bestfiction Chapter 333 Lake Trap
Chapter 333 Lake Trap
A large battle formation suddenly erupted within the military camp.
A series of interconnected killing formations, combined with a trapping array, suddenly appeared within the military camp. The cultivator at the array's core was manipulating the array to protect those inside.
but.....
Clearly, when setting up this trap, the warriors of the Flame Wolf Army did not consider that the barbarians would launch a large-scale teleportation attack.
The barbarian warriors were all tall and strong, with thick skin and tough flesh.
Every barbarian has totems tattooed on their body. These totems are not just a form of decoration or a way to distinguish tribes, but also a kind of spiritual rune.
Spiritual runes tattooed on the body are usually caused by cultivation techniques, but not for barbarians; they are the power contained in their bloodline.
According to research by an anonymous source tracer, this is a form of slavery mark.
The problem is that their masters must have been wiped out, with no bloodline remaining.
This slave mark is inherited through bloodline and automatically operates from the moment the other party is born, absorbing spiritual energy to make them strong and powerful. Even a "mortal" can easily fight back and forth with a cultivator in the middle or late stage of Qi Refining.
Of course, the aftereffects are enormous. On the one hand, the birth rate of the barbarians is very low. On the other hand, the probability of cultivators appearing among them is also very low. Ordinary humans have the opportunity to embark on the path of immortality as long as they have spiritual roots, while they have to go through a life-and-death tribulation with their mortal bodies to break through the suppression of the slave seal.
Fortunately, no bloodline of the master remained; otherwise, the strength of the slave seal would have prevented any cultivators from emerging from the barbarian tribe.
These slave marks create a subtle connection between the barbarians, making trapping formations ineffective against them, while their powerful physiques allow them to move freely even within killing formations.
As soon as the formation was activated, the barbarian elites began to search for the formation's core. Having fought against the Seven Wolf Armies in the southern battlefield for a long time, they were already familiar with the Flame Wolf Army's combat methods.
The warriors of the Flame Wolf Army never expected that what they thought would be a "rest" and a "vacation" on the eastern coast would turn into a brutal close-quarters battle with barbarians, a reality usually reserved for the most brutal battlefields.
Death is spreading, blood is soaking the earth, and lives are falling every moment.
Zhong Ming's first thought was of his newly accepted apprentice, whom he had initially thought was luckier than himself, whose family had only been forced to relocate. But now...
At least he didn't have to face Gao Jin at that time, while You Cai really had to hide from the combined attack of the barbarians and merfolk.
He ran incredibly fast, rushing down the mountain at breakneck speed, but if viewed from the sky, he would see that the battle line was moving towards the mountain.
Just as Zhong Ming reached the foot of the mountain, the sound of water stopped.
An indescribable sense of crisis instantly permeated his entire body. He glanced back and saw that behind the waterfall, rocks collapsed like a landslide, revealing rows of dark cannon barrels.
These cannon barrels are not thick, only about the size of a bowl.
If you ask which bowl it is, it's the big bowl that Fourth Sister used when she invited Zhong Ming to eat at the canteen.
Zhong Ming saw an acquaintance behind the rock.
Only half a bow and a hand were visible, but he knew that was Akame.
An arrow shot out, tearing through the sky like thunder, followed closely by booming cannon fire, the flames swirling and the earth trembling.
The observation team is providing absolutely precise guidance for the artillery fire, so precise that the shells will kill someone on impact.
The barbarians immediately realized they had been ambushed. They and the Flame Wolf Army were old enemies, and the leader of this force immediately organized his elite troops to attack.
Zhong Ming made a decisive move, ordering several cultivators to blow up the plank road and then leading the team to jump into the lake.
The artillery fire flew overhead, and looking up from the bottom of the lake, it looked like shooting stars streaking across the hazy night, reflecting off the lake water to create bright yellow "sky roads".
"Captain! Glug glug... Why are we going into the water?" Fang Qianqian swallowed a big mouthful of water. He wasn't a very good swimmer, and he had to use a water-repelling spell to recover.
Zhong Ming shouted, "Form ranks and prepare to meet the enemy!"
While everyone was still in a daze, a barbarian vanguard had already charged into the lake. Once they crossed the lake, the artillery positions on the waterfall cliffs would be just ahead.
Zhong Ming didn't have time to worry about whether barbarians would climb over the ruins of the plank road; he could only hold off the enemy in front of him for now.
The barbarians' physique destined them to be kings on land and fools in the water.
A group of elite barbarian warriors clad in sturdy armor jumped into the water. The weight of the armor made it difficult for them to swim, but they didn't intend to swim. Instead, they ran wildly underwater.
Zhong Ming brandished his spear and charged forward. Underwater, the power of "Grain Rain" was greatly weakened, and every time he withdrew or thrust his spear, he was hindered by the lake water. However, "Great Cold" was not only not weaker, but its power was doubled.
The "late spring chill" drew a perfect arc in the water. As it fell, extreme cold suddenly spread. The strong barbarian wanted to take advantage of the situation to grab the spear tip and drag Zhong Ming over to strangle him, but he didn't expect that the moment his fingers touched the spear tip, the ice instantly sealed his movements.
Ice spread down his arm, the biting cold seeming to penetrate his armor, his skin and flesh, threatening to freeze his bones and blood.
He strained hard, but heard a cracking sound, as if his arm had been dislocated.
Zhong Ming retreated immediately after the first touch, and after the first move, he immediately swam upwards to fight them, just like a raptor hunting a land beast, with the initiative entirely in his hands.
"Captain! Help!"
On the other side, Fang Qianqian was rapidly retreating, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and flying diagonally out of the lake. She spun around and skipped several times on the water with her buttocks before sinking back down in the distance.
Zhong Ming's expression darkened, and he turned to look. There was a barbarian who was extremely fast; he was actually a rare cultivator.
Physical cultivation.
Where he passed, the lake water was stirred into turbulent currents; he moved at great speed, creating rapids in the water.
Zhong Ming knew he couldn't retreat now, so he gritted his teeth and charged forward.
Several gray-white figures plunged into the water and swam very fast.
The elite merfolk also began their surprise attack in this direction.
Zhong Ming felt utterly hopeless. There were so many enemies; even if he had three heads and six arms, he couldn't stop them.
He had no choice but to fight and retreat, but the merfolk ignored him. In the water, even with a pair of mother and daughter swords that could cleave through the waves, he couldn't reach the underwater darlings. Five white waves tore through the tranquil lake water, heading straight for the artillery inside the cliff.
It was at this critical moment that Fang Qianqian played his only role.
This was neither an insult nor a boast. He struggled to spit out a mouthful of lake water mixed with blood, then shouted at the top of his lungs, "Sister!!!"
The bell rang and flew into the sky.
Yes, along with him, most of the lake surface and countless enemies also ascended to the sky.
The cannonballs, streaking through the air like meteors, slammed into the water curtain that appeared out of nowhere. But if you looked closely, you would see that just as the cannonballs were about to hit the water, the lake water mysteriously parted, revealing the terrified enemy behind them.
After a barrage of artillery fire, the water curtain fell, and clusters of blood blossomed in the air, a magnificent and spectacular sight.