Final Lord

Chapter 252 The Rebellion Suppression Army Enters the Black Forest
Wang Bufu patted Mair on the shoulder and said, "Remember this, compared to you, they are nothing but chickens and dogs. You can kill them all with a flick of your wrist. You don't need to be afraid. They are the ones who should be afraid."

Meyer paused for a moment, then her eyes gradually brightened. She looked down at the bag of infinite gold coins in her hand, her fingertips gently tracing the intricate runes at the opening, and her tense shoulders finally relaxed a little.

"I...I can try." She took a deep breath, her voice soft but no longer trembling.

Wang Bufu nodded in satisfaction, withdrew his hand, and his gaze sharpened again. He surveyed his surroundings and ordered in a deep voice, "Pass down the order: proceed according to the original plan. Harpy illusion units, take your positions. Cannon fodder teams one and two, prepare to engage the enemy."

"Yes!" the cavemen and crowmen around them responded in unison, quickly disappearing into the shadows of the forest.

Wang Bufu glanced one last time in the direction of the Black Forest's outer edge, a cold glint in his eyes.

“Satton…” he murmured, as if savoring the name, “My people must have died at the hands of these half-goat people. I hope you like the surprise I’ve prepared for you.”

……

On a cloudy afternoon, the iron hooves of the counter-insurgency army shattered the silence at the edge of the Black Forest. Sutton's goat hooves trod on the humus, kicking up purplish dust of spores.

He narrowed his amber-colored sheep eyes, gazing at the distorted mushroom forest before him. The giant mushrooms, some twenty meters tall, swayed in the breeze, their caps casting shadows that seemed empty yet fraught with danger.

It's another semi-chaotic area.

"Lincoln died here. Could it be that Kate Grew found a place of order to hide in this semi-chaotic area?"

Sutton was somewhat excited.

Those orderly places hidden in semi-chaotic zones are often accompanied by divinely blessed buildings or special terrain that can protect living beings. If you can also get some unexpected gains while torturing and feasting on rats, that would be even better.

"Lord Sutton, there is woodland ahead, where monsters may be lurking. It is very dangerous," the messenger asked, bowing his head.

"What are you afraid of? Just burn it down!"

Sutton was not intimidated at all and went straight for the kill without saying a word!
"Yes, sir! Shieldbearers, form ranks! Archers, prepare incendiary arrows!"

Chi la la!
The flames fell into the forest, igniting the mycelium. But these ordinary flames, devoid of magic, could not burn for long and were quickly extinguished by the mycelium.

The flames not only failed to clear a path for the counterinsurgency forces, but also caused the Black Forest to tremble!
Dozens of "Grass Monsters" rolled out from behind the fungal stem, their slimy bodies slamming against the iron shield with a sickening scraping sound.

"Archers! Fire!"

Seeing the monsters rolling towards them, the messenger immediately ordered his men to fire.

However, the arrows of the human archers did no damage to those stupid monsters; they were all deflected.

"Long-range attacks ineffective, Shield Guards, stop them!"

drink!
A row of large shields were raised horizontally, blocking all the silly monsters. The spearmen thrust repeatedly, and the silly monsters were wiped out without suffering any casualties.

The commotion of the battle also attracted other monsters.

Just as the crossbowmen in the back row relaxed their guard, the ground suddenly cracked open, and some slime slimes hiding at the edge of the Black Forest spewed out from the crack. The acid sprayed from their bodies instantly corroded the leather boots of the three archers.

"Useless." Upon seeing this, a half-goat man raised his hand and released a cage of mist. The mist cage, like an inverted giant bowl, covered the monster and sent the slime slimes to the front of the shield array. The heavy crossbow bolts fell, and the slime slimes all died.

Only then did some slow-moving fungal stone beasts saunter out of the forest. But they were of no use either.

The battle turned into a crushing defeat within half an hour.

Soon, the last fungal stone beast fell to the archer's precise shots.

The human sergeant, wiping his sweat, approached the carriage: "Your Excellency, should we allow the soldiers to rest?"

"This is nothing, not even an appetizer. Let's move on." Sutton's goat hoof lifted the carriage curtain, and Lincoln's translucent ghostly figure suddenly appeared on the humus. The necromancer's decaying fingers pierced straight into the depths of the mushroom forest. In the distance, along the path entwined with mycelium, some wriggling roots could be vaguely seen.

“Interesting. A bunch of rats daring to venture this deep into the semi-chaotic zone, they must have something good.” Sutton exhaled two puffs of white mist from his nostrils. “Pass the order: follow the ghost.”

"Yes!"

Just as the counter-insurgency troops penetrated into the middle ranks, a sudden change occurred. As the archers' fire arrows ignited a large black umbrella, a dense buzzing sound suddenly erupted!

The ten shield guards at the forefront were enveloped by a swarm of insects that descended from the sky—a deathly cloud composed of hundreds of [Spore Flying Insects]!

"Fire! Kill them all!" The human commander gave the order as usual, but he didn't know what his actions really meant.

As the archers' crossbow bolts struck the swarm of spore-flying insects, the buzzing of the insects' wings and the soldiers' screams erupted simultaneously!

The spore-bearing insects that had been shot to death suddenly exploded on the shield guard's visor, and the corrosive liquid instantly melted through the armor plates, blowing off a small portion of the shield guard's facial features.

"Form ranks! Form ranks now—" The human commander's shout abruptly ceased. More spore flies approached from all directions, surrounding the human forces. Amidst a series of explosions, two entire squads of shield guards were reduced to charred, smoking bones scattered across the ground.

"These monsters that explode after death are a nuisance. You all step back, our people will take action!"

Sutton's scepter slammed heavily to the ground. The bronze shepherd's bells of the two hundred [Lame Sheep] trembled simultaneously, and a colossal cage with a radius of five hundred meters suddenly descended. The spore flies, about to scatter in pursuit, collectively crashed into the invisible barrier, charging wildly like wasps trapped in a glass jar.

"Go." Sutton's goat-like lips stretched to his ears. The bone staffs of ten [Dreamless Goat Beasts] were driven into the ground, and the spore-like flying insects in the cage suddenly froze, falling one by one from the air. They were forcibly dragged into a collective slumber by the Dreamless Goat Beasts' special ability. As the half-goat people acted in unison, the sleeping swarm of insects was squeezed together as if grasped by an invisible hand, crushed into a sky full of bloody green slurry with a teeth-grinding crunch.

Sutton kicked the half-melted shield in the corpse's hand on the ground with his hoof, and laughed dismissively:

"This is the elite that Hank trains at a cost of five hundred gold coins a year? They can't even hold off a swarm of insects. They're so weak." Sutton glanced at the messenger with a mocking look.

"Yes, we need to practice more," the messenger said, bowing his head.

“No amount of training will help. Inferior races are inferior races.” Sutton’s sheep face was full of sarcasm. “Besides being more fertile, you have no value. Most of you are destined to be food.”

You few are just cooks who help us prepare food.

The messenger looked up at Sutton, but when he saw Sutton's woolly face, he lowered his head again.

(End of this chapter)