Apocalypse: Hero of Potato Fields-Chapter 342 - 337 The Crisis of the Water Crane Race

Chapter 342: Chapter 337 The Crisis of the Water Crane Race

Lin Yi decided to have the giant dragon retreat and began to focus on preparing to eliminate the cannon fodder zombies.

At first, the Zombie General attempted to have zombies attack along the entire wall, but he quickly realized it was meaningless.

Building a "living stairs" with zombies required a huge number of them, but he simply didn’t have enough due to the limits of the road.

With the pits now filled, the Zombie General decided to intensify the attack.

Zombies surged toward the northern and southern walls, but they were immediately met with infantry, who began to smash their heads.

Without mutant creatures, level 1 cannon fodder zombies were no match against the dense formation of 2,000 knights.

Additionally, these knights were supported by members of the Taru Race and the Child of the Sun squads.

The mages’ magic value was gradually recovering, but Lin Yi didn’t plan to redeploy them.

Of course, he still sent emergency units to the walls and dispatched knights to both the northern and southern walls.

Perhaps the Zombie General was satisfied with the situation, or he was distracted.

Because the shelter’s army relentlessly obliterated endless waves of cannon fodder zombies for two straight hours.

Of course, this also had consequences.

The durability of AP-4 rifles was very low, and the shelter spent a fortune on repairs...

Additionally, machine guns and assault rifles needed regular maintenance, but thankfully, they had enough ammunition.

The shelter had enough magic arrows to last through two such battles.

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On the Water Crane Race side.

The armies of the three sects and various clans were preparing to face the zombie army head-on.

All students were sent to the rear, as the enemy was more cunning than anticipated, and they had almost no immunity pills above level 1.

Because of this, only the elite of the elite were allowed to participate in this battle.

The battle was expected to unfold about a kilometer from the walls.

Everyone knew how dangerous it was to fight in front of the walls; piles of bodies could provide the enemy with a pathway into their city.

"What are you afraid of? Hahaha!" A humanoid monkey with black fur laughed.

He saw the anxiety on the faces of the clan warriors responsible for defending the third defensive zone with their sect.

"Don’t worry, we, the Sword Sect, will show you how to fight, and maybe then you can become true members of the Water Crane Race!"

"True Water Crane Race! True Water Crane Race! True Water Crane Race!"

Thousands of warriors clad in leather armor roared; their armor provided good protection against elemental attacks and blades.

The Sword Sect was the only sect that didn’t order all their young students to retreat.

Most of them stayed to fight because they believed in their armor and blades.

The blades of the warriors were white, as they were made from a special alloy.

They resembled Japanese samurai swords but had pointed tips.

The Undead Race’s army finally appeared.

The Sword Sect’s students responded with cheers.

They were filled with anticipation for the battle!

Their ancient ally, the Weapon Smith clan, was on their left, though they only had about 200 warriors, and only two went forward to meet the enemy.

The clan chief and his brother, both wearing metal armor similar to medieval knights.

The Plain Clan was on their right.

They were farmers, but in terms of wealth, they far exceeded the Weapon Smith clan.

They had 250 people, among whom three were on the frontline.

Two elite soldiers of the clan wielded bows and arrows, while the third, the eldest, was a melee warrior.

He was a rare Ice Element Master.

The thirty warriors of the Sword Sect joined the battle.

Zombies flooded the entire area in front of the defending army...

Then, the massacre began.

The white swords were surrounded by pulsating black lines, resembling veins.

"Furious Sky-Splitting Blade!" the Sword Sect leader shouted, as his weapon began to gather wind elements around it.

The Water Crane Race member slashed open the air in front of him, and a blue crescent shot out from his blade.

The shockwave of wind energy rapidly expanded to a height of thirty meters, slicing through the zombie group and leaving hundreds of mangled corpses.

"Ha Venerable Mentor is amazing!"

The students cheered, and then saw other mentors showcasing equally astonishing skills, which ignited more fervent cheers.

The Weapon Smith clan didn’t have any impressive tricks.

They just hacked away.

Their blades extended from five meters to ten meters, and these powerful warriors wielded their weapons effortlessly.

Archers from the farmers shot arrows that caused powerful explosions among the enemy, while their leader used attacks to turn dozens of enemies into ice sculptures.

The elders could not hold off the entire zombie horde alone.

Zombies occasionally broke through their defense, only to be met with eager students ready for battle.

The battle initially progressed slowly, with the enemies being mere level 1 zombie cannon fodder.

"Hahaha! I knew the Wind Sect were cowards! Look at the losses they’re suffering!"

Ha Venerable Mentor grinned as he effortlessly slaughtered hundreds of undead creatures.

The zombies advanced densely, allowing him to gain more experience from one move than he would from spending an hour cleaning a small fragment.

He was so intoxicated by the experience points gained that he didn’t even realize half an hour had passed.

The warriors began to feel fatigued, though there were no casualties yet.

But when the Zombie General shifted attention from the shelter to the Water Crane Race’s Ark...

