There were noisy sounds in the cold wind of the night, as well as the strong sour smell of the goblins.
Fifteen black warriors cleared the way and ran a long way away. Behind them was a shuffling team of goblins that stretched for a full mile. Hundreds of goblins shuffled forward under the command of bugbear officers.
Zul Grayskin, as the leader of the tribe and the distinguished chief shaman, is supervising the work of the team at the moment. He rides a warg and leads more than a dozen wolf-riding guards to supervise the team's progress - if he doesn't do this,
Hundreds of goblins can drag it several miles.
The cold wind blowing from the Icefield Mountains has been heading south, and the wind direction has not changed for decades.
The old shaman held the skeleton staff in his hand and felt a little uneasy in his heart. He was a shaman and a priest of the god of bào. When he prayed every night, he could often get some vague hints about the future from the god.
This kind of reminder is often an inexplicable picture or a blurry figure. Before tonight's action, Zul Grayskin not only used goblin witchcraft to conduct divination, but also asked Bane for advice, and the results he obtained were always successful.
But at this moment, the old goblin's ears were ringing with hallucinatory whispers. The dead souls wandering in the dark forest were particularly restless tonight. They were neighing, snooping, crowding and colliding with each other, coming from all directions, making sounds that no living person could hear.
The sound of arrival.
The old goblin cannot hear these sounds, but it can sense the dead souls full of resentment and despair. The latter surround it, swimming around, as if waiting for a gluttonous feast - the fear and panic of the dying
It's their favorite food.
"What is this foreshadowing?" The old goblin was lost in thought, "I am about to win a great victory. Are the dead souls waiting to devour the enemy's soul, or is it some kind of danger?"
The closer you get to Violent Rat Village, the more and more invisible dead souls appear. They are extremely fragile and have no consciousness. They are the evolution of weak souls who have nowhere to go. Whenever a tragic death or injury is about to occur, they are the most sensitive.
swarmed in.
Before Zul Grayskin could reach a conclusion, the goblin team at the front suddenly stopped. The noisy shouts caused by the pushing and shoving became louder and louder, attracting the attention of the old goblin shaman, "What happened in front?
What happened? Why don’t those idiots leave?”
The goblin team became crowded and the speed became slower and slower. But the team was separated by a mile, and no matter how powerful Zul Grayskin was, he couldn't figure out what was happening in front of him?
A wolf-riding guard waved his whip and drove the goblin spearman blocking the road to the side of the road. He went to the front to ask what happened. After struggling for a long time, he came back and reported, "Respectful Lord Grayskin, several people suddenly fell down on the road ahead."
A big tree blocked the road."
The road in the Black Forest is difficult to walk, not to mention the trees that suddenly fall down and block the road. Sometimes the road will disappear for no apparent reason. In order to climb over the big tree blocking the road, the goblin in front must slow down and the road will be congested.
But how did the Black Warrior get there before?
Zul Grayskin immediately shouted sharply: "Idiot, let the team disperse quickly, don't crowd together."
The old shaman's voice only had a fearful effect, and was blown far away by the cold wind. The goblins who heard his order were even more panicked, crowding and bumping into each other, for fear of provoking a green light that would kill their lives.
But at this moment, on a slope next to the road, Nal, who had transformed into a giant bear, stood proudly and let out a deafening roar in the dark night. With the huge sound, she grabbed a small bucket of kerosene at her feet and threw it onto the road.
A huddled group of goblins.
Nar was originally a big and sturdy man. After becoming a giant bear, her height was directly over 2.5 meters. Her strength was doubled due to this, and she became extremely huge. She could throw a bucket of more than ten kilograms of kerosene thirty to forty meters away.
The round wooden barrel drew a parabola in the air. When it passed the high point and was about to fall, Ranger Luke opened his recurve bow on the slope and shot an arrow. He quickly caught up with the thrown wooden barrel and threw it
It explodes.
The wooden barrel cracked open, and the kerosene inside was scattered like a goddess scattering flowers, covering a large area.
Zhou Qingfeng was originally worried about how to maximize the burning effect of fire oil, but he didn't expect that the adventurers around him had very mature and efficient skills. When he saw the fire oil being blown away by the cold wind in the night sky, he couldn't help but shout loudly
He cheered, clapped his hands and laughed.
In the dark forest, people with good archery skills can be seen everywhere. This is considered a basic life skill. After Luke shot the kerosene barrel, he quickly drew the arrow again and pulled the string.
This time, the arrow was shot with an arrow wrapped in rags. The cloth was soaked in kerosene. It was ignited by lightly rubbing it with a flint. It shot towards the piece of kerosene that was slowly falling.
With a bang, there was a sudden burst of light in the darkness, and dazzling flames erupted on the entire forest road. The fire spread quickly in the wind, covering the road and the forest, frightening the goblin team on the ground, whose heads were shaking, to stand on the spot.
He stood still for only a moment, and all that fell were drops of burning kerosene. After they fell to the ground, they were like gangrene attached to the bones, and it was difficult to get rid of them - they couldn't be extinguished by beating them, and they couldn't be extinguished by rolling them. The burning high temperature brought great pain, and they would not be burned out until they were completely burned.
It won't stop.
Under the firelight, you can see the goblins scurrying like ants. At this time, even the strong bugbears were burned and screamed, running around, completely unable to stop them.
On the hillside, Nal, who transformed into a giant bear, threw out the kerosene barrels one after another. In order to cover as many goblins as possible, she even kept changing her position. There were several accompanying adventurers following behind her to help her carry the kerosene.
bucket.
Although a large tree was temporarily used to block the road to make the goblin team as dense as possible, the opponent still had a queue of two to three hundred meters from far and near. Naer ran out, and Luke and others, who were shooting arrows to ignite the fire, followed closely.
The local elves were wailing and wailing in the flames, and the dozen or so people in the ambush were all morale-boosted. The enemy's casualties were their greatest achievement and their greatest motivation.
The arson tactics would continue for a while, and soon only Zhou Qingfeng, Inisha, and a few knights from Lieyang Village were left on the ambush slope.
The female knight brought the horse, got on the horse and smiled: "This method of arson is usually used when guarding the city wall. It is much easier to use than your idea of laying firewood."
Zhou Qingfeng was embarrassed for a while, and was secretly wary of his own blind ideas - if he really followed the method of laying out firewood and pouring kerosene tonight, this ambush and sneak attack would become a joke. You really can't mess around with things you don't understand.
Come, especially war.
"Let's go, get on your horse. Let's go for a charge. The killing is not important, but we must drive as many goblins into the woods as possible. It will be difficult for those green-skinned guys to gather together once they escape. It will take at least two days for them to come back.
Attack us."
The light from the burning oil burst out from time to time in the dark night. The heroic female knight raised her sharp sword under the firelight, shouted a few times and charged. There were only four or five subordinates behind her, but it was as if she was following thousands of troops from the ground.
The slope flew down.
Zhou Qingfeng followed Inisa and moved forward together. When the firelight illuminated her indifferent profile, the strong wind blew her fluttering cloak, and the horseshoes hit the ground to accompany her shouts. In an instant, they were like wolves and tigers.