The dark night of the Crimson Land walked with steady steps, and in its shadow, the crimson sky lost its brilliance little by little, until it was all swallowed up by darkness.

By five o'clock in the afternoon, the sky had no light, and the whole crimson land was plunged into inky darkness.

The voices of the various night owl beasts in the woods suddenly increased, and there were a few strange laughs faintly, which were the gnolls hidden in them.

In this kind of night that was fused with the breath of endless darkness, the Iron and Steel Tree Camp full of divine power showed a layer of misty silver light, looking at it from a distance, like a bright moon appearing on the ground.

In the woods, Zahu looked at the light with utter disgust, and a strange 'ahhhh

It seemed to him that in the darkness of the night, all light should be extinguished, but now the silver light in front of him was contrary to the norm, which greatly destroyed the perfection of the night, which was simply polluting his eyes.

The gnoll scout returned, bringing news of the camp in the distance: "Chief, their camp is full of thorns, and the thorns are covered with evil forces, and there are only a few paths to get in and out. ”

"Cunning ugly ghosts, they must have dug a hole in the path and set a trap!" Zahu snorted coldly.

The scout shook his head and said, "Chief, I don't think there should be any traps, I see that those hairless ugly monsters themselves often enter and exit the camp from the path. ”

"Hmm~ That's it. Then they must have set up many secret posts in the thorn bushes on both sides of the road! "Although the gnolls have a bit of a problem with their brains, as a leader, he has extremely rich combat experience, such as when he sees thorn bushes and paths, he immediately suspects traps, otherwise the gnolls will not be the most powerful force in this area.

But alas. The trap laid by Rollin subtly confuses the gnolls' eyeliner and, in turn, the gnoll leader.

The art of the battlefield is nothing new, it is nothing more than fiction and reality, just to see who can deceive whom. If the deception is successful, it will win, and those who will be deceived will pay a heavy price.

"LinkedIn. That's how it should be. The scout agreed, and although he didn't find anything unusual in the thorn bushes, it must have been because it was too far away, and the leader said yes, then there must be.

Zahu touched his big nose, thought for a moment, and then sneered: "But it's nothing. The camp is only 300 meters away. There are so many of us, we rushed through it in one rush! ”

This time, they came out of the nest. The number of gnolls who could fight in the whole lair was brought out, and the number was one hundred and forty-three, and the number of opponents he had ascertained was less than a hundred.

It wasn't the first time Zahu had dealt with these hairless ugly monsters, he knew that these guys were not only ugly and weak, but also had little wildness on them, and a gnoll warrior could use at least two warriors.

So now this situation. Zahu thinks that he will win, and there is only one thing to consider. It's how to reduce the amount of your own losses.

After a little consideration, Zahu decided to use the most savage strength of the jackals, collectively went berserk, showed all the jackals' bodies, and then rushed into the opponent's camp and slaughtered them.

The jackal's body is not as flexible as the human body, but in terms of combat strength. The jackal's body is several times that of a human body, and at the same time, the fur on his body is heavy, and his defense is amazing, even if the other party is ambushed in the thorn bush, it is nothing, and his loss will never be great.

What's more. The speed of the jackal is also very fast, three hundred meters in a straight line, the human body may need to run for ten seconds to cross, but the jackal's body only needs five seconds at most, which is twice as fast.

The only flaw is the use of madness, and it takes some time to transform the body of a jackal, but now that they are in the dark and their opponents are in the light, it is not a big problem at all.

Having decided on the tactics, Zahu immediately passed the order down.

The leader's order was passed down, and the jackals who were originally holding stone axes in their hands and preparing to rush into the camp in front of them to fight, immediately lay on the ground, the dark aura on their bodies surging rapidly, the red light in their eyes became extremely piercing, and a roar like a strange laugh came from their throats.

After about a minute of this movement, more than 140 strong jackals with a height of one meter and a half at the shoulders, a length of nearly two meters, and a weight of nearly three hundred kilograms appeared in the woods.

The jackal leader Zahu transformed into the tallest and strongest wolf, almost twice the size of the other gnolls, with black hair all over his body, and the blood in his eyes jumped like flames, which was extremely terrifying.

He let out a low roar and turned his head to look at the warrior behind him, grinning wide, looking very proud.

That's not enough!

Zahu took out the wild essence given to him by the messenger of Kaus, pinched it with his claws, and threw it at the jackals, and a dark red cloud of smoke immediately exploded, enveloping the entire jackals.

In an instant, a terrible roar changed its tone from among the jackals, and wherever the smoke cloud spread, the jackals' stature grew stronger, the hair on their bodies became thicker and thicker, their fangs and claws sharpened, and the red light in their eyes became viscous blood.

