Fire is a terrifying thing for plants, and the fear of fire seems to have entered the minds of plant-based ability users along with those symbiotic plants.
Taking the Tree Worship Church as an example, both the Holy City and Fir City have good fire prevention measures (except for military camps), and when fighting with other forces, the high command of the Holy Crusaders will also prepare fire prevention measures for the Holy Crusaders.
However, the battles with the rebels were different. The fact that everyone belonged to the Tree Worship Church caused many people to overlook this issue. After all, both sides were afraid of fire and generally would not use this power in battle.
But the players' thinking was clearly different; they never thought that getting burned was anything to be afraid of.
With the order "[ Good Times Don't Last ]", dozens of boxes were sent to the front lines in various directions. The lids were opened, and inside were incendiary bombs made by filling crisp wooden boxes with oil produced by Oil Vine and adding a little kindling to the bottle opening.
[ The Good Times Don't Last ] This time, they never thought about a direct assault. Instead, they used the funds in two ways: buying bombs and hiring players who mainly allocated points to strength.
At this moment, Gorn was surrounded by what appeared to be an entire army of grenadiers.
[ The Good Times Don't Last ] He looked at [ Gu Gugu ]:
"Lieutenant, give the order."
"Yes."
[ Gu Gugu ] once again shared a new message in the grenade mercenary group chat:
"Everyone, throw the [ Installment Payment Cocktail ]!"
Upon seeing this message, [ Gu Gugu ] looked up at [ Good Times Don't Last ]:
"Dude, why is our incendiary bomb called that? I know what 'Molotov cocktail' is, is there a copyright issue with that?"
[ Good Times Don't Last ] Shaking his head:
"It wasn't a copyright issue. I was a bit short on funds at the time, so [ Western Sharpshooter ] and [ Aluode ] from the Mortgage Tavern sponsored us a few gold coins on the condition that we help them with some advertising."
"Wow, there's also the client."
"Yes, I didn't expect it to turn out this way at the time, but thinking about it carefully, it really makes sense."
"And then you just come here to promote it?"
"Where else could we go? The name 'mortgage' doesn't sound impressive enough, so I changed it to installment payments, and they didn't have any objections."
"Wow, that's amazing...!"
As the two were reflecting on this, streaks of fiery meteors streaked across the sky.
Many Holy Crusaders raised their Alienation arms and began firing crossbow bolts, only to discover that the flaming bottle-like objects contained liquid!
Their arrows easily pierced the projectiles, but it was to no avail.
The sap from the Oil Vine was splashed onto the Holy Crusaders ' large shields, followed by flickering flammable materials.
"Call!"
The sound of flames rising echoed through the Holy Crusaders's ranks, rising and falling in a continuous, resounding manner.
Those Holy Crusaders whose shields were ignited by the oil were considered lucky; most Holy Crusaders were drenched in oil.
As the flammable material fell onto the oil, flames quickly engulfed their bodies.
Countless Holy Crusaders screamed in agony from the flames. In an attempt to extinguish the fire, some ran around frantically, trying to blow it out with the cold wind, while others rolled on the ground, trying to stick the snow to their bodies to put out the flames.
However, their survival instincts led them to completely disrupt Gorn's plans.
To defend against enemy attacks, their formation had already been tightened once, and the people were now positioned much more densely.
Furthermore, with the wounded soldiers who had lost their fighting ability at the very center of the formation, the commotion caused by the ignited soldiers completely disrupted the military formation.
Some of the soldiers, now engulfed in flames, rolled to the center of the battle formation and plunged themselves into the Blood-Drinking Thornbush on the wounded soldiers' bodies. Those with fire were responsible for setting their comrades ablaze, while those with thorns were responsible for spreading the parasitic plant...
One rolling fireman quickly became two rolling firemen with spikes, then four, eight...
Gorn felt the noise behind him was too loud, so he turned around and witnessed a sight he would never forget—
Nearly a hundred soldiers, their bodies ablaze and covered in thorns, were rolling erratically in the snow. Despite the efforts of the other Holy Crusaders around them to avoid them, their tight formation meant they were constantly being ignited by the flames and parasitized by plants...
It's over, it's all over.
The thought crossed Gorn's mind, and he began to consider how to find a suitable way out for himself.
If he doesn't manage it, the army will be in complete chaos in just a few minutes. As one of the few Middle Tier experts here, there's nowhere he can't go if he wants to leave.
Thinking of this, Gorn suddenly came to his senses and realized that something had changed around him.
Several company commanders had appeared around him without him noticing. The five or six men cleverly blocked his retreat by positioning themselves, seemingly having some idea of his intentions.
"You're rebelling?!"
Gorn roared in shock and anger. The squad leaders, whose intentions had been seen through, did not back down but charged forward without any pretense.
As Middle Tier Gorn had no problem dealing with these five or six people, but due to his disadvantageous position, he was still briefly distracted.
It was that momentary hesitation that allowed a company commander to plunge something into his calf.
Gorn kicked the man away, then looked down to see a Blood-Drinking Thornbush already taking root in his calf.
For him, eliminating this parasitic plant wouldn't even require a single breath, but in the moment when he was completely surrounded, he didn't even have time to take a single breath.
As soon as he bent down and pulled out that thorn, four or five new thorns would immediately be stuck into his body by these shameless traitors.
"You..."
Before Gorn could finish speaking, several company commanders had already pounced on him...
Bound hand and foot, Gorn endured the excruciating pain of blood-stained spikes Spread through his body before being brought before [ the Good Times Don't Last ].
With Gorn's capture and the surrender of the entire squadron, the entire army finally collapsed. The players rushed forward and began to happily capture prisoners, while also using the sticky, fire-retardant resin to help extinguish the fires burning the Holy Crusaders rolling on the ground.
[ Gu Gugu ] pointed at Gorn with a face full of grief and indignation and said to [ Good Times Don't Last ]:
"That's right, it's him!"
[ The Good Times Don't Last ] With a wave of his hand:
"Go, slap him twice! Teach him a lesson he won't forget!"
"Yes!"
[ Gu Gugu ] strode forward with great confidence, and with a swift movement, he made two crisp "snap" sounds.
The two slaps did no real harm to Gorn, but being so humiliated in front of so many prisoners would surely leave him with a deep psychological scar.
Gorn, head bowed, gritted his teeth and asked:
Why are they targeting me?