Volume 1 Chapter 24 Cat People Meow La

  This batch of beastmen is different from the previous two batches of pure-blooded beastmen. Half of them are pig-headed people, and half are cat people. The pig-headed people belong to a larger body shape, with a stout and fat build, although their strength is not small, they move slowly and do not have the money to equip heavy armor, most of their weapons are just large wolf-tooth clubs tied with iron blocks, their combat effectiveness is not high, their intelligence is insufficient, and they belong to the lower class among beastmen. What's worth mentioning is that they don't pick food, and their reproductive ability is very strong. The cat people, on the other hand, belong to the lower nobility, producing agile warriors who move quickly, although their vitality is weak from birth, but their jumping ability is excellent, their vision is well-developed, generally holding sharp single-handed daggers, making them excellent guerrilla fighters.

  The remote troops in Lin Tian's hands were not enough to crush the opponent, and a cruel melee battle unfolded instantly. In just a few breaths, the central area of the two warring parties had created hundreds of corpses, including more than 20 dwarf warriors and several guards who died in battle. This also made Lin Tian realize that his previously proud frontline micro-operation had serious limitations, just like at this moment, the dense front line did not allow anyone to retreat. If you retreated, the enemy would advance, and the dense formation would be opened up instantly. In this situation, a certain residence did not dare to show off his dual-line operation, and could only order the pastor to find the right opportunity to cast a precious healing spell that could only be used once every day to save the lives of a few soldiers.

  The powerful divine warrior frontline was still relatively stable, but the volunteer army troops on both wings had already been breached in several places. Although they hadn't completely collapsed, these brave volunteer warriors who dared to take the battlefield were not lacking in morale, and were willing to fight with their lives. To show his respect for them, Lin Tian even used his healing magic to abandon saving a dwarf warrior and instead saved a 3rd-level volunteer army warrior who was on the brink of death. This guy had just taken down four enemies, but a sharp knife wound from his left shoulder to right waist had almost completely sliced open his abdomen. Fortunately, Lord Lin's miraculous healing magic pulled him back from the jaws of death. Before the treatment was even complete, he charged back to the front lines once again... After the battle, this volunteer army warrior who had left a deep impression on Lin Tian lay sleeping forever on that battlefield.

  "Roar!" A massive fire dragon burst into the beast group on one wing of the array, wreaking havoc with its sharp teeth and claws, burning over 10 enemies to a crisp before disappearing into thin air, also causing this side's battle line to stabilize once again.

  The casualties were too great, the internal battle lasted only 2 minutes, and hundreds of soldiers had fallen. Lin Tian gritted his teeth, he was waiting...

  Meowra is the feline chieftain of this beastman thousand-man squad, and also the current highest commander. He skillfully commands his 10 hundred-man squads, having them join the battle in waves. Although the warriors are suffering heavy casualties, it's clear that the enemy won't be able to hold on for much longer. This batch is probably the main force of the Xianlin County humans; defeating them would leave the entire county open to our plunder! He can't help but think of the beautiful human girl who died under him last night, and her tender, juicy body... The flavor was simply top-notch! This cruel cat let out a moan-like whimper from deep in his throat, as if he couldn't control himself. Tonight will definitely be wonderful too...

  Huh? Something's not right. The dense forest on both sides of the road was eerily quiet, with leaves rustling and making a loud noise, and even some branches were waving unnaturally high in the air. Mira stared blankly at the four giant tree-like creatures that had suddenly emerged from the ground, taking huge strides towards the middle of their group. All the soldiers who got close to them were tightly entwined by the massive roots that burst out of the ground and couldn't move, but fortunately, they weren't injured and could still swing their weapons. However, safety was only temporary. One of the pig-headed men, whose body was immobilized, stared blankly at the giant pair of scissors-like hands that kept getting bigger in his field of vision, momentarily speechless and forgetting to defend himself, or rather, unable to defend himself. The dull, massive wooden hand heavily struck his chest, although it didn't completely cut off his entire body, but basically crushed half of it, and the huge impact sent him flying 5 meters high, landing far away, clearly not surviving. On the other side of the road, four more identical terrifying giants were charging forward.

