Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 745 - 516 Comprehensive Counterattack_3

Chapter 745: Chapter 516 Comprehensive Counterattack_3

The Frost Giant White Dragon Knight asked with a dry throat, "It’s just, do you know if his ability to control these Nightshadows is permanent? Or temporary?"

"With such powerful abilities, there are usually significant limitations. Not only are these Nightshadows temporary, but his ability to control them isn’t something he can use casually. He didn’t use it until the Six-armed Snake Demon showed up, and the attack it initially suffered from was of a Law nature, infused with the essence of Undead and Revenge. If one day we truly confront him, we must avoid this type of attack," Raymond said, proving his status as a Quasi-Legendary Mage by deducing so much just from observation.

"I hope such a day never comes," said the Frost Giant White Dragon Knight, coughing due to his even drier throat as he drained his mug of ale. "Let’s get one thing straight, if you ever pick a fight with such an enemy without cause, don’t blame me for abandoning our years of friendship and walking away. I haven’t had my fill of good food and drink yet, and I don’t want to be turned into a Nightshadow, much less raise a hand against my own friends."

"I haven’t gone senile yet. Why would I provoke someone like that when it’s already too late to make his acquaintance?" Raymond also drained his glass and said, "He has already spotted us. We can’t just sit back and do nothing. Old pal, it’s time to stretch those muscles!"

The young Baron named Gaven, while leading the cavalry in pursuit of the fleeing Trolls, suddenly stopped in his tracks, turned, and flashed a cordial and friendly smile, waving in their direction.

Clearly, the invisibility spell he had cast above the clouds failed to deceive him.

"We didn’t intervene when they were at a critical juncture. Is it appropriate to help now that they have a clear advantage?" the Frost Giant White Dragon Knight couldn’t figure out Raymond’s intentions this time.

"Adding flowers to the brocade is certainly not as good as sending charcoal in snowy weather, but it’s better than doing nothing," Raymond chuckled. "Even if they have already wiped out the enemy, making an appearance at the end is also a kind of favor, a way of showing goodwill. I’ll help them intercept the Trolls while you clear out those scattering Demons, especially the Transcendent ones. Don’t let them get away. If they spread to the surroundings of Ruitawen, they become our problem."

"All right," the Frost Giant said without further ado, tossing aside his oversized mug, whistling loudly. The White Dragon, which had been feigning sleep, roared and took to the air, sweeping over the Frost Giant, who smoothly leapt and landed securely on its back.

The Frost Giant White Dragon Knight, now in battle mode, followed the direction in which the Demons had fled.

Raymond, meanwhile, summoned a Gryphon mount and galloped towards the direction of the fleeing Trolls, which was towards the Wailing Dwarf Kingdom.

Any creature, when threatened with their life, instinctively runs towards their home, their den. The Trolls were no exception.

Upon arrival, they were arrogantly unmatched.

But in retreat, they were in a miserable plight, like dogs that had lost their homes.

The migrant army’s infantry, the elite strike force that burst into action in their midst, and the three flanking cavalry units had combined forces.

However, they split again: the Hobgoblin Giant led by Blood Claw and the Elite Infantry led by Kopofiel stopped at the entrance of Blood Gorge.

On one hand, they reorganized their defenses and put on a show, to prevent other forces from seizing the opportunity to attack them, threatening the safety of the migrant army.

On the other, they cleaned up the battlefield, rescued the wounded, killed the Monsters that weren’t yet dead, gathered the corpses, and prevented secondary disasters such as undead transformations, especially since the area had temporarily connected to the Abyssal Plane, so the chances of such events occurring were greater than usual.

Gaven, leading Nightshadow and the Goliath Battle Group with three cavalry units in tow, bit tightly at the heels of the fleeing trolls, and it was apparent that their aim was not just to annihilate them, but also to seize the opportunity to conquer the Wailing Dwarf Kingdom in one fell swoop.

It wasn’t just a possibility; it was highly likely.

Most of the Monster Tribe was composed of able-bodied combatants, men and women, with only a few elderly and children left out of the fight.

The situation was similar in the Wailing Dwarf Kingdom; all the trolls capable of fighting had emptied the nest, leaving behind few forces. They were not adept at construction and management, and their defensive fortifications were probably weak, certainly unable to withstand a single charge from elite forces.

Realizing this, Raymond decided to increase their chances of success.

He flew directly to the front of the escaping troll soldiers, where a gigantic firewall suddenly rose into the air.

A standard firewall spell is a level-four spell, only one and a half meters wide, six meters high, and twenty to thirty meters long.

This firewall had been expanded threefold, three and a half meters wide, eighteen meters high, and nearly two hundred meters long.

Because this was not a level-four spell, but a nine-ring spell enhanced by a Supermagic Feat, the rolling heat emanating from it could be distinctly felt even from a dozen meters away.

Unless it was a creature immune to fire, no one dared to charge into such a firewall. The highly concentrated flame elements contained within could directly ignite anyone trapped inside, not to mention trolls, who naturally feared fire.

Their bodies tended to be quite greasy, often appearing damp on the surface, not from sweat, but from grease.

This secretion of grease was related to their regenerative abilities.

The stronger their regenerative power, the more grease secreted as a result of their body’s metabolism, and the greater the damage from fire attacks on their skin, which in turn further stimulated the trolls to secrete even more grease, a typical vicious cycle.

Strong acid caused significant damage to trolls also because of this grease, which increased the corrosiveness of the acid. Therefore, troll grease was a highly sought-after acid enhancement agent by many alchemists.

The trolls who discovered the huge firewall immediately adjusted their direction, scattering along the sides of the firewall, only to quickly realize in despair that another firewall had risen at the end, blocking their path.

They ran aimlessly like headless flies, changing direction toward their sides, but after just a few dozen steps, they had to stop as yet another massive firewall rose up before them.

This area had turned into a vast firewall pocket trap, and hundreds of trolls charged headfirst into it.

Gaven, in the air, instantly recognized the trap and immediately made adjustments to the three pursuing cavalry brigades.