Everything changed!

"Something’s not right... They’re moving differently now..." the chief of the Plain Clan said anxiously.

"That’s just your imagination, old man." Ha Venerable Mentor laughed and slashed down another group of zombies.

"You blind fool..." the old Water Crane Clan member hissed.

He turned to the two Archers behind him, "Step back a bit, children."

The two Warriors nodded, retreating a hundred yards within seconds.

They were Archers and did not need to be close to the enemy.

The Zombies had indeed become more coordinated and intelligent, resulting in more student casualties.

Suddenly, a pack of small but fast Level 3 mutant creatures appeared among the Zombies the students were fighting.

There were only five of them, but they still caused a bloody massacre.

These enemies were extremely fast and agile, and the students’ blades had little effect on them.

They occasionally hit a few times, but it was not enough to significantly impair the mutants’ mobility.

"How is this happening...?! How can this be?!" Ha Venerable shouted, rushing to save the students.

A group of Level 2 mutant creatures that had been hiding among the Zombies suddenly revealed themselves, launching a barrage of spikes.

The spikes hit the student Warriors who were weary and distracted by the slaughter.

The same thing was happening across the front lines, but only the third defense zone suffered massive casualties.

Various mutant creatures appeared one after another, followed by Level 3 and 4 Zombies, with Level 4 Zombies being armored.

A sound of gongs rang out, ordering a full retreat.

Most of the Warriors’ Magic Value was nearly depleted, and mutant creatures and advanced Zombies had reappeared...

The countless bodies scattered across the battlefield forced the army to retreat step by step to avoid being buried by corpses.

Explosive Arrows shot from the city walls rained down to cover the Warriors’ retreat.

They were using extremely expensive Ammunition.

Each magic-imbued Arrow cost the Water Crane Clan 1,500 Coins.

A series of explosions sounded, significantly reducing the number of Zombies, giving the students a chance to retreat.

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Central Temple

There were injured and exhausted Warriors everywhere.

The Air was filled with groans, cries of pain, and the weeping of women.

"We were too careless..."

Ha Venerable murmured, sitting by the body of a comrade who had died of injuries, bowing his head.

Overall, the battle was going relatively well for all sects and clans.

The casualties were relatively low, and they had already defeated a large number of enemies.

But not for the Sword Sect...

They lost 600 students and four mentors, and six were seriously injured.

"Ha Venerable, let me check your injuries," said a middle-aged woman in a yellow robe.

"Get away, I’m fine!"

The old Water Crane Clan member roared, his gaze still fixed on his friend’s corpse.

But he had little time to grieve.

Just half an hour later, all Warriors were sent back to the battlefield. They had to buy time for the Lord’s army to clear the corpses in front of the city walls.

In the first phase of the battle, the Zombie General used Level 1 cannon fodder to test the Defense of the city walls.

He was uneasy about those cannons, but those little lackeys did well in weakening the enemy.

The Elite Warriors adopted a time-honored ancient tactic, flanking the enemy from the mountains.

They launched attacks from the northwestern and northeastern heights.

The once spacious and fertile fields were trampled by thousands of feet, covered with corpses.

The Elite Warriors admirably completed their task.

They managed to completely halt the Zombie horde for a time but had to conserve their Magic Value as well.

They could restore their Magic Value within the Central Temple, which was equipped with an upgraded Space-Time Filter.

A large number of Water Crane Clan members rushed out the city gates, starting to load bodies onto carts and transport them back to the city.

Of course, they could have used Fire Sect spells to burn the corpses, but their Magic Value was depleted and it would take a considerable amount of Magic Power to incinerate so many bodies.

Moreover, only Warriors with Level 3 skills possessed enough Power to burn a corpse to ashes.

While observing the battle, the Zombie General realized the monkeys’ strategy, but he was not too worried.

These were not his first targets, nor would they be the last.

He was no fool!

"Ahhh!" a soldier screamed as teeth suddenly sank into his neck.

Over a thousand Zombies suddenly revived, attacking the soldiers as they began to load them onto carts.

Some revived Zombies had already been brought into the city.

Zombies can play dead!

As long as there were living targets nearby, they would attack! Everyone in the Sea of Space-Time knew this...

The Zombie General knew even better.

He knew how to suppress the Zombies’ instincts and will. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

This sudden attack led to absolute chaos, which quickly descended into panic.

As the saying goes, misfortunes never come singly.

Mutant creatures and Zombies suddenly descended from the mountains.

With the Zombie General’s skillful command and his willingness to sacrifice countless Level 1 Zombies, those impassable mountains had been conquered.

Five hundred mutant creatures and a thousand Level 3 Zombies suddenly rushed into the town, running rampant, trying to bite and kill as many victims as possible.

But that wasn’t all...

A gigantic monster suddenly appeared on the horizon. It looked like a giant caterpillar.

This creature was a hundred meters long and fifteen meters wide, protected by a group of Level 3 mutant creatures known as Sprayers.

The enemy troops were swiftly approaching the city walls...