  "We've been ambushed!" The commander finally came to his senses, but he was utterly unable to issue effective orders, for at the same time he saw enemy troops flashing out on both sides of the highway, ruthlessly snatching away the victory that had been within his grasp.

  A dense rain of arrows shot out from the woods, hitting their mark with a terrifying accuracy. The cat people dared to bet their second-born on it - this was absolutely the work of the elves. Did those damned elves dare to interfere with the beast tribe's holy war launched by His Majesty? As expected, nearly a hundred elven archers (actually 90) lined up at the edge of the woods, confirming my suspicions. I must survive and report back to His Majesty. Meowra gazed numbly at the nearly one hundred 4th-level human swordsmen (also actually 90) who rapidly charged out from the dense woods, supported by a magic corps behind them, brutally concentrating their attack on a single point in the beastmen's central flank and quickly cutting their forces in two.

  40 Druids simultaneously cast powerful lightning spells, even in daylight, the huge roar and intense thunder light can make everyone feel its power. Not only did it instantly kill a large number of enemy troops, but also activated the morale of the volunteer army soldiers, who, despite their heavy casualties, dared to launch a counterattack.

  20 monks quietly followed behind the swordsmen, providing them with healing while also offering considerable ranged firepower. Unlike priests, monks have martial arts to protect themselves and their close combat capabilities are not bad either. With solid 5th-level combat power, they dare to charge into enemy ranks without fear.

  170 flower demons did not follow the troops in a charge, but guarded in front of the Druids and then released bee swarms, adding fuel to the beastmen's chaos.

  "Whoosh, whoosh!" A powerful voice echoed through the air, the sound of strong wings stirring up the air. Could it be? The battered and helpless cat person looked up in silence at the 40 giant griffin lions and 40 beautiful flying horse knights (the cat person definitely didn't think they were beautiful at this moment) hovering above their head. These flying troops took on the task of harassment, wherever there were gathered troops, they would quickly disperse from the air, and the beast people were completely helpless against these level 5 battle power flying troops.

  The cat twitched its ears, and with its keen sense of hearing, it faintly heard the sound of rapid hoofbeats approaching swiftly. With great difficulty, it turned its head, and in the last scene of this world, it saw: 8 majestic high-ranking knights, oh god, these guys' strength must be no less than that of a 7th-level general, followed by 20 high-level unicorns, in an orderly, hair-raising formation, advancing from directly behind, truly pushing forward without any resistance. One of the knights coldly raised his giant lance towards it... The next moment, this colored cat had become a dead cat, pierced on the lance, hanging like a flag declaring victory.

  The beastmen, lacking effective command, still had a considerable number of remaining troops. With the vanguard blocked in front, they were flanked on both sides and their rear was sealed off, with even the gray birds above them. It could be said that the overall situation was already decided, but they were still proud warriors, mustering up their remaining martial valor to continue charging at the seemingly vulnerable front (the other directions were all high-level troops, making them feel like there was no opportunity).

  The front line withstood the final impact, and the dwarves and guard troops did not have the advantage of level suppression. The cruel battle left the troops severely damaged, and Lin Tian had to pull back the defense line, retreating a few meters. The volunteer army suffered more than half casualties, also slowly retreating in a similar manner. This move excited the remaining beastmen, as if they saw a glimmer of hope, and they continued to charge with renewed vigor. However, once all the flying troops arrived on time to fill the gap, this opportunity vanished like a bubble. 80 soldiers, averaging two levels higher than themselves, stood at the forefront. Although the Griffin and Pegasus Knights gave up their greatest flying advantage, everything was insignificant in the face of their high-level strength.

  The beastman collapsed, and the whole army pursued and killed!