The Last Alchemist

The wasteland at the border of the Duchy of Deren.

The sunset glow on the horizon was fading quickly, the night was getting darker, and the wind on the wasteland was getting colder and colder.

Inside and outside the carriage, everyone was silent, waiting for the arrival of the ghouls in a tense or fearful mood.

As time passed, the atmosphere became more and more oppressive, almost suffocating.

Suddenly, Rosen's voice rang out: "Annie, how many dried fish did we bring this time?"

"Ah, dried fish?" Anne was asked inexplicably.

"It's the dried fish that Savi specially collected from the fishermen at the dock as dry food for us. It's smoked. Didn't you say it's delicious?"

Annie was messy in the night wind: "Fisherman? Dried fish? Rosen, why are you talking about this now?"

Is this the time to talk about this kind of thing?

Rosen chuckled, shook his wrist that was sore from holding the gun tightly, stood up and walked to the luggage rack behind the carriage, opened the lid of a wooden box, reached in and took out a handful of smoked fish.

He first held one in his mouth, handed a few to Anne, and then gave a few to the coachman John. Finally, he opened the carriage door and handed most of the remaining fish to Sister Mary and Little Alice.

"Come on, don't just wait, eat some dried fish to relieve your boredom."

"." Sister Mary was stunned looking at the dried fish in her hand. A life-and-death battle was about to begin, and she could only shrink in the carriage and wait for the judgment of fate. At such a time, how could she have the mood to eat?

Little Alice was still carefree. Seeing the dried fish, her eyes lit up. She tore off a piece of fish and chewed it with relish. After a few bites, she stuffed another piece of fish into Mary's mouth: "Mom, you eat too."

Rosen laughed and was about to close the carriage door when he suddenly found the black-haired girl he had just rescued curled up in a corner. Most of her face was buried in her arms, revealing only a pair of bright eyes, staring at him without blinking.

Rosen handed over the dried fish: "Would you like one too?"

The black-haired girl raised her head slightly, with a strange expression on her face. After a few seconds of silence, she asked in the awkward common language of the Parason Empire: "The ghouls are coming, aren't you afraid?"

"I am afraid." Rosen said calmly, and spread his hands again: "But no matter how scared I am, the ghouls will not let me go. In this case, I can only eat more delicious food before the battle to replenish my strength."

"I hope you can succeed." The black-haired girl said softly, and then buried her head in her arms again.

Rosen shrugged his shoulders, stretched out his hand to pull the carriage door, walked back to Annie, and asked: "Are you more relaxed now?"

Annie was eating dried fish, and nodded when she heard it: "It's much better than before, but I'm still not sure."

"Don't worry, when we win this battle, you won't feel guilty when facing such a situation in the future." Rosen smiled.

He clearly remembered that during the Age of Exploration on Earth, the Western powers' musket army often fought against the natives who used cold weapons with ten or even a thousand people.

The fundamental reason was not the bravery of the soldiers, but the absolute suppression of weapon technology!

Now, he used hot weapons to deal with the ghouls. As long as there were no mistakes, he could also cause a crushing situation. Because of this, Rosen was the one with the least psychological pressure among all people.

"I hope so." Anne took a bite of the dried fish.

While eating, her ears suddenly moved, and her body immediately stood up: "Here it comes!"

She stuffed all the dried fish into her mouth, chewed them hard for a few times, drank a big mouthful of water, swallowed all the dried fish, and then ran to the front of the horse guardrail, squinting at the dimly lit wilderness.

After watching for a while, her expression changed drastically: "There are a lot of ghouls, not very many, too many to count, at least. At least 200!"

"What? 200 ghouls?" Coachman John screamed and almost fell off the horse. He moved his body quickly left and right, as if he wanted to find a way to escape, but soon he found that he had no way to escape.

In the end, he collapsed on the front seat of the carriage and murmured: "It's over! It's all over! I knew I shouldn't take this job!"

The passengers in the carriage also heard Anne's words, and Sister Mary's face turned pale.

For people of this era, an ordinary village has more than 100 people, a prosperous town has more than 1,000 people, and the baron's elite guards are only more than 200. And such elite guards, if they meet ghouls in the wilderness, can only deal with 20 to 30 ghouls at most.

As for 200, this is a terrifying concept.

The black-haired girl suddenly spoke again: "Sister Mary, are you scared?"

