Liena can no longer remember how she escaped this way. All she knew was that she was running furiously, her legs not daring to stop even a step. Although there is no smooth road in the woods, at this moment when they are focused on escaping, the elves seem to have divine help, and no matter how strange the terrain is, it is like flat ground and cannot be an obstacle in the slightest.
Even if an arrow hits their shoulders, back, or even arms, they have no room to fall. No matter how strong the force is, they will lose their balance in an instant; but after taking two or three steps forward, they will resume their fast running speed and run desperately.
But when the whistling sounds in their ears became more and more frequent and intensive, the feeling of not being able to outrun others or catch up with them only made the elves want to curse. Maybe if they survive, if they take some time to settle down, they will be afraid of what is happening now, but the only option is to run for their lives.
Suddenly my vision cleared and I suddenly became enlightened. Did he run out of the outer woods? Liena looked at the camp square where she had stayed for several days. Now it was clean and empty.
The elves who served as baits planned to take shelter in a trench in front of the World Tree. This was dug in the middle of the night by someone's apprentice with a group of elves. But now in the trench, many familiar faces poked their heads out.
Liena's eyes flickered, and she recognized several people. They are all the same decoy team, but they are members from other directions.
Are their feet faster?
of course not. In fact, this group of people ran back after the first contact. Liena's team fought with the enemy and killed a centaur scout.
Liena didn't have time to think about the reason behind it, she just looked at the group of people standing in the trench, waving their hands anxiously, as if just doing this, the escaping elves would appear beside them in an instant.
The chase in the open area can be seen clearly, so it is even more frightening, both for the parties involved and for the theatergoers. The centaurs were like a pack of hunting wolves, chasing after them from behind, and the distance gradually became closer, even getting close to the fleeing elves several times.
Elf Sword Dancer ran at the end, and she was the only one who could fight off the centaurs that were chasing after them. But every time they fight, they will fall a few steps behind. Moreover, even if one centaur is knocked over, more will catch up. Her only chance was the human magician; but in Liena's field of vision, she did not see that person.
Is this being tricked?
Seeing her companions all jumping into the trench, Liena suddenly felt the wind behind her head. She subconsciously jumped up, and at the same time she leaned back, and the long-handled battle ax passed by the tip of her nose dangerously. Liena remained in this almost lying position and slid into the trench.
Falling at the bottom of the ditch and looking up at the blue sky. There was finally no centaur in his field of vision for a moment. Before I could rejoice for a long time, I saw a horse jumping over the ditch from its belly. It seemed that the centaur, who could not stop in time, planned to just cross the ditch and attack the World Tree directly. As for the elves inside, there are naturally companions behind them who can take care of them.
But he failed to jump over the narrow ditch. The energy barrage offset his impact, knocking the centaur backwards from mid-air, and also fell into the ditch. This incident scared all the elves hiding inside. The centaur who had been chasing him just now was now covered in blood holes, his eyes widened, and he had a look of disbelief on his face, which was very scary.
The moment Liena jumped into the ditch, Halumi, who had been waiting for a long time, unveiled the curtain of disguise.
Guy Blasch Lin Tripwood appears!
Do you want to use extradimensional exile to resolve this war?
No. For Lin, the extradimensional banishment technique can only target one object at a time. When encountering multiple targets, you can only cast magic again and again to throw the target to an unknown place. But when facing an army, there is no doubt that this efficiency is too slow. Moreover, someone had never imagined a plan in this regard, nor did he intend to improvise on the battlefield, but moved out a treasure that had been treasured for a long time.
If there is a list of achievements in life, as a game geek, using unlimited bazookas or unlimited machine guns to defeat any game in the Castle of Evil series would definitely be a gold medal achievement. And as a time-traveling game nerd, how could I not think of recreating such a scene in another world!
The hand-held M134 high-speed multi-barreled rotary machine gun, under the operation of the motor mechanism, the six barrels begin to rotate at an astonishingly high speed. Seeing the scene of thousands of horses galloping in front of him, charging towards him, someone was not timid, but felt strangely excited.
Lin cracked a smile and once again remembered the lines he used only in his hometown, and said: 'Let's_Rock_n'fucker!'
Grab the handle trigger and the machine gun muzzle starts roaring!
Because it does not use gunpowder, there is no recoil problem. However, the six rotating barrels and the energy bullets in the barrel are affected by the magic circle. They are uncontrolled and randomly attached with various special attributes and interfere with each other. This makes this mysterious version of the machine gun still as difficult to tame as a beast. .
All these difficulties became no problem at all with the physical strength enhanced by auxiliary magic. Lin steadily held the M134 machine gun at his waist, and the magical power extracted from the World Tree was transmitted into the machine gun through the cable as thick as his arm. The disorderly arrangement caused the originally pure energy projectiles to fall into a state of violence and chaos the moment they were ejected. The random attributes attached to the barrel further increased the destructive power, forming the most efficient killing machine.
