Chapter 221

As the upper clan blessed by the Dragon God, the lizardmen naturally have the capital for arrogance.

"Rock Armor Battalion, fall out!"

As the basic composition of the Scale Armor Tribe, the vast majority of lizards actually have white scales, and higher-level beings will turn silvery white.

As a fantasy world, everyone's armor material and design naturally let their imaginations run wild, with no need to consider Newton's feelings.

Thus, when this group of lizardmen with silvery-white scales and blue-gray stone armor stepped out of the ranks, the players' first reaction was to take photos.

"This color scheme, absolutely awesome."

Seeing this, the Yellow General, arrogantly standing before the army, raised an eyebrow.

"Heh, are these monkeys already so frightened by my might that they're at a loss, even grabbing at the air in surprise?"

As a "prince," he inherited his father's elegant and tall stature, naturally bearing a hint of nobility.

……Unfortunately, he was simply too tall, so his brandishing of two short spears looked like a yellow flower mantis brandishing its claws and teeth.

However, this didn't stop him from sweeping his gaze across the humans before him with the tip of his right-hand spear, arrogantly looking down.

"A bunch of monkeys dare to contend with the dragonkind? Cowards, dare you come out and duel generals!"

"Holy crap, lizardmen can do general duels too?"

The players were all laughing at this surprising discovery, and to the Yellow General's eyes, it meant they had completely lost their nerve!

Thus he gave a contemptuous smile, lowered his spear tip, and aimed it at the nearest man, who also happened to be the best-dressed.

"You, it's you—dare you come out and fight me one-on-one?"

"Hey, why is the spear pointed at me?"

The spearman was a bit dazed, but since they'd issued a challenge to his face, he could only take up his spear and step out of the formation.

"May I ask, Big Yellow Brother, how exactly does this 'general' duel work?"

The Yellow General didn't grasp the implied meaning in the other's words, merely tossing out a casual remark.

"Pick any weapon, we'll fight to the death."

"Any weapon?"

"Yes."

"To the death?"

"Of course!"

After repeating the demand in response to the other's questioning, the Yellow General grew impatient and barked.

"Hey, are you going to fight or not? If you don't dare, get lost!"

"Fight! Of course I'll fight—today I'll give you a lesson!"

The spearman tried to keep a straight face, but when putting on his helmet he couldn't help breaking into a sunny smile.

After the harsh words were exchanged, both men re-equipped themselves neatly and returned to the front of the formation.

And looking at the spearman's black-headed spear, which was practical yet flashy, gleaming with a dim light.

Even Ah Huang, who had been spoiled since childhood, couldn't help feeling a twinge of jealousy.

……No, it doesn't matter, anyway it will soon belong to me!

He was arrogant to the extreme, yet not foolish; indeed, thanks to his father's teachings, he also possessed a leader's particular cunning and slyness.

Thus the two weapons in his hands were not ordinary short spears; part of the shaft is hollow, allowing a magic scroll to be inserted.

As long as he emits the corresponding magical signal, he can release the magic through a tiny hidden opening at the spearhead.

He planned to exchange a couple of moves with that human first, lowering the opponent's guard.

Then, taking advantage of the opening, he would unleash two fireburst spells to blow the man away on the spot!

In his careful deliberation, the Yellow General even envisioned the enemy's furious, surprised face after being ambushed.

But just as the two were about to close in and he was ready to act according to plan, he suddenly noticed that the human's long spear had vanished.

In its place were two equally black iron objects, resembling either short spears or clubs.

Then……

Bang!

Accompanied by two clear, crisp sounds, the massive shock to his chest came faster than the pungent smell of gunpowder!

"Watch closely, friend—this is your final lesson!"

Historically, flintlock rifles are usually loaded only when used; pre-loading can easily cause accidental discharge and other problems.

But players are different; they discovered that items placed in their backpacks remain permanently in the state they were left in.

So what if it's a flintlock rifle already fully loaded and ready to fire at any moment?

Given the spearman's strength and speed, accomplishing an instantaneous weapon swap and firing is extremely easy.

And when firing upon contact, accuracy is guaranteed to the greatest extent.

Therefore……

The spearman's weapon can be a long spear, and naturally it can also be a flintlock gun!

Sir, the times have changed!

The scattered steel pellets struck the Yellow General's body, and in his utterly astonished gaze, they blasted a huge hole through his extremely heavy rock armor.

To fight for his life, he was wearing a specially reinforced version.

