Youve arrived. Long before our arrival, the scouts we sent ahead had already inford Violet Snow of our impending arrival so she wasnt all that surprised to see us now. She blandly acknowledged our arrival before continuing on, Theres exactly 300 captives here with us right now, do you want them?
Theres no such thing as too much fodder.
By now, the battle had already been decided. The hellhound unit was currently circling the survivors to prevent them from escape. Should they decide to make a concerted push, the cavalry devils would rely scatter before making using of their superior mobility to reform and charge. Naturally, the dusas would step in to stop the escapees as well.
However, with the rodents natural fear of the dusas and the airborne harpies ready to toss their javelins, there was basically no chance of them succeeding. Their previous attempts at escape ended in their complete defeat with them shrinking back in fear before ever touching the hellhound encirclent, the reason being that those who didnt try to escape werent attacked at all. That was the lesson the escaping rodents swiftly learnt.
Violet Snows intentions were clear for all to see. Round them all up and wait for more rodents to show up. That was the tactic she was familiar with and employed to great effect.
After all, baiting their enemies into a trap was a lot smarter than foolishly rushing into their stronghold. They even let a few rat children escape to ensure that their leader would receive their cry for help.
Initially, those rodents tried to fight us head on but the mont they realized they couldnt win, they imdiately fled. After multiple attempts at baiting them out, we finally managed to capture these rats who tried to ambush us.
The pack was mostly comprised of the young and healthy. They probably ford the backbone of their fighting force so as long as we keep them here, theres no need to worry about their leader not coming to save them. In fact, Im betting those three-stars in there have so sort of relationship to the four-star leaders. Having roughly recounted what happened and what she was planning, she ended with this, Right now, all we have to do is wait patiently.
Youre that sure that the ratman leader will try and save them? I heard that these rats are pretty fertile, shouldnt they be more cavalier about their descendants?
Theyll definitely co. She barked without any hesitation in her voice. As long as we kill off these little rats, there will be a gap in their clans inheritance (TL: genetic mory) and thats sothing they cant allow. Besides, after that thrashing I gave them recently, its about ti for them to break their silence and counterattack.
Recently, these rats started to have ambitions of ruling the Prison of the Dead. Being pushed around like this probably stung especially since such a cowardly display ran contrary to their grand ambitions of subjugating the prison. In that case, were those rodents planning to strike back soon?
Is that why you called over?
Mhm, even with these forces, I cant guarantee that Ill be able to hold off their concerted attack.
Despite what she said, there was still the option of running away if the situation looked grim. However, with Habonas smooth retake of the lizardman clan, Violet Snows performance seed rather lacklustre in comparison.
For a competitive puppy like her, it was truly an awkward developnt. Dont forget, these two ladies werent exactly on the best of terms either.
As we discussed that, Numila ca over having just settled so matters with her own clan.
Even though she already spotted from a distance away, she didnt run over and hug like usual but instead nodded her head and in an emotionless voice, said, The scouts have just reported back, theres a horde of ratn approaching us, roughly an hour away.
It was a short report but the mont those words left her mouth, Violet Snows ears imdiately perked up and a grin crossed her lips, an excited grin. So, theyve finally co.
The Abaddon Rodents are attacking!?
Whether or not they were here to save their brethren or vent their anger, it looks like these rodents finally decided to put themselves on the chopping block. Thats right, the chopping block.
Given the extre speeds of these harpies, the information brought back by that scout was definitely up-to-date. With just an hour left, we should start preparing right away.
However, that report was didnt give much to work with, for example, I needed exact numbers. Thus, I decided to press her for more information, How many are there?
Roughly ten thousand. She replied, using that sa, bland tone. However, the number that left her mouth was anything but normal.
We had less than 50 hellhound riders and we didnt have that many dusas either less than 600 or so other than my devils, we had roughly two thousand or so harpies bringing our combined numbers to roughly 4000 devils. Our opponent on the other hand was a whole digit higher than us
Before the arrival of rodent horde, we still had a lot of preparations to finish. The first of which was handling those 300 rodent captives. What to do with them?
Violet Snows opinion was that they were a bother and we should just kill them off. Manasha was neutral on this while Harlow and Majosha simply followed her decision. Elena was as quiet as always while Numila basically had no opinion of her own and simply followed mine. Big 5 wasnt a part of the decision making process.
As for my own opinionsI felt we should keep them alive for now. However, with the prisons desolate environnt, there werent any resources for miscellaneous objects like ropes. Thus, these defeated rodents ended up being handed over to Big 5s unit and 20 other dusas for safekeeping. Having been herded to a dead end, all they had to do was guard this singular exit.
Seeing that was what I decided upon, the rest didnt express much objection to it either and followed my instructions.
