Under the blow covered by feather arrows, the cannon fodder demon in the front row fell to the ground and died as if he were cutting wheat.

It must be said that the fighting spirit of the devil is commendable.

Knowing that he was going to die, he still dared to charge.

Although the spirit is commendable, death cannot be avoided.

After the cannon fodder demon is killed, it will be the turn of the motley demon.

The sturdy Minotaur can use the corpses of his companions as shields, and the Scythe with bone blades can block arrows with his arms.

Ordinary demons such as the Sheephorn Demon and the Abyssal Demon Dog had a miserable end, falling to the ground with arrows all over their bodies, often struggling for a long time before dying.

As the distance got closer, the rate of fire of the bow and arrow became faster and faster, and the arrows became more dense.

Even so, it was impossible to stop the demon army from approaching.

Eventually, the demons came into contact with the log wall.

However, before the demons could show their excitement, the bright spears pierced through the cracks in the camp walls, piercing their hearts.

This method held back the opponent for a moment, and soon a demon stepped on the shoulders of his companions and climbed over the wall, fighting the human soldiers and natives.

The fighting spread from outside the camp walls to inside the camp, and the situation began to develop in an unfavorable direction.

Reynard's vision was full of demons.

They are like black waves, crashing against the reef under their feet, and if they are not careful, they are in danger of being swept into it and killed.

It didn't take long for a violent explosion to be heard a few kilometers away from where he was.

Turning his head, the fiery red light shone on the sky, as if a meteorite had fallen to the ground.

Apparently there was something that could not be held, and the defending generals released the forbidden spell scroll.

Renard frowned slightly and asked, "Whose defense zone is there?"

Hearing this, Roerson stretched his neck and looked at it for a long time, and said with some uncertainty: "It seems to be General Christopher's defense area." ”

Christopher Renard sighed silently, it seems that it is still not possible without the help of an epic warrior.

In just half an hour, a large number of demons rushed into the camp.

The human soldiers were no longer stingy, and all kinds of magic scrolls were directly beckoned.

Suddenly, all kinds of brilliance flashed.

If it weren't for the constant screams of demons, it would have been a wonderful sight.

As the magic scrolls scattered around as if they didn't want money, the battle situation stabilized for the time being.

At this time, the firing angle of the artillery was also adjusted, and it changed from projectile to flat fire.

Seeing this, the human defenders quickly retreated, not forgetting to open their mouths to warn their companions.

The natives couldn't understand human language, and their reactions were half a beat slower, so they could only break the back for them, and those who were lucky could escape the butcher's knife, and those who were unlucky were killed on the spot.

When most of the humans and natives had evacuated to safety, the rumbling of artillery was heard again.

The flowering bullet has been replaced with a solid bullet, and after firing, it can directly shatter the bones of the entire column of demons.

The soldiers didn't need to aim at all, they just had to reload and fire desperately.

Once again, the demon army has suffered a terrible blow.

Seeing this, Renard was a little relieved, it seemed that in the face of advanced weapons, Rao is powerful demon could only hate on the spot.

Of course, that doesn't mean the devil doesn't have a solution.

After a brief commotion, the physically strong Demona was pushed to the forefront.

This demon is five or six meters tall, and its skin is thick and thick, and muskets, bows and arrows cannot cause fatal damage to it.

Unless the solid bullet hits the head directly, you can only watch the opponent slowly move forward.

The rest of the demons hid behind the Fear Demon to protect themselves.

But it turned out that they were thinking a little too much, and when the bursting arrows fell from the sky, the screams resounded through the valley again.

The body of the Dreador was covered with bursting arrows, and the violent explosion caused their skin to roll upside down as if they had been skinned.

The pain of tearing muscles on the solid bullet against the huge body made them tremble.

In the end, the Fears couldn't hold on anymore and staggered to retreat.

However, the demons behind them would not let them get their way, and once again pushed them to the front to bear the baptism of fierce artillery fire.

Feared by pain and death, the demons slowly grew frantic and began to attack all creatures in their vicinity, including their companions.

Halfway up a hill, a few dinosaurs full of sharp arrows lost their lives and fell down.

The massive body began to roll down the hillside, crushing many sad demons along the way.

Looking at the huge gap in front of him, the archer did not hesitate to draw his bow and arrows, and the bursting arrows were volleyed out like flying locusts.

The explosions were incessant, and a few Baba, who couldn't dodge, were suddenly hit by the seedlings and were directly shot on the spot.

The fierce battle continued into the night, and finally ended under the brutal blows of sixteen forbidden spell scrolls.

If it weren't for Renard's opportunistic actions, I am afraid that the demon would have characterized this battle as a decisive battle.

