Chapter 11: Locust Plague
Hejiazhuang, Huangya Paddy Field.
The breeze is coming, and the sea of ??rice is making waves.
Under the sunshine in the morning, the yellow bud rice exudes a more and more intense aroma of spiritual rice.
"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!..."
The sky is full of locusts, and nearly ten million locusts gather to form a black cloud. When the yellow bud rice is fully mature, the bee pupae will come down to feast on it.
Hundreds of billions of locust disaster clouds formed on Wanzuling one month before the yellow bud rice matured, and slowly marched to various places in Nanling. On the way, there was no grass growing, and no people or animals stayed in places without monks' protection. It can be seen that this world is not Suitable for ordinary people, everyone in the immortal world is an ant.
One of them, a cloud of nearly ten million locusts, floats over Xiliuyuan, waiting for the gluttonous feast that happens every five years.
Near the Huangya paddy field in Hejiazhuang, a cavalry guard composed of a hundred monks who have reached the middle stage of Qi training has been fully formed. One man and three horses are equipped with strong bows and crossbows, waist knives and light armor, and three golden light talisman body guards. The Fire Crow Talisman kills the enemy.
These are specially prepared for the monster level locusts.
For those ordinary locusts, the village also deployed 1000 people with flails to repel insects, and another 1000 people with sickles to harvest yellow bud rice.
It is inevitable that monsters will attack and kill ordinary people during the rice harvesting process, but as long as the yellow bud spirit rice is not damaged, the lives of some ordinary people are nothing.
Being arranged to hold a flail, Cao Cuo was a little speechless. Does this thing really work? nove/lB/1n
A monk who has not cultivated mana is not much better than a secular warrior, so he is also arranged to work with ordinary people.
Cao wrongly turned his gaze to Shiting not far away.
In a stone pavilion next to the Huangya rice field, He Feibao is leading He Gui and Zhao Li, waiting for the Huangya rice to mature.
He Gui took the lead in complimenting: "This year, the envoy will personally preside over the grain harvesting affairs. It must be safe. There are a few locust monsters, and the envoy can deal with them without any effort."
He Feibao replied soberly: "This plague of locusts has existed since the development of Nanling, and it is not a simple monster."
He Feibao stroked his short beard and said, "This plague of locusts originated in Wanzu Mountain, and there are hundreds of billions of them. Among them, the king worm commander of the alchemy state will often be born."
"There's an alchemy period!" He Gui and Zhao Li exclaimed together.
Although the two have been in Hejiazhuang for many years and participated in many food collection operations, they were shocked for a while when they were low-level and could not come into contact with the secrets involving the alchemy monster.
Once the great pill-forming monster is born in the insect cloud above Xiliuyuan, the people here will be burnt and their blood will flow like rivers.
Zhao Li hurriedly asked: "Then will there be...?"
Hundreds of fire crows penetrated into the cloud and exploded one after another.
There were a hundred more holes in the insect curtain that covered the sky, and a large number of burning insect corpses turned into a rain of fire and smashed to the ground.
A smell of burnt insect flesh filled the air.
The yellow-bud rice is like gold with golden spikes hanging all over it. It is not afraid of flames and still exudes the fragrance of rice.
Two kinds of smells are intertwined in the whole Xiliuyuan...
Second, the third batch of Fire Crows flew towards Chongyun one after another, but the results were not satisfactory.
The monster among the locusts had already reacted, and kicked out the green wind blade with its hind legs, splitting most of the fire crows in half.
After the rain of fire and crows, the locust monsters also dispersed and attacked the guard cavalry on horseback beside the rice fields.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! ..."
The wind blades of the locusts and the flying blades of the cavalry, the two armies fought each other, each showing their magical powers.
After the mana was exhausted, the guard cavalry shot with bows and crossbows, which also caused effective damage.
The thousand-man flail team in Zhuang Nu's team also started to drive and kill the ordinary locusts the size of a fist, and another 1000-member sickle-holding team rushed to harvest yellow bud rice...
A guard cavalryman was struggling to draw his bow, ready to shoot the arrow full of mana, but the horse under his crotch whined suddenly, leading his master to fall weightlessly.
It turned out that the horse's belly had been bitten through by a locust, and blood and intestines flowed all over the ground.
Riders and horses were swallowed by locusts, howling in agony.
The most casualties are mortals.
The flail in his hand was bitten off, and the frightened few threw down the scythe or turned around and ran away...
Or being chased and bitten to death by locusts, or being chased and hacked to death by guard cavalry after running out of the rice field...
Cao Cuo was able to do a job with ease in the rice fields, and the flail danced, and the locusts couldn't get close easily.
Locusts and humans fought a bloody and brave war between the two groups on this rice field.
Among the stone pavilions.
He Feibao was alone.
The rest of the people had left to support the gaps everywhere. He stood with his hands behind his back, not paying attention to everything that happened in the rice field, and focused his attention on the three foundation-building locusts in the sky, and the two sides were entangled.
The three foundation-building locusts had regarded him as food, and He Feibao was sullen.
