. "...Damn it! How many poisonous gas bombs did the Elf Army transport into this city? Is this the final decisive weapon they used to "ensure that they die together"? It just detonated at the same time... God, why am I so unlucky!!!"

In the early morning, in the gloomy sky that was about to break out, Feili sat alone on a magic broom full of sorrow, watching the yellow-green mushroom clouds slowly rise up everywhere in the city, swallowing the soldiers and civilians of both sides in the melee, without leaving even a slight reaction time for these unfortunate people... At this moment, he felt that his heart was heartbroken, as if he had fallen from the door of heaven to the depths of hell. Then he could not help but burst into tears, and a painful wail from the bottom of his heart, like a werewolf who was trapped in the moonlit night - and it was the kind of bankrupt werewolf who held the stocks and all fell to the limit.

"...Oh, I knew that I have always been unlucky. If something went too far at the beginning, then there would never be any good results in the future... The last time was a zombie craze, and the last time was a night attack by the Elf Army. What is it now? The big explosion in the gas warehouse? Or in plural form! God, are you playing tricks on me?"

"It's really useless! The situation is so critical that you still have the intention to complain here?!"

Rebeca, a female vampire professor who also floated in the void, scolded him with some disgust, and mercilessly interrupted his self-pity like Xianglin's wife. "What you need to give the most priority now is how to withdraw as many of our people as possible."

"Retreat? How can we withdraw? Where can we withdraw people?!"

Feili replied with a sad face, with endless despair, "Because it was a night street fighting in the city, our ground troops were scattered between countless streets and alleys in the city, and had already cut off the most basic contact and command from the headquarters. I don't know how many people they have left, where they are, and what they are doing. Even if I want to respond, I really have no way to start!"

Speaking of this, he looked down at him. He quickly enveloped the entire port city, and even the sea breeze could not disperse the yellow-green poisonous mist. Although he had already hung all over his body with various recovery techniques and air purification techniques, Feili couldn't help but shrank. "The only thing that is certain is that they definitely did not carry standard poison gas war equipment when they left - these bulky things are still piled in the bottom cabin now - it seems that they only brought a few boxes of air purification reels that can only maintain the effect of 3 minutes. If they were distributed evenly by the head, it would probably be that each soldier would not be able to spread a pair of reels! Not to mention that they were very likely not to remember to divide this thing in advance!"

"Ah? I didn't bring any poison gas war equipment?! But it has been at least 5 minutes since the explosion..." The female vampire professor pushed the monocle glasses on the bridge of his nose in horror, and asked in extreme shock, "In other words, our ground troops are basically finished?"

"Well, from a personal point of view, I really hope that things will not be done. Going in this direction..."

Looking at the chaos of Jin's wind in the morning light, and his mood became even more unrelenting. Rebecca, Feli's face was full of a tragic wry smile, "But as a sensible commander, I have to be mentally prepared to face the most tragic ending..."

Facing the dim morning light, the commander of the expeditionary army, who was in bad luck, lowered his head slightly, and looked at the dark bodies in the ruins of the castle through the rolling yellow-green poisonous fog. Some of them were the half-baked black-clothed ninjas of the Black Island family, and the rest were the current backbone of the Giant Bear Legion, the dark elf female warriors sponsored and supported by the Temple of Iriscue and Temple of Aimetta...

Just a quarter of an hour ago, when the underground command center hiding the elf queen and princess was successfully broken, Feili once thought she had stood on the threshold of brilliant victory, but now...

"Oh, the most serious battle failure! This time, we are afraid we will lose all our money... I didn't expect that the Elf Army would be so cruel! I don't even care about our own lives!"

Looking at the elf soldiers who struggled to run out of the hidden cover among the rubble but still died one after another in the poisonous fog, Feili in the sky could only continue to smile bitterly.

...

This devastating catastrophe that killed the entire city, broke out when the sky was approaching dawn and the magnificent dawn came.

