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Brukal Field.

It occupies the most crucial position among the five fronts of the attack on the rats, and can be called the core of the rats' frontal defense.

A large number of rats had accumulated here. The wind in the fields, carrying the stench of decay and blood, swept across the scorched earth.

On the horizon, the fortresses built by the ratmen from bones and rotten wood stand out starkly like festering sores.

Even so, some details still reveal that these places piled with garbage were once carefully constructed fortifications by humans.

This field originally belonged to a certain country.

Due to constant conflicts with neighboring countries, this country has built numerous defensive lines and fortresses on this open and indefensible plain.

However, when rats suddenly swarmed out of their country, these defenses, originally intended to protect them from neighboring countries, instantly became useless and instead became obstacles preventing them from returning home.

The dark red runes of evil gods writhed restlessly in the cracks of the city wall, emitting sharp hissing sounds, as if whispering evil words.

In the sky, the thick clouds were eroded by the chaotic magic, appearing filthy, dark, and oppressive.

On the other side of the plain, the flags of the allied parties spread out like wildfire.

The faded blue scale banner of the Serpent People, the silver-white sun banner of the Church of Holy Light, and the black torch banner of the Night Watchers intertwined and tangled in the wind, just like countless hands tightly gripping the belief in revenge, fluttering loudly.

This is the war camp for the frontal assault.

The campsite covers a vast area, consisting of various camp areas of different sizes, stretching endlessly to the horizon.

Different tactical teams and combat units were stationed in various camps.

At the very front was the main camp of the entire offensive defense line, which was so large that it looked like a small city.

In fact, this is indeed the case.

After all, this has been the main front line of the standoff during the ceasefire between the two sides.

Therefore, construction here has never stopped, and all kinds of supplies and wartime equipment have been stockpiled.

The camp was filled with noise, the clamor of voices even drowning out the howling of the rats.

The snake-man warriors, wielding poisoned bone spears, raised bundles of arrows.

The venom dripping from the spear tip fell to the ground, instantly corroding small pits and sending up pungent blue smoke.

Don't think that only rats know how to use poison; these snake people are also experts in using poison.

In bygone days, the snake people were considered the most outstanding rat-catching team.

Unfortunately, the rat plague broke out too quickly. The surging rats, like a tidal wave, caused the snake people a terrible humiliation, and in the end, they could not resist the overwhelming tide of rats.

In the camp, a large number of members of the Church of Holy Light appeared for the first time in a long time.

The apprentices of the Holy Light Priests knelt neatly on the rune carpet, carefully crushing the light crystals into powder, then pouring it into the holy water bottle and gently shaking it.

As the potion boiled, the splashing golden foam exploded in mid-air, transforming into countless tiny light butterflies that fluttered towards the festering wounds of the injured.

This is a special medicine made based on the power and experience of the Holy Light, and incorporating the medicine-making techniques of the Night's Watch.

It has a significant healing effect on the damage caused by rat attacks, which is more or less tainted by the power of evil gods.

Don't waste a single drop!

An old apothecary, his face covered in soot, roared as he forcefully splashed a pot of boiling, scarlet potion onto the blacksmith's table.

This pot of medicine is a healing potion made by boiling bloodsucking vine and dragon lizard bile.

Meanwhile, the blacksmith apprentices busied themselves carefully packing the medicinally soaked arrowheads into snakeskin quivers.

Logically, these weapons should be forged in the City of the Ring Tower.

However, the number of troops gathered this time was too large, putting enormous pressure on logistics and transportation.

The Night's Watch had to dedicate a significant portion of its transport capacity to delivering various logistical supplies.

Long-range munitions like these, which are in extremely high demand, can only be forged and stockpiled on-site.

After all, it's much easier to do this than to forge it in the city of the Ring Tower and then transport it over a long distance.

Moreover, none of these Night's Watch blacksmith apprentices lacked martial prowess.

