What follows is indeed a tough battle, because from the hillside where Prell is standing, you can see the ghouls and abominations summoned back by the acolytes in the distance, quietly guarding the outside of the battlefield.
At least three large summoning magic circles were set up by the acolytes, and in each magic circle, at least ten or more acolytes began to cast spells. In the center of each magic circle, an oval-shaped black slowly appeared.
The summoning gate, the surface of the summoning gate is like a starry sky, with only a few stars twinkling in the endless darkness.
Then the surface of the summoning gate rippled like water, which was because the space was distorted by the spell. The three summoning gates opened one after another, and a group of summoned demons poured out.
Prell put down the telescope, rubbed his eyes, and raised the telescope again, finally confirming that he had seen it correctly. The summoning circle looked powerful, but the one who was summoned was actually a kid!
From the summoning circle in the middle came a group of red devils with flaming bodies all over their bodies. They jumped out like a group of fleas. Then a group of blue devils with green poisonous mist all over their bodies came out.
Imp.
Rexxar on the side put down his telescope and breathed a sigh of relief. His first frost wolf companion Halatha was killed by the orc warlock. Since then, Rexxar has paid special attention to the warlock profession. If anything,
The people who know the most about warlocks in Thresh Kingdom, apart from Braylin Fire Fist, an authentic warlock inherited from demons, are probably Prell and Rexxar.
"Those red imps only know two spells, fireball and flame shield. And those blue imps also only know two spells, shadow arrow and magic reflection shield. Their spells are not very powerful, but their spell casting
They are extremely fast and always appear in groups.
Imps have very high fire resistance and shadow resistance, so I suggest our mages not to attack them with fire spells!" Rexxar said.
Prell nodded. He needed to be close to see the status of these brats with his "eye of observation", but it was obvious that Lexa knew better. He looked at Gonzalo: "So, you and the other messengers
Immediately inform allies in other positions of this information!"
He looked at Lexa: "If Braylin completes her mission, please ask her to come to the front line. I'm going to the first trench!" Lexa nodded. In the orc tradition, there is no such thing as "
It is said that "a body of ten thousand gold is not in danger", the leaders of the orcs have always been heroes with powerful weapons, and they have always been at the forefront in battles.
Therefore, Prell likes to charge at the forefront, and everyone is accustomed to it, because this is a common concept in the world of Azeroth.
Unlike the silent ghouls and abominations, these thousands of summoned imps gathered together and shouted loudly in devilish language, and their shrill noises resounded throughout the battlefield.
Prell has returned to the first trench again. The harpies who serve as messengers wear a ridiculous-looking cloak with a trumpet shape embroidered on the back and two small flags on their shoulders.
, was busy shuttling back and forth, passing on Rexxa’s information about the imp.
This cloak, which represents the identity of the messenger, was designed by Braelyn Firefist. It is a rare "masterpiece" of sudden interest and inspiration for the high elf sorceress. Prell feels that the aesthetics of the sorceress is hard to describe, but the person who wears this cloak
The harpies were very satisfied, so he had to add two small flags to show his authority as the chief of Thresh Kingdom.
Those little ghosts seemed to be arguing with the acolytes who summoned them - it is also possible that some necromancers were hiding among them as acolytes - in short, Prell and his soldiers waited patiently.
After waiting for a long time, I finally saw some changes in the opponent's formation.
After a hurried reorganization, the ghoul was still at the head, with the summoned imps mixed in, and the abominations following behind. The team was no longer as dense as before, but much looser.
Obviously the acolytes opposite who were responsible for summoning and commanding also knew that relying solely on these low-level, unconscious ghouls and abominations would not be able to break through the defense line, so they summoned low-level demon imps.
Prepare for another wave of cluster-style single-target spell attacks.
Prell didn't care how many imps there were. He had asked Merry Dongfeng and almost every spell caster he met. He knew that the world of Azeroth had spells with a range far beyond that of muskets, and the Burning Legion had the same
Yes, but the group of imps in front of me obviously don't have such a powerful range.
The blasted ditch in front of the position was once again filled with the corpses of ghouls. Compared to the ghouls who were unaware and only knew how to rush forward, these summoned little ghosts were obviously able to think independently.
Intelligent creatures.
They jumped around in groups and hid behind the ghouls, and from time to time they would throw a wave of fireballs or shadow arrows together. Although their casting speed was fast enough, their range was unfortunately poor. Most of them
The spell only flew a distance of about twenty or thirty meters before dissipating, or falling to the ground, creating a small pit, or corroding a small hole.
The Musketeers were still busy performing three-stage shooting according to the command. This time they had some helpers for long-range attacks: Razor Ridge quilboar shooters and crouching tiger gunners.
There are about 200 quilboar shooters in Razor Ridge, and some of them are quilboar warriors as temporary guests. The twenty tiger crouching cannons deployed in front of the second trench are also constantly throwing stone bullets.
These tiger squatting cannons are Prell's stock this year. The cannonballs are divided into two types: spherical stone bullets, and gravel bullets made with thin linen mesh bags.
