When the sky puts away its remaining light, darkness falls.
The timid demons in the lead became excited and ran back and forth noisily. They relied on the roars of the vlo demons and the mad war demons as action commands, and also began to prepare for the battle - summoning their companions.
Each demon can summon a fellow demon once a day to assist in battle, but the success rate of summoning is about 30%. For thousands of timid demons, the strength of the demon can be increased by 350 out of thin air.
This is already considerable.
Cowardly demons are timid, and their attacks must rely on numbers. When they find more companions, they run even more manically, making an unusual noise.
Two tall berserker demons and twenty dozen vlo demons commanded them to move forward, killing towards the fog fortress, looking forward to tasting fresh flesh and blood in the main material world.
Behind the demon army, Yeck and his son from the Night City led their Knights of Thorns to follow closely. They also placed more than 300 gnolls and orcs at the forefront as cannon fodder, intending to expand the battlefield gap opened by the demons.
Countless bonfires have been lit in the noble camp, and a relief force of about 3,000 troops is preparing to set off. Regardless of the outcome of the Yeck family's battle, they are responsible for serving as a reserve force.
The nobles of the Northland, big and small, all widened their eyes, hoping that their powerful troops could break through the egg with a hammer and end this protracted suffering.
But in the direction of the dense fog fortress, it was quiet, with no lights or sounds, as if no one was guarding it. Standing on the watchtower of the military tent, Friedman could not see anything thousands of meters away no matter how hard he opened his eyes.
Any movement.
"What on earth was Victor Hugo thinking? Could he have seen our military strength and escaped secretly?"
Friedman grabbed a single-cylinder bronze telescope and glanced back and forth, but still couldn't see anything. This made him deeply doubt whether there was anyone in the fortress opposite.
The nobles also looked for high places to watch, wondering why the opposite side was so quiet. If they were to defend, they would definitely have to brighten the lights and shout at the top of their lungs to give orders.
But now...
Fifty kobolds rode mechanical spiders and maneuvered silently in the trenches in front of the fortress. These weak creatures took off the sunglasses on their heads and saw the darkness as if it were daytime. They had no impact at all and instead blended into the darkness.
The magic flintlocks mounted on the spider's back were all loaded, just waiting for a volley of fire.
Zhou Qingfeng stood on the dark fortress wall, and the link network covered all his subordinates within a radius of 500 meters. After he entered level 15, the number of people connected at the same time increased from one hundred to one thousand.
This is a huge convenience in command.
The marching speed of the demon army is very slow, mainly because the demons are too slow.
But the noble wizard was not idle. At least a dozen secret eyes and magic pets flew over quietly for investigation. There were hundreds of flying summons, including all kinds of weird things.
A flying beast rushed at the front. It was shaped like an ugly human head with wings, equipped with fangs and sharp teeth, and its eyes were burning with green flames. This guy let out a piercing scream, intending to trigger fear in the prey's heart.
The flying beast is followed by more than a dozen magic bats. They vibrate their wings and emit sound waves that are inaudible to human ears. They can also cause the opponent to become dizzy and feel uncomfortable all over.
These are all weird tricks that wizards use time and time again to trick people.
This Hundred Flying Unit was proposed by Farrell based on his first battle experience. He considered the ground defense of the Fog Fortress to be close to perfect, and only the air had the opportunity to sneak in.
The swarms flying in the air were faster than the demon army. They ignored the 300-meter-deep trench defense on the ground and rushed straight to the wall of the fortress, intending to figure out the layout of the city together with the mystical eyes.
When these fluttering guys came closer to a distance of fifty meters, many slender figures suddenly appeared from behind the crenellations on the wall. A dozen wild elves quickly drew their bow strings and fired a barrage of arrows under the command of Xili.
The hardwood shaft is made of aluminum arrows, and the recurved eccentric bow body is painted with energy-accumulating magic patterns using mithril. It is precise and complicated. These bows and arrows, which are made with the combination of modern technology and elven secrets, are priceless treasures.
If these magic bows weren't so attractive, Hilly alone might not be able to gather the remaining wild elves hiding in the dark forest. But when they took the valuable equipment produced by the Cold Wind City Forge, there were nearly a hundred wild elves.
Under Zhou Qingfeng's command.
And now...
Every time you draw the bow and arrow, the corresponding magic pattern on the bow body will light up, and the aluminum arrowhead will be enchanted with magic damage.
Either armor breaking, burning, freezing, electric shock, poison, or acid erosion, there is always a suitable one for certain monsters that are immune to damage.
The arrows flew, and the flying man who was rushing in the front was immediately hit by an arrow. It was targeted by the 'Zhanyi' bow in Xili's hand, and the fine gold arrows shot through its large mouth full of fangs.
Feitou Manzheng let out a strange scream when he was hit by this swift arrow. The electric shock damage from 'Zhanyi' immediately paralyzed his whole body, lost his ability to coordinate, and fell from the air with a scream.
The endless quiver recovered the adamantine arrows.
The flying head that fell was seriously injured but was still flapping its wings on the ground. It tried to fly again, but was stepped on by a big foot wearing an iron boot.
Feitou's ugly head was stepped on like a fried meatball, and a pool of disgusting green brains spattered out. The iron boots were loosened and rubbed against the soil on the ground. The dwarf wearing iron boots raised his head and snorted, waiting for the devil.
The coming of the army.
The hundreds of flying troops mobilized by the noble wizard seemed to encounter an invisible wall of arrows, stopping about fifty meters away from the dense fog fortress and could no longer get closer.
Xili led the wild elves and fired a wave, basically clearing out most of the enemies. The rest also realized that something was wrong and quickly retreated and escaped.
In the noble camp a thousand meters away, many noble wizards who cast spells immediately jumped up and cursed. Some of them not only damaged the summoned flying monsters, but also gained valuable familiars.
When he heard the wizards of the same camp scolding, the illusionist Johnson couldn't help but hide in the corner. His noisy owl Dudu also closed its mouth and hid in its master's clothes, not daring to show its face.
Dudu has a bitchy mouth. If he is sent out for investigation, he will definitely die. "Master, I think tonight's battle will not go well."
"Why?" Johnson asked in a low voice. He was forcibly recruited and couldn't hide even if he wanted to. Powell, as his fellow sufferer, was even more unlucky and had already been kicked out for investigation.
"The chaotic attribute of demons determines that their battles are a mess and they do things without thinking. The timid demons are also very timid. They can rush in with large numbers, but once they suffer a heavy blow, they will definitely flee and harm their own people.
In addition, the reason why the Crazy Fighting Demon is called the Crazy Fighting Demon is because the fight does not distinguish between ourselves and the enemy, it will be endless, and it will not stop until the winner is determined. This sounds like the best cannon fodder, but in fact it is the worst subordinate.
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In the bloody battles between the abyss and purgatory, the devil's strength has never reached one-tenth of the devil's, but they have always been able to draw a tie, but the devil's chaotic attribute always causes bad things."
Dudu muttered in a low voice, and Johnson was convinced. The current situation of the nobles seemed to be okay, but the master and servant had a few discussions and were already thinking about how to escape later.