Chapter 34 I Have a Ladder to Go Over the Wall If You Have a Plan of Zhang Liang_1
Before the Great Werewolf could finish his vicious words, he saw a treacherous werewolf, well-encased in armor, pull a small jar-like object from his pocket. The jar then sprayed a mist of droplets at him. Stone Skin Protection, which guarded the Great Werewolf with a stone shell, could not protect his eyes. The moment the mist hit his eyes, the intense burning pain made him forget all other sensations. He let out a pitiful scream, as if undergoing the cruelest punishment in the world. The pain forced him to release the wire and cover his face, and he then tumbled into the trench below.
The Great Werewolf’s screams unsettled the morale of the attacking werewolves. They didn’t know what kind of attack the Great Werewolf had suffered. However, if even a Great Werewolf blessed with Stone Skin Protection couldn’t approach the wall entangled with iron thorns, then they, clad only in linen clothes, would surely be unable to get down if they climbed up. Moreover, throwing stones as a counterattack proved ineffective. Farmers on the arrow towers hid within sheet iron cages. The werewolves behind the protective wall had their lower bodies protected by a piled-up earthen wall. Their upper bodies were covered in armor, and they wore helmets. Stones thrown at them elicited no response, but the marbles shot from their slingshots truly hurt when they struck.
And then there were the ubiquitous traps. In just a short period, more than ten Werewolves fell. If they could not break through the protective wall soon, the elite of the Duan’er Tribe would indeed be completely annihilated here.
At this moment, a buzzing sound came from the sky. Duan’er, who had been frantically chased by Yan Xing’s laser beams, finally deployed his strongest military force. Although it wasn’t the best time to use the Poison Flies, he could wait no longer.
Five Poison Flies descended from the sky, diving towards the Werewolf Warriors behind the protective wall. Their rapidly vibrating wings emitted a sound similar to helicopter rotor blades, growing louder as they dived. The targets of the Poison Flies were naturally the traitor werewolves in this human settlement. They were the only military force in this territory, and it was their defense that had caused heavy losses to the Duan’er Tribe. As long as these werewolves were killed, the war would be won.
The Poison Flies dived, their dragonfly-like tails bending forward to reveal sharp spikes at the ends. Those spikes contained a paralytic toxin. Just a little bit was enough to weaken a werewolf. Then, their pincer-like mouths would tear and bite, easily killing the werewolf.
Yan Xing, realizing the appearance of the Poison Flies, couldn’t help but become tense. These are the Swamp Tribe’s Fifth Order combat units, while the werewolves are merely First Order, and Olaf is just a Second Order elite Howler. In a direct confrontation, these nine werewolves stand no chance against the five Poison Flies. If the weapon he has specially prepared for the Poison Flies is ineffective, then all his preparations for this war will have been in vain.
At this moment, Olaf stood with his warriors in a line behind the territory’s protective wall. They were spaced about two meters apart, quickly firing slingshots to prevent the attacking werewolves from approaching. The werewolves’ keen hearing caught the sound coming from above. Without looking up, Olaf knew that the Duan’er Clan Leader had finally sent out the five Poison Flies. These were the Duan’er Tribe’s greatest reliance in defending the Red Mud Wetland; it was because of these five Poison Flies that the neighboring Werewolf Tribes dared not invade the Red Mud Wetland excessively.
"Poison Flies incoming, prepare to engage!" Olaf issued orders to the fighting Werewolf Warriors through the walkie-talkie.
Yan Xing likewise gave an order, "All farmers, take cover immediately! All arrow towers, prepare for anti-air defense!"