bookrebus Chapter 168: Let the Wild Giant Hit the Target
Chapter 168: Let the Wild Giant Hit the Target
War often comes suddenly.
The appearance of a black wave on the frozen plains in the north is enough to explain the current problem.
Although the mortar is simple to operate, Ivan has just introduced how to adjust the angle and load the ammunition, so most of the druids still picked up their wooden staffs, ready to use spells to clean the ground as before.
"Hey? Stop running around!
Stand in groups of three next to the mortars and wait for instructions!"
Ivan's forehead was full of black lines.
The indigenous people are still indigenous people, and they can’t understand how terrifying this weapon that has changed the form of war is.
Lian, whose ears had just been pinched, rushed to the gun position in the middle and stared at the ammunition box next to her with anticipation.
The metal reserves in the Druid Station were not abundant, so Ivan only had time to make about fifty adamantium fragmentation shells specifically for half-dragons and packed them in ten boxes;
The rest were all mortar shells made of ordinary metals—of course, each one still contained a sufficient amount of fireballs and fragments.
Since the enemy we are facing is a wild giant, there is no need to waste expensive magic-breaking ammunition.
"boom--"
After a loud bang, a large pit with a diameter of one hundred yards was blown out on the ground about a mile away from the city wall.
It has to be said that the magical power of the main material world is indeed much stronger than the killing radius of ordinary gunpowder.
Only this time the attack didn't hit any of the wild giants.
Ivan stood up expressionlessly, looked at Lian with contempt on her face, and muttered something while pretending to be calm.
"What are you looking at!
I am measuring distance... well, measuring distance, you are still young, you don’t understand..."
Then he spoke to Boll who was doing nothing next to him.
"Master, Master Bol, let our druids take action.
Just adjust your own guns according to the angle of my mortar and wait for the command to fire."
Not to mention, a certain human who has watched too many short videos can actually make this kind of weapon quite well.
As the wild giant formation advanced, the first batch of swift, tattered enemies began to pass through the "coordinates" set by Alvin.
Due to the fear of this unknown force, although the wild giant had a ferocious expression and brutal movements, he still calmly bypassed the crater and rushed over here, shouting.
"Gun operators ready!
Ordinary shells, the black ones in the wooden boxes,
Yes, take it out...
Hey, Todd, what are you afraid of? Your hands are shaking so badly...
The warhead won't explode before hitting the ground...
Okay, ready - ready means put it next to the muzzle of the gun quickly!
After you finish playing, squat down where you are!
Hey! Hey, you! I’m talking to you! Hold on tight... Hey? Don’t throw it in!"
"boom--"
Another shell was fired accidentally.
This "ordinary" shell, under the thrust of the [Fireball] at the tail, made a sonic boom and whizzed into the marching group of wild giants.
Then, the [Fireball Technique] in the warhead was concentrated and activated, and a huge roar sounded in front.
After someone madly stuffed more than twenty fireballs in, the blast generated by the shell surged in all directions, carrying with it fragments and hard iron sand like a doomsday storm, turning the nearest wild giants into minced meat.
The wild giant a little further away seemed to have been torn apart by an invisible enemy, with its thick limbs and organs scattered all over the ground;
The wild giant, who was used to relying on his rock-hard muscles and skin for defense, saw for the first time the cause of death of the previous attack squadron...
Even the wild giants who were savage enough to not fear death were trembling with fear at this hellish scene.
The wild giant with thick skin and flesh realized for the first time how helpless those soft frost giants were when they had their limbs torn off easily by him.
The wild giants, who had no discipline at all, began to retreat.
I don’t know which frightened guy turned around first, but the entire team of wild giants began to fall into chaos.
Those standing at the back were still planning to charge forward, while those at the front were planning to quickly run back to the Spine of the World;
The group of wild giants in the middle, closest to the explosion point, had already lost their eyes and allowed themselves to be pushed around by their own kind on both sides.
The leader at the end of the team, North, turned a blind eye to the tragic deaths of his own people.
Although this attack was still terrifying, there was a big gap between it and the previous one.
The preparation time for legendary spells is long...
Now North, who still believed that he was attacked by a legendary spellcaster, was calculating his next plan in his mind.
Judging from the destructive power of this attack, it is estimated that each spell can take the lives of a dozen wild giants, and will prevent more than twenty wild giants from continuing to charge.
The intervals between attacks were very long. At this frequency, if he could endure four or five more of these unknown legendary spells, he would be able to climb the walls of the Frost Giants.
Glancing at his own formation, he saw more than 300 wild giants retreating in chaos.
"We can kill half of them, and then we can kill the sissy frost giant with the remaining half. It won't be a problem at all..."
North figured out a countermeasure and simply pulled over a fleeing wild giant and pressed hard on his face.
Under the terrifying strength of the leader, the wild giant who was pinned down only had time to let out a howl before his head was crushed alive.
"Attack! Keep attacking!
The opposing spellcaster does not have the ability to attack everyone at once!
I don't need cowardly wild giants in my tribe!"
After saying that, he waved his hand and threw the unlucky guy with a broken head to the ground, scaring the guards around him so much that they dared not say a word.
Under the coercion and command of North, the wild giants charged forward in chaos again.
Their howls echoed across the frozen plains, and could be heard clearly by everyone on the city wall.
Unlike the war cries of frost giants or orcs, the howl of wild giants has no meaning.
It is purely a sound made by biological instinct to give oneself courage.
Ivan squinted his eyes and roughly determined how to adjust the angle of the mortar for the next attack.
Then he fiddled with the gun barrel a few times and spoke to the druids at other gun positions.
"Adjust it at this angle..."
Before he could finish, the elf ranger Lin Liya took a step forward and raised the shooting angle that Ivan had adjusted.
"Sir Ivan, if it is a projectile, according to the attack speed of the wild giant, this angle can cause greater damage..."
A certain useless young man from Blue Star looked at the elf's confident operation and for the first time felt that his own Blue Star soul was truly useless.
This girl has only watched a few shootings and she can calculate the parabola in her mind...
"If you don't mind, I'll take care of adjusting the angle from now on.
After all, these metal shells... are quite expensive..."
All the creatures on the city wall understood the hidden meaning of Lin Liya's words, including Ivan.
Isn't it just that my cannon is inaccurate?
The useless young man from Blue Star stood nearby with red ears, like a bullied elementary school student.