Mary hugged little Alice tightly in her arms, with a desperate look on her face: "I am not worried about myself, I am worried about my daughter, and the fate of Lord Rosen and Lady Anne. My daughter is still young, Lord Rosen and Lady Anne are both very good people, they should not die in such a wasteland."

As she spoke, tears came out of Mary's one eye.

The black-haired girl was stunned: "But I see that Lord Rosen seems to have a sure win? Does he have any powerful weapons?"

Mary shook her head and smiled bitterly: "This is not something I can know. But more than 200 ghouls are... This is too many."

Outside the carriage.

After about five or six seconds, Rosen also vaguely saw the abnormal movement in the wasteland.

The wasteland was covered with a layer of dry weeds more than half a person's height. Looking down from above, you can see that the weeds are shaking violently, as if there are countless fast-sliding poisonous snakes hidden inside the weeds.

The nearest ghouls are about 300 meters away, but judging from the speed of the weeds shaking, in less than half a minute, these ghouls will be able to rush down the slope.

Anne reached out and held an iron lump, staring at the weeds under the slope for a few seconds, and she said anxiously: "Rosen, no, the weeds are too lush, I can't see the position of the ghouls. Their positions are also very scattered, and it is difficult for our doomsday iron balls to exert their power!"

"I understand, look at me."

Rosen took a large can filled with grease, took out a large piece of sticky grease from it, and then threw it hard into the distant grass.

It was a very strange thing. When the grease was in Rosen's hand, it was as thick as lard, but after it was thrown into the air, a large number of bubbles appeared in the grease and began to boil. After flying out for about 2 meters, it turned into a ball of thick white steam.

At this moment, Rosen reached out and took the torch next to the carriage, pointed his hand at the white steam, and the flame in the torch actually pulled out a long bright line, extending all the way into the white steam.

"Boom~~"

The white steam burned and turned into a circle of dark blue flames. The flames continued to move forward and soon fell on the weeds.

The weeds in late autumn had already dried up and were very flammable. When they were touched by the blue flames, a large circle of flames more than one person high rose below the slope.

"Wind!"

Rosen shouted, fully activated the power of alchemy, and began to control the airflow around his body.

He pulled the air above his head down, and after being pushed by the alchemical power, he quickly pushed it down the slope. In this way, the airflow radiated in a fan shape to the bottom of the slope with the carriage as the center.

The wind helped the fire.

"Hu~~~~"

The flames on the wasteland became more and more fierce, like a fiery dragon, moving quickly towards the distant group of ghouls.

The flames and ghouls moved towards each other, and soon, the two collided about 80 meters away from the carriage.

Although the flames were only formed by the burning of dry grass, the temperature was only about 800 degrees, but monsters like ghouls were not heat-resistant. Faced with the raging fire, they had to disperse and rush out to the left and right.

In this way, the group of ghouls that were originally rushing forward quickly were changed by the flames. Some went left, some went right, and some tried desperately to cross the flames, but they were burned by the flames and screamed, and had to retreat to avoid them.

Anne saw this and shouted: "Rosen, they are trying to bypass the fire!"

Rosen laughed and said to Anne: "Quick! Throw two doomsday iron balls, one on each side, to force them to close in the middle!"

"What a good idea!" Anne's eyes suddenly lit up, she had understood Rosen's intention.

She looked at the position, took out a doomsday iron ball in one hand, and exerted force: "Go!"

Two fist-sized iron lumps were thrown out almost at the same time, they each drew a beautiful parabola in the sky, and about 2 seconds later, they landed on the left and right sides of the zombie charge line.

"Boom boom boom~~~"

Two loud noises appeared almost at the same time, and two bright flames nearly 5 meters high rose about 50 meters apart on the grassland, and a large amount of steel fragments suddenly splashed in all directions.

When the loud noise appeared, the black-haired girl in the carriage suddenly raised her head and turned to look in the direction of the wasteland.

She saw that the ghouls within 5 meters of the giant flame fell down in unison like wheat being cut down, and 15 or 16 of them fell down at once.

Among these knocked down ghouls, 5 or 6 of them fell down forever, and 5 or 6 rolled and screamed on the ground, and it was obvious that they were in severe pain. In the end, less than 1/3 of them could get up and continue running, but their running speed was obviously much slower than other ghouls.

