The area these monsters choose to block the road is not too dangerous, at least not the kind of dangerous area with canyons on both sides.
If it were really that kind of location, the caravan would definitely be cautious in every move it made, and sent out sentries to repeatedly search the surrounding area.
But it is not conducive to the gathering of caravans. There is no such a large open space around. Once three or five trucks get together, they will be crowded together, and even the mobilization of the armed knights will become very difficult.
The best way to deal with the current situation is to rely on trucks to stay in place and provide long-range support, leaving the rest to the armed cavalry.
This Crimson Feather caravan, from the commander to the coachman and guards, all have rich experience and have made the most correct choice.
The ordinary coachmen and guards, not to mention the armed cavalry, quickly gathered around the leader Cliff, formed cavalry squads, and took off their riding bows.
"put!"
Following the order, a rain of arrows shot out from the convoy.
Crimson Feather's title of second in the Zhentarim is not just a boast.
From this caravan, we can get a glimpse of how luxurious their weapons and equipment are.
In addition to these hundred armed cavalry, each truck is also equipped with a driver and a guard.
The former is equipped with a single-arm crossbow, while the latter is equipped with a large bow.
One stands on the truck seat and shoots flatly, while the other relies on the truck to project.
An ordinary monster swarm cannot withstand two waves of arrows and collapses.
To be more precise, most of the monster tribes would take a detour when they saw such a caravan. If they didn't destroy them, they would already be burning incense. How could they dare to rob them?
Naturally, what Crimson Feather faced this time was not an ordinary monster tribe. Their members were not only chaotic but also surprisingly large in number.
Three waves of arrows rained down, but they were still so dense that they couldn't be counted at a glance. They showed no signs of collapse. In the blink of an eye, they had already rushed forward.
"First Squadron, change guns! Charge with me!" Cliff, who had already reached the end of the team, ordered loudly.
One-third of the Crimson Feather armed cavalry put away their bows, set up their spears, trotted along with Cliff, and charged in the direction they came from.
Limited by the terrain, when these monsters attacked, it looked like there were monsters on the mountain ridges and ridges. In fact, they were scattered sparsely and not too many in number. Under the joint shooting of the coachman and the guards, it was a bit difficult to raise their heads, let alone
Said to rush forward.
The main force of the monster tribe is concentrated on the trade road behind them.
boom!
The high-speed charging armed cavalry and the surging monster troops collided heavily.
One side has excellent weapons and strong armor, and even the war horses are equipped with vests.
The other side has crude weapons, few armors, and a messy lineup.
The outcome is self-evident.
The monster army all fell down, but the armed cavalry did not move at all. They threw away their spears, drew out their knight's swords, and slashed, stopping the monster army's greatest offensive momentum.
Behind the armed cavalry, hundreds of arrows fell, harvesting the lives of the monsters.
Just when the war situation turned against the Crimson Feather caravan, a sudden change occurred.
From the group of monsters, a dozen figures with extremely strong skills suddenly jumped out. With bare hands, they jumped to the side of the armed cavalry who were struggling to kill, and they were hit hard with just one palm.
Those armed cavalry fell off their horses as if they were hit by invisible cannonballs.
Those armed cavalry who fell off their horses were overwhelmed by the onrushing monsters before they could get up. Many of them died but few survived.
Cliff, who was leading the fight, saw this scene, his eye sockets almost burst, and roared: "Fighting attack! Monk! This monster tribe is manipulated by humans. Everyone, be careful of the sneak attacks of those monks.
Second Squadron, charge."
This is the first time Cliff has seen this weird way of using fighting energy.
Thirty more armed cavalry put away their bows and trotted away. In the last ten meters, their speed reached their peak and they collided heavily with them.
Before the armed cavalry could collide, there was a commotion among the monsters.
An eardrum-shattering roar came, and in the blink of an eye, a petite figure turned into a behemoth, rising into the sky, with black dragon wings casting a shadow of death.
Pterosaur!
This is a huge pterosaur!
The sudden change caused the charging horses to either jump around or brake suddenly. Some even had their legs weakened and fell to their knees directly, throwing away the cavalrymen on their backs.
The extremely sharp charge turned into a pot of gruel in an instant, less than a third of it hit the monster army, and the lethality exerted was very pitiful.
Soon, like the armed cavalry of the first squadron, they were caught in a bitter battle.
What's even more terrible is that the terrifying pterosaur above the head opened its mouth and sprayed a strong acidic dragon's breath into the place where the armed cavalry was densest.
"Ahhh...my eyes, my eyes!"
"Hiss, hiss..."
"My neck, my neck!"
"My arm...my arm..."
Although the strong acid dragon's breath failed to break through the knight armor on the armed cavalry, their defense was not airtight.
Any place that is not covered by equipment is easy to be attacked, especially the eyes, neck gaps, arm gaps, etc. These armor joints have become places where strong acid drips and corrodes.
Especially the war horses under their crotches, whose defenses were even worse. After being corroded and burned by the strong acid, they jumped up one by one and directly knocked away the cavalry on their bodies.
Cliff, the leader of the Crimson Feather Armed Cavalry, felt like he was going crazy.
A living person suddenly turned into a pterosaur. This can also be explained by druid transformation.
When did a pterosaur actually breathe dragon breath?
Even if it is a druid transformation, I have never heard of it.
