Within his own semi plane, Wan Chuan was instructing his Spawn. The remaining 2000 plus Stoneheart Halflings were standing by a portal in full battle array.
The Stoneheart Halfling was a mutated variant of the Halfling race. In terms of physical qualities, it was no different from the Halfling. However, it had an Innate Talent which the regular Halfling did not, and that was the Stone Heart talent. That talent would make them immune to Charm effects, greatly increase their resistance towards negative status buffs such as fear, and lower speed in morale decline.
In addition to their mutations, Wan Chuan had loaded the Stoneheart Halfling with the Warrior profession. Every Warrior was equipped with a chain mail, a short sword, a crossbow, and a small round shield. One could say that they were armed to the teeth.
Being unable to support a high-level Spawn was something that couldn’t be helped. However, combat effectiveness could be improved via other methods.
With a set of armor, a shield, a sword, and their own hands, they could face almost any enemy without any problems.
With that expensive gear, it was hard power which he depended on in defeating all his enemies along his journey. Even with the last wave of Havoc Demons, he paid the price of 500 to 600 Stoneheart Halflings to literally tank through the wave and shoot each enemy to death with the crossbows.
Six minutes later, the portal opened once again. He confidently watched as a figure, not terribly tall, blocked the light from the portal. It was a…
“An Elf? No, Half-Elf!”
His face fell in spite of himself. Gritting his teeth, he remembered the teachings of his teacher and father and didn’t interfere with his Spawn who were about to face a battle.
As the Half-Elves arrived on the battlefield wielding shields and swords and lined up in front of the portal, a Stoneheart Halfling leader lifted its short sword and shouted, “Supreme Lord of the Land, Son of the Mountains, protect your servants. Kalagos, attack!”
The Stoneheart Halfling Warriors who had long been waiting, pressed the stratagem of the crossbows in their hands. A series of dense ‘swooshes’ sounded. The arrows from the short crossbows flew out, a series of ‘boings’ arose. The Half-Elves’ bucklers were full of arrows. Occasionally, the Centaurs who couldn’t be completed shielded got shot, but the seemingly ordinary leather armor on their bodies wasn’t ordinary at all, but magic leather armor. A veil of light glittered, and despite having hit their targets, many crossbow bolts were reflected.
With the first wave of arrows ineffective, the Stoneheart Halfling leader waved the sword in its hand, and the second wave of arrows flew.
At present, more than 200 Half-Elf Fighters had come out from the portal and formed a semi-circular array to protect the portal. Subsequently, under Wan Chuan’s watchful haze, Half-Elves wielding longbows exited the portal. Drawing their bows, arrows whizzed over the battlefield, one after another, piercing through the round shields wielded by the Stoneheart Halflings with a ‘clang’, and with their remaining thrust force stabbed the Stoneheart Halfling several inches into their chest, right through their chainmail.
The Elves were an authentic high-level legendary race. Though the Half-Elf wasn’t as large as the Elf, it was an intermediate-level race. In both wisdom and potential, they were top-notch among the intermediate-level races.
Although Lin Xiao’s Black-scaled Naga were also an intermediate-level race, they were still far from the Half-Elf.
When the Half-Elf Archers appeared, no longer able to hold himself back, Wan Chen issued a Sacred Decree to his Spawn. Under the command of their leader, the remaining 2000 Stoneheart Halflings charged towards the Half-Elves.
Previously, he was still thinking about using the crossbows he gave to his Spawn to take them down at a distance. But, from the looks of it, he was the won who’d get the worst of a long-distance battle.
As a God, how would he not know what the Elves’ specialty was? In the area of long-range shooting, only a few races could rival the Elves, even Half-Elves.
When the Stoneheart Halflings made a move, the Half-Elf Warriors immediately pressed forward to widen the area of their defense, distancing themselves from the Half-Elf Archers behind them. Half-Elves exited the portal one after another. Every arrow that was unleashed could reap a Halfling’s life.
200 Half-Elf Warriors certainly couldn’t stop the 2000 Stoneheart Halflings, but warding them off for some time would be absolutely no problem. During this time.
When the 300th Half-Elf came out from the portal, the first Half Elf Archer to arrive had already fired its 18th arrow. A groove had been shot out of the Stoneheart Halfling’s rectangular array. 700 to 800 corpses fell on the battlefield.
The losses incurred over this brief time had almost caught up with the losses in annihilating an entire wave of Havoc Demons.
What’s more, the losses continued to rise. Every time their bows were drawn, hundreds of his Spawn would fall.
“I lost!”
Wan Chuan shook his head with regret. Although there were still more Spawn than Half-Elves, the outcome was certain.
On Yuan Hong’s plane at present, the entire plane was empty and quiet. Only Yuan Hong was there, standing alone in the sky of the plane as he watched the Half-Elves beneath him slowly return through the portal.
Unexpectedly, the sixth wave wasn’t any kind of demon, but a wave of Half-Elves. 300 veteran Half-Elf Archers with a level-2 in Profession had shooting contest with his more than 1000 Lizardmen Archers. He was crushed.
And then, there was no ‘then’. After losing the shooting contest, the other Lizardmen were just target practice, shot to death one after another while powerless to fight back.
On another plane, there were also Lizardmen Archers, but the Lizardmen in this plane had bright red skin. The arrows they shot were like rockets, hitting shields and immediately melting a tiny hole through them.
Although their skills in archery were slightly inferior to the Half-Elves, the disparity wasn’t massive. Coupled with their advantage in numbers, these Lava Lizardmen Archers barely prevailed against the Half-Elves in the shooting contest. In the end, only less than 50 Lava Lizardmen Archers survived.
Yan Renjie deserved to be considered one of the two strongest students of his year. His raw power was indeed impeccable.
As for the number two of the entire year, Wan Ying of First Class, her Spawn, the Harpy weren’t as good as the Lava Lizardmen Archers. The reason why she was as famous as Yan Renjie was because she had a hero troop, the Harpy Queen.
This was the queen of the Harpy, a long-ranged archer, capable of shooting arrows imbued with lightning damage.
But the greatest thing about her wasn’t her lightning arrows, but her hero ability, Chain Lightning. She flew into the air and a lightning bolt as thick as an arm came down, killing some 40 to 50 Half-Elf Archers in an instant.
The one-minute cooldown was very short, and after only three casts, the Half-Elf Archers were basically crippled.
Right at the beginning of the sixth wave, the winner was determined within a short period of time. In five minutes, except for Yan Renjie and Wan Ying, almost everyone else was wiped out. The difference was in who persisted longer and who had a better result.
Except for Lin Xiao.
The Naga and Murlocs carried out his tactics, staying away from the portal from the beginning, and spreading out to implement a guerrilla warfare strategy.
Although the semi plane was only so big, and the guerrilla tactic was also called the waiting-to-die tactic, his motive wasn’t really guerrilla warfare, it was just to stall for time.
The Half-Elves occupied the center of the plane and began to kill the Naga and Murlocs scattered around the plane. Small groups of Naga were killed by the Half-Elves, who were superior in power level. Their numbers plummeted rapidly.