When this cloud of smoke finally spread to Zahu's body, Zahu's body also changed dramatically, his body swelled to more than five meters high, more than seven meters long, and his claws were covered with a layer of bloody blood, a whole wild beast.

"Roar~~~" His voice also changed, from the previous strange laughter to a breathtaking thunder.

With a roar, the leader of the gnolls jumped out of the woods and pounced on the iron-steel tree camp not far away

Iron and Steel Tree Camp.

When the gnolls made all kinds of noises in the mountains and forests, the warriors all heard it, but it was too dark outside the camp to see anything clearly, so no one dared to venture out.

The warriors stayed in their positions and waited for the gnolls to attack.

The opponent did not disappoint them, and less than half an hour after nightfall, they rushed out of the darkness and attacked.

The scout, who was climbing high on the iron and steel tree, roared like crazy: "It's wolves! Giant wolf pack! They've all used madness! ”

It was bad news, but it didn't come as a surprise to Rollin.

He has imagined all possible situations, and has made corresponding tactical deductions, what will happen, and how to deal with it, he knows it in his heart.

"Activate the Mire Technique!" He waved his hand at the five priests beside him. The expression is calm and calm.

The quagmire is a magic technique that has been prepared for a long time, all arranged in the path between the thorn bushes, and one of its functions is to hold back the opponent's footsteps. All the priest has to do now is activate the quagmire one by one.

The five-member clergyman's group led by Quintu began to activate the spell, and bursts of light flew out, and the road surface between the thorns suddenly came to life. In an instant, it was mud.

These layers of mud are more than a meter thick, and they are all sticky and slippery silt that you can't pull out when you step on it.

The wolves were running so fast that they were running almost as soon as the road had finished transforming.

Because of the speed, when they find that there is a problem with the road surface, they can't stop at all.

The first jackal stepped into the mud, and the jackal's paws are very small, and they are particularly prone to falling into the mud. It was very easy to step into this shitty thing, with almost no resistance, but it was difficult to pull it out of the mud, and the layers of silt seemed to have a huge attraction, tightly wrapped around the wolf's legs and not relaxed.

The jackal's speed immediately became turtle's, and it had to exert all its strength to pull its legs out of the mud and step forward. As a result, I fell into it again.

Taking into account the size and number of gnolls. Rollin left five paths in and out of the thorn bushes, about five meters wide.

The gnolls were also very cooperative, and when they saw so many roads, they automatically diverted their attacks, and as a result, they encountered this quagmire, and four or five jackals fell into each road. At once, more than 20 jackals fell into the mud and could not extricate themselves.

This is only the first batch, and the second batch of jackals can't stop their feet, although they have more reaction time than the jackals in front of them, and they leap one more step forward, but this step is only seven or eight meters away. However, the road covered by the mud is more than 100 meters long.

As a result, more than twenty more jackals were trapped in the mud, and after a while, all the jackals in the third, fourth, and fifth batches were trapped, and they became miserable people who were moving forward in the mud.

The reason is very simple, these gnolls have used the madness technique, and they have also used the essence of wildness, and their speed, strength, and wildness are all extreme, and they will not be afraid, they will not be in pain, and they will fight until they die.

But the biggest flaw is that these guys have no brains, they will only rush forward, they will not take a detour, they will not retreat, and as a result, a quagmire will make all the gnolls hit, even the leader Zahu is no exception.

Zahu's advantage over other jackals is that he jumps farther than other jackals, jumping more than forty meters at once, but still helplessly landing in the mud.

His sheer size helped him a bit, allowing him to move through the mud much faster than the other jackals, but at his speed, it would take at least ten seconds to break free of the mud.

During this time, it happens to be the best attack distance for fighters.

"Herris!" Rollin shouted the name of Herris, who had become the leader of the archers.

Heres understood, and from a distance of hundreds of meters, he raised his bow and used a projectile: "All the team!" Shoot! ”

This was the most crucial battle, and the archers had no regard for the consumption of bows and arrows, and they took out all their stocks and threw them at the jackals regardless of the loss.

"Whoosh!" The arrows of the Holy Light shimmered with a charming silver light in the night, like small lanterns, and flew in a wonderful arc towards the jackals who were struggling in the mud.

"Puff, puff, puff", the brilliance of the holy power continued to burst out, and the irrepressible screams of the 'roar, roar, roar, roar' jackals came and went.