And the previous group of human monks, how did they get mixed up with the monsters?
Cliff instinctively guessed that this was something the Zhentarim would do. They were intercepting their own goods. In other words, hiring Crimson Feather to transport their goods was a trap in the first place.
However, this trap was activated a little too early. Iwachi and the others were not even a third of the way away.
Even if it is activated, they should wait until they enter the goblin wilderness and are about to reach their destination, the Dark Castle.
One goes down and the other goes up.
The armed cavalry were seriously injured, but the monster tribe was greatly encouraged. They roared and rushed forward without fear of death.
The group of human monks appeared again, hiding behind the strong monsters, and attacking them with fighting spirit from time to time.
This kind of special attack infused with true energy has a strong impact. Even if you are on guard, you can easily be knocked off your horse.
After a few rounds, eight or nine more armed cavalry were knocked off their horses and were overwhelmed by the monsters.
The most terrible thing is that the pterosaur, which can only breathe strong acid dragon breath, has already passed them and flew towards the convoy.
Those coachmen and guards did not have the determination of the armed cavalry. Even if they were at a disadvantage, they still resisted tenaciously.
Their hands and feet were confused one after another, and many instinctively changed the direction of attack, aiming at the pterosaur in the air.
It's just that this is not a real flying dragon, but one with human intelligence and proficient in arrow dodging skills. It dances back and forth in the air. Most of the crossbow arrows can't even touch its shadow. A small number of them are shot close, and they are also caught.
The flapping wind of the pair of black wings was deflected and fell on her body, a bit limp and unable to break through the armor - the body of this pterosaur was impressively covered with dragon scales similar to those of a copper dragon.
The pterosaur seemed to have just discovered that the dragon scales on its body were so defensive, and it suddenly became bolder. Seeing the opportunity, it swooped down.
He bit off a guard's head in one bite, and the swinging tail thorn penetrated the coachman in the car.
When Pu fanned his dragon wings and rushed forward, he swept away the driver of another truck.
The guard next to the truck lost his nerve, dropped his longbow, screamed and ran away.
Doing this will only make him die faster.
The falling pterosaur trampled him directly under his feet, and its huge weight crushed him out of shape, killing him on the spot.
The flying dragon landed on the ground and only stayed for less than a second. Then it ran and flapped its wings before taking off again. In this gap, its tail sting harvested two more lives.
As the last reserve force, the third squadron of armed cavalry only turned back from the head of the caravan at this time.
What greeted them was the strong acid breath of the pterosaur.
This time, the armed cavalry were prepared. When the strong acid came, those who could dodge with their horses could not dodge. They directly relied on their superb riding skills to hide under the horse's belly. However, the result of this was that they would not be able to dodge.
Cavalry becomes infantry.
This wave of strong acid dragon breath had limited damage and only turned six or seven cavalry into infantry, weakening their mobility.
When the caravan's attention was mainly focused on the pterosaurs, the monster troops that were originally suppressed and unable to lift their heads got an opportunity and rushed forward with howling.
When the first monster jumped into the caravan, the situation was completely disrupted.
Those coachmen and guards, relying on their long-range weapons and the courage to resist, were obviously confused when they were approached by those ferocious monsters.
Especially when faced with hobgoblins and orcs who have obvious size advantages, they are often unable to withstand even one round and either turn around and run away, or are directly violently knocked away.
Not even half of them can fight back in desperate situations.
There are cases of pretending to be pigs and eating tigers, but it only occurs in those caravans that are patchwork, not in this kind of large-scale organized caravans.
If they have this ability, they will not serve as coachmen or guards, but will be selected as armed cavalry.
The pterodactyl suddenly swooped down again, but this time the target of the attack was not the coachmen and guards, but the monsters that had just invaded the caravan. While sweeping them away, it roared like a dragon: "
You are not allowed to damage the truck. The goods on it are all our trophies. If anyone dares to damage a truck, I will kill him first."
These blind monsters lit torches from nowhere, used them as weapons, and waved them around wantonly.
If they were allowed to continue, the entire convoy would be set on fire.
Seeing that the situation was irreversible, Cliff roared angrily, chopped off the head of the hobgoblin next to him with a sword, turned his mount around, and knocked the saddle hard.
Even people and horses are shrouded in a halo of magic.
The mount under the crotch involuntarily threw away its four hooves, and instantly entered a high-speed charging state from a standstill.
Everything in front of them flew out involuntarily before he could reach them.
Crash!
Ancillary skills of the magic horse armor.
Chris not only created a path for himself, but also created space for the entangled armed cavalry to move. Those who had the opportunity started to speed along this road.
Only when it enters a state of movement can the cavalry exert its most powerful combat effectiveness.
By the time Chris rushed to Darcy's side, twenty armed cavalrymen had already gathered around him.
Seeing the situation clearly, Chris, who was furious and ready to accuse him, stopped.
Darcy was covered in blood, and next to her lay three human corpses of unknown origin. Judging from their clothing, they were definitely thieves and assassins who were proficient in stealth.
It's not that Darcy doesn't want to provide them with spell support, it's just that he can't provide it.
As a spellcaster, he has been targeted for a long time.
By the time he dealt with the assassins here, the pterosaur had already taken off, so naturally he didn't dare to act rashly.
Once the spell is cast, the opponent will definitely fall down first and destroy him.