I kissed the statue at the beginning and I vomited all over the floor

Before, Alvin had only seen hundreds of people charging at the same time in one scenario - when the school had lunch at 12 o'clock. The scene was both exciting and spectacular.

Now, facing an entire grade of students running here in a daze, Alvin experienced what it used to feel like as the cafeteria auntie.

“According to the plan, the second team will retreat!

Spellcasting team! Hurry up and start casting spells at the points you are responsible for!"

After saying that, Alvin pulled Xiling up and ran back.

It's nothing. If the group of people rushing over had fierce looks on their faces but were wearing school uniforms and holding mobile phones, it wouldn't be a big deal.

But the group of people rushing over with fierce looks on their faces and crawling on all fours...it’s better to run away as soon as possible.

As soon as Ivan finished speaking, the weak-legged group in the back row - the heads of various regions, released the second-ring magic [Fire Burning Magic] towards the small holes that had been drilled in the ground in advance.

This druid magic, which only appeared in the past thousand years, was like a pair of rapidly crisscrossing meteors with tails, flying into the hole with scorching heat.

The Fallen Elves were very fast. Before Alvin and the others could reach the back row where the spellcasting group was standing, most of them were already standing in the depression.

Those on all fours were about to cross the depression and could tear Alvin and his group to pieces with just a few leaps.

Fortunately, at this time, the high temperature flame of [Fire Burning Technique] had already penetrated the ice layer.

First there were a few dull roars, the sound was restricted from spreading under the ice;

Then, there was a series of explosions, the number of which was indistinguishable, and the ice in the depression was shattered into fine pieces by the shock wave.

In the middle of the depression, there was an "ice mound" that was visible to the naked eye, and on top of it stood a large number of fallen elves.

The methane gas in the depression unique to this haze forest has exploded!

When the noise died down, the druids responsible for casting the spells dared to turn around and admire their "masterpieces".

They stared in amazement at the gray-black blood clots and broken limbs falling from the sky, and at the vacuum area that was cleared out at the center of the explosion.

But the most exciting thing was that on the other side of the depression far from the explosion range, the fallen elves were cut into several pieces by the ice fragments that swept across;

Some half-elves were still alive and were trying to crawl towards Ivan and the others using their remaining arms.

A female druid vomited directly, and vomited very thoroughly. The faces of several other men were not very good either, and it seemed that they would vomit rainbows in the next second.

With many experiences in this situation, Alvin reacted very quickly. He twisted his waist and dodged the attack of the female druid.

But Todd behind him was not so lucky. Uncle Todd, who was already in poor physical condition, faced the attack head-on.

Fortunately, the attacker was not good at Ivan's parabolic throwing method, so Todd's robe was only splashed with it.

Alvin turned around, pinched twice the little hand that he had just grabbed in the chaos, and then looked back with great pride.

Of the more than four hundred Fallen Ones, only a few dozen of the slow ones are still standing opposite the depression. The rest are either broken or torn apart, and even if they are still breathing, they do not pose much threat.

"Alright everyone, let's start the cleanup!"

Alvin, filled with pride, laughed heartily and raised his hand to try out his new magic.

However, the cold voice coming from behind him made him feel something was wrong.

"Get out of the way, and let go of my sister's hands, too."

It had been a long time since I heard Xiling's tone so cold. Ivan turned his head mechanically and saw Xiling, who seemed to be emitting dark air, and Lian, whose face was pale as she was being held by his hand.

……

Without any accidents, the sniper team returned to the base safely.

Emm, it's not completely intact. Todd lost his beloved robe, and Ivan... Ivan lost his good looks.

Boll is preparing the second round of plans at the base.

The first step was for Ivan and his team to attack the largest group of Fallen in the bottom lane.

Afterwards, you have to quickly return to the city and prepare with the defense team to deal with the faster-moving Fallen in the middle and top lanes.

The combined number of these two groups is much greater than the group of fallen elves that were just blown away by the methane gas.

Judging from the speed of the different routes, the group of Fallen approaching from the forest road will arrive first, with a number of about four hundred;

After three or four natural hours, the group of fallen elves in the north will also join the battlefield.

Therefore, the second round of plan is to use the city defense system of the garrison to eliminate as many vanguard troops as possible in the shortest time possible.

This will give the main combatants enough time to catch their breath and deal with the Fallen ones who will arrive later in the north and central regions.

Bol, who was arranging defenses behind the city wall, looked at Ivan with a bruised face and shook his head helplessly.

Although I knew that this trip would inevitably involve risks, I didn't expect the risks to come from within the team.

"Okay everyone, you can still take a break for a natural hour.

Those lunatics are not far behind you."

So he waved his hand and let the returning team rest.

Todd took off his robe and put on a set of defense leather armor, walked up to the city wall and looked at his nervous colleagues around him.

Among this group of druids, except for himself, almost none of them had experienced the first few years of fighting in the North District, and most of them were newcomers who joined later.

For example, Il is a contemporary of Senna.

It’s just that Senna was tricked into coming here by Bol, and Il was transferred here because Bol tirelessly wrote letters for help to the headquarters.

Fortunately, Ilrein and his men have relatively high combat talents, and they were known as the kind of “ruthless guys” who could kill the invading gray wolves and brown bears in their own area.

But the condition of the others was very bad. Including the defense team, they all held their weapons tightly and stared ahead with nervous expressions.

It is not good to keep this tense state for too long before standing.

Look, the handle of the sickle in Senna's hand is almost bent by her...

Fortunately, the appearance of a figure made everyone suddenly relax.

Ivan, staring at the big pig head, made a brilliant appearance, and then began to cast healing spells under everyone's eyes.

As the perverted moans came out of Ivan's throat, the druids on the city wall couldn't help but laugh softly.

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Alvin pretended to be relaxed and joked with the people around him.

"Let me tell you something. We beat up that group of fallen elves this morning. Not a single intact one was left on the ground...

And that pretty elf, she was really amazing, she had no way to deal with several Fallen Ones with weapons...

You didn’t see Todd either, tut tut tut, he was wearing a dirty robe, running wherever there were a lot of people, and frightened those biting monsters…”

Alvin didn't understand the true pre-war mobilization, but he understood the principle of making a great effort at the first blow, then declining, and finally exhausting it.

Ivan's plan was to provide some jokes and relax these druids who were so nervous that they could not control themselves.

Boll, who followed behind and walked up the high wall, saw this scene and nodded without comment.

This bastard saved me a lot of effort.

As Ivan was making jokes, a rolling black wave finally appeared on the horizon.