Chapter 37: The Huge Gap of the 6th Wave
Within the half-plane, Wan Chuan commanded his Clan, with the remaining two thousand Stoneheart Halflings ready at the portal, poised for battle.
Stoneheart Halflings are a variant of Halflings that are identical in physical quality, but possess a talent unavailable to ordinary Halflings – the Stoneheart Talent. It grants them immunity to charms, significantly increases their resistance to fear and other negative states, and slows the decline of their morale.
In addition to that, Wan Chuan had equipped this group of Stoneheart Halflings with the warrior profession. Each warrior was ard to the teeth with chainmail, a short sword, a hand crossbow, and a small round shield.
Being unable to carry higher-ranked Clan mbers was unavoidable, but their combat strength could be compensated for in other ways.
Ard with shield, sword, and hand crossbow, they were prepared to face any enemy without any weak spots.
With this heavily gold-forged gear, they had crushed all enemies head-on with sheer strength, even the Furious Demons from the previous wave were taken down by sacrificing five to six hundred Stoneheart Halflings who tenaciously fought and killed them with their hand crossbows.
Six minutes later, the portal reopened, and he confidently watched as light waves from the portal arched over a figure that appeared not very tall – a…
“Elf? No, Half-Elf!”
His face involuntarily changed, and he gritted his teeth, finally rembering the teachings of his teacher and father not to interfere with the Clan ready for combat.
As one Half-Elf after another, ard with shields and swords, erged from the battlefield and ford ranks in front of the portal, a Stoneheart Halfling leader raised his short sword and cried out loudly:
“To the Supre, the Lord of the Earth, Son of the Mountain Range above, protect Your people. For Kagolas, charge!”
The prepared Stoneheart Halfling warriors pressed the triggers on their hand crossbows, and a rapid sequence of ‘whoosh, whoosh’ filled the air. A volley of crossbow arrows flew, and a flurry of clinking sounds soon followed as short crossbow arrows stuck into the Half-Elves’ round shields. Several plains warriors who were not fully covered were hit, but their seemingly ordinary leather armor turned out to be Magic Leather Armor. A faint shimr flashed, and many arrows that hit bounced off.
A wave of arrow rain proved ineffectual, and the Stoneheart Halfling leader swung his sword mightily, signaling the second wave of arrows to fly.
By this ti, more than two hundred Half-Elf warriors had entered from the portal, forming a half-circle to protect it. Then, under Wan Chuan’s gloomy gaze, one after another, Half-Elves wielding long bows stepped out, drew their bows and notched their arrows. The arrows whistled across the battlefield, and one with a ‘clang* pierced right through a Stoneheart Halfling’s round shield, the aftershock hitting the chest of the Halfling, penetrating the chainmail, and embedding several inches into the flesh.
Elves are a fully-fledged high-ranked Legendary Race, and although Half-Elves are not as powerful, they are still a dium race, top-tier in intelligence and potential among their tier.
Lin Xiao’s Black Scale Naga, although also a dium race, were still far behind the Half-Elves.
The mont the Half-Elf Archers made their appearance, Wan Chuan could no longer hold back and bestowed a Divine-mandate to his Clan. The remaining two thousand so Stoneheart Halflings charged at the Half-Elves under their leader’s command.
Previously, he had wanted to rely on his Clan’s hand crossbows to take down so from afar, but now it seed they were the ones being eliminated from a distance.
As a Deity, how could he not know what the Elves’ most famous forte was? Almost no Race can outshoot the Elves in remote combat, even if they are just Half-Elves.
As the Stoneheart Halflings moved, the Half-Elf warriors imdiately advanced to extend their defensive line, creating distance between themselves and the Half-Elf Archers behind them. With each arrow shot from the portal, a Halfling’s life was nearly guaranteed to be taken.
Two hundred Half-Elf warriors definitely couldn’t hold back two thousand Stoneheart Halflings, but they could withstand them for a while. And during that ti…
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By the ti the three hundredth half-elf had erged from the portal, the first half-elf archer to have co out had already shot his eighteenth arrow. The Stoneheart Halfling’s rectangular phalanx had been shot into a concave hollow, with seven or eight hundred bodies lying dead on the battlefield.
The loss in this short amount of ti was nearly as much as the last wave that had been sent to annihilate the furious demons.
Moreover, the loss continued to grow, every ti a bow was drawn and an arrow nocked, hundreds of Clan mbers would fall.
“We’ve lost!”
Wan Chuan shook his head in disappointnt. Although the remaining Clan mbers still outnumbered the half-elves, the outco had already been decided.
In the Yuan Hong Plane, the entire plane was deserted at this mont, except for Yuan Hong, who stood alone atop the Vault of Heaven, watching the half-elves who were steadily returning to the portal.
The sixth wave, contrary to his expectations, was not so kind of demon, but half-elves—three hundred Level 2 veteran half-elf archers. His thousand-plus Lizardman shooters were crushed in the exchange of fire.
And then there was no then; after losing the shootout, the other Lizardn were just targets, one by one shot dead without a chance to fight back.
In another plane, the Lizardman shooters were the sa, but the Lizardn in this plane had reddish skin, and the arrows they shot were glowing red as if they were rockets. The arrows pierced through shields, lting small holes in them.
Although their archery skills were sowhat inferior to those of the half-elves, the gap was not large, and they had the advantage in numbers. This group of Lava Lizardman shooters managed to narrowly win the direct shootout against the half-elves, with fewer than fifty Lava Lizardman shooters surviving in the end.
Yan Renjie truly deserved to be one of the two strongest students in the entire year; his raw strength was indeed formidable.
As for the second strongest in the year, Class One’s Wan Ying, her Clan of Harpies was not as powerful as the Lava Lizardman shooters. The reason she was ranked alongside Yan Renjie was that she had a hero—the Harpy Queen.
This was the queen of the Harpies, a long-range shooter capable of firing arrows with lightning damage.
But the most formidable thing wasn’t her lightning arrows; it was the hero spell “Lightning Chain.” Once she flew into the sky, a bolt of lightning as thick as an arm would strike, instantaneously killing four or five dozen half-elf archers.
A one-minute cooldown ti was quite short, and it took only three waves for the half-elf archers to be decimated.
With the start of the sixth wave, the victor was quickly decided within a short period. Except for Yan Renjie and Wan Ying, nearly everyone else was wiped out within five minutes, the only difference being who lasted slightly longer and achieved slightly more.
Except for Lin Xiao.
The Naga and the Fishn followed his tactics from the start, staying away from the portal and dispersing to execute guerrilla tactics.
Although a half-plane was only so large, and guerrilla tactics might as well have been a waiting-to-die strategy, his goal wasn’t really guerrilla warfare but simply to stall for ti.
The half-elves took control of the central area of the plane and began to eliminate the Naga and Fishn spread around the periter in small groups. The numbers of the small bands of Naga being killed by the superior force of half-elves dropped rapidly..
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