New information came that the monster army had entered the bloody wasteland. They seem to be tireless, and their traveling speed has increased slightly. At this rate, it would take about two and a half days to reach the northern front.
It seemed that the weather had no effect on their progress.
But there is also good news. Most of the teams in the Stone Wilderness have completed the beheading operation and returned to Rogge Camp. And reorganize the assassins and job-changers with equipment that increases movement speed, and set off to stop the monster army.
Each team has an assassin who specializes in traps as its core. They hope to use various traps and the speed advantage of the team to harass the monster army and slow down their progress as much as possible.
At the same time, they have to continue searching around the monster army. According to statistics, there are still many unsuspecting adventure teams deep in the wilderness.
The hard-to-make town return scrolls are distributed like tavern flyers, just to bring back everyone as much as possible!
The old guys in the Mages Guild who were usually stingy wanted to dig out all the gems from their ancestral staffs and grind them into powder to draw the teleportation scroll.
This season is already rainy, and it often lasted for several days in the past. People here have long been used to it, but the sudden army of monsters made the rain extremely bad.
There is a haze hanging over everyone's heart. Pray that the rain will stop soon.
Mo Bei's team was arranged to go to the surrounding wilderness to collect stones of moderate size to use as ammunition for the trebuchet.
The three of them dispersed into the wasteland, and Mo Bei saw that the job transferees had begun to build a barrier quite far away from the village. Like mud monkeys, they were all soaking in the mud and digging hard. Thanks to their strong physiques, ordinary people really can't dig them out.
They dug trench-like trenches and piled the excavated soil on the side close to the village. Used to strengthen rows of barbed fences that resemble horses. There are layers of such barriers one after another, until in front of the trebuchet next to the village, there are more than ten barriers at a glance.
This is an amazing amount of work. . Mo Bei was speechless.
But this arrangement is a helpless move because of the interference of rain. The originally planned wooden walls simply could not be built. The wooden stake was one-third of the way into the ground and was still wobbling in the mud. In this way, even if a wooden wall is built, it will not be able to withstand the impact.
Without wooden walls, the method of killing monsters through remote walls would not be possible. We can only use these current barriers to slow down the monster's charge as much as possible.
Mo Bei once again noticed the black-red soil they dug out. Legend has it that the red color in the soil was the blood of countless innocent people who were slaughtered. No matter how many years pass, this blood color cannot fade away. That's why it's called the Blood Wasteland.
In Mo Bei's opinion, that's nonsense. When blood flows into the ground and oxidizes into iron tetroxide, it's also black. This red Mo Bei guessed was iron oxide. But the black soil looks really fertile. If we could get some slaked lime and spread it, it would be a good field.
Mo Bei imagined that after the people here defeated the forces of hell, they would cultivate vast fertile fields here. Open a pavilion and a garden, talk about mulberry and hemp over wine. How beautiful that day must be. . .
He lowered his head and loaded watermelon-sized rocks into his inventory. Such rocks were everywhere in the wilderness. After picking up a circle, he returned to the trebuchet and used his consciousness to control the piles and throw them out. But the guards who were busy watching on the side were dumbfounded.
"How did you hold so many rocks..." The guard looked at the hill of rocks thrown by Mo Bei and felt that he was tired and confused.
"I just picked them up outside. They are everywhere." Mo Bei didn't know what he meant.
"No, what I mean is, is your inventory that big? It seems that even a high-level job changer can't hold this pile of rocks at once..."
"Inventory... So... how big is yours?" Mo Bei had never cared about the size of the inventory. Anyway, he had never needed to fill it up so far.
"I...can probably hold less than half of this pile of rocks..." The guard was about the same age as Mo Bei, and his words were a bit naive.
Mo Bei was a little surprised. He had never estimated the size of his inventory, but it seemed that it was less than half full just now?
"I haven't completely changed my job, and my inventory is smaller than that of a job changer. Although as the level increases, everyone's inventory space will increase. But your inventory... is really favored by the gods..." Guard Wiped the rain from his forehead.
Hearing this, Mo Bei had a guess in his mind. This can't be because of the big box patch. . .
It seems that we not only have a high explosion rate, but also a big backpack. That complements each other perfectly!
Simply delicious.
