I was a lord farming, how did I become an emperor?

Chapter 87 Night Attack
"so……"

The White Frost Prophet lowered her voice, "Is it really going to work?"

After all, it was a lie he had made up himself!
The White Frost Prophet couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

"Ok?"

Seeing Bai Shuang's hesitation, Rhodes asked with a smile, "You don't believe in the Holy Lord?"

"of course not."

The White Frost Prophet quickly followed Rhodes's instructions and ordered all the wildlings to begin eating meat.

The savages, more devout than the prophet, picked up the half-pound of meat without hesitation and began to tear it apart.

Before long, all the chunks of meat were in their stomachs.

Tassa finished eating first.

As he swallowed the last bite of meat, he stared incredulously at his limbs, twisting his body in astonishment.

The next second, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Rhodes.

"Thank you, Holy Lord, for bestowing strength!"

Tassa's voice was filled with surprise and piety.

Immediately afterward, more and more savages finished eating the roasted meat, and like Tassa, they all turned and knelt before Rhodes!

"Thank you, Holy Lord, for bestowing strength!"

"Thank you, Holy Lord, for bestowing strength!"

……

The first common phrase they learned actually came in handy!
Gunther and Durant had long known this and understood the secret behind it.

These savages hadn't eaten much meat since arriving in Frostleaf Town, and today was their first day setting out.

The most surprised was the White Frost Prophet.

—Because this was a lie he helped Rhodes weave!

But looking at the situation before us, can it really be called a lie?
The White Frost Prophet, disregarding his image, hurriedly swallowed all the meat in his hand.

The next moment, he felt an unprecedented surge of energy fill his body, as if he had become ten years younger in an instant!
With a "thud," the White Frost Prophet also knelt down, his eyes filled with shock and fanaticism!
It's all true!

Rhodes chuckled and waved for everyone to rise: "Can you feel my power?"

Everyone nodded vigorously, their eyes gleaming with fighting spirit.

"very good,"

Rhodes' voice turned cold.
"Everyone, prepare yourselves. Remember, this is real war. Show no mercy!"

……

……

The shadows of night enveloped the grass, and the damp air was filled with the buzzing of mosquitoes.

The sentry rubbed his sore eyes, sweat trickling down his forehead and soaking his collar.

The mosquito bites made his life very difficult. Even though he was a highly patient elite, he still cursed under his breath to vent his frustration.

As a lookout, one must be extremely careful when scratching the skin bitten by mosquitoes.

He carefully dug at the cold, damp soil with his hands, his fingernails filled with black mud.

Just as he was patiently complaining, a rustling sound caught his attention.

He held his breath instantly, tilted his ears slightly, and focused intently on finding the source of the sound, but there was no response.

Suddenly, a chilling gust of wind swept in from behind without warning!

"Oops!"

The sentry's heart tightened, and before he could react, a suffocating sensation suddenly gripped his throat.

A sharp, intense pain shot through my neck, as if something had pierced it deeply.

He opened his mouth to shout, but the sound got stuck in his throat as a thin but rough hand tightly covered his mouth.

"Woo!"

A deep voice sounded, and the sentry struggled for only a few moments before his body went limp and he collapsed into the grass, lifeless.

……

……

Alaya felt her sentries stop moving, and her heartbeat calmed down a little.

She slowly released her grip, her palms sweaty, her breathing so soft it was almost inaudible. She turned and waved to the darkness behind her, a short but decisive gesture.

Four or five figures immediately emerged from the shadows and followed like ghosts.

They crouched low, moved lightly and silently toward the camp.

Meanwhile, in the ravine to the northeast, Rennes was also busy.

He led a small team, crouching low as they slipped into the woods and swiftly eliminated the hidden sentries in the ravine.

A bird's call echoed softly in the night sky.

This is a unique signal used by hunting teams to inform others that the target has been cleared.

Upon hearing this voice, a cold glint flashed in Rhodes' eyes, and he waved his hand.
"Remember, don't hold back."

His deep, concise voice carried a chilling, authoritative air.

Under the cover of night, twenty armored soldiers, at the very front, crouched low and advanced stealthily, shields in hand.

Following them were four rows of savage spearmen.

When they were still a hundred meters away from the patrol team, the two hunting teams made their move first.

"Shhhhhh!"

Several arrows tore through the night sky, hurtling towards the patrol team with a whooshing sound!

The patrol soldiers were caught off guard and collapsed to the ground before they could even scream!
The hunters in the hunting party were highly skilled archers; every arrow seemed to have eyes and strike the vital points directly.

However, the patrol team that Chris arranged was no pushover either.

One of the patrolmen fell while still clutching his whistle tightly.

With his last breath, he trembled as he blew the warning whistle.

The whistle was sharp and short, piercing the silence of the night like a needle!

"Enemy attack!"

The sentries in the camp were suddenly awakened and shouted at the top of their lungs, their voices instantly booming through the night sky!

The sleeping soldiers were completely awakened, and the camp instantly erupted into chaos!

"charge!"

At Rod's command, the guards beside him immediately blew the horn for attack!

Since they could no longer hide, the hunting team stopped trying to conceal their activities.

Countless arrows rained down like a storm, raining down on the crowd around the campfire!

Just as Rhodes had instructed, the soldiers gathered together did not need to aim; as long as the direction was accurate, they should keep firing!
In an instant, several figures fell to the ground, screams, shouts, and commands rose and fell, and the camp was in chaos, like a pot of boiling porridge!

"Take cover! Take cover now! Raise your shields!"

An experienced veteran shouted at the top of his lungs and pulled the terrified recruit behind him with his shield.

Immediately afterward, more recruits reacted, and in a panic, they raised their shields, huddled together, and formed a shield formation like a tortoise shell!

The arrows struck the shield with muffled thuds, making the recruits' hands tremble.

But the effect was very obvious; the rain of arrows was blocked!
"Archers! Counterattack!"

Someone shouted in desperation, but the archers couldn't find their target at all.

They stared wide-eyed, desperately scanning the darkness, but couldn't even catch a glimpse of the enemy.

The hunting party hid in the dark woods and bushes, unlike the camp which lay in ambush in the woods and bushes.

The archers only found their target when a row of dark shadows appeared on the grass ahead, and immediately began to return fire.

"Clang clang clang!"

The sound of metal clashing rang out repeatedly, clearly indicating that all the arrows were blocked by the shields.

"Launch! Launch them all!"

The command came again from behind, and the archers immediately raised their bows and fired at the sky in front of them.

The only response they received was the whistling of the wind.

Through the gaps in the shield, the recruit saw a row of spears falling from the sky like meteorites, heading straight for his face!

boom!
The sharp spear pierced through the shield, instantly cutting the recruit to the core!
The new recruits next to them were not spared either; their pitiful screams once again pierced the night sky!

Bang bang bang!
The defensive position, which had just been formed with shields, was smashed to pieces by spears in the blink of an eye.

The key point is that the spear throws are not limited to just one round!
(End of this chapter)