Thanks to their digitized bodies, they possess boundless energy, enabling them to work tirelessly day and night.

Although it may seem like they are exploiting people, everyone knows the importance of this war and that no carelessness is allowed.

Leilia strode in, her horse's hooves pounding the earth beneath her feet. She carried a massive, runic halberd, as tall as two men, its handle inlaid with holy stones that hummed with each step she took.

"Get out of the way! Do you want to be trampled into rat-man bait? Honestly, how can you have no discipline at all!"

She yelled at the snake-man recruits blocking the passage.

After all, she was holding a newly made weapon, and it would be troublesome if she accidentally scratched or injured it.

This massive halberd was specially prepared by her to clear rats off the battlefield.

Past experience told her that using a spear to clear out rats was far less efficient than sweeping them with a heavy halberd.

She had used this heavy halberd to wipe out swarms of rats during her last raid on their transport convoy, and ever since then, she had fallen in love with this type of weapon.

The young snake-man warriors hurriedly retreated, but couldn't help stealing glances at the cracks in her armor.

Those were three deep claw marks, revealing the bone, with edges tinged with a blackish-purple putrid odor.

However, she simply wrapped the wound with a bandage as if it were nothing more than a minor mosquito bite.

After all, such injuries are all too common in war.

Moreover, it's not just their side that has powerful legendary figures; the rats' side has also amassed quite a few guys who are comparable to legends.

However, for Leilia, this injury was nothing at all.

This is the unique charm of a data-driven body.

Leilia walked through the camp, observing the overall situation.

She could sense that war was about to break out, and more and more troops were gathering here, which made the rats seem increasingly restless.

In front of the command tent in the center of the camp, the supreme commander, Blake, was intently looking down at the sand table.

Beneath his cloak, black heavy armor was faintly visible.

Small flags hung from his waist, covered in bloodstains shaped like ancient inscriptions, exuding an air of mystery.

In the sandbox, the miniature terrain of the Brucal Plains is fragmented by the model of the Skaven fortress, while the red flags representing the Allied forces are densely planted in the outer area.

"Lelia."

Without looking up, Blake spoke directly, his voice now devoid of its usual gentleness, filled only with seriousness.

“Go tell the Church of Holy Light that if their ‘Prayer of Exorcism’ is not engraved on the bombardment stone by sunset, I will use their holy scriptures as firewood to burn the ratmen’s catapults.”

The paladin in the tent couldn't help but roll his eyes when he heard this.

Leilia couldn't help but chuckle, but her laughter was quickly drowned out by the sudden burst of cheers.

“What’s happening outside?” Blake asked.

Leilia turned and walked out of the tent.

A group of snake-man laborers slowly approached, dragging a giant pack animal with a crossbow as big as a battering ram strapped to its back.

Surprisingly, the crossbow's frame was actually a whole siren's spine, and the glowing vines wrapped around it were being activated by a holy priest casting a spell.

The breath exhaled by the pack animal as it panted carried a strong scent of moonthorn.

Moonthorn is a magical potion that can temporarily enhance eyesight. The snake-man archers couldn't wait to crowd around the pack animals, scrambling for the bits of grass soaked in the potion.

These are all excellent pharmaceutical materials at the time, and the pharmacists in the camp cherish them greatly, not wanting to waste a single drop or a single millimeter.

After all, these materials could become the key to saving their lives in the future, so they had no choice but to take them very seriously.

"Quiet down, you big guy!"

Leilia stepped forward and gently patted the huge pack animal.

With her exceptional animal taming skills, she quickly calmed the pack animal down.

The snake-man riding on the head of the pack animal was already used to this scene.

Among the Night's Watch are some people who have an absurdly high affinity with these magical beasts and wild animals.

It is said that this originated from a blessing they received.

"This is outrageous! Do they even have blessings like this?"

The snake-man thought to himself, and couldn't help but recall the regret he felt when his application to join the Night's Watch was rejected. (End of Chapter)