There was a noise in the cold wind of the night, and the strong, sour smell of goblins.

Fifteen Black Warriors opened the way and ran a long distance. Behind them was a team of goblins that dragged for a mile. Hundreds of goblins, under the command of the bear goblin officers, dragged their way forward.

Zur. As the head of the tribe and the noble chief shaman, Grayskin is doing the work of supervising the team at the moment. It rode a wolf and guarded it with more than a dozen wolf riders, supervising the march of the procession - if it didn't, hundreds of goblins could have been dragged for miles.

The cold winds blowing from the Icefield Mountains have been heading southward, and the direction of the wind has remained unchanged for decades.

The old shaman held the skull staff in his hand, and there was a faint uneasiness in his heart. It is a shaman and a priest of the god of tyranny, and praying every night often gives vague hints of the future from the gods.

This kind of prompt is often an inexplicable picture, or a vague figure. Before tonight's action, Zur. Greyhide divination with goblin sorcery and Bane for guidance, all of which resulted in victory.

But at this moment, the old goblin's ears were ringing with a whisper of auditory hallucinations, and the dead souls roaming the Black Forest tonight were particularly restless. They were hissing, snooping, colliding with each other in a crowded manner, surging from all directions, making cries that a living person could not hear.

The old goblin couldn't hear the sounds, but it could sense the dead spirits of resentment and despair. The latter swam around it, as if waiting for a feast – the fear and panic of the dying being their favorite food.

"What does this portend?" The old goblin pondered, "I'm about to win a great victory, and the dead souls are waiting to devour the souls of their enemies, or is it some kind of danger?" ”

The closer you get to the Tyrant Village, the more formless and insubstantial Dead Souls there are. They are extremely fragile and unconscious, the evolution of weak souls who have nowhere to return. Whenever a tragic death or injury is imminent, they are the most sensitive and swarm.

Not waiting for Zur. Grayskin's reflection came to a conclusion, and the goblin team in front of him suddenly stopped. The noisy shouts caused by the push and shoving grew louder and louder, attracting the attention of the old goblin shaman, "What's going on up ahead?" Why don't those idiots leave? ”

The ranks of goblins became crowded and slowed down. But the team was separated by a mile before and after, and Zur. No matter how big Grayskin's ability is, he can't figure out what's going on in front of him?

A wolfrider whipped the goblin spearman blocking the road to the side of the road, and went to the front to ask what was going on. After tossing for a long time, it came back and reported, "Respect Your Excellency Grayskin, several big trees suddenly fell on the road ahead, blocking the road. ”

The roads in the Black Forest are not easy to walk, not to mention the sudden fall of a few trees blocking the road, and sometimes even the road will disappear inexplicably. In order to climb over the big trees blocking the road, the goblins in front of them will slow down and cause the road to be congested.

But how did the Black Samurai run over before?

Zur. Grayskin immediately shouted sharply, "Fool, let the team disperse, don't huddle together." ”

The old shaman's voice only had a terrifying effect, and it was blown far away by the cold wind. The goblins who heard its command were even more panicked, crowding and bumping into each other, for fear of provoking a life-threatening green ray.

But at this moment, on a dirt slope next to the road. Nar, in the form of a giant bear, stood tall and let out a deafening roar in the night. With a loud noise, she grabbed a small barrel of oil from her feet and threw it at the goblins crowded on the road.

Nalben is a stout big guy, and after becoming a giant bear, he is directly more than two and a half meters tall. Her strength was doubled as a result, and she became extremely huge, throwing more than ten kilograms of barrels of fire oil thirty or forty meters away.

The round barrels draw a parabola in the air. As it was about to fall after passing the high point, Luke the Ranger spread his recurve bow on the dirt slope and fired an arrow, quickly catching up with the thrown barrel and blasting it out.

The barrel cracked, and the oil inside was thrown like a goddess scattering flowers, enveloping a large area.

Zhou Qingfeng was still having a headache about how to maximize the incineration effect of the fire oil, but he didn't expect that the adventurers around him had quite mature and efficient skills. When he saw that the fire oil in the night sky was blown away by the cold wind, he couldn't help but applaud loudly, stroked his palms and laughed.

In the Black Forest, people with good archery skills can be found everywhere, which is considered a basic life skill. After Luke shot the barrel of fire, he quickly drew the arrow again.

This time it was an arrow wrapped in a rotten cloth head, soaked in fire oil, lightly rubbed with a flint and ignited, and swooped at the piece of fire oil that was slowly being sprinkled.

With a bang, there was a sudden light in the darkness, and dazzling flames erupted on the entire forest road. The flames fluttered in the wind and spread rapidly, covering the road and woodland, scaring the goblin teams with their heads on the ground.

It only stood for a moment, and all that fell was a drop of burning oil. After they hit the ground, they are like appendages, which are difficult to get rid of - they can't be extinguished, they can't be extinguished, they can't be extinguished, and the high temperature of burning brings great pain, and they won't stop until they are burned clean.

Under the firelight, you can see goblins scurrying like ants, and even the strong bear goblins are screaming and screaming from the fire, running in all directions, completely unstoppable.

On the hillside, Nar, who had turned into a giant bear, threw out one barrel after another of kerosene. In order to cover as many goblins as possible, she even constantly changes the location. She was followed by several accompanying adventurers to help her carry the oil drums.

Although the road was temporarily blocked with big trees to make the goblin team as dense as possible, there was still a queue of two or three hundred meters from far and near. Nal ran out, and Luke and the others, who shot arrows and set the fire on fire, followed closely.

The local elves wept and wailed in the flames, and the morale of the dozen or so people in ambush was greatly boosted. The enemy's casualties are their greatest merit and the greatest incentive.

The arson tactics would continue for a while, and soon only Zhou Qingfeng, Inisha, and a few knights from Lieyang Village were left on the dirt slope of the ambush.

The female knight brought the horse, turned over and said with a smile: "This method of arson is usually used when guarding the city wall, and it is much more useful than your idea of laying firewood and grass." ”

Zhou Qingfeng was embarrassed for a while, and he was secretly vigilant against the idea of coming up with an idea for himself - if he really did it in the way of laying firewood and grass and pouring fire oil tonight, this ambush and sneak attack would become a joke. You really can't just mess around with things you don't understand, especially war.

"Let's go, get on the horse. Let's go for a while, it doesn't matter how much we kill, but we need to drive as many goblins into the woods as we can. Those greenskins will have a hard time gathering once they escape, and it will be at least two days before they come back to attack us. ”

From time to time in the dark night, the bright light of the fire oil exploded, and the heroic female knight raised her long sword in the firelight, and sprinted with a few shouts. There were only four or five subordinates behind her, but it was as if she was following thousands of troops and horses, galloping down the dirt slope.

Zhou Qingfeng followed Inisha's side and walked forward together. When the light of the fire illuminated her indifferent face, the gale blew her fluttering cloak, and the horse's hooves beat the ground to accompany her cries, and in an instant the golden iron horse was like a wolf and a tiger.