The game has become a real alternate world-Chapter 694 - 376: Reinforcements

The armored mice were about 1.5 to 1.6 meters tall.

Without a doubt, it was a giant rat among the Sharp-eared Rat People.

Even taller than most Dwarves.

He wielded two Long Blades in his hands, with a Meteor Hammer wrapped around his tail.

In battle, the dual blades and tail attacked continuously, as if he had grown a third hand.

This was also a mark of distinction for a strong mouse.

Powerful mice could almost always control their tails.

The Snake-man commander was being beaten back continuously.

He had never encountered a strong individual mouse because it was impossible for mice to possess such strength.

Due to the mice’s high reproductive capability and large numbers,

if powerful individuals could arise among them, other races would have already joined forces to eliminate them.

Facing the exclamation of the Snake-man commander,

this mouse was clearly very willing to respond.

"It’s all thanks to the blessings of the Evil Mouse! He is the Mouse God, who will lead us to create a world for ratmen!"

With that, the mouse inexplicably fell into a fanatical state, attacking at a faster pace and with more strength.

Shouting about the Evil Mouse’s watchfulness, he launched a frenzied assault.

This time, the Snake-man was truly unable to fend him off.

"Whoosh!"

A sharp sound pierced the air.

The mouse clearly reacted.

Bending at the waist and lifting his hips, the Meteor Hammer on his tail actually smashed into the arrow, breaking it.

"Scum, who dares to ambush the mouse?!"

The mouse was extremely furious; it was always the mice ambushing others, and to think he was ambushed one day. Fortunately, he reacted quickly.

Another arrow flew over.

This time, as the sharp sound rang out, the arrow had already landed on the mouse.

The mouse’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Too outrageous.

This attack was far more powerful than the previous one, piercing him directly without any reaction.

He was shot on the spot and flown away, with the arrow piercing through several mice before finally pinning the last mouse to the ground.

The once boastful, powerful giant rat now lay on the ground with a bowl-sized hole in his chest.

It’s hard to believe it was caused by an arrow.

The powerful impact created strong destruction when it hit the first target.

"The general is dead!"

"The general is dead!"

"It’s over, run!"

The mice immediately started to panic, their morale suddenly plummeting.

Because the mouse general they had high hopes for, who seemed invincible, was killed with a single arrow.

"Did you see that? This is Archery, you still need practice." Lurilu, holding her bow,

said to Miguel West who was beside her.

Miguel West curled his lip, casually tossing his bow into his space, and charged out with two Curved Sabers in hand.

"I don’t like archery anyway."

Wielding the blades,

he became like a meat grinder, swiftly clearing the area, and only then did the mice realize that enemies had somehow appeared behind them.

When they reacted, more enemies charged at them.

The ground trembled.

Something seemed to be coming, accompanied by a roaring sound.

When the mice turned their heads,

they saw a cloud of dust being kicked up.

A group of Centaurs, clad in fine Armor and with an overwhelming momentum, formed a Charge formation, rushing over like a moving wall.

Glittering in the sunset’s glow.

"Run, it’s the Iron Men!"

"Such fast Iron Men!"

The mice cried out in fear, even the Commander began trembling.

The oppressive feeling brought by the formidable charge formation crushed them.

The Centaur formation charged straight through.

Any mice daring to block their path were kicked away like stones by the roadside, crushed into fragments and scattered.

When the Centaurs pierced directly through the entire encirclement, they left a bloody path.

"Reform! Small squads interpose!"

The Centaur unit received the order and began forming small squads of six to ten, charging side by side.

Like turning a large roller brush into small brushes.

They began randomly brushing through the encirclement,

creating patches of void.

The chaotic interspersing of the squads caused severe panic in the mice’s encirclement.

The mice’s attacks sounded like tinkling when they hit the Centaurs, having no effect at all.

"Still throwing stones at us? Does he really think he can use pebbles to kill us?"

"Haha, that joke is not funny at all."

"Everyone, get serious!"

The Snake-men who originally formed the breakout squad stood frozen.

They, who had been prepared to fight to the death, were bewildered by this sudden change.

Support from an unknown source had wiped out the mice, leaving their formation in shambles.

Breaking the mouse encirclement surrounding them, scattering them to flee.

"No pursuit!"

With this command issued,

the Centaurs regrouped.

It was only then discovered that numerous Night Watcher teams were already clearing out the remnants around.

"Were you preparing to break through? Who is the leader?"

One of the few Tactical Masters among the Night Watchers stepped forward and asked.

The Snake-man commander hurriedly stepped up to meet him.

"It’s me, I am the commander of Shecui City, organizing the remaining men to break through to avoid being entirely trapped inside and waiting to die."

"A wise decision, but evidently not timely. Reinforcements have arrived, now return. We must hold the city; we cannot let the mice have it."

With the arrival of such powerful reinforcements, and the city not yet captured by the mice, it was natural to seize the opportunity to quickly return and fortify the city’s defense.

"The mice are here!"

"You heard that, let’s go. Luckily, we came in time."

It was fortunate that these mice seemed unwilling to let everyone escape, gathering towards their direction.

This hinted that perhaps they hadn’t sent too many troops to occupy the empty city.

This would greatly reduce the difficulty of reclaiming the city.

The Night Watcher teams quickly entered the city, along with the civilians and soldiers who had originally intended to break out.

At this moment, numerous mice had already begun to flood into the city.

Those too severely injured to flee stayed behind to resist.

They volunteered to remain and fall with the city.

Until reinforcements arrived amid their battle cries.

"Why are you back? Did you fail?"

"No, we are saved, quick, don’t force it, lie down you can still be saved."

They found that the reinforcements killed with terrifying efficiency.

In this kind of urban warfare, their efficiency was even higher than that of the mice, quickly clearing them like a rapid machine.

Mice were dragged out from every sinister corner and killed, their bodies piled up in heaps.

Campfires made of corpses were ignited one after another, the charred scent of meat permeating the city.

They swiftly assumed control of the city’s defenses.

When the exterior mice regrouped, they realized the city seemed somehow different.