The great Dragon God's blessing—how could it be so feeble as to not withstand a single blow?

And far up on the distant slope, Fei Ying shook his head, adding another entry to his log.

【Flintlock rifle combat effectiveness, firepower severely insufficient】

【Eliminated, preparing to initiate the percussion gun development plan】

But the next second, a piercing shriek tore through the quiet battlefield.

The Yellow General is injured!

Ah Huang is the successor personally cultivated by the Golden King, an existence blessed with favor.

If he dies here, whether we win or lose this battle, none of us will have a good outcome!

To protect their own heads, limbs, skins, and even their nine clans, the lizards of the Rock Armor War Team rushed over, trying to shield the Yellow General and pull him back.

But since they're busy rescuing, their formation can't be intact.

And this gives the players an opportunity to attack.

"Fire arrows! Fire arrows!"

As if to beat a dog in the water, all players with ranged weapons launched an attack; for a moment, bows, crossbows, and firearms intertwined like a net.

Although because the distance is too great, the power will ultimately be insufficient.

Yet in the baptism of this torrential rain, many Rock Armor Lizards still died violently.

Beneath the king's palanquin, the Orange General's eyes were nearly bursting.

As a master of strategy among the lizards, these are all elite forces he personally cultivated.

Who would have thought that before the battle even properly began, a whole bunch died over this nonsense, sacrificing elite troops for no meaningful purpose!

So he hurried out of the ranks and shouted urgently.

"Your Majesty, I request to go into battle. Please assign me to command the troops!"

No matter how biased, the Golden King can still distinguish priorities.

He not only quickly handed over command of this war to the Orange General, but also had the four generals other than the Red one obey his orders.

Taking a deep breath, the Orange General didn't dare delay, gave a deep bow, and quickly left.

And as a chief instructor-like figure, upon entering the battlefield he became everyone's mainstay and reassurance.

"Raise shields, everyone stand more closely!"

Under his command, the Rock Armor War Team, which had been scattered like loose sand, quickly regained its footing.

But the battle had already begun, and he had no intention of retreating and increasing casualties.

Instead, he looked around and made an extremely bold decision!

All that could be seen was him raising his personal sword, shouting hoarsely.

"Charge! All units, charge!"

—Since things have come to this, why not let the Rock Armor War Team, which has already crossed half the battlefield, act as the vanguard and lead the army in a crushing advance!

And the players didn't expect that volley after volley of arrow rain would fail to sap the lizards' spirit; instead, it drove them to surge forward in droves.

Although due to the terrain the enemy can't easily deploy even with greater numbers, this hail of white arrows is still terrifyingly fierce.

Fortunately, as the highest-level organized guild, at the center of the position is Spear Blade, which has held up from closed beta to today.

Moreover, after several days of development, their gear is no longer simple standard leather armor, but rather armor with a strong Tang dynasty style.

This is the work of a player named Oh Yezi, who gathered a few farming‑style enthusiasts to form a players' forging workshop.

As a special talent on the small‑boss list, under Weiermo's guidance he attempts to restore in the game the handcraft of his family‑heritage blacksmithing.

At first some wondered whether it would be strange for national armor, crossbow mechanisms, and Han‑style swords to appear in a fantasy world.

But once the Mysterious Armor Guard, equipped with Tang horizontal blades, beast‑faced shields, and strong crossbows on their backs, was fully armed, those doubts vanished.

However, no matter how good the equipment, producing a full set still takes a long time.

Thus, up to now Spear Blade can barely outfit twenty elites with this gear.

Compared to the Rock Armor Army, a chaotic silver sea, they look pitifully small, like a rock bobbing in wind‑tossed waves.

But the players don't care about that; they only care whether they look cool right now.

Faced with the advancing tide of lizards, they instead grew ever more excited.

Looking at this bunch of humans packed like tin cans, completely unaware of how to avoid our blades, the lizardfolk naturally won't go easy on them.

They raised their hand‑held spears, reinforced to pierce defenses, intending to stab them wildly and leave them chilled to the core!

But just as the two sides were about to engage in close combat, the silent players suddenly raised their shields and made a sharp move with their feet.

Barbarian Charge!

Almost instantly they shifted from utter stillness to fierce motion.

From steadfast Tang warriors like Mount Tai, they became heavy war chariots as mighty as thunder.

The lizardfolk couldn't dodge in time; they were run over, and the shield on their faces shattered their sharp edges.

