If I had a few cannons, I could kill them in no time. Zhou Qingfeng stood at the head of the wall of the dense fog fortress and looked at the entire battlefield.

The aristocratic 10,000 people are a kilometer away, which is a long distance in the era of cold weapons, but too close in the era of hot weapons. After the other party launched an attack, the demon's thousand forces were out of order, dragging and dragging out a queue hundreds of meters long.

The Berserker Demon in front of him and the backbone Flo Demon have already entered the trenches under the fortress, and the dwarven 'defenders' are killing fiercely. The cowardly army behind them was still grinding halfway, watching the battle without moving for half a day.

Cowardice is inherently slow, and that's it. But the cowardly demon followed a team of hundreds of people before leaving the camp gate, which is outrageous. As for the camp, there seem to be several more teams of several thousand people being assembled.

Zhou Qingfeng shook his head when he saw it, in exchange for him to have such a large number of troops, it would be better for the whole team to plan the route, so that the troops of different speeds could attack together as much as possible.

But now the enemy has started fighting in front, and the back has not yet left the camp, so it is clear that it is an oil-filling tactic of queuing up to deliver food. The defending side can rely on the slow and logical rotation of the fortifications to gradually eat the opponent's living force.

Such a stiff style of play can only show that the opponent's command ability is really not high, which makes Zhou Qingfeng sigh that he is restricted by 'midnight' and cannot use artillery. If there is a cannon, teach those nobles to appreciate the difference in firepower in minutes.

And now the tall berserker strode into the trench, wielding a heavy tomahawk to slash at the dwarven defenders in the trench. This terrifying demon is extremely powerful, more than ten times more powerful than ordinary dwarves.

Every time the Berserker Demon slashed his axe, it was like a gale, and the sudden smashing was even louder. The besieging dwarves were often unable to bear it, and their shield-raising arms were broken, and even the armor of the men was smashed into the soil of the trenches.

In terms of strength, only Arcie can compare with Zhou Qingfeng's side. He's a lot worse himself.

The Berserk Demon is fierce, and the power of the Flo Demon is not small, and there are many of them. Although there were only more than 20 heads, they forcibly beat the three 'defenders' hundred-man team back again and again.

Often, two or three 'defenders' would go up with their shields on their shoulders and fall down in one blow.

The demons that come out of the cruel abyss have a combat power that is difficult for mortals to match, and they can completely sweep one side alone. They can also cast certain types of spells at will, making them very difficult to deal with.

Seeing that the war seemed to be in their favor, the cowards who were watching from behind swarmed up again, trying to take advantage of the wind and fight. But the platoon guns that had just disappeared rang out again, thumping through the night sky.

Soldier against soldier, general against general.

The large number of cowardice is still dealt with by the flintlock gunner, so that the opponent does not enter the battlefield to stir up the situation. But it's not good to rely solely on dwarven 'defenders' for a formidable battle like the Berserker.

Zhou Qingfeng stood beside the dwarven elders, and he asked if the other party wanted help. The dwarven elder shouted stiffly, "No, the children are playing well." Our shields and armor are also good, we can definitely win. ”

"If the price paid is too great, the war will not be easy to carry out." Zhou Qingfeng called the maid Lorraine, gave him a bag of gems, and ordered: "Go and help those dwarves." ”

"I'm going?" Lorraine's round eyes widened, and he couldn't believe that he was asked to fight off the invincible Abyss Demon, "Your Excellency, I can't cast spells. ”

"You're going to smash the gems." Zhou Qingfeng waved his hand, "Go quickly, the dwarves are waiting for you." I know you're the best at smashing gems. ”

Looking at the majestic and ferocious war demons on the battlefield, Lorraine felt that his legs were weak and he was about to cry.

But the lord ordered, and she could only apply the 'Feather Falling Technique' and 'Acceleration Technique' to herself, and drank a bottle of 'Cat's Elegance' by the way to improve her agility.

The dwarven elder couldn't get over it, so he pulled a dozen personal guards, went from the secret passages in the city to the outside of the city, and followed Lorraine to prepare to intervene in the battle.

The two berserkers screamed incessantly, striking the dwarven 'defenders' in the trenches like whack-a-mole. They are so tall that they have to bend down and hunch their backs to hit.

The dwarves rushed forward with their shields on their backs, and were knocked down at the slightest blow, and were soon dragged away by their companions along the trenches. The most they could do was slam the Berserker's knee, but they couldn't do much damage with the disparity in power.

Not long after the battle, the three 'defenders' hundred-man team had already lost more than half. Not many were killed in the battle, but many bones and tendons were broken. At this moment, Lorraine ran over in a rambling manner, and crushed a handful of magic gems in his hand at a distance of about ten meters.

What Zhou Qingfeng gave was 'group therapy'.

A group of wounded dwarves were being dragged away by their companions, passing by Lorraine. The effect of the magic worked immediately, on the dwarves who groaned in grief. The divine magic transformed by the Altar of Faith has an excellent effect, instantly restoring the wounded.

Many dwarves felt that they were fierce dragons, and if they had divine help, they shouted that they would fight the demons for hundreds of rounds. In fact, because the gap in level and strength is too big, no dwarf can withstand the berserker demon move.

But the dwarves were not stupid, and with the elders in command, they quickly surrounded Lorraine and escorted the delicate maid to the front. The dwarven 'defenders' besieging the demons retreated to make room for the battlefield.

The two-headed berserker who was caught in the fight was already a little unconscious. As soon as the dwarves retreated, they immediately pursued Flo with them, and ran to Lorraine with a random teleportation.

Berserker has a foul stench of its own, which is disgusting. Many dwarves fought with them, and before the battle began, they were smoked with weak hands and feet. Lorraine smelled the stench, and then saw the ugly demon suddenly approach, and without hesitation, he crushed the handful of gems given by the lord.

More than a dozen 'group healing techniques' were released in one go.

The healing power restored the dwarves to their best, but had the exact opposite effect on the demons—the two berserkers approached at the same time, wielding their tomahawks and slashing at them. But at the same time, they let out a terrible roar.

The healing effect is stronger than that of ordinary holy water. White smoke rose from the tenacious skin of the Berserker's steel-armored skin, and their chaotic consciousness melted away like ice and snow under the scorching sun.

Flomo in the back saw that the situation was not right, and hurriedly cast a teleportation technique to avoid it. But a succession of 'dimensional anchors' are thrown out of the darkness, and wizards led by the chief of prophecy, Old Bank, are also ordered to come to their aid.

Unable to teleport at will, the demons can only stay where they are and resist desperately. In order to survive, the Flodemons have come up with a trick to form a circle hand in hand, preparing to dance the 'Dance of Destruction' to unite the power of evil.

But Lorraine had already quickly crushed all the magic gems given by Zhou Qingfeng, and one healing technique after another fell on the demons, greatly weakening their combat power.

Evil energy absorption can deprive the positive energy level, and healing magic is the most terrible harm to demons.

The dwarves could clearly feel that the powerful demons were degrading, weakening. They again stepped forward and surrounded each other, striking each other the knees.

The two berserkers continued to wield their battle axes, sending the dwarves flying as they rushed up. But the dwarves were so demoralized that even the dwarven elders came forward with their hammers and shouted:

"Let me thrash it too, just a moment. It's okay to be knocked off and injured, it's good to brag when you drink in the future. ”