Evolving Silver Dragon

Chapter 114: 112 Deep Pit Baptism (Twelfth Update)_l

Translator: 549690339

(Thank you to White Dragon JZ boss for becoming the second helmsman of this book, adding one more update)

The idea was very good, but reality was cruel.

But when they were all halfway there, three Dragonborn Ogres with red circles painted on their bellies slowly emerged from behind the Lizardman Spear Throwers.

“For the Fireball!”

These three Ogres held homemade wands that looked no different from ordinary wooden sticks.

Then, three outrageously large fireballs shot towards the mixed group of charging monsters.

After successfully casting the spell, the three Ogres struggled to lift their wands for a long time, but nothing happened.

Just like Mega Fatty at the beginning, they could only cast one fireball in a short period of time.

Although the sudden appearance of the three Ogre Mages surprised the monsters, they didn’t pay too much attention to them.

What use could there be in having three more unique Ogres in this situation?

Moreover, it seemed that these three fools could only cast one spell.

Once they rushed up, they would instantly tear these three Ogres and those annoying Lizardmen to shreds.

These three fireballs were so large that, as long as their luck wasn’t too bad, they shouldn’t hit them.

So most of the monsters continued to roar and charge forward, their speed even increasing a bit.

As most of the monsters had thought, the three giant fireballs landed in the center of the crowd, blasting away a bunch of unlucky ones.

At this point, the monsters at the front were already not far from the line of Lizardmen, and could almost see the tragic fate of these cowards.

Even the Bearmen were debating whether these Lizardmen had gone mad when the ground suddenly began to tremble.

The fierce ground shaking made it difficult for most of the monsters to stand on the ground.

Then, with the location of the three fireball explosions as the center, the surrounding ground began to collapse.

Batch after batch of monsters struggled in vain, as the once hard ground became incredibly soft, leaving them no place to stand.

Even if they caught the edge of the collapsing ground before the earth beneath their feet crumbled, it didn’t help.

As the collapsing area grew larger and larger, almost all the monsters fell into the deep pit except for a few lucky ones on the edge.

The area underground had been completely hollowed out by the Kobolds.

At the same time, horrifying howls of wolves were heard, as hundreds of Wolf Cavalry charged out from the dense woods not far away.

Under the personal leadership of Link and Gaz, the Wolf Cavalry quickly rode past the monsters who hadn’t fallen into the trap.

While taking advantage of the speed of their wolf charge to kill the monsters on the perimeter, they drove them towards the collapsed giant pit.

The Bearmen who had been waiting in the rear finally betrayed them.

With malicious grins, they swung their huge axes or thick clubs, kicking the monsters trying to return to Salmon Village into the deep pit.

Soon, those fortunate monsters on the outskirts who hadn’t fallen into the trap were also being driven into the pit by the Wolf Cavalry and the Bearmen.

With the monsters’ formidable constitution, this height did not seem to be fatal to them.

Moreover, some monsters who had regained their senses even tried to climb up using their claws and teeth.However, the Lizardman Spear Throwers on top of the giant lizards never stopped attacking, with thick wooden throwing spears raining down into the pit like raindrops.

In this situation, there was no need to worry about accidentally hurting allies, just focused on pouring firepower into the collapsing deep pit.

Some monsters were pierced by the thick throwing spears halfway through their climb, pinned directly to the soil wall at the edge of the pit.

Even if they finally managed to climb up, they would be killed by the Wolf Cavalry or Bearman.

In the deep pit, a sturdy Centaur crawled out from the sandy soil, tossing aside the corpse of a Minotaur that had been turned into a porcupine.

He was one of the upper-level monsters in the three thousand mixed monsters of Salmon Village and also the deputy clan leader of the Centaur Swift Spear Clan of the Thunder Legion, called Raymond.

He stared at the edge of the pit, measuring the distance, a strong front hoof moving up and down, adapting to the feeling under his hoof.

Soon, the strong Centaur gripped the long spear tightly and exerted its powerful strength with all four hooves, suddenly bursting with astonishing force.

Taking advantage of the protrusions on the soil wall in front of him, he made a quick, agile jump, as if walking on even ground, out of the deep pit.

A Goblin Wolf Cavalry happened to be around him.

Although surprised that the Centaur could escape from the pit so quickly, the Goblin still raised its low-quality machete, heading straight for him.

A disdainful smile appeared on Centaur Raymond’s face as he stomped forward, holding the long spear horizontally and charging at the Goblin Wolf Cavalry quickly.

In the moment of the exchange, a machete fell to the ground, accompanied by the howl of the Warg, and the Centaur stepped on the Warg and raised its long spear with disdain.

At this point, the Goblin had already been pierced by his long spear, struggling in mid-air for a moment before dropping down limply.

With a powerful footstep, he cruelly stomped the Warg to death and tossed the overconfident Goblin corpse aside.

Raymond’s cold face surveyed his surroundings, and after confirming that there was no chance of a turnaround, he sprinted forward, intending to break through the encirclement and escape.

Soon, another Goblin riding a Warg intercepted his way.

Another idiot seeking death?

Raymond continued holding his long spear horizontally, at a fast pace. After disposing of this suicidal Goblin, he would successfully break through the encirclement of the Wolf Cavalry.

The endurance of the giant wolves that served as mounts was poor; as long as he could pass through the enemy’s encirclement, his chances of escaping were high.

For the same opponent, Raymond employed the same attack methods as before.

However, the muscular Goblin facing him blocked his chest with a simple long sword.

Laughable, does he think he can withstand my charge like this?

Just as Raymond thought this, his long spear struck the sword of the Goblin.

But the result that he expected did not happen. Under the fierce impact, the Goblin was not blown away.

Instead, a strange magical glow emerged from his body, making the Goblin and the Warg beneath him seem completely still, without any movement.

As for his long spear, it started to break from the middle, the astonishing force of impact transmitted to Raymond’s arm through the wooden pole of the spear.

The intense pain coming from his arm made him dizzy, followed by the sight of the spinning scenery in front of his eyes and the endless darkness.

With a fatal strike, Gaz calmly sheathed his sword.

At this point, the battle situation was completely stable. Apart from this extraordinary Centaur, no other monsters managed to escape from the deep pit.

Under the onslaught of throwing spears from the Lizardman, these monsters, much stronger than the average Gnoll, suffocated and died in the deep pit..