OBS Chapter 275 Blood and Sand over Nield
Chapter 275 Blood and Sand over Nield
“Hurry up, Xiling.
I can't wait to meet the human called Alvin!"
Elise sat in an armchair floating in mid-air.
This magical chair, with the tall elf on it, shuttled through the woods, nimbly dodging one obstacle after another, like a nimble angora rabbit.
"Mother... there really is nothing between Ivan and me..."
Xiling tried hard to follow behind, using all the ranger skills she had learned to increase her speed to the limit.
"Oh! Don't be so quick to deny it, you are my daughter!
I can tell what happened from the way your ears are shaking..."
Iris looked back at her eldest daughter with a smile.
A human being, and a human being with a bad reputation, actually dared to kidnap his beloved baby——
That guy named Ivan Nolihuys must disappear from this world!
She stroked her long golden hair, and found a hint of white at the end of her hair.
"Xi Ling, I don't know how long I can remain in front of you like this..."
Iris, who was sitting on the floating chair, muttered a few words in a barely audible voice.
In the distance, a tall and thin figure in a white robe was looking at the mother and daughter walking through the woods.
He held a staff in his left hand and reached into his robe with his right hand, rubbing his ribs.
"Iristria... this little girl has never been a cause of peace of mind for me..."
Ruilifen used his ability to travel through plants to rush back to the base. When he learned that a certain truant god had appeared, he immediately chased after him.
"It seems that something turbulent happened in Zhuoer, otherwise how could this girl escape..."
Only when the mother and daughter chasing each other disappeared from his sight did the old skeleton turn around and look in another direction.
“Don’t let me down, Alvin boy.
If you inherit the name of Nolihus, a god weakened like this will not be your opponent..."
……
In the northwest wilderness, east of Mirror Lake, Tagon, the chieftain of the wilderness orcs, was standing outside the chieftain's tent, looking at the orcs' new city.
"What a spectacle!"
The wrinkles on the old shaman's face were deeper than before. It seemed that the food during this period was not very good. The body of this strong old orc began to hunch over.
“Great Patriarch, in a dozen days or so, the two buildings will be completed.
Then we can move into those stone rooms."
Brokentooth Wasteland stood beside Tagon, also feeling the wonder of the new orc city.
"That kid, Ivan, not only saved Ms. Morgan and me this time, but also made the Wasteland Clan cross several historical levels."
"Across history?
Patriarch, you are going a bit too far..."
Touching the adamantium battle axe at his waist, Broken Tooth did not particularly agree with Tagon's compliment.
“Broken Tooth, you are still young, and you still have at least forty years to live.
But I am old, and I have lived longer than most orcs can imagine."
Instead of continuing to discuss the value of Ivan's contribution, Tagon changed the subject to his own age.
"If every leader of the Wasteland Clan was like you and me, devoting all their energy and life to the clan...
Then it may take ten or even twenty generations before the orcs in the wasteland can see the current scene."
Under Broken Tooth's puzzled gaze, Tagon's thoughts began to drift, as if at this moment, they overlapped with those of his own Ms. Morgan.
"Even as ancient as Morgan and Gruumsh, they have never seen a city built in less than a month.
This can even be called a miracle, a broken tooth.
This human being will probably bring us more miracles."
Without denying Targon's point of view, Broken Tooth's gaze passed through the towering tower, through the busy workers on the tower, and through the orc warriors gathering under the city wall.
“Great Patriarch, your wisdom is unquestionable.
Can our warriors this time help Ivan and repel those invaders from another world?"
“Who knows?
But no matter what, we need to support our allies, right?"
The old shaman's eyes regained focus, and a heavy wooden stick was hung around his waist.
It seemed that this time, he did not intend to stay in the wilderness.
……
A shrill whistling sound echoed through the sky above Nield.
All three flying teams took off, including Lian and Leia, and all the drones rushed to the airspace west of Nield.
After the second team retreated safely, the half-dragons regrouped their aerial forces. More than thirty flying species, holding long-handled weapons, flew towards the mining town.
The flying speed of these guys was not slow to begin with, and with Shiva's constant urging, these burly flying species increased their speed to the limit.
"Forward! Attack at all costs!
This time, none of those nasty metal balls will be left!"
Silva, who was at the front of the team, roared in the hoarse voice that was unique to half-dragons.
Although the round ball that appeared from Nield disrupted their offensive rhythm;
If it was Shiva who organized this battle himself, the half-dragon soldiers would pause the attack and spend more time investigating the true combat power of the metal sphere.
But right now, it wasn't the enemy that Silva was worried about.
Previously at the Spine of the World, due to a mistake made by the advance corps, Valam tore the poor commander to pieces in front of nearly 10,000 soldiers.
It's a real tearing apart.
The half-dragon had his two wings plucked out first, and then his limbs were removed one by one amid sharp wailing and pleas for mercy, and his tail was stepped on by Valam and broken into several pieces.
The commander's wailing never stopped until his jaw was torn off.
In half-dragon society, powerful gods are equivalent to tyrants of kingdoms in the prime material world.
Their orders should never be disobeyed.
But at the same time, these brutal gods have endowed themselves with powerful armed forces.
Shiva tightened his grip on the long stick.
Finally, those flexible and cunning balls appeared in his field of vision.
"Samurai! Let them taste the wrath of Bahamut!"
Silva stopped suddenly and floated outside the opponent's shooting range.
"Shaped!"
As this unclear order was issued, more than thirty flying species raised their long sticks towards Shiva, or more precisely, towards the weapon in Shiva's hand.
This strange thing that looked like a fire stick began to emit dark red waves from the front end;
Then, the moment they approached the long stick in Silva's hand, they were attracted by some invisible force and gathered together to form a constantly circling and compressing energy ball.
When the size of the ball of light became larger than Shiva himself, the half-dragon pointed forward, kept swallowing the ball of air around it, and rushed violently towards Nield's drone formation!