Chapter 2114 Battle of Death Valley

Deep within the encircling mountains lies a rift resembling an abyss.

The miasma from rotting corpses, mixed with the toxic fumes rising from the ground, forms a thin layer of pale green mist among the jagged stones.

This is Death Valley.

True to its name, it is a forsaken land where only the well-versed Ratmen can survive.

Taking advantage of these natural defenses, the Ratmen traversing the mountains have often given the Dwarves of the High Mountain Kingdom a hard time.

However, today this situation has been reversed.

Known as the "Holy Spirit" and "Dragon Descendant," the Graveyard Warriors surged like a tide through the pale green poisonous mist, launching a fierce attack on the hastily organized defenses of the Ratmen!

"Brothers! Charge! Get the first kill!"

"For the tribe! For Valoran—ugh, for the Lord Demon King!"

"Don't block the way in front!"

"My fireball! Don't block my fireball!"

With a series of wild shouts, the Undead Legion from the Great Graveyard roared in like a black mudslide into the canyon.

Leading the charge are a group of Lizardmen and skeleton soldiers clad in heavy armor.

Though varied in form, some even missing limbs, their fearless and insane ferocity is enough to terrify any regular army!

Amidst the anticipation of countless players, the long-awaited "epic battle" finally made its way onto the table, courtesy of the official operations team.

In those glowing green eyes, the dreaded Death Valley appeared like a golden land flowing with experience and contribution points!

To shed the status of mere cattle and become noble advanced demons, almost every player put their life on the line!

The Pig-headed Knight charged at the forefront.

This robust "Dragon Descendant" warrior clutched a Totem Stone Pillar picked up from somewhere, each wild swing a scene of blood and carnage!

This guy had gone berserk, his dark green scales adorned with Ratmen flesh, and his tail fervently slapping the ground.

"Hahaha! Utter madness!"

It could no longer be called a battle.

It was more like home demolition!

The surrounding Ratmen scattered in all directions, terrified by his actions. A Mouse Priest attempting to chant a spell was struck directly on the head by a cleaving axe.

Seeing the Pig-headed brother running rampant, the Minotaur warrior wielding a battle axe couldn't help but tease.

"Can you slow the hell down? The rear can't keep up!"

"Hahahaha! I refuse straight up!"

The Pig-headed Knight roared with excitement, until a dagger slashed open his ankle, causing him to howl with anger.

"Damn! A sneak attack from a rat, watch your grandpa Pig-headed wipe you out with one blow!"

He swung the massive Totem Pole backward, but it hit nothing but air.

Yet, the strike wasn't entirely wasted, as the flying debris and massive shockwave slammed into the Ratman Assassin's chest, causing blood to spurt from its mouth and nose.

This guy doesn't even have Extraordinary Power?!

The Pig-headed Knight, humiliated by mere mortals, flew into a rage, grabbing forward with his front paw and crushing the Ratman's skull!

However, at that moment, sharp stone bullets rained down like a shower, leaving the Pig-headed Knight bloody-headed, and he had to lift the Totem Pole to block.

This guy had drawn too much aggro.

Not only the Slave Rat swinging the stone throwing rope, but even the distant Mouse Priest targeted him, casting spells with a bone staff adorned with bells.

The soul-piercing sinister spell turned into streams of nether light, covering him under the protection of stone bullet barrages.

Trapped in the enemy's formation, the Pig-headed Knight gradually found it hard to keep up, finally feeling the enormous pressure, and could only cast a pleading glance behind him.

Brothers—

Save your dad!

Even though the Pig-headed brother was always reckless, it was thanks to him drawing so much aggro that the Ratmen targeting him failed to realize the real threat lay behind this idiot.

Just when a group of Clan Rats wielding long halberds surrounded the bulky Lizardman, a frost flower ring of dark blue suddenly exploded at Brother Pig's feet, spreading in a wave, freezing those rats into ice blocks in an instant.

"Beautifully done!"

The Pig-headed Knight let out an ecstatic roar, the totem in his hand sweeping across, shattering the Ratmen into pieces!

"You're welcome."

In the distance, [Yiye Zhiqu] replied calmly, while coolly waving a magic wand, the golden ring on his bone finger emitting an eerie glow.

Without any excess motion.

His casting was precisely timed with the enemy's attack rhythm, ice and flame intertwined in his hands, as if playing a symphony of death.

Though his casting wasn't as smooth as the Lord Demon King's, this fluid casting style bore at least one-tenth of the Lord Demon King's flair.

Meanwhile, on the other side, [Hu Wan] shrouded in a shadow cloak, had silently merged into the pale green miasma.

Only when a Ratman fell clutching its bleeding throat did the surrounding rats catch a glimpse of those dark green daggers reflecting in the shadows.

Watching the Undead Rat rampaging through the Mouse Priest's ranks, the Ratmen Chiliarch commanding the battle's pupils contracted violently.

Such swift movements!

The T0 player's strength is terrifying!

On the other side of the battlefield, the style seemed a bit bizarre. Only a few were at the front, and the rest of the players seemed reluctant to approach.