The previous consecutive battles have completely soaked Tongbes Port, which has a population of more than 100,000, in blood and fire.

Therefore, both sides of the fierce battle were not prepared for this - except for a few masterminds and accomplices - they did not notice that among the last group of homeless people who were wearing strange six-fingered deformed palm flags and robbed in the city, some of them seemed to have received some instructions on the way and suddenly left the brigade, like rats, and entered some deep alleys that had been proved to be lacking in oil, and they didn't know what they were secretly fiddling with...

Next, there was no warning or warning. With a series of explosions of earth shaking, yellow-green poison gas quickly poured out of the underground ammunition depot of the Governor's Mansion Castle. Through countless cracks and pits of all sizes, it suddenly soared into the air, forming a huge mushroom cloud, covering almost everyone here.

In the castle that was almost destroyed into ruins, some dark elf female warriors only slowed down a little, and did not immediately tear open the air purification scroll she carried with them. As a result, they quickly began to cough violently, and then immediately became difficult to breathe. Even their eyes were blind due to severe burns, and eventually fainted with convulsions and fainting... Moreover, even if the female warriors performed anti-virus operations in time, it did not mean they could be saved - the effect of air purification can only last for up to 3 minutes. They must clarify their minds in this short period of time, find the most suitable path, and escape from the expanding range of poison gas... Otherwise, they will suddenly fall to the ground and die while running and running.

Although Rebecca and other magicians of the army used the storm of wind at the first time to try to disperse the poison gas, the entire castle was like a large wooden barrel with pinholes, as if deadly gas was coming out of every corner, and its quantity was endless. No matter how strong the wind was outside, it could not be blown clean. In order to welcome this expected final battle, the "special weapons" stockpiled by the elves can definitely be called an astronomical number, but because the wind direction was always wrong, it could not be used at all before finally making up the mind to die together.

Moreover, the death ability of this poison gas is terrifyingly strong. Those who accidentally inhaled it will lose consciousness and faint within two minutes, and all die in shock within five minutes. Even if the best healing magic tricks are used for rescue, it will not completely eliminate a series of serious sequelae such as perforation of the lung lobe, respiratory burns, blindness, etc.... The vanguard troops who forcibly broke into the underground command of the Elf Army, except for Bishop Isabella who escaped by chance because they were a senior priest who was invincible for all poisons, the remaining two hundred warriors and ninjas declared their entire army annihilated in the blink of an eye.

Even on the ground, the situation was not much better. Because the poison gas explosion came too suddenly and the number was amazingly large, the castle became a Shura field almost in the blink of an eye. Even with the great arcane Rebeca, the great arcane savage, at the scene, the losses of the airborne troops of the Giant Bear Legion were still quite heavy. According to emergency statistics, the number of people who died or disappeared on the spot was as high as more than 1,200. This does not include those dying people who were lying in the medical cabin and twitching all over their mouths, and they didn't know if they could survive until tomorrow.

The ground attack troops that had long been scattered in the city seemed to be even more miserable than the castle. The poison gas warehouse of the Elf Army was far more than the Governor's Mansion Castle, but was scattered in every corner of the city area, with terrible reserves. What's worse is that they were detonated at almost the same time... The hundreds of Japanese warriors and mercenaries under Lord Tadou Kuroshima, more than 4,000 Imperial Army prisoners who had just been rescued, and a few militia and musketeers from the Thirteen State Colonel of the New Neserel were all in trouble under such a cover attack that was not distinguished between enemies and us. Of course, the "indigenous rebels" who were fighting side by side with them, as well as the military and civilians of the Tungbes Port who fought desperately, also encountered the same miserable ending at the same time.

