Chapter 120: Think Thrice, My King!
Suddenly, flashes of light erupted from the military trenches. At the same time, mystic artifacts of all shapes and sizes—daggers, swords, iron balls, rings, and more—shot out of the trenches in unison and killed dozens who were soaring through the air.
Undeterred by these minor casualties, the following troops of the Shaman army surged forward like a green tidal wave and overwhelmed the front lines of the trenches immediately. Countless Shaman fighters leaped into the trenches and engaged the human cultivators in fierce combat.
However, the tight, narrow space of the trenches prevented the Shaman fighters from making use of their prodigious speed at all. After leaping inside, all they could do was fight the human cultivators head on. Over a hundred Shaman fighters were slain, and only a dozen or so human cultivators were injured in the blink of an eye.
Atop the tall platform, the Great Warlock let out a displeased grunt. A nearby general immediately let out a sharp screech that traveled as far as ten li away, and the second wave of the Shaman army began to mobilize. This group numbered around a thousand troops, and each fighter was riding a huge lizard that was a little over a zhang long.
The giant lizard was highly toxic and boasted excellent mobility both on land and in the water. There were few mounts that performed better than it in the marshlands. In past wars, the venom lizard riders had inflicted untold amounts of suffering upon the human race.
This was not the extent of the Shamans’ offense, however. Two Warlocks began performing a bizarre dance around a bonfire, causing its red flames to turn dark green gradually. Red clouds appeared above the human formation and started raining blood!
Yun Feifei yelled a command, and every human cultivator within range of the blood rain rapidly evacuated along the trenches. If they were on open ground, the enemy forces would have blocked their paths and inflicted massive amounts of damage in the process. However, retreating along the trenches was much easier. Wave after wave of Shaman fighters leaped into the trenches in an attempt to slow them down only to be cut down in the blink of an eye. Those standing on the edges of the trenches were either killed or wounded by the mystic artifacts flying out of the trenches as well.
The military trenches themselves couldn’t have produced such excellent results. Although Wei Yuan hadn’t given the cultivators any other order besides digging, they themselves came up with all sorts of ingenious ideas while working because their lives were on the line. Many seasoned rogues of the jianghu had also contributed quite a number of cunning traps and tactics.
Besides digging the military trenches, the human cultivators had also dug many underground tunnels and holes that they could temporarily hide themselves in. Both were covered in all sorts of traps as well. Whenever there were too many enemies in a certain section of the trenches, they would take cover in the underground tunnels and wait, retaliating only when an enemy had entered. If they still couldn’t hold their ground, then they would escape to another trench using the underground passage and guard the entrance, cutting down any Shaman fighter who tried to follow them.