The Game of Global Mining

Chapter 575 - 424: Torrential Rain, Flood

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After four hours of full-load operation by the Demon God Hall, more than 600,000 goblin siege troops gathered outside Southern Canyon Village, including 100,000 leaders, 400,000 elite soldiers, 30,000 goblin shamans, 5,000 Flying Dragon priests, and tens of thousands of various other troops...

Such a large and rapid military expansion has already exceeded the capacity of the Demon God Hall, yet it’s still far from the expected million-strong army. But for attacking a single village—Michael can’t wait any longer!

According to the undercover intelligence placed in Southern Canyon Village by the Divine Team, all the village NPCs have fallen into a frenzy, praying and kowtowing in incomprehensible ways. But what Michael fears is precisely this incomprehensibility; if it triggers something like last time with the Black Dragon God spewing fire or causes Black Iron City to send troops, it would sabotage the purpose of this rapid military mobilization.

Michael ordered: "Attack!"

Uriel couldn’t wait: "All team members, charge!"

For a team of just a few hundred noble sons and daughters, commanding such a massive number of troops means each person directing thousands, which already loses the essence of command, so just charge!

In an instant, the troops spread across a dozen hills charged towards the canyon en masse!

Uriel breathed a sigh of relief, already wanting to collapse and sleep peacefully, but he had to hold on until the army flattened the village.

This is the third and final assault. No need for any tactics; trenches in the village? Fill them with bodies! High walls? Stack bodies over them! Strong fighters in the village? Let them kill and drain their Physical Strength and Mana until exhausted—besides, they can’t even handle it because the real assault is by the 30,000 goblin shamans and 5,000 Flying Dragon shamans!

Uriel even doubts that, if the Black Dragon God disrupts again, facing just these 5,000 Flying Dragon shamans would drain his Physical Strength and Mana!

When the army entered the canyon and neither Black Iron City nor nearby villages responded, the victory was decided!

Sariel enthusiastically opened a bottle of champagne: "Everyone, let’s celebrate! Cheers!!"

The lords brought out champagne: "Cheers!!"

Uriel downed half a bottle in one gulp: "Skipping lunch, get drunk and sleep directly..."

...

Royal Command Center, Chinese District’s major battle teams’ bosses gathered in the chat room, nervously watching the live broadcast of Southern Canyon Village.

At this time, the massive monster siege panic had infected all the village NPCs! The village chief already mobilized all combat-capable personnel to fully arm and defend the outposts and barricades. The players’ curses spread across the groups, while group leaders tried their best to maintain order...

Then, the first wave of Flying Dragon priest troops obscured the night sky like storm clouds, rapidly covering the entire village in a web of lightning, instantly killing tens of thousands of defending players without cover! The rooftops and outposts on the village surface were also struck with sparks from lightning, engulfing the whole village in a sea of fire and lightning!

Even at this moment, Ma Yinglong remained calm.

Brother Tao couldn’t hold it: "Brother Long, I know you. Since the Black Dragon came to spew fire the day before yesterday, I felt something was wrong. It’s this moment, tell us already!"

The lords urged: "Exactly, Brother Long, surprise the brothers!"

Just then, Feng Xingcuo reported: "Brother Long, it’s raining!"

The lords froze: "Raining?"

Ma Yinglong couldn’t hold back: "It’s been 20 days since the server opened, not a single rain. Isn’t this strange?"

It’s like the lightning from the Flying Dragon priests ignited the sky, with a massive thunderclap, the whole world whitened!

The white light illuminated the army spreading across the canyon!

Then, winds rose, and a great storm roared!

No, it’s a whirlwind starting to rage centered on the village!

Then, torrential rain poured down, the whirlwind mixing with the rain swept the canyon, halting the Flying Dragon Legion’s assault, making the live broadcast interface pitch-black with rain, visibility directly to zero!

Feng Xingcuo immediately reported: "Flying Dragons crashed, experience soared! Directly leveled up by 1 level!"

The cursing command groups yelled collectively: "Leveled up!"

Ma Yinglong laughed wildly: "Tens of thousands leveled up simultaneously, now that’s a friggin’ surprise!!"

The lords suddenly realized: "So the few earthen walls Brother Long built are actually dams?"

Ma Yinglong laughed: "So what if a bunch of Flying Dragons died? I want tens of thousands of them to come and never return! Let all brothers level up 10 levels while lying down!!"

"Holy shit! Brother Long is amazing!"

"Brother Long is truly as wise as Guan Yu and Zhuge Liang!"

Ma Yinglong laughed heartily: "Keep playing music, keep dancing!! Tonight, for all studios and teams’ midnight snack beers and fried rice, I’m picking up the tab!!"

"Brother Long is generous!"

"Since Brother Long’s treating with beer and fried rice, I’ll add chicken legs for everyone!"

"Brother Tao, where to find so many chicken legs? Better add eggs!"

Brother Tao laughed: "Yes, yes, each person gets two eggs..."

...

As the ten lords were drinking in celebration, a ferocious thunder exploded in the night sky, with whirlwind and torrential rain crashing down!

All the live broadcasts ahead became unclear.

Only Sela’s distant Eye of All-Seeing saw the village shrouded in lightning, storm clouds, and heavy rain from afar.

Sela was shocked: "What’s going on?"

The lords were dumbfounded: "What level of magic can achieve this effect?"

Sela in disbelief: "No large-scale mana fluctuations; it seems like it’s not magic!"

Uriel awoke abruptly: "It’s not magic, could it be the weather?"

Sela stunned: "It’s the weather! Now, it’s raining here too!"

Reports from Black Iron City also arrived: "It’s raining at Black Iron City too!"

Michael was dumbfounded: "Actually using the weather..."

Uriel’s subordinates reported: "Flying Dragon priests’ troops all crashed..."

Uriel angrily said: "Just a whirlwind and rain, at most it takes down the air force, but the tens of thousands of ground troops and 30,000 shamans are the main force, they’ll still trample through!"

But the next moment, the live broadcast showed a roar of water, and rain rushed through canyons, overturning the earthen walls like a dam flood, submerging most of the troops stationed outside the city!

Only then did the lords realize: "So these earthen walls, aren’t for Treasure Hunting, they’re for water storage!"

Michael’s face turned deeply ugly!

Sela sighed: "From the NPCs’ behavior in the village, NPCs actually aren’t aware, and even most players aren’t aware; even when the village is in such danger, NPCs didn’t bring out the rumored ancestral Secret Iron Armor or Mithril weapons, proving the village has no such stock, confirming this fact is a discovery... So..."

Michael laughed bitterly: "So the significance of this battle is confirming the village isn’t worth fighting for?"

Sela sighed: "What else? Your and Uriel’s next plan is to develop Black Dragon Secret Abyss City, no more resources to invest here."

Metatron said: "Weather prediction must be the ability of Astrology! It has to be Chun! I’ll crush him!"

Michael sighed: "Able to predict the weather a week in advance, this Astrology is frighteningly strong, even Hubble can’t do it! I wish it wasn’t him! But it doesn’t stop me from crushing him!"