The periter of Thorn City was surrounded by a dense circle of monstrous appearances, followed by rows of fully cloaked casters in the back. The leading caster in navy robes pointed forward effortlessly. Comnce attack!
The slaves eyes glowed red as they began clawing towards the vulnerable Botanian city with uncontrollable bloodlust.
Despite being protected by three formidable thorn Botanians, Thorn City was weak. It was nothing to the slaves for theyd survived countless battles at this point. Simply put, Thorn City was pathetic by their standards.
The Botanian citizens bobbed their heads from atop the city front as they spat their deadly green mucus. In just a blink of an eye, the sky had turned into a sticky ocean of green that rushed towards its nearest invaders.
There were cannon fodders among the cannon fodders; the slaves that were squeezed to the outermost ring were mostly weak. Yet, theyd shouldered most of the mucus damage. The unfortunate weaklings had no support nor capabilities to boast about. All they could do was screech and cry as they slowly disintegrated into a puddle of juices.
The green viscous mucus was the Botanians strongest weapon. The casters had devised multiple counterasures but none of them could work on a wider scale; it could barely protect the casters as a whole, let alone the slaves, who could only relent and bet their lives.
As rows of weaker slaves perished, stronger slaves stepped up to replace them. Their loss was rely temporary. From their nurous battles, the slaves knew that these Botanians would be vulnerable as soon as they were forced into close combat situations. For now, their focus was to close the distance between them and the Botanians. Regular Botanians were physically weak and their mucus was their only deterrent. Their combat capabilities were pathetically inadequate.
As the frontmost cannon fodders succumbed to the mucus, a giant crocodile monster erged from between and lunged towards the walls of Thorn City. The eight-tre-long giant crocodile base-rank monster barely flinched under the assault of the green sli. Since it was a water-attribute monster that spent most of its ti imrsed in mud, it had incredibly tough scales and a thick layer of soil matter caked on top of its skin. Those had greatly cushioned the damage of the Botanian mucus.
Oh, I didnt know this could work, Locke smirked. He had been watching the battle unfold from behind. The crocodiles violent moves at the frontlines were projected through the crystal ball in his grip.
For slaves that lacked protective structures, an armour of mud as such could help resist most of the slis corrosion. However, its effectiveness was limited. The crocodiles thick mud layer was slowly lting away as more Botanian mucus clung to its body.
After all, the green sli could lt away steel armour and iron plates. The mud armour was bound to be inadequate. The crocodile let out a deafening roar soon enough. Locke could see through the crystal ball that its shimring scales were softening upon contact with the mucus. Almost imdiately, traces of scarlet ca trickling down the length of its huge body. Its mud armour was finally gone.
The subsequent wave of mucus was coming. The competent base-rank major monster was about to suffer the sa death as its weaker counterparts; all that would be left of it would be bones in a puddle of red.
Yet, the bloody outco didnt arrive as anticipated. Countless bright spots began manifesting in the skies then a massive load of powerful magic attacks ca raining down onto the battlefield.
Bursting flas!
Eternal frost!
Terra spikes!
Raging hurricane!
The soul reapers beam!
The mucus wave of Thorn Citys citizens imdiately paled in comparison in the face of such a majestic barrage of attacks. The slaves at the forefront that hadnt been touched by the mucus were either vaporised or frozen directly by the violent spells, which created a barrier of isolation on the periphery of Thorn City, protecting the slaves but wounding the Botanians.
There was a trace of fear in the giant crocodiles eyes when it noticed the elental tide. It glared at it with unhinged wrath, almost as if it was so sort of monster. It beca obvious that it and its kind had once gotten attacked by the ocean of elents.
The giant crocodile roared to the skies. It wished to scare away its horror with sound. The slave tossed its massive iron tail, the red in its eyes deepening by the second. It imdiately picked up its pace and threw itself against Thorn Citys front. Bam! The ground shook as the crocodile collided with the citys southwest wall.
Since the city was made of wood, it began to buckle under the relentless impact. A huge opening was created in its centre, revealing countless regular Botanians that were trembling in fear.
The crocodile staggered a little after the impact, a little overwheld by the force. It shook its nacing face and gaped its jaw. There were rows of barbs embedded deep into its scales and gum beds.
Much like its na, the city lords of Thorn City were thorn Botanians. This was ho to a large population of their kind. Hence, it had been easy for the citizens to scatter thorns and barbs all across the city walls as a defence strategy.
The giant crocodile ignored the thorns that pierced through its face. It took a step back before lunging forward towards the wall once again. Amid the screeches and cries of the regular Botanians, the opening in the wall widened.
The crocodile reached in with its jaw to drag a few Botanian guards out of the hole. With a flick of its thick scarlet tongue, several Botanian soldiers were tossed into the sky and greeted by foul-slling darkness filled with stomach acid upon their fall. Most of the slaves began swarming towards the freshly made opening. Though the Botanians had outnumbered the slaves, their numbers were barely an advantage. They were nothing more but food in the eyes of the monstrous slaves.
Stay where you are! Dont panic! A mango general tried to maintain order among its subordinates.
The city front was in chaos; no one was listening.
It was then that a crisp sound rang out. Crunch! The giant crocodile had snapped the mango general in half at the waist; there was now one less mango Botanian on the battlefield.
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