The forward suffered a setback, and Farrell, who was in charge of the command, had a clouded face. Although the loss was not much, it had a great impact on morale.
Master Vesta came back and briefly described the battle, "Victor Hugo even armed the kobolds. Those low-level creatures rode spiders in constructs and ran very fast in the ditch.
They are equipped with some kind of long-range magic weapon, which is extremely powerful, equivalent to about fifty powerful magic archers. The shields and heavy armor of the sword and shield soldiers cannot protect against their adamantine ammunition."
"Adamantine ammunition?" Farrell also found it difficult. Demonic archers are a very annoying unit on the battlefield. They can shoot from a long distance and destroy demons. They are also very maneuverable. They are simply the natural enemies of wizards.
Fine gold is extremely expensive. A grain of rice is worth thousands of gold coins, which can make an ordinary wizard apprentice bankrupt. Generally, only elves have the talent and financial resources to engage in this profession.
Equipping kobolds into magic archers and shooting out adamantine as disposable ammunition is really unique - just the few rounds of ammunition cost over 100,000 gold coins.
"General." Before Farrell could come up with a countermeasure, the shouts of the frontline soldiers interrupted his contemplation, "Those kobolds have come out again."
A few hundred meters away, fifty kobolds riding mechanical spiders left the ravine fortifications in front of the fortress and were circling along the undulating ground.
This battlefield was originally the villages and farmland south of Dense Fog Town. There were many woodlands, low hills, ponds, and ground cover. The kobolds ran very fast on the mechanical spiders, and ordinary obstacles could not stop them at all.
Zhou Qingfeng weighs 100 kilograms. Riding a mechanical spider is like a bear straddling a children's bicycle. This causes the center of gravity to be too high, the load to be too large, and many problems.
Kobolds only weigh about 20 kilograms. They are almost the smallest and lightest intelligent creatures. They are a perfect match for mechanical spiders.
Everyone in the noble team felt a chill in their hearts when they discovered that these 'magic archers' were circling towards them. Because the ground in that direction was not suitable for a formation to fight, no one below Farrell considered taking precautions.
"Fall back."
Farrell also made a prompt decision. After realizing that his opponent was difficult to deal with, he immediately thought of ensuring that he would not lose first, "Mr. Harding, take your people to protect the left wing and don't let those bastards get close to us."
Young Harding Holden was immediately shocked, "How can I resist the fine gold ammunition of those bastards?"
"Stone walls will do." Farrell ordered with a tigerish face: "Don't be reluctant to part with the scroll. War is consumption. As long as you can win, the Butch family will compensate you. If you can't win, it's useless for you to keep it.
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The stone wall can indeed block the adamantine ammunition of the flintlock gun due to its thickness, but this kind of scroll is expensive. Harding hopes that the precious materials in his hand can be used at important moments, but it is definitely not an important moment to retreat.
But at this moment, the wizards led by Vesta played some role. They summoned a group of cannon fodder to help Hardin Holden. For example, hundreds of skeletons, dozens of shadow wolves, and a dozen flying gargoyles
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The addition of gargoyles finally convinced Harding that this kind of monster that could attack from the air was just right to restrain the unprotected kobolds. No matter how fast the latter ran on the ground, it was not as easy as flying in the sky.
Sure enough, the appearance of the gargoyles immediately stopped the kobolds' detour. Three "Sky-Drilling Monkeys" blasted from the dense fog fortress, and the kobolds who had just attacked retreated.
But after all, running on the ground is not as fast as flying. A dozen gargoyles quickly attacked hundreds of meters, and attacked the kobolds on the ground with one dive.
Fifty kobolds quickly huddled together, raising their long flintlock guns and shooting into the sky. This was an unexpected battle, and the intensive gunfire exploded. Two or three of the gargoyles who rushed down immediately
One was shot and beaten to pieces.
But the gargoyles are a type of construct, fearless and fearless. They continue to rush down, grabbing the riding kobold with their claws and lifting it up.
