The striker was frustrated, and the face of Farrell, who was in charge, was clouded. Although the losses are not much, they have a great impact on morale.

Master Vesta stepped back and gave a rough account of the battle, "Victor. Hugo even armed the kobolds. The lower creatures rode the constructed spiders and ran as fast as they could in the trenches.

They were armed with some kind of long-range magic weapon, which was extremely powerful, equivalent to about fifty powerful magic archers. Neither the shields nor the heavy armor of the swords and shields could protect against their adamantite ammo. ”

"Adamantite ammo?" Farrell also felt tricky. The magic archer is a very annoying class on the battlefield, can shoot from a distance and break demons, and has excellent mobility, which is simply a natural enemy of wizards.

Adamantite gold is even more expensive to death, and a grain of rice is worth thousands of gold coins, which can bankrupt an ordinary wizard apprentice. Generally, only elves have the talent and financial resources to engage in this profession.

Equipping kobolds as magic archers, and using Adamantite as disposable ammunition, is truly unique - just those few waves of ammunition can cost 100,000 gold coins.

"General." Before Farrell could come up with a countermeasure, the shouts of the front-line soldiers interrupted his musings, "Those kobolds are out again. ”

A few hundred meters away, fifty kobolds rode mechanical spiders out of the ravines in front of the fortress and were circling along the undulating ground.

The battlefield was originally a village and farmland south of Misty Town. Woodlands, low hills, ponds, and surface shelter are particularly numerous. Kobolds run so fast on the mechanical spiders that ordinary obstacles can't stop them.

Zhou Qingfeng's weight of 100 kilograms, he riding a mechanical spider is like a bear straddle a children's bicycle, resulting in a high center of gravity, too much load, and many problems.

Kobolds weigh only about twenty kilograms, which is almost the smallest and lightest intelligent creatures, and they are a perfect match for mechanical spiders.

Finding that these 'magic archers' were circling back towards him, everyone in the noble ranks felt a chill in their hearts. Because the ground in that direction is not suitable for forming a queue for combat, no one below Farrell has considered focusing on prevention.

"Retreat."

Farrell was also a quick decision. After realizing that the opponent was not easy to deal with, he immediately thought of ensuring that he would not lose, "Your Excellency Harding, take your people to protect the left flank, and don't let those dog-headed mongrels get close to us." ”

Young Harding. Horton was immediately startled, "What can I use to resist those dog-headed bastards' adamantite ammo?" ”

"A stone wall will do." Farrell commanded with a tiger face, "Don't be reluctant to scroll. War is attrition. As long as you can win, the Buch family will compensate you. If you can't win, it's useless for you to keep it. ”

The stone walls do have the thickness to block the finest ammo of the flintlock pistol, but these scrolls are expensive. Harding hopes that the precious supplies in his hands can be used in important moments, but not in important moments to retreat.

But at this moment, the wizards led by Vesta played a role. They summoned a group of cannon fodder gangs Harding. Horton's busyness. For example, hundreds of skeletons, dozens of shadow wolves, and a dozen flying gargoyles.

The addition of the gargoyle finally convinced Harding that this monster that could attack from the air was just right to restrain the unprotected kobolds. No matter how fast the latter runs on the ground, it is not as easy as flying in the sky.

Sure enough, the appearance of the gargoyle made the kobold go around. Three consecutive explosions of 'Drill Monkey' sounded on the dense fog fortress, so the kobold who had just attacked retreated.

But after all, running on the ground is not as fast as flying, more than a dozen gargoyles quickly attacked hundreds of meters, and a dive launched an attack on the kobold on the ground.

Fifty kobolds quickly shrank into a ball and raised their long flintlock pistols to shoot into the air. It was an unexpected battle, and the dense gunfire exploded, and two or three of the gargoyles that rushed down were immediately shot and shattered.

But the gargoyle is a kind of construct, fearless and fearless. They continue to charge down, grabbing the riding kobold with their claws and lifting it up.

