Mushroom Lord in the Underground City-Chapter 298 - 290: The Advantage Is Mine

Boom——!

A few invisible self-destructing Puki finally found a gap, suddenly lunging at several half-demon warriors on the outskirts.

Ice shards scattered, and the shattered figures were forcefully thrown into the air.

The limited number of scouts with anti-invisibility abilities couldn’t cover the entire exhausted group.

Bastardos watched this happen with open eyes, yet had no solution.

Since their supplies were "ambushed," the Demon Race suddenly bared their fangs, making up for the harassment they missed in the previous days!

Greatly delaying the advance.

The firewood for heating mysteriously vanished overnight, without leaving any trace!

The night watchers weren’t attacked, there were no unfamiliar footprints nearby, and not even an aerial ambush.

So many wood, food, just vanished from the tents like magic, silently and out of sight!

The only thing that could be considered "lucky" was that half of the food was left.

And this "luck" ridiculously stemmed from two half-demons who stole and feasted on the supplies—their frequent ingress and egress accidentally saved part of the rations.

Nowadays, this remaining food is tightly guarded and never leaves the sight of the half-demons.

The reason not to retreat was not because he didn’t want to, but because he couldn’t.

In fact, even the persistence of the Empire Envoy Pine was not the main reason.

The real reason he decided to tough it out was, given their current position, retreating would mean days of freezing, resulting in pointless heavy casualties.

Rather than that, it would be better to go all in, seize the demon stronghold, and use their resources to prolong life!

But...

Boom——!

Another explosion erupted on the flank, causing a chaos of screams.

What on earth is going on with these controlled demons?

The numbers are just too many, do they never die?!

Is the Demon Race planning to concentrate their forces to crush us first?

Logically, the Lizardmen are few in number, they should deal with them first, right?

However, he didn’t know that the Lizardmen, trudging along a distance away, were in an even more lamentable state.

Chief Tuck’s supplies didn’t even have half of that "lucky" food left.

Tuck even suspected an insider, angrily capturing and torturing several guards, but found nothing.

Under the endless harassment of the Puki, neither team managed to reach the Demon Tribe in the expected time.

Even at night, the sounds of Puki’s self-destruction did not cease.

By noon the next day, the two groups, starving and tormented by the cold and explosions throughout the night, finally dragged their weary steps, looking from afar at their target.

The Demon Tribe... fortress?

The high walls were faintly visible with the bustling heads of the Demon Race, mixed with many Puki figures.

At the highest point stood a Puki in a red cloak, looking very strange.

Several tubes were mounted on the walls, presumably similar to crossbows.

The Demon Race actually built a fortress here?!

Attacking a tribe and attacking a fortress are completely different concepts.

Not to mention, their own troops had suffered all day, greatly reducing their combat power in the severe cold.

It seems... relying on the strong to break through first is the only hope.

"Glug glug... uh huh huh..."

Suddenly, a sickening sticky sound like viscous liquid gurgling in a decaying throat came from the walls.

This sound carried a certain kind of spirit-polluting penetrative power, causing everyone below, whether exhausted half-demons, Lizardmen, or Demon Race on the walls, to shiver subconsciously, a chill rushing to their foreheads.

"Crawlers... and... bastards!" The voice was like a blunt knife scraping bones, clearly spreading across the battlefield, "You’re surrounded by me! Now surrender and you won’t lose your position as chiefs!"

The disgusting voice echoed out, causing many already morally slumped warriors to vomit on the spot.

Despite saying words of persuasion, calling them crawlers and bastards, even those standing next to the chief didn’t feel he was sincere in persuading them to surrender, let alone the two groups below.

Being so plainly disrespected, the two troops immediately burst into an uproar.

Chief Tuck of the Lizardmen, with his blood-red vertical pupils shrinking instantly, almost spewed out flames of rage, he stepped forward fiercely, pointing his coarse claws at the wall:

"You bastard! Playing these dirty tricks on me!" He turned back furiously, roaring at his subordinates who watched with green eyes of hunger, "Kill them all! Today, let’s taste what Demon Race meat is like!"

Among the troops, Gray, also a member of the Demon Race, glanced at him with displeasure, but in such a situation, he endured it.

"Sigh..." The voice from the walls seemed to carry a tinge of regret, with a heavier sticky sensation, "The words may sound harsh... but it’s for your good. Since... you don’t appreciate it..."

"Then go die! Crawlers!"

Suddenly, a massive amount of magic power gathered at the top of the wall, and beside Tuck, an elderly Lizardman mage was the first to notice this abnormal magic power, his eyes widened.

With his withered hands gripping the magic staff tightly, his voice cracked from fear and urgency: "Chief!! Get out of the way——!!"

He practically leapt forward, using all his strength to cross the magic staff in front of Tuck, and a thick magic barrier instantly unfolded in front of the old mage.

The next moment, over a dozen dazzlingly condensed massive magic light balls shot out from the wall like falling comets!

They engulfed the area where Tuck and the old mage stood, with frenzied energy completely sealing off the space around them for several meters!

A deafening explosion shook the icy plains, the frenzied energy impact kicked up large patches of ice shards and soil, forming a chaotic mist.

When the pervasive icy dust slowly settled, what was revealed was a mess of a deep pit.

Both Tuck and the old Lizardman, along with over a dozen Lizardman warriors, were just gone, leaving only indistinguishable pieces of flesh.

Gulp——

Gray looked at the pit close at hand, cold sweat flowing down his forehead, frozen halfway.

No wonder Gallon fell for this!

With such deception, even that Gallon would be crippled if not killed!

What kind of terrifying magic weapon is this after all?!

Elsewhere, whether it was Yuni’er, Pine, or Bastardos, these Palace Level strong were also looking grave, that instant burst of destructive energy posed a deadly threat to even them!

"Let me ask you again, you..."

Lin Jun wanted to say something, but the others gave him no chance.

"Charge! Destroy those magic items!" Bastardos shouted loudly.

Even the Lizardmen, under the guidance of Gray and Yuni’er, shouted, "Avenge the chief!"

"Well, if you won’t surrender, so be it!"

Lin Jun had hoped for a decisive blow to settle the matter.

"However, you guys can’t seriously think that saying you’re surrounded is just bluffing?" Lin Jun paused, "This isn’t two thousand against three hundred..."

Squelch! Squelch! Squelch squelch——!!!

The seemingly flat ice surface around the battlefield suddenly surged, with countless well-disguised net paths opening up!

Countless white Puki, hidden deep underground, poured out from every possible gap in all directions!

In an instant, they filled the edges of the field of vision, forming a white ring of death, forcing the joint tribal forces that had charged halfway to a halt.

"But rather, eight thousand against two thousand! The advantage, it’s mine!"