In order to sit firmly, the kobold and the mechanical spider are connected by a leash. But the gargoyle can catch the two together with a little effort. Their tactic is to lift the opponent into the air and then drop it to death.
The kobolds are indeed too weak to resist such an air attack.
Seven or eight kobolds were captured, including the leader of this team. His head had been scratched by the gargoyle, and one of them was blinded. However, he immediately pulled out a dagger from his body and cut the belt connected to the mechanical spider.
"Don't come to rescue me, take the equipment back." Losing contact with the mechanical spider, the kobold leader was easily caught in the air. He shouted, "For the sake of the tribe, don't be afraid of death."
The leader cut the belt, and the other captured kobolds followed suit. They knew that their lives were not important, but the equipment assigned to them by the lord was more important.
It is inconvenient for other races to operate mechanical spiders. As long as the equipment is there, the kobold cavalry will definitely be there. As long as it is useful to the lord, the kobold tribe can continue.
On the wall of the dense fog fortress, Zhou Qingfeng watched this scene indifferently. With his sharp ears and eyes, he could hear the last desperate cry of the kobold in the wind.
The gargoyles grabbed seven or eight kobolds and flew them tens of meters into the air, then smashed them to pieces. Or two gargoyles cooperated with each other and grabbed a certain kobold and tore it in half in the air, letting the blood flow.
and the entrails fell.
The kobold cavalry had no time to grieve, and they quickly ran back to the ravine outside the fortress. At the same time, a dozen more kobolds ran out and fled quickly in the mechanical spider left behind by their companions.
Fifty mechanical spiders and supporting firearms were saved, and only eight kobolds died.
On the wall of the fortress, a dwarf grabbed an ax and shouted, "These kobolds died so heroically, we should go out and save them. I will never look down on them again."
Zhou Qingfeng has always had a cold face. Adrian, standing next to him, said calmly: "In war, there will be death. This is inevitable. Kobolds..., there will be pensions."
Behind the shouting dwarves was a group of dwarves, all of whom were leaning on the crenellations of the fortress to look at the kobolds who fell to death, feeling angry.
Zhou Qingfeng took a deep breath, and the wings of light suddenly appeared behind him, fluttering into the sky instantly. With his wings dancing, he rushed towards the gargoyles wreaking havoc outside the city like a bullet.
Seven little fairies sat on Zhou Qingfeng's head and shoulders. They waved their thin staffs and shouted loudly: "Master, speed up and charge forward."
Zhou Qingfeng was like an afterimage streaking across the sky, even causing a sonic boom. The 'evil-breaking' heavy sword pulled out a light blade more than one meter long in his hand, and split a gargoyle in half with a swing.
The other gargoyles immediately turned around and rushed towards them with chirping voices. But before the monster could get closer, Zhou Qingfeng walked through with his sword and shouted in the air, "Law: Bind."
Chains seemed to appear in the atmosphere, trapping the gargoyle that relied on supernatural abilities to fly and unable to move, as if it were frozen. Then Zhou Qingfeng flashed back and forth in mid-air, constantly changing positions amidst the chants of the goblin.
Every time his position changed, Zhou Qingfeng got closer to a gargoyle. He waved his 'Bie Xie' and shattered it instantly. After flashing for more than ten times in a row, the bound gargoyle in the sky turned into a dozen frozen piles of rubble.
Waiting for the arcane spell to expire, the gravel fell from the sky and hit the ground.
The entire attack was crisp and clean.
Warm joy erupted in the direction of the dense fog fortress, especially when the dwarves who had just shouted slapped the crenellations so hard that their palms turned red. The nobles fighting outside the city were collectively dumbfounded. They didn't expect that the other side was a grumpy old man who would personally attack him if they disagreed.
end.
Only Zhou Qingfeng flew back to the wall and whispered with a cold face: "I made a mistake in command, and I take responsibility for it."