PFC Chapter 112 Sandworm
Chapter 112 Sandworm
"what happened?"
Just as the rat guards were keeping watch, several more ratmen approached. There were five ratmen in total: three melee fighters and two ranged fighters.
“There’s a sandworm over there.”
The school guard, a mouse, shared what he had seen with his companions.
Sandworms are monsters that live in the Jinming Desert. They look like large intestines, without heads but with densely packed mouthparts at the head.
Adult sandworms typically grow to 6 to 7 meters in length. They are accustomed to moving in sandy areas, and the desert is like their ocean. Like fish in the desert, they can move quickly through the sand.
Besides ordinary sandworms, there are also extraordinary sandworms, which are often much larger. According to Lin Tian's annotations, the largest one observed was over 100 meters long and is said to be deep in the Jinming Desert.
The one in front of them was undoubtedly an ordinary sandworm. Due to the extensive exploration of the desert by the rat people in the past few days, some strange creatures had also come into their view.
"Do it!"
Seeing that their companion was still being chased by the sandworm, the ratmen made a quick decision to help their companion.
The first rat guard to arrive pulled out a steel gun stuck in the sand, then took out the leather shield from its back and placed it at its feet.
He stepped onto the leather shield and slid down the sand dune using its momentum, while the other two ratmen did the same.
They placed their leather shields at their feet and slid down together. The other two ranged crossbowmen did not follow; as ranged classes, they did not need to get close to the enemy.
They crouched on the sand dune, assuming a sniping stance. The natural height and wide field of vision of the sand dune greatly aided their sniping.
Hua Hua Hua~
Three rat guards glided across the sand towards the battlefield. The two rat crossbowmen who had been there earlier also spotted them and immediately moved closer to the rat guards.
The wounded rat crossbowman couldn't run very fast, so the sandworm quickly caught up with him.
Wow~
The sandworm emerged from the sand, its blood-red mouth opening wide to bite the rat crossbowman. At the critical moment, a crossbow bolt shot from a distance.
call out!
Pfft!
The crossbowmen were very accurate; the bolts grazed their companions' bodies and hit the sandworms directly.
Boom!
The injured sandworm choked and collapsed on the sand, giving the rat crossbowmen the opportunity to escape.
The sandworm quickly got up, but instead of giving chase, it swam in the opposite direction.
The three arrows had severely injured him, and his original ferocity had subsided. He no longer wanted to eat these little things; all he wanted now was to escape.
But how could the rats let him go? The rat guard closest to the sandworm saw that the sandworm was trying to escape, so he stopped sliding and jumped onto the sandworm's back.
Pfft!
With a forceful thrust, the school guard stabbed the steel spear directly inside. This thrust seemed to have struck a nerve in the sandworm, causing it to writhe in pain on the spot.
Meanwhile, the other two rat guards seized the opportunity to attack, repeatedly stabbing the sandworm's body with their steel guns. Soon, the sand was stained red with blood.
A perfect hunt!
This is how the ratmen described it. Just as they were pondering how to deal with the 6-meter-long body, someone who surprised them arrived.
call! ! !
call! ! !
A sandstorm suddenly appeared in the desert, and in the gloomy sandstorm, a figure was being carried forward by the sand.
"That is........"
The rat-men couldn't possibly miss such a commotion; they all looked up and stared at the cloud of sand.
The sandstorm noticed them too, and gradually slowed down before landing in front of the rats.
Hidden in the sandstorm was a person, or rather, not a person. It resembled a human who had been skinned. It was terrifying in appearance, with no eyes and its small feet shriveled together. Its long arms had taken over the function of its feet, supporting it on the ground.
He emerged from the swirling wind, still bearing traces of sand and dust. His name was Bone Spirit, one of Lin Tian's lesser demons. His ability to move through the desert was to use the sand and dust.
Because of this special ability, Lin Tian also used it to transmit intelligence, and the speed of movement by using the wind and sand was not slow.
The rat demons certainly recognized the bone spirits, as they had seen them flying around in the air quite often.
"What's wrong?"
Seeing the bone spirit land in front of them, a rat demon stepped forward to ask a question, and the bone spirit replied in a hoarse voice:
"The king has ordered us to assemble."
His vocal cords sounded like they were made of sand, devoid of emotion, and rather strange.
gather?
The rat demons looked at each other, completely bewildered.
..................
in the desert.
What was once a bandit's post station is now a rat-man stronghold. Under Lin Tian's order, the rat-men have carried out a major transformation of this place.
The decorations and layout were all changed to their ideas. Lin Tian thought it was nothing, after all, it was a post station, what else could it be changed to?
However, Lin Tian was still careless.
"What's this?"
Looking at the enormous sand sculpture in front of him... no! a sand sculpture, Lin Tian suddenly felt his vision go black.
Because this sand sculpture is none other than... no! This sand sculpture is none other than Lin Tian, striking a superhuman pose with one hand raised to the sky, ready to take flight.
Let me tell you what this dam is.
Lin Tian felt an immense sense of shame. It was one thing for them to act silly, but to make such an embarrassing pose was another. He had never done such an embarrassing pose before. How did these guys even come up with it?
He immediately glared angrily at the ratman beside him, only to find that the guy looked smug. Although he didn't know if the idiot had made it, he could tell that the guy was quite proud of it.
"you........."
"What's wrong, my king?"
Lin Tian wanted to tell him to destroy the sand sculpture, but looking into its big, bright eyes, he suddenly fell silent.
"Let's change positions."
"Find someone more normal and low-key; I, Your Majesty, don't like ostentation."
"Roger that!"
The rat-man made a salute, as if he had received an extremely important and arduous task. Looking at his stiff and formal manner, Lin Tian's eye twitched involuntarily.
Stepping out of the Mouse Station, Lin Tian arrived at the gate. It's worth mentioning that the gate had also been heavily modified, with two mouse guards carved at the entrance, one on the left and one on the right, like door gods.
Just as Lin Tian was wondering why there were no rat crossbowmen, he looked up.
So that's where it is...
Lin Tian's face twitched wildly as he looked at the three crossbowmen holding up sniper rifles above the gate.
This gate looks a bit eerie...