The Ocean Lord Is Unusually Powerful

Chapter 499 - 499: Gambler, Another Massacre, You’re Too Despicable!

Chapter 499: Gambler, Another Massacre, You’re Too Despicable!

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

After saying this, he didn’t pay attention to the others, and he even abandoned the attacking army, leading the remaining troops to leave this sorrowful place.

Anyway, the troops he had sent were Muck Dwellers. Although their numbers were large, the recruitment cost for this unit wasn’t particularly high, and he could bear such losses.

What’s even more significant was that he had a feeling that Ji Chen, the player in question, was much stronger than he appeared at the moment. While he was already formidable, one player’s army could hold its own against a force of twenty thousand troops.

But this no longer concerned him. He felt it was better to return to his territory and rest.

As Wu Lun watched the player’s departing figure, he was slightly annoyed by the player’s lack of gratitude, but he didn’t care much. This departure included him and twenty other players.

After organizing the remaining forces into teams, they took a quick look. Although the quality was certainly not as good as before, they all averaged at Tier 3, 5-star units, and the quantity reached four thousand units, which was enough to deal with the enemy’s defense gaps in the rear.

In addition to the troops, they reluctantly revealed some of their hidden cards, just in case Ji Chen had any tricks up his sleeve.

The second army was roughly divided into two teams, with a centurion appointed for every hundred soldiers, and each team had a thousand-man commander.

Under the hopeful gazes of many players, the teams slowly disappeared into the fog.

They carefully bypassed the frontlines, moving along the coastline of the peninsula like rats sneaking around for food, silently feeling their way along the shores.

The fog quickly engulfed them, reducing visibility to just over ten meters. They couldn’t see the formation of the teams in front and behind, relying solely on following the friendly forces ahead.

The surroundings suddenly fell silent. Even the screams from the middle of the abandoned town, which had never stopped, became much quieter. All they could hear clearly were the tides crashing against the coast and the sound of their footsteps on the moist, soft sand.

No one knew how far they had gone. The centurion leading the way could only follow the contours of the mudflats, groping forward.

As for the originally orderly formation behind them, due to the terrain and the fog, it had stretched out like a sausage.

The centurion at the front lowered his footsteps, widening his eyes as he looked ahead. When he saw a dilapidated fishing boat stranded on the mudflat, his face suddenly lit up.

The position of this dilapidated fishing boat was on the west side of the abandoned town, which meant that they had already bypassed the front lines and arrived in the rear of the enemy!

Just as he was about to turn his head to signal the army to prepare for the attack, he suddenly noticed more than a dozen figures slowly emerging from the fog ahead, each of them about the height of a child, holding a slender object that was narrow at the top and wide at the bottom in their hands.

After a moment of daze, his pupils contracted sharply, and he shouted in a sharp and harsh tone, “Enemies—”

Before he could finish his sentence, more than a dozen metallic creations shot out from the dense fog, turning him into a hedgehog.

From within the fog came a sharp and piercing sound, like the shrill cries of a nightmare from the deep sea, imposing immense pressure on everyone.

But in just a few short seconds, like machine gun bullets, hundreds of metallic creations pierced through the mist and shot towards them. It was only then that they could see that these were extremely sharp tridents!

Whether at the front or in the middle of the formation, they were now under a fierce attack. They looked around in panic, surrounded by thick fog, completely unaware of the exact location of the enemy!

They felt as if tridents were flying over their heads, and while each strike might not necessarily cause harm, it inflicted tremendous psychological pressure on them.

Centurions attempted to organize their forces to counterattack, but the archers fired in the direction of the attacks. However, the arrows seemed to disappear into a quagmire, with no feedback whatsoever, not even a hint of the enemy’s groans.

Many brave units, under the centurions’ organization, moved forward in the direction of the incoming attacks, but even as they stepped into the icy sea water, they still couldn’t see the enemy’s appearance.

It turned out that the enemy was launching their attacks from the surface of the sea!

This revelation left them dumbfounded. They were all land-based units, and the only sea race unit had already been wiped out.

The sudden and terrifying attack, coupled with the enormous casualties and the feeling of helplessness in the face of an enemy they couldn’t counter, injected fear and powerlessness into their hearts. Their morale plummeted to rock bottom.

As their morale plummeted below the critical point, uncontrolled routs began to occur.

Some of them ran in the direction of the incoming attack, while others, in their panic, fled in the opposite direction, taking refuge in the nearby ruins of the small town. Regardless of how the captains and centurions tried to stop and organize them, it was all in vain.

Even they themselves were among the fleeing group.

Coincidentally, a similar scene unfolded on the other side of the peninsula.

However, the Naga Legion, who heard the commotion, quickly responded by dispatching two White Common-Tier Naga heroes, each leading a hundred-man squad, for support.

Those player units that had rushed into the ruins of the town quickly encountered these Hell Messengers, who were covered in blood, with broken flesh hanging from their bone blades.

Another massacre began.

On the high ground.

Listening to the screams of agony and fearful cries coming from both sides along the coast, Wu Lun’s face completely lost its color, turning deathly pale, and his eyes were filled with disbelief..