specially seasoned Sprite!"

Player "One Gulp of Chemical Pool" yelled strangely, smashing a bottle of alchemy potion bubbling with eerie bubbles into the ratman pile.

With a *bang*, a thick red mist spread, instantly swallowing the pale green mist around it.

At first, the ratmen didn't pay much attention; after all, rats were experts in poison, having long been immune to all five poisons.

However, they soon paid the price for their rashness.

The first ratmen to come into contact with the red mist began to scratch their skin frantically until they were torn and bleeding, letting out shrill screams.

And the surrounding ratmen were terrified, screaming in panic and fleeing backward, even if the thousand-commander behind them tried to stop them, it was no use.

Zhuo Deng: "I fuck, what is that thing?!"

One Gulp of Chemical Pool: "Cough, this is a gift from trading with the Hell Dwarves. They said it's rat poison, told me to take it to the front line to test it, and tell them the efficacy after measuring it. I don't know the specific ingredients."

Gou Shi: "…Good guy, it's lucky there are no friendly forces around, otherwise the points would all be deducted for tk."

Fortunately, the Hell Dwarves' technical strength was limited, and the red mist didn't last long before dissipating in the smoke of the battlefield.

At least it didn't involve their own people.

Charging at the very front were the t0 and t1 echelon players of the Necropolis, who showed extremely strong individual combat capabilities, easily tearing open cracks in the ratmen's defense line.

And behind those players was the mighty army of newbies, who had entered the game with the closed beta qualifications wholesaled by the expansion pack.

Some of them fought on their own, some teamed up in groups of three or five, but more joined large and small game guilds to hug thighs.

For example, one of the most prominent guilds was the first tycoon guild of Disaster OL, Long Xing Wan Li!

Unlike those teams charging forward while yelling, this disciplined team was a completely different style on a chaotic battlefield!

They were like a real army, obeying orders and acting like the wind.

The ratmen soon treated this neatly acting team as the elite of the three-race coalition. And precisely because of this, the members of Long Xing Wan Li passively became the backbone of this battle, bearing the output they shouldn't have borne.

However, this hit the G-spot of Long Xing Wan Li.

Wasn't this what he was pursuing?

Without the rain of arrows in the sky, how could he demonstrate the bravery of the "first fierce general" of the Gutav Kingdom?

"Brothers! Watch the formation! Don't get disconnected!"

Riding a cave spider, Long Xing Wan Li stood at the front of the formation, wielding a huge double-edged battle axe, his eyes full of high fighting spirit.

The scales on his body presented a deep dark green, which was the proof of a high-level lizardman—or rather, Dragonborn bloodline!

By the way, the cursed harpoon he snatched from the merman was finally replaced; now he was using equipment personally made by the Demon King.

"Qianli, raise the shield! Longxing Baili, cover me!"

Marching beside Long Xing Wan Li, the vice-president and secretary 【Long Xing Qianli】 was still in a steady manner.

Although she was only a skeleton, her movements were unusually agile, and the tower shield in her hand was held steadily, like a moving fortress.

The flying stones and poison arrows in the sky were all blocked by her enchanted tower shield, leaving enough space for the boss beside her to show off.

"Alright, brother!"

【Long Xing Longxing Baili】 pulled the longbow in his hand to the full, his bone fingers without a trace of trembling, and then a dark green arrow light flashed!

Every vibration of the bowstring was accompanied by a ratman hiding behind a rock screaming and falling to the ground. Sometimes it was a ratman crossbowman, sometimes a ratman priest.

Although they didn't have the perverted individual strength of the "t0 squad," they won in tacit cooperation, like a ruthless bulldozer, crushing the remaining ratman soldiers along the way.

Victory seemed within reach!

The ratman garrison stationed here had clearly had their mentality broken, starting to throw away their helmets and armor, fleeing toward the depths of the valley…

However, just at this moment, a change occurred!

The ground suddenly began to tremble.

That vibration was not the roar of thousands of horses galloping, but a series of teeth-aching grinding sounds, as if thousands of rats were gnawing at the earth.

The ratmen who were fleeing suddenly stopped, looking in horror at their rear, the darkness in the deepest part of the valley.

A black mist was blowing over.

The moment they saw the black mist, fear gradually appeared in their eyes. And that trembling deep into the bone marrow was actually a hundred times more intense than when they were fighting on the battlefield!

Unlike the shivering rats.

The pig-headed warrior, who stood firm with the totem pillar in his hand, showed an eager expression on his face, spitting a mouthful of saliva on the blood-stained totem pillar.

"The big one is coming!"

The magic staff in Ye Zhiqiu's hand flipped and held steady, the soul fire in the skull flickering with alert ghostly light, smelling a trace of unusual aura from the "wind of magic" rushing toward him.

Without hesitation, he immediately cast Eye of the Wind, putting it into his own skull flickering with ghostly green soul fire.

"Can you see what that thing is?" Hu Wan's figure stopped beside him, his eyes also looking toward the depths of the valley.

Ye Zhiqiu, focused on the front, said with a solemn tone.

"I can't see…"

Hu Wan looked at him unexpectedly.

"Can't see?"

Ye Zhiqiu nodded slowly.

"Hmm… some barrier has wrapped that thing, I can only vaguely perceive that a terrifying aura is approaching this side."

With his Gold-tier strength, he couldn't see through the thing behind the barrier, which already explained many problems…

And almost the moment his voice fell, a shrill scream suddenly tore through the hot air, descending on the heads of all the players. ===== CHAPTER 566 =====