The elven blade throwing chariot is completely a sharp weapon in battle formation, just imagine that a few shots of the enemy's cavalry when they charge, it is enough to scatter the souls of 10,000 heavy cavalry.

If you shoot at the enemy's position a few times before you charge into battle, it will be unimaginable.

However, to Renard's regret, the combat environment is extremely restrictive for the Elven Blade Truck.

This kind of thing is only suitable for plain warfare, and if it is used in mountains or woodlands, there is very little room to play.

Fortunately, he knew that he was content and did not feel depressed by it.

After exchanging the required items, the moon had risen directly above his head, and when he looked at the time, two hours had passed in the blink of an eye.

He boured up and distributed all the items he had exchanged.

After an unknown time, the dense sound of artillery woke him from his sleep.

Reynard only felt dizzy, apparently caused by too little sleep, and he took out his pocket watch to look at the time, and the hands pointed to half past two in the morning.

Look at the time again, two o'clock in the morning.

Raynard felt exhausted, dragged himself back to the tent and fell asleep.

Especially Lei Ye, a guy who advocates eight hours of sleep, has never tasted the pain of lack of sleep.

He barely drank two bottles of restorative potions, picked up his weapon and walked out of the tent.

He couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth: "!"

Epic-level martial artists have excellent physique, even if they only sleep for four hours a day, they can ensure that they are full of energy, but who can stand being woken up after just half an hour of sleep?

Renard waved his hand and said helplessly: "You make such a big noise, unless you are deaf, who will sleep." ”

As he spoke, he looked down the mountain and asked, "How's it going?"

At this time, the commanders of all the troops were all on the front line to command the battle, and Duke Edmund and other high-ranking officials were also supervising the battle in the place with the best vision.

Tracy saw his figure and stepped forward to care, "Why don't you rest a little longer?"

As everyone knows, Viscount Margani had the same idea at this time, he looked at the six-armed snake demon commander beside him and asked, "How many cannon fodder troops have we lost since the beginning of the war?"

The six-armed snake demon Figaro hurriedly replied: "Return to Your Excellency Commander!

Tracy explained, "Ten minutes ago, the Demon Order's cannon fodder troops launched an attack, and the offensive was not too fierce, and it seemed that they wanted to use exhausting tactics to drag us down. ”

Renard frowned and looked at it for a long time, and finally said helplessly: "I'm afraid that the person who commands the battle on the other side is not a fuel-efficient lamp." ”

Don't say that it is 360,000 cannon fodder demons, that is, the death of 3.6 million cannon fodder demons, it is not a big deal in the eyes of high-level demons.

Think about it, as a human being, would you care about the death or life of rats in the sewer?

Thirty hundred and sixty thousand? Viscount Margani nodded, and his expression did not change in the slightest, as if he had heard thirty-six.

Demons are a selfish and evil race that never cares about the lives of others, let alone cannon fodder.

The corners of Viscount Margani's mouth suddenly hooked up a strange smile, and he said softly: "It seems that we have tens of thousands less mouths to eat, and at the same time we have a lot more rations. ”

Hearing this, the surrounding demon commanders shivered.

These cannon fodder demons are not even as good as rats in the eyes of the higher demons, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are ants.

About two quarters of an hour passed, and the sound of the cannon gradually stopped, and the silence of Qiming Mountain returned again.

Although the demons are naturally brutal, they are not willing to deal with such a chief, otherwise they don't know when they will lose their lives for no reason.

Viscount Margani didn't know what his subordinates thought, and even if he did, he would only feel proud, after all, it was a matter of pride to make his subordinates fear among demons.

The complexity of his temper, the cruelty of his character, and the cunning of his mind were stronger than all the demons they had ever seen.

He not only regarded his enemies as grass mustards, but also regarded his own people as dogs.

"I'll be back tomorrow at noon to organize the final assault on humanity. ”

"Oh, yes, the number of cannon fodder should not be too much, and the number should not be too small, just 20,000 at a time. ”

He stretched, yawned and said, "I'm tired and want to rest for a while." ”

"You arrange some cannon fodder to harass you every half hour, and don't let humanity get any respite. ”

It's four o'clock in the morning, and it's eight hours until noon tomorrow.

That is to say, sixteen more attacks will be launched next, and a total of 320,000 cannon fodder demons will be dispatched.

He said it very lightly, and expressed the feeling of seeing life as a mustard vividly.

Attack every half hour, sending out 20,000 cannon fodder demons each time until noon tomorrow.

"Let's not forget that we don't have much food at all, and these cannon fodder will be rations for the survivors. ”

Hearing this, the intolerance in the eyes of the demons quickly turned into a thirst for blood.

The demon commanders looked unbearable, but there was a faint excitement in their hearts.

Seeing this, Viscount Margani chuckled indifferently: "What kind of expression do you have, have you stayed in the human world for a long time and learned useless sympathy?"

There are tens of millions of demons gathered around Mount Amboa, and the food has basically been eaten, and if they want to live, they must eat their weaker kind.

What is weakness? Isn't it cannon fodder demons!

While demons can survive for a long time by sucking the dark element, they don't need to eat.

If they don't eat for a long time, they will also starve to death.

His words completely aroused the latent beastliness in the demons' bodies, and they all snorted and gasped, shouting about stepping on Qiming Mountain and something like that.

Looking at the excited appearance of these demon commanders, if it weren't for the fact that Viscount Margani didn't give the order to attack, they would have killed Qiming Mountain.

These guys are not just shields in the eyes of the High Demons, they are also rations.

Viscount Margani was very satisfied with the change in the expressions of his subordinates, and smiled again: "Tomorrow at noon, there will be 700,000 rations to fill our stomachs, and we have tens of thousands of humans to eat. ”

Thinking like this, Figaro, the six-armed snake demon, suddenly felt a sinister gaze lock on him.

He shuddered, and then cautiously looked in the direction from which his gaze came.

Only a few demon commanders remained calm, and Figaro, the six-armed snake demon, was one of them.

There was a faint hint of disdain in his cold vertical pupils, and he said secretly: How can it be so easy to capture Qiming Mountain, I don't know how many of you will become rations.

Sure enough, Viscount Margani was looking at him with a smile on his face, and that playful expression was enough to make all the lower demons feel terrified.

Figaro, the six-armed snake demon, pulled the corners of his mouth with difficulty, showed a very ugly smile, and then raised his hands and cheered as the other demons followed.

Viscount Margani stared at him for a long time, and finally without saying anything, he turned and left.