This attack still achieved nothing, not to mention the loss of 200,000 high-level demons, and several demon commanders lost their lives in vain.

Of course, for the sheer number of demons, this may not be enough to be called a significant loss.

Renard grimaced as he listened to his subordinates' reports.

Robertson's face was also not good-looking: "Judging from the battle damage statistics of each camp, we have killed a total of 6,743 soldiers in this attack, and more than 20,000 people have been injured to varying degrees. ”

Reynard roughly estimated in his mind that the total number of dead had exceeded 40,000.

Forty thousand soldiers! He felt that his heart was running low!

He angrily hammered down the table and scolded hatefully: "Damn the demon, damn the demon, damn the ......"

He wanted to vent, but he couldn't find any target to vent to.

At the same time, almost the same curse came from the demon army on the opposite side: "Damn bastards, damn idiots, damn ......"

Viscount Margani frantically whipped the glamorous succubus kneeling in front of him, his eyes revealing madness and unwillingness.

After a long time, he seemed to be a little tired, and sat down on his throne in a dejected manner.

He smiled maniacally and muttered, "It's almost, it's almost that, as long as you hold on for a few more moments, you can break through this damn defense." ”

"It's a failure!

In this attack, Viscount Margani pressed almost all of his elite strength, but it ended miserably because several other demon nobles pulled their hind legs.

He knew very well why the other party did this, it was just that he was afraid that he would get this terrible credit.

His eyes were blood-red, and hatred almost clouded his mind, and this hatred was not directed at the enemy, but at several other demonic nobles.

At this moment, a voice that was extremely annoying to Viscount Margani came from a distance.

"Viscount Margani, your plan doesn't seem to be working. ”

"Humanity has not only held its ground, but also killed many of our fellow citizens, and I am afraid that this sin will fall on you again. ”

"Counting the defeat of Qiming Mountain, you have already caused us great losses twice in a row. ”

"If you can't make meritorious contributions, don't say it's a knighthood, Kong Po, you can't even save your life. ”

As he spoke, more than a dozen demon nobles staggered over.

Leading the way was Durta the Abyss Motivator, and the rest of the demons followed him, faintly looking at him as a horse.

Seeing this guy, Viscount Margani almost couldn't suppress the anger in his heart.

If it weren't for this guy making trouble, if he hadn't ordered the rest of the demon nobles not to continue the attack, he would have been able to capture the line of defense in front of him today.

It was not uncommon for demons to tear each other down and tear each other down, and he often suppressed other nobles and took pleasure in it.

However, he never thought that he would be suppressed.

The most hateful thing is that he can't stand up to resist yet, after all, the other party's background is higher than him, and his title is higher than him.

Demons are a highly hierarchical race, and the following offenses are subject to extremely severe punishment.

Thinking about this, Viscount Margani desperately suppressed the anger in his heart, and said in as calm a tone as possible: "I'm very sorry, this time it was my mistake, and I won't do it again next time." ”

Hearing this, Duerta, the motivator of the abyss, couldn't help but sneer: "Next time? Do you think there will be a next time?"

Viscount Margani clenched his fists tightly, and then slowly spread them out, with a flattering smile on his face: "Please give me another chance." ”

Faced with reality, he finally chose to bow his head.

Of course, bowing your head is only temporary.

When he breaks through the line of defense in front of him, and when the demon army enters the human kingdom, he wants to vent all the anger in his heart.

When he has made meritorious deeds, when his title has been promoted, he will pay back all the shame he has suffered today.

Thinking of this, Viscount Margani became more humble, and his expression was like that of a slave begging for forgiveness from his master.

The Abyss Motivators belong to the Batzu group, commonly known as the Devil, and they know the hearts of other creatures the most, how can they not see each other's thoughts.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but sneer: "Okay, I'll give you a chance to make up for your mistakes and tell me how to break through this line of defense." ”

The wisdom of the higher demons is extraordinary, and the Batzu clan is the best among them, but it is a pity that they use their wisdom to play tricks, and they have no involvement in commanding battles.

When Viscount Margani heard the other party ask, he couldn't help but think of the great opportunity he had just missed, and in addition to anger, he couldn't help but feel a little sad in his heart.

If nothing else, the great credit for defeating the combined forces of humans and natives will be given to each other in vain.

Thinking of this, he was vicious, although he had already had a more perfect battle plan, but he didn't intend to say it, he wanted to make the other party pay a heavy price, at least not to get too much honor.

Viscount Margani took a deep breath and said calmly: "The method is very simple, just like just now, press the main force and launch a continuous attack on the defensive line, which will definitely be conquered within ten hours. ”

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