"Is this the doomsday iron ball?" The black-haired girl was a little absent-minded.

In the wasteland, the ghouls were blown up.

Such a terrible loud noise, such terrible lethality, and the flash like the sun made the ghouls panic.

The ghouls that were originally scattered to both sides subconsciously gathered in the direction away from the explosion, but in this way, the ghouls that were very scattered just now were quickly becoming dense.

One second, two seconds, three seconds passed, and about five seconds later, the ghouls almost gathered together. They did not realize the danger was coming, and they continued to gather. Many ghouls even piled up together, as if they could feel more secure by gathering together like this.

"Now, throw all four!" Rosen shouted.

The black-haired girl's pupils shrank, and she subconsciously uttered a word: "No."

On the other side, Annie did as she was told without hesitation. She picked up the iron lumps and threw them one by one, with an interval of no more than 0.1 seconds. In less than half a second, she threw all four iron lumps clean.

After throwing them, Annie immediately covered her ears and squatted on the ground, and Rosen did the same.

'Boom boom boom~~'

A loud noise even more terrible than before appeared, and four flames of death rose in the wasteland ahead. The four flames were almost close together, and more than 180 ghouls gathered in the place where the flames and steel were raging.

This attack immediately caused incredible damage to the group of zombies.

When the flames of death gradually faded and extinguished, only a scorched earth with sparks and green smoke remained in the wasteland. On the scorched earth, the corpses of the ghouls were lying in all directions, and it was estimated that there were at least 80 of them!

In addition to the corpses, there were also many unlucky guys who were missing arms and legs, or had blood holes on their bodies, but they were not dead for the time being. There were about 30 of these guys. They were struggling and groaning on the ground, and they had basically lost their combat effectiveness.

Adding the results of the previous two bombs, nearly 200 ghouls were instantly reduced by more than 130, and there were less than 70 survivors.

The terrifying thing is that the entire battle lasted less than a minute.

The black-haired girl witnessed the whole process, she lowered her eyes, and trembled in her heart: "It was simply a massacre."

If she hadn't witnessed it with her own eyes, but was recounted by others, she would have thought it was an exaggeration, or even a false battle, because in this world, ghouls have always slaughtered humans, and humans have always been prey.

Outside the carriage, looking at the rich results on the wasteland, Annie was also stunned: "Did I really do this?"

She never thought that there would be such a day, she waved her hand and killed hundreds of annoying ghouls. This record can crush the record of the strongest hunter in Holderburg into slag.

Rosen was very calm, but it was a pity: 'What a pity, the bomb was thrown by Annie, and the ghoul was killed by Annie, otherwise, I would definitely gain a lot of free talent points in the second-level talent tree. '

Now it's good, from beginning to end, he only killed two ghouls.

At this time, there are more than 60 ghouls who survived by chance at the bottom of the slope.

These ghouls either ran a little slower and had no time to gather together, and were far away from the center of the explosion, or other vampires blocked the power of the explosion for them.

They had lost the courage to continue attacking. After the explosion, they retreated far away, and stopped more than 300 meters away. Then they just looked at the carriage on the slope from a distance, neither attacking nor retreating, just like a group of hyenas unwilling to fail.

Annie asked softly: "Rosen, how about we throw a few more doomsday iron balls? It's only more than 300 meters away. If I use all my strength, I can still throw it over."

Rosen shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, the distance is too far, and the force when throwing it out is too great. The doomsday iron ball may explode in your hand, and then we are all finished."

"Ah~ That's a pity." Anne immediately gave up the idea. She didn't want to experience the power of the doomsday iron ball in person. Turning her head to look at the lingering zombies, Anne was a little distressed: "Those guys won't leave, just watching like this, it's really annoying."

"Let them watch. Anyway, it's dark, and the temporary camp has been set up. We can rest."

Rosen sat down with the spiral sprayer, and turned to John and said: "Buddy, you guard the first half of the night, and we will guard the second half of the night."

"Hey~ No problem." The coachman John was full of awe.

Rosen raised his hand and patted the carriage again: "Sister Mary, Alice, rest early. We still have to travel tomorrow."

"Okay, brother." Little Alice responded with a crisp voice.

"Yes, sir." Sister Mary's voice was very humble.

In the carriage, the black-haired girl still buried her face in her arms, and her body curled up tighter.