novelraw Chapter 95 The Magical Path of War!
Chapter 95 The Magical Path of War!
Chapter 95 The Magical Path of War!
Ian and Charles were still passionately discussing the Demon Tide.
"How much longer?" Ian suddenly asked.
Charles did the math: "Based on past experience—a large-scale attack would happen as early as tomorrow night, or at the latest the day after tomorrow morning. These scattered groups now are the vanguard."
"???"
Ian remained silent.
In such an urgent situation, why are you still spouting nonsense to me?
Ian quickly turned around and leaped toward the center of the dragon's territory.
"Gather everyone!"
On the open ground, people of all ethnic groups gradually arrived.
The rabbit-people huddled together, with the elderly and children in the center and the young people on the periphery. Rongrong stood at the very front; although her face was still pale, her gaze had become steady.
Chaos reigned over the goblin area. Goblin, leading several burly goblins, was suppressing the group of crazed brats, occasionally...
Tap its head. Several goblins are still holding onto the rat tightly, the rat's eyes rolling back in its head from being squeezed.
The minotaurs stood in neat rows, but each of them had clenched fists and was breathing heavily.
The vampire retinue stood in the shadows, their faces paler than the last.
Lilith emerged from the shadows and stood next to Ian, first giving the slime a disdainful look.
"snort!"
Lilith snorted and turned her head away, seemingly still angry that Ian had given her massages for six days.
On the Crystal Spider's side, Iris, unusually, wasn't lying down, but stood in front of her people, squinting as she stared towards the forest.
Ian lay on a rock, and Charles stood beside him.
"The demonic tide is coming," Ian said, his voice not loud, but everyone heard him clearly. "Tomorrow night or the early morning of the day after tomorrow, a large number of mindless demons will attack Dragon Territory."
A commotion was heard from the rabbit people's side.
There was no commotion among the goblins—although life was a little more hopeful now and they no longer had the idea of dying and facing certain death, the goblins' already extremely high mortality rate made them calmly accept the situation.
"Dragon Territory wasn't afraid of the demonic tides before," Ian continued, "because Dragon Territory only had powerful warriors and dragons."
"But unfortunately, the dragon is not here for the time being, and we have something we urgently need to protect."
He looked at the medicinal herb fields, the canteen, and the newly built houses.
"Those were built together by us. The rabbitmen planted the herbs, the goblins built the canteen, and the minotaurs paved the roads. When the demonic tide comes, these things will be trampled to the ground."
Rongrong pursed her lips.
Gu Gu scratched his head, as if he understood a little.
"So this time, we must defend. Not hide, but defend."
Ian looked at Charles: "You just said that this demonic tide is abnormal?"
Charles nodded, his brow furrowed.
"Large-scale demonic tides usually occur every seven or eight years. The last one was three years ago, so it should be at least four or five years before it comes again." He pointed towards the forest, "but judging from the current situation, the scale may be even larger than last time."
Ian's tentacle twitched.
"What's the reason?"
Charles shook his head: "I don't know. But this is not normal. Very abnormal."
We'll discuss the reasons for the abnormality later.
The question now is how to hold on.
"Charles, how much do you estimate there will be?" Ian continued to ask.
Charles closed his eyes and sensed for a while, then opened them.
"Estimate? It's boundless, there's no point in estimating. What's troublesome are the high-level magical beasts that might appear, maybe even eighth or ninth rank, those will be more difficult to deal with."
Difficult to deal with? Isn't this absolutely impossible to deal with?
Ian's jelly-like body tightened slightly.
He is now at level four.
The strongest fighting force in Dragon Territory—
Angry Horn is at Tier 6. Most of the three hundred minotaur warriors are around Tier 5, with a few others at Tier 6 like Angry Horn, but none are as formidable as him.
Charles, once a legend, now a half-crippled legend. He's only a fourth-tier fighter with incredibly high skill levels; could he be considered half a sixth-tier fighter?
Most of his vampire retinue are of the third or fourth rank.
