"Ballista ready, take those guys down for me. You can't let them mess around. The shouts did not continue to be heard in the 'fortress' built by the carriages. Flying turns the war from two dimensions to three dimensions, while also making the warriors on the ground gnash their teeth as they look at the enemy in the air.

Although the metal ballistas produced by Karada have enough range to pose a threat to the goblin bombardiers who are flying in the air. But it is not easy to shoot the three or two little ones in the wide sky.

A guard not far from Barrett and the others muttered to himself in frustration: "Do you use a ballista to shoot those bombardiers flying in the sky?" If I didn't have special ammunition, I don't think it's much. ”

Not long ago, in order to fulfill his promise, Barrett and the guard named Nannett drank in the tavern. Judging from the contact at that time, the other party should be an optimistic young man.

Nannett once said that he would not stay in the caravan for long, and that this was his springboard, a training ground to hone his own growth. And his goal is to become a professional soldier in Boreham after his strength has reached the requirements - under the centuries-old Songun policy, almost all the young people of the Norhan Kingdom regard becoming a professional soldier as their first dream.

From here, it can be seen that he is a young man who is full of hope for the future, has dreams, plans and is willing to take action for it. But the qiē in front of him seems to overturn Barrett's previous judgment.

It's a bit like the low tide of a young man when he encounters a setback...... and the sight in front of him made Barrett's heart sink and his face immediately turned bad. He put away the compound longbow in his hand, hurriedly retreated to the other party's side and asked, "I remember that the Boreham Collar should be able to produce its own 'Red Dragon's Breath' by now!" That kind of alchemy crossbow is definitely able to roast the guy flying in the sky into a turkey. ”

Nannett seemed to grasp a life-saving straw, and the whole person became excited: "Yes! Red Dragon's Breath! We still have this, and with it we will be saved. ”

"Boys, please allow me to interrupt you. Do you think it's possible to equip a caravan like us with such precious alchemical ammunition as the Red Dragon's Breath? With this voice, Commander Yvonne Edmonds appeared in front of Barrett and the others with his greatsword on his shoulder.

"Mr. Yvonne Edmonds, aren't you supposed to be directing the battle, why do you still have time to come to my line?" Barrett can really be said to be gritting his teeth for the leader in front of him! He had just gotten someone's morale back a little, but he was immediately destroyed by the one in front of him.

The Red Dragon's Breath is a powerful alchemy bolt that pierces, channels, explodes, burns, and more. Of course, it is also staggeringly expensive, obviously a one-time consumable, but the price is far higher than that of ordinary enchanted weapons.

To put it bluntly, the Red Dragon's Breath is the tomahawk ** of this world, and it is simply impossible for an armed caravan to carry it. Even if the Earl of Boreham allows it, but the territory that the caravan is about to pass through! So Barrett's just saying the name 'Red Dragon's Breath' can be regarded as pure foolishness. However, people will never give up any hope of survival when they are drowning. Barrett had just used a crude method to quench his thirst.

"Do you think we won't be able to deal with some turkeys flying in the sky without the Red Dragon's Breath?" Mr. Yvonne Edmonds smiled and turned his head and shouted, "Where's the Argnac! Where are you, Aniac? Hurry up and deal with those guys in the sky. ”

"Edmonds, you brute, do you think casting spells is as simple as wielding your sword?" The voice came from a man under the protection of two shield guards. He replied and continued to chant the incantation, casting a spell with a copper clasp in his free hand.

In his other hand was a spell book that shone with a strong aura of spells. At first glance, it was a book wrapped in unrecognizable leather, and it even had a faint foul smell like the smell of burnt meat. Only in the center of the cover is a glittering rune shaped like a flaming ball of fire.

After seeing the mage, everyone's hanging hearts finally let go of some of them, at least the goblin bombardiers flying in the sky were not helpless. And the two guards with shields obviously didn't want the arrows flying around the battlefield to affect the mage's spell casting.

With a flick of his hand, the ignited brass buckle was lifted in the air, turning with his thoughts. The brass clasp faded away with a piercing crackle - and at last only a flame of spontaneous combustion remained.

The moment the sound of the incantation stopped, a blue-white fireball no bigger than a ping-pong ball shot straight into the sky. Although it may seem like a silent and slow flight, it actually crosses a distance of hundreds of feet in the blink of an eye.

A loud "boom" came from the air, and a pale blue rose bloomed proudly in the gray sky. Then, within the range of the rose, two goblin bombardiers who had literally become 'bombing chickens' fell.

While the goblin bombardiers often have fire-resistant specialties like 'Fire Tamer' and 'Burning Heart', the vulture beneath them doesn't. After losing their mounts, goblins who don't have any decent flying ability themselves will naturally become victims.

"Hell, there's one more?" Yvonne Edmonds yelled.

Mage Aniac retorted with a pained expression, "What can I do if they are so separated. This is the only fireball spell I have today, and the side effects of Wave of Trauma will have to give me a break before I can continue casting. ”

Waves of Wounds are preset rituals that come with Master Aniac's spellbook. It has a chance once a day to allow the Mage to swing spells to the limit, but doing so will also hurt the Mage himself. To put it bluntly, it is to exchange self-harm for the effect of spell extreme magic.

Just as the two were arguing, a group of black-haired guys appeared. They wielded barbed maces to smash a gap in the caravan's defensive line. The small milky white eyes that appeared in front of everyone seemed to sparkle with excitement from the foreseeable bloody massacre that followed.

"Damn! It's actually a bear goblin. Yvonne Edmonds let out a roar and grabbed the greatsword that had just fallen. In the blink of an eye, his figure was a little larger, with earthworm-like green tendons appearing on his thick arms and forehead, and his skin was red from excessive congestion - the leader of the caravan guard directly activated his berserk ability. The situation in front of him no longer allowed him to spare his hand.

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Sue everyone to say the tragedy, the monitor of the author's computer is broken today. This chapter was coded in an Internet café. There are some deficiencies in the number of words, so I bought a new monitor tomorrow and made up for it.

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