CHAPTER 33: CHAPTER 33 STONE SKIN PROTECTION (PLEASE VOTE AND FAVORITE)_1

This was Yan Xing’s first encounter with magic in this world, and it displayed to him a power under a different set of rules.

At the same time, Yan Xing also saw those Werewolves, whose bodies were completely covered by Stone Armor, directly leap over the trenches and pounce on the iron fences behind them.

With the protection of the Stone Armor, the barbed wire nets couldn’t harm them. They grabbed the iron fences and violently shook them, toppling the fences before lying on top of them.

They did the same with the next trench.

Just like that, the Werewolves had breached the trench line!

The Werewolf Warriors who had been trapped inside leaped up quickly at the call of Duan’er, stepping on the bodies of their Stone-Armored companions to rush out from the trench line.

Yan Xing, lying on the watchtower, shouted down to Olaf, "What is this? Is it magic?"

Olaf shouted back in response, "Master, this is Earth System defense magic called ’Stone Skin Protection.’ Our Beast Tamers from the Swamp Tribe all know some magic..."

Beast Tamers know magic?

Yan Xing was stunned for a moment and yelled, "Why didn’t you say so earlier!"

"Master, you didn’t ask. Moreover, the magic that Clan Leader Duan’er knows is really no match for the magic you know, Master."

The difference is huge...

Your Master doesn’t know any magic at all!

I was careless.

I was always thinking about how to arm the Werewolf Warriors and forgot to ask about Duan’er’s abilities. I never expected that fellow knew magic.

What’s a Beast Tamer doing learning magic?

But the situation at hand left no room for Yan Xing to ponder anything else.

The attacking Werewolves had already broken through the trench zone and were charging toward the protective walls of the territory. If Duan’er cast a few more Stone Skin Protection spells to clothe the Werewolves in Stone Armor, the barbed wire on top of the protective wall would be of little use against them.

However, since Duan’er was forced to cast spells within the trench line out of desperation, he probably can’t cast it whenever he pleases.

It definitely consumes Magic Power.

His reluctance to use spells recklessly also implies that Duan’er’s Magic Power isn’t high.

Yan Xing breathed a sigh of relief for the moment.

If Duan’er had enough Magic Power to cast Stone Skin Protection on every Werewolf, there would be no point in fighting this battle.

"Don’t panic, hold steady! Continue shooting..."

Yan Xing once again released inspiration to stabilize the farmers who were faltering at the sight of the charging Werewolf pack.

Olaf and his wolf pack continued to use slingshots to fire nonstop at the invading Werewolves.

As the invading Werewolves drew closer, the force of the launched marbles increased.

Olaf and his team’s laminated rubber band slingshots started to become lethal. Out of affection for their kin, these Werewolves who had surrendered to Yan Xing aimed their attacks at their fellow tribesmen’s legs.

This action undoubtedly boosted the morale of the invading Werewolves.

They quickened their pace and began picking up rocks from the ground to throw back, soon injuring several farmers.

The iron sheeting enclosing the outside of the watchtower clanged loudly from the impact.

The attacked farmers began to cower in fear again...

Sigh, they were never combat units to begin with. Holding out this long was already commendable.

To avoid farmer casualties, Yan Xing ordered the farmers behind the protective wall to retreat. Using the watchtower and Olaf’s wolf pack, they continued to use slingshots to intercept the attacking Werewolves.

But the firepower was obviously much reduced.

The Werewolves, thinking their victory was in sight, rushed full speed toward the protective wall.

Following behind them, Duan’er also cast the spell Stone Skin Protection at just the right time.

Yan Xing, who had been keeping an eye on Duan’er, finally saw how the magic was cast.

Duan’er seemed to chant a spell, and then a yellow-brown ball of light gathered in his hands. Next, he pointed it at a charging Great Werewolf and released it, the ball of light shooting out from his hands.

The ball of light hit the Great Werewolf, and the magic effect contained within was immediately released.

At the feet of the Great Werewolf, the earth turned into quicksand, quickly covering his entire body from his feet upward. After even his head was enveloped, the flowing sand instantly solidified into a suit of sturdy Stone Armor.

At this moment, the weight of the Stone Armor slowed down the Great Werewolf’s speed, but also significantly increased his defense.

The Great Werewolf, now empowered with defense magic, let out a howl full of fighting spirit, ready to cross the ditch in front of the protective wall and bring it down again with the same tactic.

But the Great Werewolf, running in Stone Armor, stumbled and fell flat on his face in the dirt.

The other Werewolves charging at the protective wall also fell one by one to the traps.

Some were tripped by the hidden net of spikes, others stepped directly onto iron spikes and howled in pain while clutching their feet...

Duan’er, who was supervising the battle from behind, watched in both anxiety and heartache.

After splitting his forces to the flanks, Duan’er led seventy Werewolves in a frontal assault.

He had pessimistically estimated losing about ten Werewolves in the ditch area, but after a volley of slingshot fire, nearly thirty Werewolves were trapped in the ditch area.

Now, traps had injured more than ten more Werewolves.

His Werewolves attacking from the front had suffered heavy casualties before even reaching the enemy’s protective wall.

This... this truly leaves no room for retreat.

All the injured Werewolves are tangled up. Retreating means abandoning them. Although I don’t know the situation on the other two fronts, judging by my own ordeal in the trench zone, the forty Werewolves attacking from the flanks probably aren’t faring any better.

With most of my elite Werewolf Warriors gone, how could I defend Red Mud Wetland if I retreat?

The other Werewolf Tribes would quickly come to kill us.

Therefore, for Duan’er, it was imperative to overcome this human camp. Only with victory could he rescue his trapped subordinates.

The enemy only has nine Werewolves; our side still holds an advantage!

Duan’er let out a howl to urge the Werewolves to continue the assault and prepared to use the last of his Magic Power to cast a few more Stone Skin Protection spells.

We must break through the enemy’s protective wall quickly.

As long as we break in, we’ll win.

Yan Xing crouched on the watchtower, his body hidden behind the iron wall, only his eyes peering out. Whenever he saw an opportunity, he quickly shot a marble and then swiftly ducked down.

The iron wall rang out as it was hit by stones thrown by the Werewolves, occasionally even striking Yan Xing’s helmet that was exposed.

Duan’er began casting a spell again, muttering to himself as a beam of magic light appeared and grew in his hands.

How could I let him empower several more Stone-Armored Werewolves? So, upon seeing Duan’er show signs of casting, Yan Xing stood up, drew the rubber band on his slingshot tight, turned on the laser sight, and shot a marble at Duan’er.

Duan’er, who was in the midst of casting magic, first noticed a red beam shining his way, then his head took a heavy blow.

Pain! A buzzing pain! It spread from my forehead through my whole body.

The spell that was gathering instantly scattered into a shower of stardust and vanished.

When he reached up to his head, a large bump was forming at the point of impact.

He actually injured me!

Duan’er roared in rage, but upon seeing another red beam coming his way, he quickly shut his mouth and dodged.

With a POP, a marble shot into the spot where he had just been standing, kicking up a small cloud of dust.

Yan Xing had set his sights on Duan’er. Facing the Werewolf who kept hopping left and right to evade, he didn’t use marbles to shoot, but continuously pointed the laser beam at him.

He prevented Duan’er from stopping to cast a spell.