Under the thick fog fortress wall, kobolds wearing sunglasses and riding mechanical spiders were walking through the criss-crossing ravines like mice. They poked their heads out for a while, then moved quickly, and sometimes disappeared and appeared.
Every few tens of meters in the ravine, there will be a passage deep into the ground. The mechanical spider's eight-segmented thin legs are spread out and can cross complex terrain. Once the thin legs are retracted, they can follow the kobold into the underground passage and exit through another ravine.
Get out.
Master Vesta from the Horn Castle released the 'Secret Eye' and stared at the kobolds drilling around with a solemn expression. His disciples were casting spells to fill in the fortifications nearly three hundred meters deep, and he reported to the kobolds.
Be extremely cautious.
In the previous battle in Fog Town, Victor Hugo used an extremely powerful revolving weapon, defeating two stone golems in a short period of time and beating Baron Bishop so that he did not dare to show his head.
Baron Bishop has ascended to heaven. Through studying the remains of the stone golem, the wizards in the North have determined that the practical weapon of the 'unspeakable man-eating demon' is very simple, which is the 'magic missile'.
Lots of magic missiles.
This is an arcane spell that can be resisted with the 'shield spell', but when there are so many, it is really difficult to deal with. Vesta and many famous wizards in the North have studied a lot and finally come up with a way to deal with it.
Attack and defense have always been based on the continuous upgrading of spears and shields. This time Vesta has brought a 'shield' that can withstand a large number of 'magic missiles'. But now, the 'Man-Eating Demon' seems to have more than one terrifying weapon.
"What are those kobolds doing?" In front of the front line, the nobles all saw the little monsters that kept appearing in the ravine. Although these insignificant guys had low combat power, they were still worrying.
Since last winter, the kobold tribe in the North has continued to gather in Cold Wind City, with the total number exceeding tens of thousands. They are originally homeless and lowly creatures, and having a reliable place to live is a great happiness.
Cold Wind City not only took in the kobolds, but also provided them with food and safety. The engineering affairs within the territory have made great progress for this reason. Zhou Qingfeng no longer needs to worry about water supply, drainage, irrigation, flood control and other matters for cities and farmland.
The kobolds built a fortress and then appeared on the battlefield, which really aroused alarm. No one could tell what new tricks Victor Hugo had come up with.
When the noble wizard demolished the first ravine outside the fortress, the guarding sword and shield soldiers moved forward about ten meters. They planned to keep advancing in this way until they could shake the opposite fortress with powerful arcane spells.
At this moment, a dozen kobolds suddenly jumped out from the fortifications about a hundred meters away. They rode on mechanical spiders, fiddled with a slender pipe, and aimed at the sword and shield soldiers on the opposite side.
Master Vesta felt that something was wrong, and immediately shouted: "Shield Technique."
The wizard who was busy filling the ditch quickly tore open the scroll he carried with him and added magic defense to the sword and shield soldiers standing in front of him. As long as these soldiers in heavy armor did not fall, they would be safe behind them.
Later, Lord Farrell, who was commanding the battle, also grabbed a bronze telescope. He mainly looked at Zhou Qingfeng on the wall of the fortress, but he could also see clearly. As for the kobolds running around in the fortifications outside the city, he didn't do much
care.
The sword and shield soldiers blocking the front were crowded together, and the heavy iron shields were closely connected. They grabbed machetes, half of their heads exposed from behind the shields, and were full of curiosity about the kobolds a hundred meters away.
If you want to say contempt, it is indeed contempt.
The kobolds are thin and small, weighing only ten or twenty kilograms, and are no stronger than a dog. But no one can say for sure what changes will happen to the kobolds under the command of the 'Man-eating Demon King'.
So the swordsmen and shield soldiers opened their eyes wide, wanting to see...
On the opposite side, a dozen kobolds jumped out of the ditch and lined up in a row. The flintlock guns were placed on the mechanical spiders to reduce the recoil. They aimed slightly and pulled the trigger.
Bang bang bang...
There was a sound like exploding beans.
A distance of one hundred meters is too close for an advanced flintlock gun with a precision-forged barrel, a simple sight, Migne bullets, and spiral rifling.
Fifteen lead-core bullets with adamantine coating on the surface hit the center of fifteen shields. The adamantine has its own magic-breaking effect, completely ignoring the shield spell falling on the sword and shield soldiers.
The powerful bullet not only penetrated the iron shield, but also penetrated the heavy armor of the swordsman behind the shield.
After a round of fighting, the fifteen kobolds quickly hid back in the ravine, and then the same fifteen kobolds riding mechanical spiders jumped out. They played another line-up shooting, creating a series of gunshots and white smoke.
Just a hundred meters away, about fifty kobolds jumped out back and forth. They divided into three parts and fired repeatedly. Basically, one wave cleared the row of sword and shield soldiers on the opposite side.
Some bullets were so penetrating that they hit the enemies in the front row without stopping, and even penetrated the opponents in the back row. The two warring parties did not have any close contact at all, and they carried out a one-sided massacre from a distance of a hundred meters.
When the first round of gunfire rang out, the sword and shield soldiers in the front row felt strange. Most of them had heavy armor, heavy shields, and magic defenses, so they felt that they could withstand several attacks.
But as soon as the gun fired, many sword and shield soldiers fell down with a roar as if they were hit hard. Followed by the continuous gunfire, the guards in front of the wizard were quickly cleared like peeling an onion.
Master Vesta felt something was wrong. He shouted, "Group defense."
A dozen wizards subconsciously took out their scroll bags and used the "Stone Wall Technique" of the transformation system. This was a fifth-level arcane scroll worth thousands of gold coins, and it consumed nearly 10,000 gold coins in military expenses in an instant.
Suddenly, the ground shook, and a stone wall several meters high quickly rose from the ground.
This is actually a trick used to restrain the six-barreled "Gatling". After much deliberation, the wizards felt that once they discovered that their opponent was using a revolving barrel weapon, they could only rely on stupid methods to block it first.
But today I didn’t meet ‘Gatling’, I met a bunch of kobolds.
In less than half a minute, nearly half of the hundreds of sword and shield wielders had fallen. The wizard behind them was about to be in bad luck, so everyone quickly pulled up the stone wall to block the wave.
The thick stone wall did block the adamantine bullets, and several dents were made in the wall. The kobold front line a hundred meters away was shrouded in the white smoke of the propellant, so they stopped shooting and hid in the trench.
The noble troops who came to fill the fortifications were left with corpses everywhere. They experienced an incomprehensible rain of bullets and fell into a deathly silence after being wounded. Everyone on the battlefield was silent, and the survivors stared blankly at the bloody ground and
A companion who died tragically.
What happened?
A wizard walked up to Vesta with staggering steps. He took out a broken warhead from his blood-stained robe and showed it in his hand, "Teacher, those kobolds beat us with fine gold.
They use pure gold!"
The bleeding wizard was hit by a stray bullet. He shouted the word "adamantine" unwillingly, then fell down and died with his eyes open.
Victor Hugo was really willing to spend money on equipping kobolds with adamantine weapons.
The other wizards were also horrified - adamantine is inherently resistant to magic. What should we do with these delicate and expensive spell casters? Who will dare to stand in the front and cast spells in the future?