Powell was stubborn and followed the two wings of the demon army in the dark. He wanted to run, but there were still many nobles staring at him with hardcore doglegs. This clearly uses him as cannon fodder.

The moment the demon army appeared, Powell knew that this battle for the Northland would not end well. Even if the aristocratic side wins in the end, the blasphemy of the Buch family will definitely be liquidated afterwards.

Powell doesn't know which side to hope for at the moment. He just wanted to flee far away so that he wouldn't die. But all he could do was sigh, endure the stench wafting from the demonic side, and be careful not to be killed by the traps laid outside the fortress of the fog.

Traps, traps, traps everywhere.

Five hundred meters away from the fortress of dense fog, the ground is almost impassable. The cowardly demon in front accidentally stepped on the tripping mine, killing three or five of them.

Or the front touches the mechanism, and there is a pit in the back, and a dozen or twenty cowards and even Flo demons fall into it. Demons are immune to damage such as Fire Toxin Acid Erosion, but there are things in the pits that are specifically aimed at them.

For example, the man-eating flower transplanted in the Bloodflow Canyon was irrigated by demonic blood in the early years, and now it is as easy to devour weak cowardly demons as it is.

Another example is a vat of exploding holy water, if Flomo falls into it, it will melt like encountering strong acid, and the cowardly demon will disappear directly.

Encountering strange traps, the ranks of the demon army become more and more chaotic.

But the Berserker only cares about carrying the axe forward, and this kind of monster will not be able to control it if it wants to fight. It also forcibly controls the surrounding low-level demons to follow the battle, and it will not die.

On the scene, mines are constantly being blown up on the way forward. Every time, a group of cowardly demons can be frightened to escape, and every time they are shouted back by the roar of the berserker demons.

These low-level demons will use dark spells, panic spells, and mind control at will. But their chaotic formation really can't play what little strength they have.

At a distance of 500 meters, the trench fortifications ahead were met with heavy gunfire. It was a kobold riding a mechanical spider firing a platoon gun.

Coldwind couldn't mass-produce the high-efficiency, non-toxic magic projectiles used in flintlock pistols, but it had also amassed hundreds of thousands of sperm bullets in a few months.

Arcie made fifty mechanical spiders, and Zhou Qingfeng brought two hundred carefully crafted flintlock pistols. These firearms use custom-loaded Minérgy ammunition, which has a fast rate of fire, high power and high accuracy. Its effective firing range reaches three hundred meters.

If it weren't for the fact that the warhead would be deformed and shattered during the launch and hit, Zhou Qingfeng would also want to enhance it by carving a magic pattern on it. But even so, the warhead coated with a layer of pure gold is already very powerful.

The previous time, Zhou Qingfeng had only used fifty kobold cavalry, and now he had brought out all the flintlock musketeers he had trained. In addition to the kobolds, one hundred and fifty dwarves also carried magic guns to form a multi-tiered salvo of fire.

When the demon attacked five hundred meters away from the fortress, it immediately faced waves of dense bullet rain. In the past, human wizards had pulled stone walls to fend off Adamantite Warheads, but now demons can only fight with their own strong bodies.

The first wave of bullets rained down, and the cowardly demon who acted as cannon fodder on the opposite side fell into bad luck, and when the ears of wheat in the field met a sickle, a layer of brushing was cut off.

The skin of the low-level demon is quite strong, which is equivalent to adding enchantment enhancement to the defense. Ordinary swords are even difficult to cut through, leaving only a white mark.

But now the Adamantite Warhead is opening a bloody opening, creating a strong cavity effect. This goes in a small hole, and out comes a large hole, taking away a lot of broken bones and pieces of flesh.

The demon must die if he suffers such a blow.

It's a long way off, and death comes too suddenly.

The cowards, shouting and shoving, fell silent instead, staring at their comrades who had been killed on the ground. They are all projections of the ontology in the main material realm, and they do not really die after being killed, but the ontology will be severely damaged.

The demons huddled together, their poor minds unable to figure out what kind of attack they were attacking. After all, the attack came from more than two hundred meters away, which was very far away for the legendary powerhouse.

Stunned, the second wave of gunfire rang out, and it was another scythe-like sweep. The rifled Minne ammunition was a huge step forward in thermal weapon firearms. It combines power and accuracy, making skirmisher shooting possible.

Two hundred magic flintlock guns fired in a volley, with a hit rate of about fifty percent within more than two hundred meters. Excluding warheads that hit the same target, a single salvo can knock down fifty cowards.

There was a Flomo who was also hit because of his tall body, and this kind of demon with a vulture head and fine gray feathers was extremely irritable. After being shot, it became ferocious, spread its wings and jumped to the ground, and swooped forward for a distance of more than ten meters.

Flomo, who rushed forward, also performed the 'teleportation technique' by the way, and disappeared again the moment he landed, successfully avoiding the third wave of bullets. It then used its 'teleportation' to charge forward several times, and its figure quickly approached the trench where the kobold was.

Kobolds are most afraid of close combat, their weak bodies can't stop the fangs and claws of demons. When the hearts of the crowd were filled with fear, an old kobold who did not hold a gun stood at the front of the queue and shook the totemic staff in his hand.

"Don't be afraid, death is not terrible." The old kobold completely ignored the approaching Flomo, and he only stood in front of the queue to steady the army's heart, waiting for the enemy to teleport infinitely in front of him......

The totem staff lay flat and shot out a ray of light, "Dimensional Anchor." ”

The demon's teleportation is terminated by the kobold warlock.

"Gather fire!" The officers of the kobold cavalry shouted loudly.

In an instant, fifty magic rifles were aimed at Flo Demon, who was close at hand, and the bald-headed monster only needed to take half a step forward, and the thick sword in his hand could cut off the skull of the old kobold warlock at the front.

But a dense burst of gunfire rang out. Dozens of sperm bullets almost all hit Flomo's head, chest and other vital places. Its strong body could not resist the bullets, and was instantly shattered.

At the same time, the two berserker demons and the more than twenty Flo demons in the demon army all used teleportation spells to quickly rush forward. They stared at blood-red eyes and roared with a gruff voice, bursting with a strong desire to kill.

The old kobold, who had just stood still, immediately turned around and ran. He shouted 'retreat' and moved out of the way, and quickly drilled into the underground passage with the rest of the kobold cavalry. By the time they got out again, they were already on both sides of the trenches.

After firing a fourth wave of ammunition, one hundred and fifty dwarven gunners also slipped through the trenches and headed for other preset positions. Behind the dwarven gunners, three groups of dwarven 'defenders' poured out of the trenches.

These sturdy warriors entered the battlefield in heavy armor, helmets, heavy shields, and war hammers. Behind the slits of their thick helmets there was a calm gaze - it was a great honor for them to be able to fight demons.

This glory can be told to children and grandchildren for a lifetime when drinking and bragging in the future!

A dwarven captain jumped into the trench, raised his hammer and shouted, "Moradin is on top, follow me to kill these ugly bastards from the abyss!" ”