Powell had no choice but to follow the two wings of the demon army in the dark night. He really wanted to run away, but there were many die-hard aristocrats watching behind him. This clearly treated him as cannon fodder.
The moment the demon army appeared, Powell knew that this battle in the North would not end well. Even if the noble side won in the end, the Butch family would definitely have to be liquidated for their blasphemy crimes afterwards.
Powell didn't know which side to hope for victory at this moment. He just wanted to escape far away to avoid dying. But all he could do was sigh, endure the stench from the devil's side, and be careful not to be trapped by the trap set outside the thick fog fortress.
Kill yourself.
Traps, traps, traps everywhere.
Five hundred meters away from the dense fog fortress, it was almost impossible to walk on the ground. The coward in front accidentally stepped on a mine that tripped the ground, killing three or five people.
Or the mechanism is triggered in front, and a trap appears behind, and dozens or twenty coward demons or even vromons fall into it. Demons are immune to damage such as fire toxins, acid corrosion, but there are things specifically designed to target them in the traps.
For example, the piranha transplanted from the Bloodstream Canyon was irrigated by demon blood in the early years, and now it is just as effective when used to devour weak cowardly demons.
Another example is a vat of holy water that explodes. If a vromon falls into it, it will melt as if it were encountering strong acid, and the timid demon will disappear directly.
Encountering strange traps, the demon army became more and more chaotic.
But the War Mad Demon only moved forward with its axe. Once this kind of monster wanted to fight, it would be uncontrollable. It also forcibly controlled the surrounding low-level demons to follow and fight to the death.
Judging from the scene, landmines were constantly exploding on the way forward. Each time, a group of timid demons were frightened into running away, and each time they were shouted back by the roars of the mad war demons.
These low-level demons can cast darkness spells, terror spells, and mind control at will. But their chaotic formation is really unable to exert their little strength.
After entering a distance of 500 meters, fierce gunfire erupted from the trench fortifications in front. It was the kobolds riding mechanical spiders firing volleys.
Cold Wind City was unable to mass-produce efficient, non-toxic magical propellants used in flintlock muskets, but within a few months it had produced and stockpiled hundreds of thousands of fine gold bullets.
Arcee made fifty mechanical spiders, and Zhou Qingfeng brought two hundred carefully made breech-loaded flintlock guns. These guns use custom-loaded Minie ammunition, which have a fast rate of fire, high power, and high accuracy. Their effective range
Reached three hundred meters.
If the warhead hadn't deformed and shattered during the launch process, Zhou Qingfeng would have wanted to engrave the magic pattern on it to enhance it. But even so, the warhead coated with a layer of fine gold already has great power.
Zhou Qingfeng only used fifty kobold cavalry last time, but now he mobilized all the fusiliers he had trained. In addition to the kobolds, there were also one hundred and fifty dwarves carrying magic firearms to form a multi-layered salvo fire.
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When the demons attacked five hundred meters away from the fortress, they were immediately faced with waves of dense bullets. Last time, human wizards pulled up stone walls to resist the adamantine bullets, but now the demons can only rely on their own powerful bodies to fight against them.
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The first wave of bullets was fired, and the cowardly demon who acted as cannon fodder on the opposite side suffered a terrible fate, just like the ears of wheat in the field that were cut off by a sickle.
The skin of low-level demons is quite strong, which is equivalent to adding enchantment to strengthen the defense. It is even difficult to cut through with ordinary swords, leaving only a white mark.
But now the adamantine bullet opened a bloody hole, creating a strong cavity effect. A small hole went in, and a big hole came out, taking away a large amount of crushed bones and meat.
The devil will die even if he suffers such a severe injury.
It was so far away, and death came so suddenly.
The cowardly demons who were shouting and pushing fell silent instead, staring at their killed companions on the ground. They were all projections of their true bodies in the main material world. They did not really die after being killed, but their true bodies would be severely damaged.
The cowardly demons were huddled together, and their poor thinking could not figure out what kind of attack they were being subjected to. After all, the attack came from more than 200 meters away, which was far away for the legendary powerhouse.
In a daze, the second wave of gunshots rang out, followed by another sweep like a scythe. The rifled Mine ammunition was a huge improvement in thermal weapons and firearms. It took into account both power and accuracy, making skirmishing possible.
A volley of two hundred magic flintlock guns has a hit rate of about 50% within more than 200 meters. Excluding the warheads that hit the same target, a single volley can knock down fifty cowards.
A vrock was also hit because of its tall body. This demon with a vulture head and fine gray feathers is extremely violent. After being hit, it became ferocious, spread its wings, jumped up, and dived forward fiercely.
Ten meters away.
The forward charging Flo Demon also used the 'Teleportation Technique', and disappeared again the moment it landed, successfully avoiding the third wave of bullets. Then it used the 'Teleportation Technique' many times to rush forward, and its figure quickly approached the kobold.
The trench where it is located.
Kobolds are most afraid of close combat. Their weak bodies cannot stop the devil's fangs and claws. When the hearts of the group are filled with fear, an old kobold without a gun stands at the front of the queue and shakes the totem in his hand.
stick.
"Don't be timid, death is not terrible." The old kobold completely ignored the approaching vromo. He only stood in front of the queue to stabilize the morale of the army, waiting for the enemy to arrive in front of him through infinite teleportation...
The totem staff lay flat and shot out a beam of light, "Dimensional Anchor."
The demon's teleportation was terminated by the kobold warlock.
"Concentrate the fire!" the officer of the kobold cavalry shouted loudly.
In an instant, fifty magic rifles were aimed at the Vlomo who was very close at hand. As long as the vulture-headed monster took half a step forward, the long and thick sword in his hand could cut off the head of the old kobold warlock at the front.
But intensive gunshots rang out. Almost all of the dozens of adamantine bullets hit Vromo's head, chest and other vital locations. His strong body could not withstand the barrage of bullets and was instantly beaten to pieces.
At the same time, two berserker demons and more than twenty vlo demons in the demon army all used teleportation techniques to rush forward quickly. They stared with blood-red eyes, roared loudly, and burst out with a strong desire to kill.
The old kobold who had been standing still just now turned around and ran away. He shouted "Retreat" and got out of the front of the defense line, and quickly got into the underground passage with the other kobold cavalry. When they came out again, they were already on both sides of the trench.
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After firing the fourth wave of ammunition, one hundred and fifty dwarf gunners also escaped through the trenches and headed for other preset positions. Behind the dwarf gunners, three dwarf 'defender' groups poured out of the trenches.
These honest warriors wear heavy armor, put on strong helmets, and carry heavy shields and war hammers into the battlefield. Behind the gaps in their thick helmets are calm and calm eyes - it is a supreme honor for them to be able to fight against demons.
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This honor can be told to your descendants for a lifetime when you are drinking and bragging in the future!
A dwarf captain jumped onto the trench, raised his warhammer and shouted: "Moradin, follow me and kill these ugly monsters from the abyss!"