Vientiane Throne of Civilization

Chapter 922 Heaven
After several years of careful breeding and raising, the number of pterosaur riders on the Lizardman side has increased from single digits at the beginning to thirty.

This does not include some of the pterosaurs that are being domesticated and hatched.

Of course, this number is still not enough in Zhou Xu's opinion, so even now, the main task of the pterosaur riders is still to conduct aerial communications and aerial reconnaissance.

And in Zhou Xu's opinion, the reconnaissance and communication value they can provide is really not comparable to that little combat power.

And now, Soros' plan requires pterosaur riders to take the wood elf mages to the sky!
Pterosaurs have a weak ability to carry heavy loads, so pterosaur riders are relatively small and lighter green lizards.

None of the wood elves are particularly fat, but their bodies are about the same size as adult humans. The lightest is estimated to weigh about 120 to 130 kilograms. In addition, they need to carry a rider and some corresponding equipment on their backs, which is a big challenge for pterosaurs.

This plan was made by Soros on the spur of the moment. Under this situation, they had no other choice!

There was limited space on the pterosaur's back. In order to allow the wood elf mages who had no riding experience to sit as steadily as possible, the pterosaur riders simply stood up on the stirrups and gave the limited space to the wood elf mages.

"Hold on! Take off!"

As they shouted, the pterosaur riders pulled the reins in their hands, and the pterosaurs' still strong legs exerted a little force, coordinated with the flapping of their wings, preparing to fly into the sky.

As a result, the unprecedented weight almost caused them to flip over. They flapped their wings several times before they finally managed to stabilize their bodies and slowly fly up.

The presence of the wood elf mages has significantly affected the flying speed of the pterosaurs.

Fortunately, they are flying in the air, and as long as they ensure the flying altitude, they will basically not encounter any danger, so they just go slower.

However, this slower speed still made the wood elves, who were going to the sky for the first time, feel terrified.

Feeling the crosswind from high in the sky blowing in their faces, even Locke, who had been able to maintain a few tough words before, was now pale and unable to speak.

If you fall from this height, you will be smashed to pieces, right?
No, that's not right! He died without a complete body!

They had seen it before when they were on the wall. These rat slave soldiers ate even their own kind. If they fell down, they would probably become food in the rats' stomachs in an instant!

The wood elf wizards shuddered at the thought of this.

The entire process of the pterosaur riders landing on the wall and taking off was too obvious, and the ratmen on the opposite side naturally noticed their presence at the first moment.

But they didn't care, since it couldn't pose a threat to them anyway.

The pterosaur riders maintained a steady and unhurried state and flew over the battlefield.

"We've arrived!"

At the sound, their bodies froze, and the Wood Elf mages, including John, looked down cautiously.

Goodness! The height instantly made them feel dizzy, as if they were going to fall down in the next second.

And this is the case when the pterosaur riders have deliberately lowered their flying altitude.

"The mission begins!!"

Taking a deep breath, John forced himself to suppress the nervousness and discomfort in his heart regarding the air environment, and shouted at the top of his voice.

"Relax, our mission is not complicated. In fact, it should be very simple for us."

John took another breath when he said this. "I know that everyone is not used to high altitude environments, but think on the bright side. Ratmen can't fly, so our current situation is absolutely safe!"

It was completely different from the previous training sessions with the team. It was not until this moment that John officially revealed his potential as a commander.

After hearing John's call, the emotions of many wood elf mages gradually calmed down.

Yes, compared to the wall area, they are now flying in the sky and the ratmen can't reach them at all. Isn't it safer?

As this idea came into being, the Wood Elf Mages gradually lost their initial nervousness.

After adjusting their status and signaling the pterosaur rider to fly lower, they reached into their arms and took out a palm-sized bag filled with thumb-sized flat round beans.

The wood elf wizards grabbed a handful and threw it directly downwards.

During this time, the rat people below naturally noticed their actions, but they had no idea what they were doing, let alone how to respond.

Without hesitation, after scattering the flat round beans, the wood elf wizards including John adjusted their breathing again and chanted quickly.

At the same time, on the battlefield, the rat trolls were quickly grabbing one ratman barrel after another and throwing them towards the distant Southern Fortress.

The ratman marked by the Blood Explosion will self-explode after a certain period of time, so he must act quickly.

After throwing one, immediately reach out and grab the next one.

As a result, he failed to catch the barrel. It seemed as if the barrel was being dragged by something. The resistance made the rat troll unable to help but look down.

At that moment, looking at the dark green vines that were constantly crawling out from under the wooden barrel at a speed visible to the naked eye, the Rat Troll couldn't help but blink his eyes. His slightly dull face showed that he didn't understand what was going on at all.

But his instinct made him reach out and tear the vine apart.

"It hurts. Tear it off, tear it off!"

However, this grab caused the vine to directly follow his palm and climb onto his body.

At this moment, the ratman in the flying barrel exploded with a "bang". The black and red blood plasma that overflowed from the gap in the flying barrel stained the surface of the vines, making a "sizzling" sound.

But the constantly twisting vine obviously didn't care about all this. It continued to crawl along the object, growing longer and longer, and even growing new branches.

The rat troll ignored this and continued pulling the vines, but the more he pulled, the more vines there were. In just a moment, they had covered his entire body!
At the same time, the regular rat army soldiers who were responsible for watching the rat trolls were also facing the same situation.

"What the hell! What's going on?!"

"Where do these vines come from?"

"Where's the knife? Bring it here!"

"..."

Amid the screams of the ratmen, wildly growing vines, centered on the rat trolls' throwing positions, began to dye the battlefield a new color!

(End of this chapter)