Moreover, using that momentum they adjusted their posture and seamlessly linked into the next martial technique.

Heavy Slash!

The sharp long blade came down, slicing through the lizardfolk's incomplete armor protection, cleanly severing their flesh and bone.

"Beautiful!"

This is a new trick Spear Blade has worked out lately: when the enemy approaches, they launch a counter‑charge, letting heavy infantry strike with the effect of cavalry charging.

Proven effective, the vanguard slammed into an iron wall, and the lizardfolk behind could only pile up helplessly behind their comrades.

If that were all, even after the Orange General reacted and gave orders, they could still overwhelm the players' formation with sheer numbers.

But as previously said, the times have changed.

With the help of many power‑type players, the heavy red‑cloth cannon in Qiangzi's hands is like a toy.

He easily aimed at the point where the crowd was densest and quickly lit the fuse.

"Fire!"

Accompanied by a dragon‑like roar, a bowl‑sized iron ball screamed through the air and smashed into the lizardfolk's ranks.

Several unlucky souls nearby were instantly pulped, and as the iron ball continued to bounce and roll, it turned a whole area into a messy mess.

Regardless of its momentum or power, this weapon is simply astonishing.

As a result, the Golden King, who had been leisurely watching the battle from his royal sedan, immediately sprang to his feet, eyes wide and mouth agape.

He stood with his mouth open, dazed for a while, before muttering.

"Dragons, they also have the help of a Dragon God……"

But the Red General saw clearly that it was obviously flying out of a large iron tube.

The King said that—does that even make sense as something to say?

He quickly waved away the surrounding guards and whispered.

"Your Majesty, don't rush, they're just forging a Dragon God……"

But before his words had finished, an extremely tragic scream came from the front line.

Although the scarlet cannon is fierce, the players currently only have one of it—basically just for fun.

If we really want to reason with Lizard Old Iron, we still need to see what our challengers are capable of.

Possibly because someone's bloodline called for it, on the starry battlefield, five Huihui cannons have already been neatly set up.

Such a terrifying weapon, capable of razing cities and strongholds and ending the Battle of Xiangfan in one blow, has become the players' consecutive heavy punches at this moment.

The throwing rod, driven by the counterweight, swiftly fell, launching the massive stone at the other end flying outward.

On the battlefield, killing isn't always necessary; crushing morale is often the cruelest blade.

When the huge stone fell from the dark 'sky' and crushed their companions like mud dolls, many things actually ceased to matter.

"It's over—stones are falling from the sky!"

I don't know whose hoarse voice it was, but panic and fear began to spread among the lizardfolk.

Moreover, the players have too many cards in hand; they've only just played three and a half, so it's still a long way before the lizardfolk's turn.

From Roman ballistae to Ming Dynasty nest-of-bees, virtually every weapon that players from all ages and places could devise has been thrown onto the battlefield.

Among the humans were beastmen, beside the beastmen were demihumans, and the Goblin Chieftain who had established his own tribe even led from the front.

The lizardfolk were like a petty thief sneaking into a dark house, about to quietly take something, only to discover the house's owner was Ji Tou Si!

Besides being ultimately insulted by all sorts of novel contraptions, there was no other way out!

Thus Ji Ming went from sitting to standing, then pacing back and forth on the hillside, agonizing for a while, and finally could only sit down helplessly.

【Boss, I regret summoning the Fourth Calamity—they're not even human!】

With just over a thousand people, we could avoid five thousand years of detours; if we waited for the game's open beta, Yangyue World would become a players' restroom.

But looking at this chaotic, slaughter-worthy battlefield, Fei Ying beside it was still shaking his head.

"No, no, the power is too small, the firepower insufficient, the caliber and number of barrels need to be increased……"

Meanwhile, standing in a mire, the Orange General couldn't tell whether the liquid on his face was blood or tears.

His soldiers were actually extraordinarily brave, relying on scrolls and heavy armor, and at one point even shook the humans' forward position.

But the enemy's terrain and weapon advantages were simply too strong; before anyone knew what was happening, they could produce terrifying meteor showers and massive explosions.

After those black sword-and-shield troops, along with half the central army, were completely cut down, the Rock Armor Corps he had painstakingly cultivated was also utterly routed.

He wore a bitter expression, forced himself to calm down, and made the most correct choice at this moment.

"No good, we have to retreat!"

But before he could issue orders, a commotion came from the rear of the battlefield.

Over there was……

Your Majesty!