Since the goal was to eliminate these dragon men, Greenhill did not accelerate and widen the distance even if he drove the car to a slightly flatter area.

Instead, it slowed down, leaving the group of dragon people in the illusion of "I can catch up if I run faster" and "the other party can't run anymore."

In fact, from the oil meter, the remaining amount of oil in the fuel tank is enough to make the group of dragons slip until they are exhausted and can continue to drive for a few more laps.

In order to deepen this illusion and gather more dragon people to facilitate the capture of them, Greenhill also made some dangerous moves.

Several spears inserted into the luggage prove how dangerous these actions are.

Similarly, this close distance also made Marshal Windersol, who was ready for the mortar team, unable to find a chance to take action.

Facing so many dragon people, if they rashly send troops, they may suffer significant losses.

The Morgan post is just a post used to monitor the movements of Black Stone Orcs, not a place where troops are stationed in the West Spring Fortress.

Perhaps when the Orc War just ended more than ten years ago, a bunch of veterans from the Lijian War could be brought out here.

Unfortunately, with the formation of the Foreign Expeditionary Force and the passage of time, the Storm Kingdom, which was unwilling to be wasted by the scattered black stone soldiers on the burning plains, was only the role of surveillance, and it was one step away from the half-giving state in a few years.

Marshal Windsol was unwilling to let the new recruits who followed him to the Burning Plains lose their money to this group of dragon men who were inexplicably fucked.

Then the only way to assist is the Dwarf Mortar Team and the Musketeers.

... Unfortunately, unless Greenhill drives closer, the only use of the range of the Azeroth World Gunpowder weapon at its current distance is to make a sound to help you liven up.

The only mortar team left that could play a role... Although they are not accurate enough, they have at least the explosion range.

The problem is that Marshal Windersol may sacrifice himself for what he has to do.

But Marshal Wendsol, who was a soldier, couldn't bear to play war games as numbers that could be sacrificed at any time.

So the soldiers who gathered up their weapons could only watch the unique engineering vehicle, the Dragon Slipper.

...It's pretty good to go, this is the opinion of all onlookers including Marshal Windersol.

From the perspective of the bystander, it can be seen that Greenhill was at ease when he was walking the dragon.

But that's not how someone sitting in the car looks.

Of course, it is not Mi Shan. Even the Black Dragon Princess can be indifferent to taking a deep breath in front of her, how could she worry about such a small scene?

In Mishan's senses, what she now looks like is a car chase scene in Hollywood blockbusters.

Sitting in the cinema through the screen... No matter which ball screen or VR with a big eye mask is, it is not as good as the immersive feeling now.

As for safety issues, Mishan would still be worried when she first came over.

Now that she has been with Greenhill for more than a month, what Mi Shan doesn’t worry about the least is her own safety issues.

On the contrary, Solar, who was sitting in the back seat, looked pale and could not tell that he and Lasuevios had killed a dozen Black Stone Orcs a few days ago.

"Sir, even the Dragon Man has a certain degree of pressure, but it's hard to feel it." Greenhill explained.

According to Greenhill's explanation, although the dragon people are just servants of the dragon clan, they are still considered to be a type of Azeroth dragon.

The pressure of dragon attributes may not be as strong as their owners, but there are still... The strength of a dragon man can make an untrained farmer's arms holding the rake slightly soft.

The problem is that the dragon people chasing behind the off-road vehicle are hundreds of them, big and small.

Greenhill's seductive driving style made Solar, who was suppressed by Longwei, fall into a state of panic at a loss.

"Have peace of mind, those dragon people will be dead dragon people in a while." Mi Shan took the time to comfort Solar.

"Old... Master, then... that... that's more than a hundred dragon people!!" Solar said, speaking intermittently.

"All right, it's safe in the car." As if to prove Mi Shan's words, the three people in the car heard the sound of the spears thrown by the dragon people and slamming the car.

Before Solar could recover a little under Mishan's comfort.

Greenhill, who had been staring at the reversing mirrors on both sides during driving, suddenly changed his expression and warned: "Be careful! Leave down!"

After several days of training, Solar subconsciously curled up his body.

Greenhill even reached out to add a protection blessing to Mi Shan, and pressed Mi Shan's body down with concern.

Almost a moment after these actions were completed, a spear exuding a black breath and the size of a bowl came directly behind the carriage, a 30mm thick armored door, passing through and shattering the front windshield.

Because of Mi Shan's movement, Greenhill's arm was cut by the spear. The wound did not bleed, but instead a burst of black smoke emerged.

"Is it okay?" Mishan asked worriedly because she was in a protective blessing.

"It's okay, sir." Greenhill's face did not show any expression representing pain. Purification and a holy light flashed by, neither the black smoke nor the wound disappeared, only the broken mail showed what had just happened.

"What is that?" Mi Shan didn't expect that the dragon men could actually take out weapons that penetrated the 30mm thick Seishi armor plate.

"It should be an elite dragon man... it may come from the Black Wings Nest." Greenhill looked at the reversing mirror and saw a dragon man, who was much stronger than the same type around him, roaring with might.

"Even the dragon man from the Black Wings Nest appeared?" Mi Shan said in a little surprised. After all, her current location is still the outer periphery of the Burning Plain, and it is still far from Black Stone Mountain.

After taking a look at the broken windshield, Mishan felt that she should stop when she saw the situation, "Just do it so that you won't have any other accidents."

If there were a few more, maybe this car would be a hedgehog.

"Yes, sir!" Greenhill also felt that it was not good to drag it down any longer and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and reached out and pressed the button Mishan pointed at before.

The sudden speed of the off-road vehicle made the dragon people chasing behind stunned for a moment.

Before their narrow mind could react to something, a small hole was opened at the bottom of the off-road vehicle.

A bunch of black gadgets as big as ping-pong balls fell out, and they jumped into the dragon people who were still hesitant to chase or not.

The elite captain Dragon Man with a slightly higher IQ lowered his head and looked at the little ping-pong ball rolling beside him.

While it was thinking about what this was, the small ping-pong balls that stopped suddenly cracked from the middle, and then flew into the air about three meters above the ground with a "swoosh".

I have been to the Black Wings Nest and saw the elite Dragon Man captain who worked as goblin engineers change his expression.

Unfortunately, all its reactions, whether it is warning or escape, disappeared in a series of violent explosions.

Although due to material problems, there is no way to fill these bombs with more holy light.

But it can be regarded as a holy light bomb that the great lord personally blessed. Each one can leave no grass in the circle with a radius of five meters, not to mention that the distance between the ping-pong holy light bombs that were thrown out at once is much smaller than this number.

The continuous explosions covered the wailings of the dragon men before their death, and once again proved that in the Azeroth world, goblin engineering is the real master of explosion.

"It's a pity that there is no suitable material to create a bomb with better power."

Greenhill, who created this Dragonman massacre, was not very satisfied.

"Enough, you won't make the target locator called N.U.K." Mishan said something about it, one of the signs of Azeroth's world engineering going in the wrong direction, a single-soldier nuclear bomb.

"I will try to make it if you need it sir..." Greenhill said.

“…”

"It's not very difficult, sir." Greenhill, who thought Lord Mishan didn't believe it, continued.
Chapter completed!