The light bullets were almost connected in a line, sweeping across every inch of land pointed by the muzzle. Wherever it passes, blood splashes. Even though he was a centaur with a strong physique, he could only suffer from dozens or hundreds of bullets hitting his body. And this process only takes a moment.
The machine gun, with a rate of fire of up to 6,000 rounds per minute, is like the giant scythe of death, harvesting the lives swept away wantonly, and no one can escape. No matter you are a low-level soldier or a tribal leader, you are all equal in the face of death, and the gorgeous flowers of life and blood will bloom in the same way. Even the huge impact and violent magic can tear apart the Centaur's trained muscles without any hindrance and paralyze the tall body.
The centaurs, who had never encountered such an attack, formed a dense formation. In their understanding, as long as they can increase the speed of charging, there is no enemy formation that cannot be broken, and there is no enemy that cannot be killed. Even the arrow rain offensive that the elves were proud of could not stop the centaur's charge. In the end, this group of fragile thin men with pointed ears could only fall under their iron hooves!
But all self-confidence was shattered along with the body!
Most centaurs still figured out why their comrades in front fell, and they experienced the answer themselves. There was no time to give a warning, no time to feel regret, no time to think about the reason for all this, the vitality disappeared in the blood flowers.
The centaurs fell down one after another, and no one could save their lives from the barrage. Whether the equipment is good or bad cannot extend the time they live. Even since the machine gun opened fire, the Centaur had not been able to advance much and died on the way to the charge. Their battered bodies and the blood flowing out covered this large World Tree Square.
The cover of the woods will prevent the centaurs who have not left the woods from seeing the situation in the square, so they can only follow the steps ahead and keep stepping out of the forest. Only then did he see the hell-like scene in front of him, and it was already too late. They were left with the only option of rushing forward with their heads down, or they could choose to stop and collide with their comrades behind them; the worst case scenario would be to be trampled to death.
As soon as you step out of the woods, someone blocks the road with a barrage and kills you on the spot. Then the accumulated dead bodies will become a warning for those who come after you, and will also be the best bunker. But the natural flaws of M134 solved this problem.
The amount of bullets brought by the rate of fire of a multi-barreled rotary machine gun makes it impossible for someone to use mental locking to change the trajectory like other magic guns, or even fine-tune it. Since it can only attack in a straight line, the flaw is that when there is only one machine gun, the killing efficiency has its limit.
At least someone would have to move the muzzle of the gun to shoot centaurs from different directions. This time difference gives the enemy an opportunity to try to solve everything with a charge. There are also centaurs who choose to spread out to the left and right, trying to use encirclement tactics, and even hope to make someone lose sight of one thing and create opportunities for their comrades on the other side.
But all this was in vain.
Compared to the centaurs, they had to rush more than 400 meters away from the woods before they entered the attack range of their spears. How long would it take them to reach top speed to cover the distance, and how long would it take for someone to turn their gun?
Just when someone is still unfinished, he suddenly finds that he has no goal. He grasped the handle trigger tightly and fired blankly from left to right. There was no centaur standing in the square in front of him. Release the trigger, and at the same time, the sound of the barrel rotating motor gradually slows down and finally stops. Lin asked about the apprentice staying beside him: "Where are the people?"
"Teacher, the remaining centaur troops have escaped." Kaya said calmly while looking at the surveillance screen.
The picture the girl saw was transmitted back from the remains of the evil satellite. Because the original function was not lost, Lin hoisted the thing to a high place and used it as a monitoring device, with the girl responsible for operating it.
"Run away?" Someone was still a little confused for a while. With a flick of his hand, he put the M134 machine gun on his shoulder and rubbed his stubble-covered chin in thought.
Seeing his teacher's slutty look, Halumi, who was standing on the other side, asked, "Do you want to pursue me?"
"I'll go! How can I chase you?" Lin shook the cable connected to the machine gun. He felt a little angry and a little frustrated that his apprentice had no eyesight. Due to the limitation of the length of the cable used to extract the power of the World Tree, it is destined that it is impossible for someone to run around carrying an M134 machine gun.
At this time, not far away, the curtain of another camouflaged position was also lifted. Inside were a large number of camels, as well as the young king and his ministers. They didn't have any conversation, they just stared at the battlefield in front of them with their mouths open... Well, maybe a slaughterhouse would be more appropriate.
Especially the Minister of War, Maxim Stashe, who has his eyes set high above his head. He also ignored his image and turned his head with difficulty to look at the human magician.
Recalling the previous comment from this person, Lin tried to put on a friendly expression and said with a smile: "I really don't understand war. But I know how to kill people, how to kill people in large numbers."