Together, they can barely fight.
However, what they need to guard now is the newly constructed buildings in the entire Dragon Territory, and also protect several hundred weak and elderly rabbit-people who have no fighting ability.
The pressure is different.
Charles asked, "When will Lady Vivian return?"
Ian shook his head: "I don't know. When she left, she only said she was going on a big adventure, she didn't say how many days."
That unreliable dragon girl, she's always like this when she goes out.
But this time, I really hope she can come back soon.
After the meeting, Ian went straight to Kiki.
Kiki was squatting in the middle of her pile of parts, clutching a half-finished rune plate in her hand, her eyes shining frighteningly.
"Ian! The demonic tide, right! We're going to fight, right?!" Her voice trembled. "Can I lay down bombs? A ring around the dragon's territory?"
The Demon Tide episode is probably Kiki's favorite, as she can finally unleash her full power without restraint.
"Bomb, but follow orders."
Kiki jumped up excitedly, picked up a bunch of rune plates and explosives that exuded a dangerous aura, and ran outside.
Ian stopped her: "Make me a batch of terminals first."
Qiqi stopped: "Making a terminal now? Who's it for?"
"Goblin".
Kiki paused for a moment, then laughed. It was a laugh that said, "I get it, you're so mean."
"OK."
Ian turned around and leaped toward the outer edge of Dragon Territory.
The trajectory of the war.
This was the first thought that popped into Ian's head.
The magical energy channels are his strongest tool. He usually uses them for farming, paving roads, and building houses. Now, he will use them for war.
Ian first circled around the dragon's territory, then stopped at a key location.
To the east lies an open area, ideal for a direct assault. Early warning systems should be deployed here.
He extended his tentacles and pressed them against the ground. [Magic Vein Weaving] activated.
Fine magical threads extended from the tips of the tentacles, burrowed into the earth, and spread outwards. Each thread was engraved with the [Life Detection] rune, weaving together into a vast net.
This net covers a three-kilometer radius around Dragon Territory. Any large creature that enters this area will trigger the arterial network, causing a red dot to light up in Ian's perception.
Ian counted as he laid out the cloth.
One red dot, two red dots, three —
There are already thirty or forty red dots moving along the edge of the forest.
Speed things up.
To the west lies a sloping area, ideal for an ambush. Numerous [Mud Swamp + Earth Spike] networks have been laid here. Earth-elemental magic surges from the ground, merging with the networks woven by Ian. Once activated, this area will instantly transform into a swamp, trapping any monsters that rush in.
The southern area contains the medicinal herb fields and canteen, which are in the most need of protection. An array of [Earth Wall + Dragon Flame] veins should be laid here, allowing the earth wall to be raised at any time.
While protecting the animals, you can also take the opportunity to burn the dogs inside the gate. The cooked food can even be brought into the cafeteria nearby!
perfect!
The north side faces the dragon's nest, and the terrain is high, making it suitable for setting up long-range points.
After some thought, he decided to lay out a [Dragon Flame + Fireball] network on the northern highlands. Combined with some scales shed by Vivian collected from the dragon's nest, he could imbue the surrounding area with the oppressive aura of a dragon, which might scare away some wild beasts or low-level monsters.
Several hours passed.
Ian's magic was rapidly depleting. With each new vein he created, a section of his tentacle went limp. The jelly-like body slowly changed from dark blue to light blue, and the golden light spots grew dimmer.
As evening fell, Ian finally finished laying the last vein and collapsed to the ground.
Her body was as limp as a puddle of water.
Charles walked over and looked down at the muddy slime.
"Lord Ian, are you alright?"
Ian's voice was muffled: "It's not good, but there's nothing we can do about it."
Charles nodded and looked towards the distant forest. In Ian's perception, the number of red dots had increased to over a hundred, and was still rising.
"They're coming soon."
Ian struggled to get up.
"Where's the terminal? How's Kiki doing?"
Charles pointed to the goblin camp —