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Chapter 0824 war is approaching

The winding road was crowded with horses and vehicles, standing still.

The coachmen stood on the roadside chatting with each other and talking about the ongoing war. The road was blocked by an imitation four-wheeled carriage, and the team had to stop and wait.

The four-wheeled carriages in Cold Wind City use metal axles, which are strong and durable. Banshee Castle does not have the forging ability, so it can only use hardwood axles. This can also be used, but it cannot prevent someone from using cheap pine wood instead of tough catalpa wood.

When the load is light, the pine wood with a layer of varnish looks good. But when driving for a long distance, the cargo loaded on the car crushes the axle.

If it were ordinary cargo, just push the carriage to the side of the road and keep the convoy moving forward. But the vehicle that caused the accident was carrying Lord Friedman's luxury tent. No one dared to push it to the side of the road. It had to be delivered as soon as possible.

It's better to go to the front line.

The junior officer was beating the carpenter on the back with a riding crop, blaming him for not discovering the problem earlier. The people around him looked on indifferently, and no one came forward to persuade him. Only the carpenter was screaming for mercy.

In the end, they could only unload the grain from another cart and transport the lord's tent away first. The unloaded grain and the carriage with a broken axle were pushed to the side of the road. The whipped craftsman knelt in the mud and endured the pain.

Pain with bloody streaks on the back, repairing the vehicle.

By the time the convoy moved slowly again, an hour had passed.

Inisa passed by on her war horse, glanced at the numb craftsmen, and moved forward without saying a word. Behind her were thousands of exiles from the Principality of Os, preparing to attack the fog fortress to the north.

Only the old knight Naser is still following Her Royal Highness the Princess. The other exiles gathered around Viscount Talak, as if they had a new master, and they were beaming with joy.

Gray Eagle Castle, Spire City, Night Owl City, Starfall City, Evernight City...the nobles from the North are all here. They bring their servants and vassals, ride horses and drive in, and swarm in.

The total number of people heading north was over 10,000, and the road capacity was limited, so they could only move horses and vehicles. The infantry walked slowly through the fields beside the road, relying on their own two legs to maneuver.

This is indeed an all-or-nothing battle, and if you don't succeed, you can only perish.

Among the marching troops, there was a team that was extremely special. It was composed of a thousand ugly coward demons, accompanied by a hundred demon officers.

Cowards are the lowest level of demons, with loose pale skin, a big belly, and a small head. They are always noisy and scurrying back and forth, timid and cowardly.

This kind of inferior demon is slow, stupid, and has poor fighting ability. It will run away if frightened. But there are huge numbers of them, and they can cover the entire Abyss Plain at every turn during the bloody battle in the abyss.

The coward demons are also mixed with vlo demons and mad war demons as officers. It is the existence of these intermediate demons that can maintain the progress of the demon army, otherwise a thousand coward demons would have fled and scattered.

The nobles of the North were greatly horrified by the appearance of the demonic army. This was an irrefutable act of blasphemy that no god would tolerate.

But there is no noble who is willing to voluntarily sacrifice in the next battle. It is better to have these low-level demons serve as cannon fodder than to die in battle.

The nobles fell silent over this, as if this evil call did not exist. The wizards in the North also did not speak. Everyone kept silent and tacitly agreed not to mention this matter in their prayers.

Friedman had no way out. He openly appeared at the same time as the six-armed snake demon who transformed into a human woman. He also did not hide his sudden increase in strength, and even enjoyed the fear and respect of outsiders.

A team of more than ten thousand people spent two days approaching the dense fog fortress, trying to encircle it. The nobles had enough troops this time, and they intended to encircle Victor. Hugo relied on his numerical advantage to trap him alive.

Zhou Qingfeng would not let his opponent get close to him so easily. He ordered Adrian to set traps on the road of just fifty kilometers. The simplest 'Freedom Crossbow' was deployed everywhere, and there were even improved 'Freedom Mines'

Everywhere.

The exiles from the Principality of Os were running on the road, followed by the main force of the nobles. As the team was walking, they would often feel the ground shake. Two or three seconds later, they would hear an explosion, see plumes of smoke rising into the sky, and beheaded people.

One or two corpses were blown up into the sky.

I don’t know if it was the unlucky guy who got tricked.

The detonation method of 'mines' has also evolved. There are not only booby traps that are triggered multiple times, but also various types such as timed triggers and weight triggers.

When the team is marching, the ground will suddenly explode. Or it may be okay if a person steps on it, but it will explode when a loaded carriage presses on it. There are even summoned undead souls who directly rush into the queue with a bundle of explosives to explode themselves.

After repeated tossing, the loss was not big, but the morale was greatly affected. Friedman could only grit his teeth and push the team forward quickly, so as to get rid of Victor Hugo as soon as possible.

At the same time, in the dense fog fortress, baskets of soil were being excavated and transported out of the ground. Zhou Qingfeng stood at the entrance of the passage and asked the kobold in charge of the excavation: "Can you accurately dig out the enemy's camp?"

The kobold engineer shook his head, "Sorry, Lord, the enemy camp is more than a thousand meters away from us, which is too far. Even if it can be located, the amount of work is too large. This is really beyond our capabilities."

Zhou Qingfeng said ‘hmm’, “So have all the traps around the fortress been dug?”

The kobold was confident about this, "All the fortifications within three hundred meters have been dug, and those damaged by the enemy will also be repaired. Unless the enemies come from the sky, they will definitely fall into the trap and most of them will be damaged."

There was a dwarf next to the kobold, his warhammer on the ground, and he was gearing up and said: "Following the order of the lord, all ten dwarf centurions have been recruited. They are all the best warriors among the mountain dwarves. They are stronger than those orcs who disrupt the war.

too much.

The nobles of the North have bullied us for too long, and we have long wanted to deal with them. Now those despicable guys summon an army of demons, which is absolute blasphemy. We dwarves will never condone such evil behavior."

Having said this, the dwarf patted the steel armor on his chest and praised: "I must admit that humans' forging technology is no worse than that of dwarves. The equipment issued by the lord is very good, and we are not afraid of those noble cowards."

The kobold huddled behind Zhou Qingfeng's thigh and muttered: "The magic armor was given to you. Your lord's skills are obviously better than that of you dwarves."

"Little dwarf, you know nothing." The dwarf glared at the kobold, "Our forging technology is the best."

The kobold did not dare to talk back and could only continue to hide behind and mutter, "You are not a dwarf yourself." He then said to Zhou Qingfeng: "Your Excellency, don't worry. Your kindness is enough to move all the intelligent races in the North.

Those damn nobles are very strong, but there are more forces willing to stand on your side. At least all of us kobolds are loyal to you."

"We are willing too. Lord Hugo, you are indeed a good person, different from those nobles." The dwarf also promised, "At least we are willing now. If we can give you more ale, we can be willing for a longer time."


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