The Madness Spell and the Wild Essence did make them forget the pain, but when the Holy Light Arrow shot into their bodies, it dispelled the dark aura around them and purified their flesh like flames, but the pain caused by this was direct to their souls, and they instinctively let out screams of pain.

"Shoot!" Herris yelled again, 'Peng', another rain of arrows!

These legendary archers rained down on arrows every second, ten in full waves, and at least 70 jackals fell from the mud. The remaining seventy or so jackals were almost all wounded, and few were intact.

Stimulated by death, the gnoll struggled like crazy to get out of the muddy section, and the leader of the jackals, Zahu, roared even more wildly, he was the first to break out of the silt, jumped onto the ground, and then strained his legs, ready to rush forward.

And it turned out to be a problem!

When his legs kicked the ground and tried to jump, the seemingly solid ground couldn't support his body. A big hole was opened.

After the silt is the trap, use the silt to slow down the opponent and gather them into a pile so that they can step on the trap together and maximize the power of the trap.

Originally, this trap could only be triggered by at least seven or eight jackals, but the strength of the gnoll leader was too strong. And he jumped up with hatred, and as a result, he stepped on the covering layer on the trap in one fell swoop.

The "boom" trap shattered, and a large pit ten meters long and ten meters deep appeared on the ground, and the leader of the jackals had no place to borrow under his feet, and he could not fly, so he could only fall into it helplessly.

Underneath the trap is holy water.

"Roar, ah, ah", a large number of tragic voices came out.

At first, the gnoll Zahu roared wildly. But as the holy water purified the dark aura on his body, the effect of the wild essence was dispelled, and immediately after, the madness technique also failed, and a whole large pool of holy water, in which the rich holy power began to purify the power in his body after dispelling his blessings and various dark spells.

This is in the oil pot!

Zahu roared, screamed, and struggled, and the pond splashed wildly from inside the trap. There is also the dense 'clack' sound of claws clutching at the trap wall.

No one could see what was going on inside the trap, but the sound alone was enough to send chills through the heart. Many of the warriors couldn't help but clench their weapons tightly, and their hearts fluttered at the terrible movement.

It's so miserable.

The leader of the gnolls was only the first to suffer, and when the jackals behind him also broke out of the mud, they immediately followed in his footsteps.

Five paths, five traps, and at least forty jackals fell. The jackal that fell down just didn't crawl out.

This was expected by Rollin, imagining a person falling into a hot oil pot surrounded by high walls, and if he could climb out, it would be hell.

At last. There were less than 30 jackals left that rushed into the interior of the Iron Tree camp.

"Block them!" Grunson waved his one-handed sword, raised the shield in his hand, and rushed forward with the shield warrior.

There were less than 30 jackals, and the leader of the jackals was dead, so the warriors had no psychological pressure at all.

It is true that the wild gnoll is very strong, but Gorenson's strength is not weak either, he is now a legendary peak warrior at level 49, and his physical strength has reached the point of 2250, which is not weaker than the jackal on the other side, and even faintly surpasses.

"Aim and shoot!" Herris immediately changed his order, and the archers began to improve their shooting accuracy, they had to do so, there were not many arrows, on average, each archer could only get less than five, and even if they were recovered from the jackals later, it was estimated that there would be no more than ten arrows per person.

Of course, this is enough.

The number of wolves still alive is so small that it is simply impossible for them to face the aimed fire of archers, the suppression of the divine power of the Iron Steel Tree camp, and the defensive formation of a group of experienced and well-coordinated shield warriors.

In fact, the 30 jackals who broke through the siege faced a slaughter.

The battle lasted only five minutes, and after five minutes, the last jackal was killed on the spot by Gorenson.

From the beginning to the end, Rollin didn't take matters into his own hands, he just discussed with the warriors to develop a defensive strategy, and then when the battle took place, he and the priest stayed outside the camp's divine core to suppress the overall situation.

In fact, in this defensive battle, if the gnolls had not gone berserk and lost their minds and knew how to be flexible and retreat, they would not have been able to achieve such huge results, let alone destroy all the gnolls, but these guys turned out to be all crazy, and they were the kind that would not die or retreat.

This tactic is the most rigid way of playing, and when you meet an unprepared opponent, it is naturally the best way to play, and you can directly destroy the opponent into powder, but these jackals ran into Rollin. Luo Lin's various strategies are soft spider silk, which is wound layer by layer, and it is hard to wrap the hundred refining steel into soft-legged shrimps, and wipe out this group of extremely fierce gnolls.

What is even more tragic is that more than 140 gnolls died in such a miserable way that they did not even harm the ugly hairless monsters in their eyes.

Then, Rollin began to reap the fruits of the battle. (To be continued......)