When the sky retracts its afterglow, night falls.

The cowardly demons who had taken the lead became excited, and they scurried back and forth noisily. They relied on the roars of the Flo and the Berserker as orders to act, and they also began to prepare for the battle - summoning their companions.

Each demon can summon his own clan once a day to assist in the battle, but the success rate of summoning is about 30%. For thousands of cowards, the strength of the army can be increased by three hundred and fifty out of thin air.

This is already considerable.

Cowardice is cowardly, and attacking must rely on numbers. Finding that there are more companions, they run more frantically and are unusually noisy.

Two tall berserkers and two dozen Flo demons commanded them forward, slaughtering them towards the fortress of the mist, expecting to taste the taste of fresh flesh and blood in the main material realm.

Behind the demon army, the Yerk father and son of Long Night City led their own Thorn Knights to follow closely. They also put more than 300 gnolls and orcs under their command as cannon fodder, intending to expand the gap in the battlefield opened by the demons.

Numerous bonfires had been lit in the nobles' camps, and a receiving force of about 3,000 troops was preparing to set off. Regardless of the Yerk family's success, they were responsible for acting as reserves.

The nobles of the Northlands, large and small, all widened their eyes, hoping that their powerful forces would be like hammers striking eggs, with the effect of breaking with one blow and ending this protracted ordeal.

But in the direction of the fortress of dense fog, it was quiet, neither lights nor sounds, as if no one was guarding it. Friedman stood on the watchtower of the military tent, unable to see any movement from a kilometer away, no matter how wide his eyes were.

"Victor. What the hell was Hugo thinking? He didn't see that we were strong and sneaked away, right? ”

Friedman grabbed a monocular bronze telescope and scanned it back and forth, but still didn't see a fart. This made him deeply doubt that there was no one in the fortress opposite.

The nobles also looked from their own heights, wondering why it was so quiet on the other side. If they are on the defensive, they must make the lights brighter and shout through their voices to command.

Can ...... now

Fifty kobolds rode mechanical spiders and maneuvered silently in the trenches in front of the fortress. These weak creatures took off their sunglasses and looked at the darkness as day, without the slightest effect, but instead melted into the darkness.

The magic flintlock pistols mounted on the spider's back were all loaded, just waiting for a salvo to come.

Zhou Qingfeng stood on the dark fortress wall, and the link network shrouded all his subordinates within a radius of 500 meters. After he reached the fifteenth level, the number of links increased from one hundred to one thousand.

This is a huge convenience in terms of command.

The demon army marched slowly, mainly because the demons were too slow.

But the aristocratic wizard was not idle, at least a dozen arcane eyes and demon pets quietly flew over to investigate. There are hundreds of flying summons, and there are all kinds of strange things.

A flying head rushed to the front. It had the appearance of an ugly human head with wings, fangs and teeth, and green flames burning in its eyes. The creature lets out a piercing scream, intent on inducing fear in its prey.

The flying head was followed by more than a dozen demon bats. They vibrate their wings and emit sound waves that are inaudible to the human ear, which can also cause dizziness and discomfort in opponents.

These are all weird tricks, and wizards have tried and tested them many times.

The 100-odd flying class was proposed by Farrell after learning from the experience of the first battle. The ground defenses of the Fog Fortress were considered close to perfect, and only in the air could they take advantage of the gaps.

The swarms that flew in the air were faster than the demon army, ignoring the defense of the trench at a depth of three hundred meters on the ground, and slammed straight into the walls of the fortress, intending to figure out the layout of the city together with the Arcane Eye.

When these flapping wings approached a distance of fifty meters, many slender figures suddenly flashed behind the battlements at the head of the wall. A dozen wild elves quickly pulled their bowstrings and shot a barrage of arrows under the command of Healy.

The hardwood pole is made of aluminium arrowheads, and the eccentric arch body of the recurve is painted with Mithril to store the magic pattern, which is precise and complex. These bows and arrows, made with the combination of modern technology and elven mysteries, are priceless.

If it weren't for the attractiveness of these magic bows, Healy alone might not have been able to gather the remnants of the wild elves hiding in the Black Forest. But when he took the valuable equipment produced by the Cold Wind City Forge Field, nearly a hundred wild elves were included in Zhou Qingfeng's command.

And now......

Each time the bow and arrow are pulled, the corresponding magic pattern on the bow body will light up, and the aluminum arrow will be enchanted with magic damage.

Or armor piercing, or burning, or freezing, or electric shock, or toxin, or acid erosion, for some monsters that are immune to damage, there is always a suitable one for it.

The arrows flew, and the flying head who rushed to the front immediately hit the arrow. It was targeted by Healy's 'Winged' bow, and Adamantite arrows shot through its fang-covered mouth.

The flying head was screaming and was hit by this swift arrow. The electric shock damage attached to 'Spreading Wings' immediately paralyzed its whole body, lost its coordination, and fell from mid-air with a whirl.

The Endless Quiver retrieves the Adamantite Arrows.

The falling flying head was seriously injured and did not die, and was still flapping its wings on the ground. It tried to fly again, but was stomped on by a big foot in iron boots.

The flying head's ugly skull was trampled on like a meatball bursting with sauce, splattering out a puddle of green disgusting brains. The Iron Boots let go and rubbed against the dirt on the ground. The dwarf in the Iron Boots looked up and snorted, waiting for the demon army to attack.

The Hundred Flying Troops mobilized by the noble wizards seemed to have encountered an invisible wall of arrows, and they stopped at a distance of about fifty meters from the Fog Fortress and could no longer get close.

Healy shot a wave with the wild elves, and basically emptied most of the enemy from the future. The rest also realized that something was wrong and hurriedly retreated and fled.

And in the aristocratic camp thousands of kilometers away, many aristocratic wizards who cast spells immediately jumped to their feet and scolded. Some people not only damaged the summoned flying monsters, but also took on valuable magic pets.

Hearing the sorcerers of the same camp scolding, the illusionist Johnson couldn't help but hide in the corner. His croaking owl also closed his mouth, hiding in his master's clothes and not daring to make his head.

Dudu is a cheap mouth, if he is sent out to investigate, he will definitely die. "Master, I think tonight's battle is not good."

"Why?" Johnson asked in a low voice. He was forcibly drafted, and he couldn't hide if he wanted to. Powell, as his brother and brother, is even more unlucky, and has been kicked out for investigation.

"The chaotic nature of demons determines that their battles are a mess, and they don't use their brains to do things. Cowardly demons are also very timid, relying on their numbers to rush a wave, but once they suffer a heavy blow, they will definitely flee and affect their own people.

In addition, the reason why the Berserker Demon is called the Berserker Demon is that the fight does not distinguish between the enemy and me, and it is endless, and it will only stop if the winner is divided. This sounds like the best cannon fodder, but it's actually the worst of the men.

In the bloody battle between the abyss and purgatory, the devil's strength has never reached one-tenth of the demon's, but it has always been able to tie, that is, the demon's chaotic nature will always be bad. ”

Muttered quietly, Johnson thought so. At present, the situation of the nobles looks okay, but the master and servant have discussed a few words, and they are already thinking about how to escape for their lives later.