Chapter 315 - 122: Fellow Countryman’s Treasure! Found It

Chapter 315: Chapter 122: Fellow Countryman’s Treasure! Found It

Just then, the goblin leader sitting inside the Mechanical Puppet stiffly raised its head and spoke a single word in a cold voice:

"Fi... re..."

The main gunner swiveled the main cannon, aiming its muzzle down... toward the most densely packed area of the goblin army.

"WHIRRR~~ BOOM!!!"

A dazzling flash of fire erupted from the massive cannon’s muzzle. A black cannonball shot out, plummeting toward the goblin army amidst a deafening whistle.

Seeing this, the secondary gunners, though confused, habitually obeyed their leader’s command and launched their own attack alongside the main cannon.

In an instant, the secondary cannons fired in unison.

"BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!..."

"RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE~!!!"

Countless cannonballs rained down, and a continuous chain of deafening explosions erupted throughout the goblin army.

Shattered limbs, weapons, and dirt were flung into the air by the shockwaves.

In an instant, the air was filled with flying gore and the battlefield echoed with wretched screams.

"Aaaargh! The Goblin Airship is attacking us!"

"The Shaman! The Shaman is dead!"

"Run! Run for your lives!"

Because of the Goblin Airship’s sudden betrayal, the goblins’ already fragile morale completely shattered. The green-skinned tide began to rapidly collapse from the rear.

Cries of alarm and screams rang out continuously, and the rout began to spread like a plague across the entire battlefield.

Atop the hill, a faint smile finally touched Lynch’s lips as he witnessed the scene.

’The goblin race’s Spiritual Power is generally weak, and their combat ability is exceptionally dependent on operating precise machinery. Using Ghost Units against them has turned out to be surprisingly effective.’

However, the chaos on the battlefield did not last long.

The Undead Demoness quickly came to her senses. Her shriek once again echoed across the entire battlefield, this time even more shrill and piercing.

The goblins, whose morale had already shattered and who were fleeing in utter disarray, stopped in their tracks. The fear in their eyes was replaced by a rabid frenzy, and the impending rout was brought to an abrupt halt.

Soon, they rallied to the Undead Demoness.

"Heh..."

On the hill, Lynch took in the entire scene from atop Red Rabbit and couldn’t help but sneer inwardly.

’The encirclement is complete, and our morale is sky-high. No matter how that Undead Demoness shrieks or tries to salvage the situation, she’s only making these green-skinned cannon fodder prolong their death throes for a few moments.’

But even so, Lynch didn’t want his side to suffer unnecessary losses.

’These Undead Corps and the soldiers of the Ninth Battle Battalion are the foundation I’ve painstakingly built. It’s not worth wasting them on these green-skins.’

With that thought, Lynch spurred Red Rabbit, who immediately broke into a trot and began moving toward the Undead Demoness.

At the same time, he raised his left hand, the Moonfire Ring on his finger, and his gaze locked onto the constantly shrieking Undead Demoness in the distant sky.

The Moonfire Ring was already growing warm. The Tier Seven Moonfire Skill sealed within it was ready to be unleashed.

With just a thought, he could activate it.

’Given the Moonfire Skill’s countering effect on Undead, Abyss, and other Negative Energy creatures, this one blast would cost that Tier Six Undead Demoness at least half her life, even if it didn’t kill her outright. Her ability to disrupt the battlefield would be completely nullified.’

However, just as Lynch was about to activate the Moonfire Ring...

Suddenly, from the army formation to his left, a powerful Northern Warhorse neighed and abruptly accelerated. In the blink of an eye, it shot toward the center of the battlefield like an arrow loosed from its bow.

On its back was none other than the young Ice Mage in an ice-blue Mage Robe—Eleanor Frost.

Eleanor had been brooding over the fact that she couldn’t participate in the last attack on the Gnolls. So this time, when Lynch mustered his troops, she insisted on coming along. She argued that she couldn’t be stuck on logistics duty forever; she needed occasional combat experience to help her achieve a breakthrough.

Lynch couldn’t dissuade her, so he had no choice but to bring her along.

The only problem was that she still couldn’t fully contain the chill of the Ice Element radiating from her body. Even though she was riding a Northern Warhorse, a breed famous for its cold resistance, a thin layer of white frost had formed on the animal’s thick mane. Before it started running, it had been shivering in place from the cold. It only seemed to feel better once it stretched its legs and got its blood flowing.

The sight made the corner of Lynch’s eye twitch, and he couldn’t help but snark internally, ’This poor Northern Warhorse must have had the worst luck for eight generations to end up with this young missy. It’s really going through it.’

Spurring her horse onward, Eleanor quickly closed the distance to the battlefield ahead.

She held the reins tightly with one hand, while with the other, she quickly pulled a Magic Scroll that emanated a chilling aura from her Space Ring.

The material of the Scroll was clearly extraordinary. It appeared to be tanned from the soft leather of a High Tier Ice Element Magical Beast’s underbelly. A faint blue magical radiance flowed across its surface. The mere act of taking it out of her Space Ring caused the surrounding air temperature to plummet.

Without any hesitation, Eleanor forcefully tore it open.

"RIP~"

The moment the Scroll was torn open, an immense Ice Element energy erupted, surging straight into the sky.

In an instant, the sky above the just-regrouped goblin troops suddenly darkened. A biting cold wind materialized from thin air, howling and swirling in the sky.

In the blink of an eye, an ice-blue vortex of Magic Power spanning over a hundred meters rapidly formed. Immediately after, countless icicles—each as sharp as a spear and as thick as a child’s arm—began to pour down from its center like a torrential storm.

Tier Five Area Magic—Ice Storm!