Even the remnants of the Elf Army who were hiding in the underground fortifications of the castle and preparing to continue to fight stubbornly were also greatly harmed by poison gas - the great figures who created this terrifying disaster obviously did not inform them in advance of these brave warriors who fought for them to the last moment - because the thick walls and narrow shooting holes hindered their observation field, the control of the external situation was slower, and they often began to feel their vision blurred without realizing it, and after a short while, they completely turned black. Then, they would feel something seemed to be blocked in their throats, and breathing became extremely difficult...

After a while, bursts of crying gradually rose in every corner of the ground. Many overly frightened soldiers even ignored the enemies outside and rushed out of the shelter that had become hell according to their instincts, and instinctively ran towards the place they thought was safer... However, in fact, the concentration of poison gas outside was higher than that in the bunker. These guys who were trying to escape usually fell heavily into the broken wall before they could run a few steps, and could never get up again.

Then, in the last few minutes before death, they were forced to use the remaining little strength to tear open their collars so that they could breathe more air. Suffocation, burns and gastrointestinal cramps made these poor people twitch violently, sweating, distorted expressions, incontinence, and their whole body was hunched like shrimps. Finally, they moaned and died in their own shit, urine and vomit, and even scratched their faces and throat before death... For the elves who were born to carve their demeanor, elegance and beauty into their bones, this was simply the most miserable way of death in the world.

In any case, the dead are already all over, but the living have to worry about how to continue to live. These huge fountains made of yellow-green poisonous fog are still bursting violently, submerging more and more blocks and crowds. Driven by the prevailing south wind, they slowly swept towards the sea in the north. It is like a huge god of death sickle, slowly but firmly harvesting the lives of most living creatures along the way... In order to compete for a limited number of escape routes, thousands of desperate people pushed and trampled on each other, so that they would kill each other regardless of the enemy, but there were very few who could escape the disaster in the end.

Even the Xiangrui, which floated in the sky, was unable to completely avoid this catastrophe. The air propulsion system of this broken ship had been destroyed, but it could barely maintain its suspended state with the inherent performance of the Miser energy core. When we marched towards Tongbes Port, we could also put on the masts a huge artifact-level underwear instead of sails, and rely on the joint promotion of the South Wind that prevailed at this time and the strong wind technique of the magicians in the ship, and slowly walked over from the sky.

But at this critical moment, the warships could no longer use the wind to escape - the south wind blowing in the sky would only push the Xiangrui further to the depths of the coverage of the poison gas, and let the magicians who had no spells left line up to stand on the open deck, exposing them to the poison gas to perform strong wind techniques, and greatly overwhelm the reverse natural wind... This is really a joke about someone's life.

In desperation, Feili had to order the engine room to try her best to increase the height in order to escape from the sea of ​​poisonous fog rolling in the near-ground space from above. However, many unlucky crew members who had no time to take protective measures were poisoned or even died. As for the thousands of giant bear soldiers who were thrown on the ground... they seemed to be able to make them have to ask for more blessings.

When the first ray of sunlight in the morning penetrated the clouds and shot into the port from the sea level, Feili and several senior officers carefully poked their heads out from the porthole of the sealed cabin, overlooking the following city that destroyed most of the Giant Bear Legion in an instant. At present, there were probably no few living people left. For a moment, I felt sad and wanted to cry without tears. To put it in the words of another world, this was truly hard for decades, but then I realized that I had returned to the pre-liberation!

The previous longing for a brilliant victory that seemed to be within reach was completely shattered in the face of cruel reality... This is actually just a beautiful illusion before the reprieve death penalty - although the price paid by the creator is even heavier.

At the same time, on the sea several miles away from the port, another group of big men stood on the deck of the ship, looking at the Tongbes Port, which had turned into a city of the dead, with a grimace and speechless look.

Just an hour ago, they blatantly issued an order to detonate poison gas bombs hoarded in various parts of the city, sending the enemy, citizens and the last group of loyal and brave soldiers under their command to Huangquan Road. The purpose of paying such a heavy price was to create an opportunity for them to escape in the chaos and fulfill a new agreement with a very questionable credibility.
Chapter completed!