The winding road is crowded with horses and vehicles, standing still.

Coachmen stood on the side of the road and chatted with each other about the ongoing fighting. The road was blocked by a replica four-wheeled carriage, and the team had to stop and wait.

Coldwind City's four-wheeled carriages have metal axles, which are sturdy and durable. Banshee Castle doesn't have the ability to forge and can only use hardwood axles. This could have been used, but it couldn't stand someone taking cheap pine instead of tough catalpa.

When lightly loaded, the pine wood with a coat of varnish also looks good. But after a long drive, the axle was crushed alive by the cargo loaded on the car.

If it's ordinary cargo, just push the wagon to the side of the road and keep the convoy going. But the vehicle was loaded with the luxury tent of the Friedman City Lord, and no one dared to push it to the side of the road, and it had to be sent to the front line as soon as possible.

The junior officer was whipping the carpenter on the back, blaming him for not catching the problem sooner. The people around looked at them indifferently, and no one stepped forward to persuade them. Only the craftsmen were screaming and begging for mercy.

In the end, the only way to unload the grain from another cart was to carry the lord's tent away. Unloaded grain and wagons with broken axles were pushed to the side of the road. The whipped craftsman knelt in the mud, endured the pain of blood on his back, and repaired the vehicle.

By the time the convoy moved slowly again, an hour had passed.

Inisha rode past the place on her warhorse, glanced at the numb craftsman, and moved forward without saying a word. Behind her were thousands of exiles from the Duchy of Os, ready to attack the fortress of the fog to the north.

Only the old knight Nasser was left with Her Royal Highness the Princess. The other exiles crowded around Viscount Tarlac, as if they had a new lord in their arms, and they were beaming.

Greyhawk Castle, Spire City, Night Stalk, Starfall City, Long Night City, ...... the nobles of the Northlands are here. They took their servants and vassals, rode and drove, and swarmed here.

The total number of people in the northbound team exceeded 10,000, and the road capacity was limited, so they could only run horses and vehicles. The infantrymen walked slowly through the fields beside the road, maneuvering on their own legs.

This is indeed an all-or-nothing battle, and if it is not successful, it can only perish.

Among the marching columns, there was a team that was extremely special. It consists of a thousand ugly cowards, with a hundred or so demon officers.

Cowardice is the lowest level of demons, with loose white skin, a large belly, and a small head. They are always noisy and scurrying back and forth, timid and cowardly.

This inferior demon is slow, stupid, and not very good at fighting, and will run away at the slightest fright. But they are hugely numerous, and they cover the entire Abyss Plain at every turn in the bloody battle of the Abyss.

The cowardly demon also mixed Flo and the Berserker as officers. It was precisely the existence of these mid-level demons that could maintain the advance of the demon army, otherwise a thousand cowardly demons would have run away long ago.

For the appearance of the demon army, the nobles of the northern land were greatly shocked. This is irrefutable blasphemy, and no god will tolerate it.

But there was also no such nobleman who was willing to die voluntarily in the ensuing battle. It is better to have these low-level demons to act as cannon fodder than to die in battle.

The nobles were silent as if the evil call did not exist. The wizards of the Northland did not speak, and everyone pressed their lips and tacitly agreed not to mention it in their prayers.

Friedman had no way out, he openly appeared at the same time as the six-armed snake demon who turned into a human woman, and he did not hide his sudden surge in strength, and he enjoyed the fear and respect of outsiders.

A force of more than 10,000 men spent two days closing in on the foggy fortress in an attempt to encircle it. The nobles have enough troops this time, and they intend to surround Victor. Hugo then trapped him alive by his numerical superiority.

Zhou Qingfeng would not let his opponent get close to him so easily, and he was ordered by Adrian to lay traps on the road of just fifty kilometers. The simplest 'Freedom Crossbows' are laid everywhere, and even more improved 'Freedom Mines' can be found everywhere.

The exiles of the Duchy of Oss ran through the roads, followed by the main forces of the nobility. The team often felt a shock to the ground as they walked, and two or three seconds later they heard an explosion, saw columns of smoke rising into the air, and one or two corpses that had been blown into the sky.

I don't know if it was the unlucky ghost who got it.

The detonation method of 'mines' has also evolved, and there are not only multiple triggers of the Trick Mine, but also various types such as timed triggers and weight triggers.

As the team travels, the ground suddenly explodes. Or it's okay for a person to step on it, but the load-carrying carriage blows up when it presses up. There are even summoned necromancers who rush directly into the queue with a bundle of explosives to play self-detonation.

Tossing and turning repeatedly, the loss is not large, but the morale has a great impact. Friedman could only grit his teeth and drive the team to move forward quickly. Just get rid of Hugo.

At the same time, inside the foggy fortress, baskets of dirt were being excavated and transported out of the ground. Zhou Qingfeng stood at the entrance of the passage and asked the kobold who presided over the excavation: "Can you accurately dig into the enemy's camp?" ”

The kobold engineer shook his head, "I'm sorry, my lord, but the enemy camp is more than a thousand meters away from us, which is too far. Even if it can be positioned, the amount of work is too large. It's just beyond our means. ”

Zhou Qingfeng sighed, "So have the traps around the fortress been dug up?" ”

The kobold patted his chest and promised, "All the fortifications within 300 meters have been dug up, and those destroyed by the enemy will also be repaired." Unless the enemy comes from heaven, they will surely fall into a trap and lose most of them. ”

There was also a dwarf next to the kobold, the war hammer was on the ground, and he said with his hands in full swing: "Following the orders of His Excellency the Lord, ten dwarf hundred-man teams have been recruited, and they are all the best warriors among the mountain dwarves, much stronger than those orcs who are fighting in chaos.

The nobles of the Northlands have bullied us for too long, and we have long wanted to clean them up. Now those despicable fellows summon armies of demons, it's absolute blasphemy. We dwarves will never forgive such an evil act. ”

Speaking of this, the dwarf also patted the steel armor on his chest and exclaimed, "It must be admitted that the forging skills of humans are no worse than those of dwarves. The equipment issued by the lord is very good, and we will not be afraid of those noble cowards. ”

The kobold shrank behind Zhou Qingfeng's thigh and muttered, "What was issued to you is the magic armor, and the skills of Your Excellency the Lord are obviously better than you dwarves." ”

"Guy, you know a fart." The dwarf glared at the kobold, "Our forging skills are the best. ”

The kobold didn't dare to fight back, so he could only continue to hide behind and mutter, "You're not a dwarf yourself." He said to Zhou Qingfeng again: "Your Excellency, don't worry. Your kindness is enough to touch all the intelligent races of the Northlands.

Those damned nobles are strong, but there are many more forces willing to side with you. At least all of us kobolds are loyal to you. ”

"We do, too. Lord Hugo, you are indeed a good man, unlike those nobles. The dwarf agreed, "At least we're willing for now." If we could give more ale, we could have been willing to do it for a little longer. ”