The Gates of Hell

Chapter 120 The Gates of Hell

When they finally escaped the camp area and rushed into the relatively narrow "Rock Gully" on the west side, with jagged rocks on both sides, only half of the two or three hundred people who had followed them remained.

Fortunately, the giant eagle, which resembled the Grim Reaper, finally flew away.

Everyone subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Although explosions and screams continued to echo from the camp behind them, the surrounding rocks seemed to isolate them, forming a kind of safe barrier.

"Phew—finally out—" Hag leaned against a rock, panting heavily. Although he was covered in blood, he was not in mortal danger. He gritted his teeth and broke off the arrow shaft that had pierced his shoulder, glancing fearfully in the direction of the camp.

Tonight was absolutely the most terrifying battle he had ever experienced in his life, without a doubt.

Wolf was also relieved. His injuries were unclear and he looked somewhat weak: "Three miles ahead in this ditch, there are many forks in the road that lead to the iron mine to the north. Once we go into the mine, we'll be safe."

The giant features on Balu's body are slowly fading. His skin color is changing from a rock-like dark color back to bronze. His size is also shrinking. His body is covered with hideous wounds. The bones in his left arm are completely broken, and he cannot move.

He gripped his battle axe tightly, gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, and his anger burned like an uncontrollable flame.

His most elite subordinates and strongest main force were thus lost here, and his heart truly felt as if it had been torn to pieces.

"Sharina!" he hissed the name as if to chew it to pieces, "I'll make you pay!"

But despite his anger, Balu was also filled with shock, confusion, and an unprecedented fear.

The battle he had just fought made him truly feel that death could come at any moment, and he felt genuine despair.

He really couldn't understand what kind of witchcraft Sharna was using, or what those explosives were.

It feels endless; even a mage's attacks have intervals and limits.

The explosive attacks in Shirakawa Valley seem to have no limit.

What puzzled him even more was how Baihe Valley could suddenly acquire such terrifying power.

"Damn it, what are those things?" Hag asked, still shaken, his heart filled with confusion and fear.

Baru remained silent, but Wolf spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and analyzed, "It must be an outside help that bitch Sharna found. It might be something made by alchemists from the Kingdom of Augustus! And those crossbow bolts are also strange. They have unbelievable power, stronger than our best hard bows. They're probably imbued with some kind of magical power."

"Whatever it is!" Balu slammed his fist into the rock wall beside him, sending rubble flying. "Once I catch my breath and regroup, I'm going to wipe out all those bastards in White River Valley! Not a single one will be left alive!"

He looked around and saw that of the more than four thousand elite soldiers, less than two hundred remained. His heart was bleeding. He, "Blood Claw" Balu, had dominated the Wind-Eroded Highlands for more than ten years. He had never suffered such a loss or been so humiliated.

He simply couldn't swallow this insult.

"Let's go, to the iron mine!" Balu suppressed his surging blood and anger, knowing that the most important thing now was to survive and preserve these core powers.

The remaining troops began to move forward along the rocky gully, their steps uneven.

The ravine was dimly lit, with towering rock walls on both sides and gravel and sand underfoot.

The atmosphere was oppressive; no one spoke, only heavy breathing, suppressed groans, and the sound of hurried footsteps could be heard.

Unbeknownst to them, on the rock face above them, in the shadows of the rocks on either side, pairs of cold eyes, like the most patient hunters, were fixed on their defeated and remnant army.

The goblin scout of Emberstone Ridge lay prone behind a protruding rock, his breathing so faint it was almost imperceptible.

His night vision allowed him to clearly observe Balu and the others, and a slow smile crept onto his lips: "Target has entered the core of the designated minefield—"

Distance from the first trigger point: 50-40 steps - 30 steps

This rocky gully was a dangerous place that Wu Ronghui and his team had carefully chosen.

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It may seem like a path to life, but it is actually a shortcut to hell.

They had already laid a trap here before the final offensive was launched.

Beneath the seemingly natural rubble in the ravine lay numerous landmines, and hidden in the rock crevices and caves on both sides of the cliff face were even more explosive charges controlled by ropes and mechanisms.

The exit of the ravine and several key forks in the road had already been surrounded by the warriors of Baihe Valley, waiting for the enemy to take the bait.

It could be said that this place was a carefully woven net by Matthew and his men for the Giant God Tribe, just waiting for them to meet their demise.

When Baruna's massive footprint landed on a patch of slightly soft sand in the middle of the ravine, there was a loud "thud!"

A deafening roar, like the sky collapsing and the earth splitting, suddenly erupted from beneath their feet!

It wasn't a single sound, but rather as if a series of rolling thunderclaps exploded beneath our feet!

The dozen or so pre-buried landmines were triggered simultaneously, and a massive wave of smoke and dust erupted from the ground beneath Balu's feet, sweeping outwards. The violent shockwave and countless pre-made fragments and rubble tore at the remnant troops from below.

"ah--!"

"My legs!!"

The screams were instantly drowned out by the sound of the explosion.

More than a dozen people were blown to pieces on the spot, and many more were blown away, with severed limbs flying everywhere along with blood and sand.

Smoke and dust filled the ravines, and firelight flickered.

At the moment of the explosion, Balu's beast-like instincts made him leap forward, but his left leg was still hit by the blast wave and shrapnel. If he hadn't had a bloodline and physique far superior to ordinary people, even if he had jumped away, his leg would probably have been broken by the terrifying power of the explosion.

