The door opened, and the Leopard tribe woman rushed out of the Earl Palace like an arrow. Just like a stone thrown into a pond, it immediately startled a large number of larvae, and they squirmed and chased after Matar.
Some of the fatter ones were squirming and didn't want to keep up with the team, but when Matar broke the first jar and the delicious and sweet smell of blood wafted out, they were like being cast a charm spell, and they shuttled through the swarm of insects like flying, and their fat bodies even knocked over a few thin ones.
Soon, not a single larvae was left at the entrance of the Earl's Palace.
The first step is done!
"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" Randy called out to the group of people behind him, "Everyone, grab your tools, and let's go!"
After several days of research, everyone finally came up with a more reasonable solution. First, the fastest Matar was used as bait to lure the bugs to the east coast and take them for a walk.
The rest of the people took the gauze woven by the textile workshop to the brewery, soaked it in strong liquor, and then laid it on the road from the east coast to the brewery, and then lit the gauze on the ground when the bugs passed through it.
Because there were no buildings on that road, there were few vegetation, and there were towering rocks on both sides, so there was no need to worry about burning other things.
Apart from Matar, there were only 19 people left in the Hades mercenary group, plus the only 23 guards left in the Earl's Mansion, and more than 1,000 young and strong men who were still capable of fighting. Randy led this group of people and set off in a mighty manner.
Because the residents were familiar with the island, they quickly brought in large bundles of gauze. Another group of people who were going to move the wine also moved the wine out and stacked it at the entrance of the winery according to the arrangement.
They soaked, moved, soaked, and moved.
Everything was in order. In the face of life and death, these untrained people cooperated surprisingly well and completed the task faster than expected.
Everything was ready, and the signal arrow with a burning flame shot high into the sky. Although Matar on the east coast was running and dodging, she kept her eyes on this side. When she saw the signal arrow rising, she turned around, wielding a dagger to kill the little cuties blocking her way, and slowly led them back to the brewery.
The other team passed through the narrow natural passage. The people standing on the boulder were so nervous that they said nothing and stared intently at Matar's figure emitting dark green fighting spirit.
"She is through, light the fire!" Randy shouted loudly when he saw Matar rushing out of the corridor.
One torch, five torches, ten torches, a field of torches, and with a series of "boom" sounds, the gauze of the entire corridor was ignited by torches one after another, and the raging fire came with heat waves. The people standing on the boulders felt uncomfortable from the heat, not to mention the insects that were being roasted and crackling in the fire.
On the east coast, the considerate islanders were afraid that the insects that had not yet squeezed into the tunnel would not be able to feel the warmth, so they poured the remaining strong liquor into a small bucket and poured it down.
The larvaes didn't know what was going on, and looked at a group of companions in front of them who were struggling frantically and turned black. Then they felt something on them, and then something was thrown down. By the time they reacted, they had been set on fire.
The larvaes in front were burned to charcoal, and the insects at the back felt the heat and the screams of their companions, and they fled in all directions with strange cries, but how could the mercenaries and guards who had already circled from behind miss this good opportunity to add salt to injury?
They rushed forward in groups of three, constantly killing these poisonous creatures like a harvesting sickle.
The fire was still burning, and the insects were still chirping. But the battle was almost over, and most of the larvae had been burned to charcoal. The few that remained were still struggling to escape, but the islanders kindly took out their farm tools and cooking utensils, and killed them bit by bit while they were weak from being burned by the fire or getting crushed by their companions.
Thick smoke rose up, almost covering the entire Klin Island. It was like a very dark cloud. But for the islanders of Klin, it was a cloud of happiness and joy. Everyone cheered loudly at the dark cloud and the larvaes corpses on the ground, more lively than a festival.
Matar supported herself with her hands and sat on the ground at the exit of the tunnel. Although she felt refreshed after running for so long, she was also exhausted and panting. Her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.
This was the first time she had sweated since the beginning of winter. Although she was a little tired, she was still sincerely happy when she saw the pile of larvaes corpses on the ground and the excited expressions of the Klin Islanders.
Wiping the sweat off her forehead with her hand, Matar untied the belt around her waist. Although it wasn't very heavy, it made a clanking sound when she walked, which was quite unsightly.
The dark clouds overhead have not yet dissipated, even blocking out the sunlight.
Hmm? No, why is there an expressionless head in the dark clouds? Why is there the sound of flapping wings?
What's with that scent of powder?
Matar felt a chill on her back. For the first time in her life, she felt death was so close to her. The sound of something through the air behind her was very piercing. Four insect claws as sharp as knives were getting closer and closer to her body.
At this moment, she could not find any way to dodge or escape. Her teammates seemed to have discovered the thing behind her. They were staring with their mouths open. But they were too far away, so far that it made people lose the lost glimmer of hope...