Thus, Majosha began the task of herding the captives into their corner. Faced against their natural predators, these 300 rodents didnt even dare to squeak as they obediently entered that dead end. The mont all of them were accounted for, Big 5 imdiately blocked off the exit with his riders.
With the other escape routes blocked off, the little rodents began to panic and tried to escape. Seeing as the riders stood in the way of the only escape route, they turned around and charged at the hellhound riders in hopes of breaking through the encirclent. Unfortunately for them, before they could even take a second step, the 20 dusas mixed in with the hellhounds, reared their snaky heads.
The young ratn at the head imdiately braked, legs trembling as they fixed their panicked eyes on the dusas. Standing right before them, was a predator who specifically preyed on their race. In the face of such a terror, it wasnt strange that they froze with fear. After all, using a at bun to beat a dog wasnt the smartest thing to do either, though it was probably a rat bun in this case and it was a snake that was the target.
With the captives safely secured, the next thing we had to do was collect the bone javelins. Our previous clash with the rodents had basically expended all of the harpies ammunition so recollecting these javelins was absolutely critical especially given our tight schedule. Hopefully, most of them were still intact.
If I had known that such a colossal battle awaited us, I wouldve instructed Numilas harpies to pack a couple more javelins before coming. Even though six javelins would slow them to so extent, these extra javelins couldve been split with Elenas harpies.
A while later, all the serviceable javelins had been scavenged. Adding on the javelins that we brought and those that werent used, we had over 10000 javelins to throw.
With that, the captives and the issue of ammunition had been taken care of, next was rest. The devils in Violet Snows army had just fought a battle so they were now in the midst of a break. They feasted on so ratn at and souls while waiting for the ratn horde to arrive.
Speaking of the horde, how does your mind even process 10000 over rats? The mont I laid eyes on such a sight with the help of Numila lifting up into the air, I saw nothing but a sea of black flowing towards us like a wave. The prison hallway was filled to the brim with squirming furry dots with only the bony white walls serving a stark contrast to the sea of black.
Fortunately, I didnt suffer from trypophobia or I wouldve really suffered a major attack there.
Looking at the spearhead of the ratn horde, I couldnt help but feel a bit sorry for those poor souls. Without any weapons in hand, these ratn rushed forward towards their death.
Numilas and Elenas harpies swiftly took to the air before the advance party of the ratn even arrived and without any hesitation, fired the first wave of bone javelins. With claws gripped firmly around the javelins, they built up so distance between their targets before tossing their payload in a short dive of sorts.
The rain of javelins descended on the advance party and peppered their furry bodies. However, the first wave didnt accomplish much with less than a hundred ratn dying while the others rely suffered minor injuries.
While it might not sound impressive, lets not forget that the harpies didnt possess a pair of hands but rely the claws on their feet. Given such circumstances, they naturally werent able to control their toss. All they could guarantee was that the javelins left their hands, as for whether it hit or what it hit, that was all up to luck.
It was precisely this lack of accuracy that resulted in so little casualties. Even so, such a flashy thod was perfect for damaging their morale.
This reminded of the first ti I played LoLback then, I didnt know what last hitting ant. As long as it was an enemy creep(mob), I just hit it with my basic attack, all the way from 100% to 0%. Basically, I was able to snag a couple of kills per minutelater on, I found out that this was called pushing.
The harpies were basically pushing right now.
Putting aside the matter of their accuracy for now, they clearly demonstrated the fruits of their training. Like a squadron of fighter jets, they were able dart around the air while firing off javelins. It rely took them two minutes to unload a complete volley. A total of four thousand javelins were thrown in this volley and the results were pretty good.
There were over a thousand casualties with half of the survivors losing their ability to fight. While this wasnt much in the grand sche of things, dont forget we still had over ten thousand javelins to go.
As for why it took them two minutes just to throw their javelins, that had to do with the new thod of reloading I taught them. Normally, the spare javelins were slung on their bodies. However, because they had no arms, they had difficulty reaching for their spare javelins. In fact, they would even drop the javelin by mistakesigh, this racial trait of theirs was such a stumbling block. In fact, it almost made abandon the idea after the first session of training.
Later on however, I thought of an idea to solve this issue. Now, a harpy javelineer worked in pairs where they would help each other reload. Instead of grabbing the javelins themselves, they would snatch it from their partner. Being a race that acted like bandits most of the ti, they took to this thod like fish to water.
Now that the first volley was completed, the four thousand strong squadron began reloading. Closing on each other, they promptly began the highly complicated aerial maneuver of using their claws to grab a javelin slung over their partners breasts
With bone javelins in hand, it was ti for the second volley.
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