With Lao Chen personally commanding the Crouching Tiger Cannon, Prell didn't have to worry. Lao Chen had already ordered the gunners to use gravel shells. After firing, the linen mesh bag broke due to high-speed friction and heat, and the sky was filled with pattering.
There was a rain of gravel on the ground.
Regardless of the lethality, at least the scene is spectacular enough. Prell has been in the first trench, and his task is to command and treat the wounded according to circumstances, but currently, the soldiers on the opposite side have not rushed close enough.
Within thirty meters.
The imps quickly entered the range of the muskets. After the gunfire cleared, Prell saw a group of imps running back in panic, and behind them, dozens of unlucky imps fell.
Howling in pain, he kept cursing in devilish language.
These timid little devils made the kobold soldiers more courageous. In fact, after the first wave of ghoul attacks were repelled, the kobold soldiers began to get excited, because what they repelled was notorious and destructive.
The Burning Legion that has conquered countless worlds!
Prell looked up at the sky. There were at least twenty black spots flying around above the undead army. They were the raptor druids of the Cenarion Circle conducting high-altitude reconnaissance.
Once again, the ghoul army was repulsed and retreated like a tide. Prell even saw with his telescope that a group of ghouls who had fled back retreated again, each carrying the corpses of their companions.
Obviously, they did not take the feelings of their comrades into consideration, but used the corpses of their comrades as materials to replenish their bodies.
At this time, the night was getting dark, and the cooks in the logistics had already prepared dinner and carried it to the front line on burdens. Prell took out a lunch box from his backpack. The lunch box was made from Stonehoof Valley, made of brass, and had a wooden rice spoon.
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The supper was steamed oats, with turnips grown in the grassy valley and some wild vegetables as side dishes, as well as a strip of fat and thin pork.
Prell and Lao Chen sat together. Lao Chen did not bring out his conspicuous huge wine gourd. After all, it was a war now and drinking was prohibited in the army.
Of course, Lao Chen was an exception. He took out another wooden pot from behind, blinked, and poured a wooden cup for Prell. Prell took a sip. It was the grape plantation run by Lao Chen in Rolling Rock Canyon.
The wine produced has a somewhat sour taste.
Prell doesn't like the alcohol in the world of Azeroth, especially wine. He always feels that this kind of wine that becomes very sour after being stored for a long time is really unpalatable. Therefore, he has ordered people to start cultivating it.
And growing beets, the seeds he asked Jikniku to purchase from the Kingdom of Stormwind.
Sugar is popular in any era and in any world. After all, it is one of the five flavors and almost no one hates it. Prell has long planned to vigorously develop the sugar industry after ensuring the self-sufficiency of food in Thresh Kingdom.
The sugar trade in the continent of Kalimdor is almost entirely dominated by several large goblin consortiums, and even the night elves cannot interfere. Therefore, the price of sugar has always remained high. Last year, the Kingdom of Thresh's import trade, sugar only accounted for
A small portion, but the amount is quite high.
A small amount of jaggery was added to the wine brewed by Lao Chen. Apparently he was also dissatisfied with the taste of the wine and rarely drank only one glass.
Before dinner was finished, a few kobold sentries on alert at the front blew bamboo whistles, and Prell put down his lunch box: "These ghouls are really tireless!"
So a fierce battle started again. The mixed army of ghouls and imps rushed in like a tide, leaving corpses on the ground, and then retreated back like a tide.
When the commanding acolytes readjusted their ranks, they launched another charge. That night, fighting and fighting never stopped in front of Prell's defensive position.
In the second half of the night, Prell had to bring up the second batch of reserves so that the soldiers could have a good rest. He ordered people to urgently light dozens of bonfires in front of the position. At the most critical moment,
The sea of ghouls even rushed more than ten meters in front of the first trench.
In the early morning, Prell had to order the first trench to be vacated because the soldiers were too tired and the Tiger Crouching Cannon had been completely silenced. Continuous shooting caused too much damage to the gun body, so Lao Chen had to order
The gunners rest.
Nearly a hundred of the musketeers' muskets were scrapped, and in the end Prell had to lead the hammer shield soldiers at the front to give the musketeers, grenadiers, and quilboar shooters a chance to retreat.
After dawn, the night's offensive and defensive battle finally came to a halt. Prell stood on the mound of the second trench, his face becoming very heavy.
As an army good at night attacks, the kobold garrison has performed very well, but compared with the tireless and large undead army on the opposite side, their strength is still too small.
And at least thirty Kobold Hammer Shield Soldiers were bitten by ghouls or hit by imps' spells while resisting the attack of the sea of ghouls. Prell didn't even have time to save them, and watched helplessly as his men
He was overwhelmed by the black incoming ghouls.
At this moment, there was a rescued Kobold Hammer Shield Soldier at his feet. He was bitten on the ankle by a ghoul, and then quickly turned into a corpse. Fortunately, Prell gave him an "exorcism" in time, and read again
A "flash of holy light" saved his life.
This frightened kobold hammer shield soldier was squatting in front of another corpse, which was a human male corpse with a bare upper body and a pair of ragged pants.