Chapter 613: 616. Collapse
"He’s breathing heavily!" A soldier quivered, holding his long spear, and repeated once more, "He’s starting to breathe heavily! He’s tired!"
"Yes, he’s tired."
Another soldier beside him responded numbly, but had no intention of turning around.
Just desperately using a thick cloak from the military supplies, beating against the wreckage near the Ring Mountain’s gap with those around him.
Hoping to extinguish the fire at the exit as soon as possible.
Darkley was an experienced commander, but he’d never fought a battle where thousands faced just one person.
The formation couldn’t be deployed properly, and the strength of thousands couldn’t concentrate on the ’small’ individual.
Thus, sensibly enough, he still dispatched several soldiers, aiming to carve out a path through the mountain fire by manpower in case the warlock was eliminated.
The mountain fire had now spread greatly, everyone was moving towards the center of the mountain slope, and many on the edges had been roasted or suffocated to death.
The number of these deaths even exceeded those killed in combat. Because flas are always an extrely efficient killing thod.
"Shut up! Extinguish the fire! Extinguish the fire and let
out!"
Duke Adal stood on the platform, spitting, and hysterically yelled at the soldiers below.
With Lann’s furious slaughter and the encroaching mountain fire, even the most carefree person now felt involuntary liver trembling.
The high-pressure dangerous environnt could destroy human rationality, even the most trivial matters could cause complete psychological breakdown under such conditions.
And this blazing Ring Mountain was the peak of high-pressure environnt.
Watching the mountain fire spread towards oneself, watching comrades on the outer circle get burned, roasted, and choked to death alive, and yet no escape route had been cleared... Every mont Niflgaard soldiers scread desperately and frantically amidst the fire of the mountain.
The whole mountain hollow seed to turn into hell.
And not just the mountain fire exerted psychological pressure on them...
That Niflgaard soldier tremblingly holding the long spear suddenly widened his eyes, "Bomb! Alchemy Bomb! Duck..."
But the alchemy bomb being thrown was much quicker than his words.
The bomb exploded in the air above the group extinguishing the fire, instantly a large mass of yellow-green gas settled down.
The crowd of Niflgaard soldiers packed in the gap of the Ring Mountain first looked up in terror, then scrambled madly like a panicked school of sardines.
"Move! I want to leave!"
But undeniably, human groups did not possess the coordinated ability of sardine schools.
The yellow-green gas settled down, encountering the first wisp of fla, and then—"Boom!!!"
Another explosive blaze!
In the suddenly ballooning flas, those clad in armor seed locked in, making a ’sizzle’ sound of proteins searing on an iron pan along with dreadful screams.
And those who had long since shed their armor due to heat, simply covered their heads and faces and scread, only quieting down a bit quicker than those in armor.
In the distant shadows of the firelight, Lann breathed slightly hastily, lowering his left hand holding the "Alder’s Rune".
If this were only a mountain fire, even with such a disadvantageous terrain, these thousands of Niflgaard troops still had a chance to make a breakthrough.
But now, he was still there.
A "Dragon’s Dream
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