Evolving Silver Dragon Chapter 71 – Chapter 71: 070 Trap_l

Chapter 71: 070 Trap_l

Translator: 549690339

Time passed, and by the early morning of the second day, Longfang and Link had led their subordinate Wolf Cavalry and Quilboar to squat outside the walls of the Land of the Soaring Dragon.

Longfang had already submitted the information inside as agreed, and as long as the Quilboar staying inside the wall opened the gate, the killing could begin.

Finally, when the appointed time came, there was a commotion at the gate, which quickly subsided.

Under the expectant gaze of the werewolves and Quilboar, the heavy wooden gate finally opened slowly.

Without hesitation, Link howled loudly, leading the Wolf Cavalry through the open gate and quickly pouring into the Land of the Soaring Dragon.

Although a bit hesitant, Longfang also led his tribesmen with their iron axes following behind.

When all the Quilboar had also entered the Land of the Soaring Dragon, Longfang instinctively sensed that something was wrong.

Because he had not seen any of the Quilboar he had left behind at the gate.

He suspected something had gone wrong, but now Link had led the Wolf Cavalry deep inside, already far away, and relying on his own two legs, he couldn't catch up with the dire wolves at full speed.

Suddenly, a howl came from the dire wolves in front, and before Longfang could react, the Quilboar behind began to panic.

Looking back at the chaos, Longfang was horrified to find that the open gate was now tightly closed.

“Damn it!”

How could he not know that the plan had been exposed by then?

At the same time, rows of Goblin Shortbowmen and Lizardman Spear Throwers appeared on top of the wall. Under Longleg's command, a rain of arrows and throwing spears densely flew above the heads of the Quilboar.

In no time, several unlucky Quilboar were riddled with holes. In addition to them, almost every other Quilboar near the wall was injured.

The damage from the Goblin's shortbow was limited, and it generally was not life-threatening unless it hit a vital spot directly.

But the Lizardman's throwing spear was different. If hit by the wood throwing spear as thick as three fingers, even the strong Quilboar would immediately lose their combat ability.

Confronted with this terrible situation, Longfang frowned and shouted, “Follow me!”

He took the remaining Quilboar and ran in the direction of the Wolf Cavalry. Now that the gate was closed on the other side of the wall, and there were still a significant number of enemies on the wall, it was obviously unlikely to retreat through the entrance.

The Wolf Cavalry's situation was probably not smooth either, as the howling of the dire wolves had stopped, but Longfang felt that Link was not an easy guy to deal with.

There were probably only about two hundred Lizardman Warriors staying in the Land of the Soaring Dragon, with the rest being old, young, and female.

And the number of Goblins was also pretty clear, with an estimated total of about three hundred, including females.

The number of Quilboar and werewolves combined was nearly two hundred. Although it seemed that their own side did not have the advantage in numbers, the individual strength of both the Quilboar and werewolves was far superior to the Lizardman and Goblins.

Most importantly, their equipment was far more sophisticated, with a large amount of ironware brought from the Dragon Bone Wasteland back then.

At this point, as long as the two sides could reunite, there was still not a chance for success.

But as they pushed forward, Longfang became increasingly uneasy, because he saw no hint of fire ahead.

According to plan, the Wolf Cavalry should have started fires first, then quickly hunted down the panicked Lizardman.

But it seemed that the current situation was very different from the plan, and even if the Wolf Cavalry had encountered some resistance ahead, there should have been some movement.

All this would have to wait until he saw Link to know.

The current situation of the werewolves was indeed not good.

Gaz had led the Lizardman and Goblins to dig numerous large pits overnight on the only path to the Lizardman's dwellings for the Wolf Cavalry.

Because of the time constraints, the pits he dug were not very big or deep, but to enhance the effect, Gaz had the Goblins insert many sharp wooden stakes inside.

Not only that, but he also found the few Lizardman Shaman Wizards and got some effective poison from them, which he applied to all of them.

Gaz had dealt with werewolves in Black Gold City before and knew that these creatures had high resistance to most attacks. In many cases, only magic and silver could inflict fatal wounds on them.

The poison from the Lizardman Shamans might not be fatal, but at least it could limit their movement. As long as these werewolves could be controlled, there would be time in the future to study how to dispose of them.

Just as Gaz had planned, the Wolf Cavalry had no idea that their plan had been exposed. Unprepared, almost all of the dire wolves stepped on Gaz's trap.

More than thirty dire wolves howled in unison as they stumbled and fell to the ground. They were tripped by the pre-prepared pits, and most of their paws were pierced by the sharp wooden stakes coated with green or red poison.

After the dire wolves screamed and fell, they were then impaled by the surrounding other traps with wooden stakes along with the werewolves on their backs. Blood flowed everywhere, the scene was extremely miserable.

Moreover, things got even worse, as these wooden stakes were poisonous. The werewolves were fine, barely able to keep moving.

But the dire wolves were in much worse condition. When their paws were pierced, and their bodies were full of toxic wooden stakes, only a few dire wolves still had breath. Most of them were instantly dead.

“What's going on?…”

Link shook his head, pushed away the wolf corpse pressing on him, and endured the pain to pull out the wooden stakes stuck in his body.

He stared wide-eyed, looking around quickly, trying to figure out what had happened.

The situation of the other werewolves nearby was also similar to his. Some were even unluckier, with dire wolf corpses and underground wooden stakes trapping them together, unable to move.

Before Link and the surrounding werewolves could regain their senses, a group of Lizardman Warriors charged over with their Tortoise Shields and stone hand-axes.

Many werewolves were knocked unconscious by several Lizardman Warriors with stone axes and Tortoise Shields without even realizing what was happening, and then were bound up layer by layer with dry vines. Several Lizardman Warriors rushed towards Link ferociously, and the one-eared werewolf leader immediately revealed a fierce expression.

He drew out the crossbow at his waist and shot a short arrow accurately into the eye of a Lizardman.

With no time to reload, Link tossed the crossbow aside and drew the two-handed greatsword from his back, slashing at another Lizardman.

Faced with the werewolf's attack, the Lizardman hurriedly raised the Tortoise Shield bound to his left hand.

However, in just an instant, the turtle shell shield was cleaved in two by the iron greatsword, and his half of his arm was cut off amid a scream..

Chapter end