To sit still, kobolds and mechanical spiders are connected by leashes. But the gargoyle can catch both together with a little effort. Their tactic is to take their opponent into the air and drop them to their death.

Kobolds are indeed too weak to resist in the face of such air raids.

Seven or eight kobolds were caught, including the leader of this team. His head had already been scratched by gargoyles, and one was blinded, but he immediately pulled out a dagger from his body and cut the belt connected to the mechanical spider.

"Don't come to my rescue, bring the gear back." Losing contact with the mechanical spider, the kobold leader was easily caught in the air. He shouted, "Don't be afraid of death for the sake of the race." ”

The leader cut off the leash, and the other kobolds who were caught did the same. They knew that their lives were not important, but the equipment assigned to them by their lords was more important.

Other races are inconvenient for operating mechanical spiders. As long as there is equipment, the kobold cavalry will definitely be there. As long as it is still useful to the lord, the kobold race can continue.

On the wall of the dense fog fortress, Zhou Qingfeng watched this scene indifferently. He was deaf and clear, and could hear the kobold's last desperate cry in the wind.

The gargoyle grabbed seven or eight kobolds and flew dozens of meters into the air, then smashed them to pieces. Or two gargoyles working together to grab a kobold and tear it in half in the air, leaving blood and entrails to fall.

The kobold cavalry did not have time to grieve, and they quickly ran back to the ravines on the periphery of the fortress. At the same time, more than a dozen kobolds ran out and quickly fled in the mechanical spiders dropped by their companions.

Fifty mechanical spiders and matching guns were saved, and only eight kobolds were killed.

On the wall of the fortress, a dwarf grabbed an axe and shouted, "These kobolds died so bravely, we should go out and save them." I will never look down on them again. ”

Zhou Qingfeng has always had an indifferent face, and Adrian, who was standing next to him, said indifferently: "War is that there will be death, and this cannot be avoided." Kobolds...... there will be bereavements. ”

Behind the shouting dwarves was a group of dwarves, all of whom were holding on to the battlements of the fortress to watch the kobolds who had fallen to their deaths, angry.

Zhou Qingfeng took a deep breath, and the wings of light suddenly appeared behind him, and instantly fluttered their wings and flew into the sky. With his wings fluttering, he rushed like a bullet at the gargoyles wreaking havoc just outside the city.

Seven little goblins sat on top of Zhou Qingfeng's head and shoulders, and they waved their thin staffs and shouted: "Master, speed up, rush forward." ”

Zhou Qingfeng was like an afterimage across the sky, even bringing a sonic boom. The 'Evil Breaker' heavy sword pulled out a light blade more than a meter long in his hand, and with a swing, it split a gargoyle in half.

The other gargoyles immediately turned around and pounced on them with a chirp. Without waiting for the monster to approach, Zhou Qingfeng walked through with his sword and burst into the air, "Order: Restraint." ”

There seemed to be chains in the atmosphere, trapping the gargoyle flying with supernatural abilities and unable to move, as if frozen in frame. Followed by Zhou Qingfeng flashing back and forth in mid-air, constantly changing positions in the chanting of the little goblin.

Every time he changed his position, Zhou Qingfeng approached a gargoyle. 'Breaking the Evil' swings, shattering it in an instant. Flashing a dozen times in a row, the gargoyles bound in the sky turned into a dozen piles of frozen rubble.

Waiting for the arcane to fail, the rubble fell from the sky with a clatter, smashing to the ground.

The whole attack is crisp and clean.

There was a warm jubilation in the direction of the fortress of the dense fog, especially the dwarves who had just shouted and slapped the battlements, and their palms were red. The aristocratic side who was fighting outside the city was collectively dumbfounded, but they didn't expect that the opposite side was an irritable old brother, and he would end up in person if he didn't agree with him.

Only Zhou Qingfeng flew back to the wall and whispered with a cold face: "My command is wrong, and I will take responsibility." ”