Mo Bei asked about the storage box in the camp, but found that there was no such thing. Usually, everyone is very relieved to put things that cannot be put into the inventory at home or in a temporary residence.
Mo Bei also looked forward to one day being able to place a small nest in the camp.
After a few words, the matter in the inventory was revealed. Mo Bei began to look at and touch the trebuchet around, showing great interest in this big guy.
"Hey! Hey! Brother, how far can this thing hit?" Mo Bei asked the guard named Maika.
"Hmm... about five to six hundred steps," Micah replied.
"Shall we go to a place where no one is around and take a shot?" Mo Bei looked forward to it. He used to watch the trebuchet in the movie Lord of the Rings and hoped to see the real thing one day. What boy is not interested in this kind of thing?
"Not yet... Everyone is running around. It's too dangerous! A test firing will be arranged when the fortifications in front are completed." The guard looked around a little embarrassed, but did not agree to Mo Bei's request.
Mo Bei smacked his lips. My heart felt so itchy.
"Then let's see if you can put this on top and punch it out?" Mo Bei dragged out a large string of more than a dozen bottles of orange-red liquid.
Explosive potion.
This was exploded when Mo Bei killed a zombie on the way back to the village, so he hasn't had a chance to use it yet.
"This... it should be possible..." Maika's eyes looked a little eager to try.
This explosive potion is normally thrown at monsters with hands, causing decent explosion damage. But how far can it be thrown by hand. If you gather a bunch of them and throw them out with a trebuchet. It’s cool to think about it.
"Then I'll keep this one here. I'll come back later for a test shot." Mo Bei handed the pile of bottles to Maika and went back to picking up stones.
Mo Bei kept running back and forth around the village. He was obviously very tired on the way back to the village. After all, he had been training in the rain all day and also encountered a fierce battle that was close to death.
But after arriving at the village, Mo Bei even felt that he could fight again, as if something was slowly providing energy in his body.
Feeling that the collection of stones was almost complete, he helped build a new trebuchet.
This trebuchet can be called the crystallization of the wisdom of Khanduras craftsmen. It has a simple structure, but the more you look at it, the more ingenious it becomes. There is quite a feeling of great skill and clumsiness.
In fact, these big guys are far from being complete. They don't have any runes or magic circles engraved on them. They can only be regarded as rush-made low-end versions.
According to the book, Leoric's bloody massacre forced the craftsmen to do whatever they could. All the siege engines designed and built at that time were magical instruments. Under the radiation of the magic circle and gem inlay, the power, range and accuracy are all terrifying.
Fortunately, the madness of the Black Crazy Lord was put to an end by the people who once loved him, and the people of the Western Border were saved from a disaster.
Two tall barbarians shouted "Hoo! Ha! Hoo! Ha!" and carried a huge log into the village. Now almost all the beasts of burden were exhausted, and the lumberyard had to arrange human transportation. .
Put the giant tree down and pour out some shorter pieces of wood from the inventory. These are the materials used to build trebuchets, and the selection of materials is relatively more demanding. After unloading the goods, the two barbarians Tie Hanhan ran away without stopping.
Mo Bei took out his dagger and began to roughly process the wood as required, and from time to time he would change hands to help with the erection. I was busy until dark, and the two new trebuchets were basically completed.
At this time, Milor and Perona found Mo Bei, and the three of them went to Milor's home together.
"This is my mother! Dad went to the lumberyard to help." Milor introduced.
Mo Bei saw a woman with a gentle smile and the same brown hair as Milor.
"Hello madam, my name is Mo Bei! Excuse me!" Although Mo Bei had learned the salute method of a job transfer, he still bowed slightly like he did when he met the parents of his classmates before.
"Just call me Kelly." The woman smiled and carefully arranged for Mo Bei and Perona to wash up.
This made Mo Bei feel a little embarrassed.
Milor's mother is really as gentle as Milor.
After cleaning themselves up a bit, the three of them gathered around a small dining table, eating bread and soup.
After finishing the food, Mo Bei felt waves of whirlpool fatigue coming over him.
Looking at Mo Bei who fell asleep directly on the dining table, Kelly put a blanket on him with a hint of sadness in her eyes.
These adventurers have been busy since they came back from the wilderness, and now there are a bunch of mud monkeys sleeping in the big barn. This army of monsters and this rain really gave these people a hard time.
Can I still keep my home? .