Although his leg wasn't broken, his body was covered in many more gruesome wounds, with blood flowing profusely.

His eyes widened in horror as he watched Wolf beside him be struck in the chest by a flying rock, spitting blood as he flew backward.

Hagg was in an even worse state; he was thrown to the ground, and both of his legs disappeared.

"A trap! It's a trap!" The warrior who had miraculously survived cried out in despair, his face already pale with fear.

They couldn't understand what was going on, why explosives were falling not only from the sky, but also from underground.

And it seemed that no matter where they fled, they could not escape these terrible explosions.

At this moment, these barbarian warriors, who had once killed without blinking an eye, were completely terrified. Looking at their screaming companions and broken corpses, they cowered in place, too afraid to move.

They were afraid that they might accidentally come into contact with those explosives again.

However, their nightmare had only just begun.

"put!"

A cold command rang out from the rock face.

"Bang bang bang bang"

The medicine packs hidden on the rock walls on both sides were detonated by the traction cable and fell like meteorites towards the most densely populated area in the ravine.

"Boom boom boom boom one"

More frequent and intense explosions rang out in succession in the narrow ravine.

Flames rose one after another, illuminating the dark ravines as if it were daytime.

The shockwave from the explosion refracted and amplified repeatedly between the rock walls, multiplying its power.

Broken rocks rained down, burying and crushing the people below.

This is no longer a battle; it is a one-sided massacre, a meticulously planned feast of destruction.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"

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Almost as soon as the explosions subsided, deadly crossbow bolts shot out again from the shadows of the rock walls on both sides, accurately targeting those who had survived the explosions and were still struggling.

"Well----"

"Hehe————"

Those hit by the arrows didn't even have time to let out a complete scream before collapsing to the ground, the venom rapidly taking their lives.

"No""

Balu let out a roar like a wounded beast, never expecting that his last escape route would also be blocked by Shirakawa Valley.

He looked around at his subordinates; very few of them were still able to stand.

Wolf lay beside a rock, his chest sunken, breathing more out than in, his eyes beginning to glaze over.

Hag, whose only remaining body was the upper half, had also stopped breathing.

Despair, like the coldest venomous snake, tightly coiled around Balu's heart.

Just then—

"Waaaaaah—waaaaah—"

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The desolate and powerful sound of horns rang out simultaneously from the front, rear, and above!

"White Valley!!!"

"revenge!!!"

"kill!!!"

Torches suddenly lit up, like stars falling from the sky.

Hundreds of elite White River Valley warriors emerged from the darkness, their eyes burning with long-suppressed hatred.

Sharna rode on her warhorse, her long hair flying in the firelight.

She did not charge, but instead raised her bone staff high, her voice cold yet echoing through the ravines: "The spirits of our ancestors, grant us strength!"

Mother Earth, heed the cry of your people! Spirit of the wind, help us tear apart our enemies!

The gem at the top of the staff emitted a radiant glow of emerald green, earthy yellow, and sky blue, which intertwined to form a complex halo that enveloped all the warriors of White River Valley.

"roar--!

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The soldiers felt power surging through their veins, their fatigue vanished, and their anger transformed into tangible strength.

They roared, like a flood bursting its banks, rushing towards the last remaining enemy in the ravine.

"Protect the chieftain!" Seven or eight surviving giant warriors, their eyes red, rushed forward.

However, the next second he was riddled with crossbow bolts.

"Sha! Er! Na!" Balu saw the figure clearly, and all his anger, resentment, and unwillingness turned into a hoarse roar.

He held that huge battle axe in his hand.

The dark red totem patterns lit up again, even more dazzling than before, as if they were about to burst into flames.

His already tall body swelled again, his skin turned completely into dark rock, his muscles bulged like blocks of iron, and the wounds on his body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"boom!"

He stomped his foot on the ground, causing it to crack, and then charged towards the cavalry of White River Valley, his battle axe sweeping across the ground and creating a terrifying gale.

The five White River Valley warriors at the forefront were cut in half at the waist, weapons and all, their blood and entrails splattering everywhere.

The horses were also thrown off balance by his charge.

"Die!" Balu roared, his battle axe transforming into a whirlwind of death.

Each axe strike carried the power to split mountains and shatter rocks; the leather armor, shields, and even the bodies of the White River Valley warriors were like paper before the battle axe.

"Pfft!"

"Snap!"

Bones shattered, weapons broke, and screams of agony filled the air in an instant.

In just a few breaths, more than twenty warriors from White River Valley fell in pools of blood.

"Scatter! Scatter!" roared a seasoned centurion. "Don't engage in a direct confrontation! Play hit-and-run tactics! Wear him down!"

The soldiers quickly changed tactics, no longer charging head-on, but instead harassing and ambushing from all sides in groups of three to five.

A spear pierced Balu's injured left leg, a scimitar slashed at his arm wielding the battle axe, and a crossbow aimed at his eyes.

But Balu is too strong!

After becoming a giant, his skin became as hard as iron, and ordinary swords could only leave white marks.

The battle axe swung like the wind, each swing bringing forth a storm of blood and gore.

Like a tireless war machine, he charged left and right through the encirclement of the White River Valley warriors, leaving limbs and broken bodies flying in his wake.

"Come on! You bastards of White River Valley, didn't you want revenge?" Baru roared, smashing a warrior's head in half with one swing of his axe, and then cleaving another man and his shield in two.

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