Three hundred robbers, lined up in a neat formation, let out a firm shout, and advanced towards the high slopes of the red clay. The formation was firm and roared, muffling out all the sounds around it.

Ze robe screamed under the shield of the hippopotamus man, and he didn't hear it!

The mastiff let out a war-burning howl, but he didn't hear it!

This team has only one goal, to advance to the red clay slopes!

How many backbones are there in the Cloud Valley? Five, or thousand? Those who listen to Hunn's shouting every day know the exact number, not much, from left to right, exactly fifty. Fifty bandits who volunteered to be trained by the army, the backbone of the Cloudy Valley, carried out the original order from the very beginning of the battle: to break through the non-existent walls of the Red Clay Slopes!

These fifty men, on the battlefield, without commanders, only received orders from the trumpet, attacked, or retreated!

Under the influence of the mainstay, the bandits gathered and followed. It forms an anticlimactic array, which looks chaotic, but gives people a feeling that it cannot be broken through.

The Godot Wasteland is full of jackals, likes to hunt goblins with short legs, and is the sworn enemy of goblins. Goblins will not give up their chance for revenge, and when hunting wolves, goblins will leave their meat behind on their way to escape. Most jackals will continue to chase their prey, and a few will stop to enjoy the food in their mouths, eventually succumbing to goblin hunters. But when the number of jackals is so large that even Goron will retreat by three points.

The surging cloud bandits are a group of jackals, and any meat that falls into the team will be quickly divided, while the members next to them are still unaffected and rush forward.

This feeling of meat buns beating dogs will bring an illusion, as if this group of jackals cannot be contained, and any flesh and blood entering it will have no return.

As the golden pheasant swept through the air, the flag of Shandora was raised high.

The flag woven by the serrated wattle fibers is like a dark cloud that absorbs water, hanging low and low. The log flagpole is just like a pillar of optimus, raising the flag high, and the scarlet spider, on the black flag, appears and disappears from time to time, like a dragon soaring in the clouds, with scales and claws.

This is the symbol of Beamon's territory, the Scarlet Spider!

The fat man actually relied on his own strength to dance the curtain weighing thousands of pounds. Like a cloud, a strange wind rolled up, eroding the brave heart of the cloud bandits, and no robber would have expected that there was such a monster hidden in the territory of Bimeng.

The robbers did not refuse to engage the monsters, and the spies had already discovered that this fat man was the leader of Beamon's territory.

Ouyang carried a big flagpole and swept thousands of troops, the flagpole roared like the wind, the banner hunted like thunder, invincible, the flesh and blood were deformed under the logs, and the blood splashed made the flag more vivid.

This is not a force that can be resisted, and all the robbers dispersed, only to twist into a fighting spirit and immediately fall apart. The robbers were furious and swung their weapons, intending to slash their enemies under their swords and gain the first advantage. However, the flagpole swept eastward, and the flag spread westward, blocking out all attacks, and no one was able to get close.

The horn sounded, the bandits' formation quickly changed, and the countermeasures had already begun. Although Lord Shandora is as brave as a rampaging Mushan Beast, no one can get close to it, but as Barry said: Humans have a way to deal with high-level demonic beasts.

Several people in the team put down their crossbows, took out a barrel-shaped weapon, and an egg-like ball, skillfully stuffed it into the barrel, and raised it to aim at Ouyang.

Ouyang was shocked. He quickly pushed the flagpole and swept towards the men.

Truly. After the development of the crossbow, humanity thought about restoring the goblin artillery. In ancient times, the dwarf Gulli fire gun, goblin steam artillery, and dwarf gear repeater were known as the crystallization of the three major technologies of Lothima in the anti-demon war, but unfortunately they all disappeared in the long river of history.

After the loss of goblin gunpowder, its prestige is still rich in legends and has always been desired by mankind. Attempts have been made to reverse goblin gunpowder with volcanic ash, but the burning of sulfur is not as powerful as it is legendary. The losers attribute the power of volcanic eruptions to the energy brought by a large amount of boiling magma, which cannot be imitated by humans. By combining the principles of crossbows, trebuchets, and syrup, someone created a miniature cannon similar to the courier's gun. It's just a far cry from the power of legends. Only a dozen meters of range. And the egg-sized cannon has no power at all.

It was not until the advent of the "slug beast" that this syrup cannon came into play.

It is this "slug beast" that is aiming at the Lord of Shandora!

After the sound of the firing sound, the eggshell of the wax seal fell to the ground and shattered, and a puff of gray and yellow smoke suddenly filled the air, spreading with the wind.

The forage residue discharged after the digestion of the six stomachs of Mushan Beast, plus the dry powder of the mocking pepper, the dry powder of the silt monster corpse, and the sulfur powder screened by the volcanic ash, grind out the original pulp with the same process as making tofu, and then twist it into powder after drying, mix it with a certain amount of yeast, stuff it into rotten eggs, and then wrap it in salt and dry it for three years to get a more terrible spoiled egg, and finally add phosphorus powder and seal it. This is the "Slug Beast"!

When the eggshell cracks, the phosphor powder burns when it comes into contact with the air, and the wax shell becomes the best accelerant, causing the strange material to emit thick smoke. It is the "snot beast" that even whales cry about, and this is the "snot beast" that even snails cry!

Ouyang waved the flag desperately, but he still couldn't resist the invasion of the stench, choked a few big mouthfuls, and tears and snot couldn't stop flowing.

Being teased like this, Ouyang was forced to enter a state of madness, holding the flagpole, and the person turned into a spinning top. A tornado is formed, and the flag is a tumbling wave, drowning the enemy.

Ouyang didn't expect that his side was already full of strange tricks, and it was not as insidious as humans at all. Fortunately, it was he who charged alone, forcing humans to use this tear gas first. Otherwise, if you smash it in the mastiff team, you won't let anyone harvest it?

The robbers did not dare to approach the fat man like a stone mill, but kept feeding them with arrows in the distance.

Unlike Ouyang's conjecture, crossbows were not widely circulated in the human realm. In various countries, crossbows are military-controlled weapons, and if they are not recorded in the military control office, any display will be confiscated, and the owner will even have to accept punishment. In other words, in the human realm, it is illegal to possess a private crossbow!

In the Godot Wasteland, the sky is high and the emperor is far away, and the robbers have only managed to get some more through some means, and there are only a hundred. Half of them were on the cavalry, and they were buried in several pits. Among the several teams that were divided, there were five in each, and with the change of the battlefield, one fell into the hands of Beamon, plus some that were swept away by the fat lord, and now there are only twenty that are really facing the lord of Beamon.

Ouyang had a shield on his back, and the flagpole was dancing in front of him, defending more than a snail, and he didn't even have a crack to "see the seams"!

In the wave of shaking of the flag, the arrows nailed to it fell staggered and returned to the human bandit camp. Occasionally, one or two arrows fell.

Seeing that things could not be done, the robbers gave up on dealing with Ouyang and turned to the team of the hippopotamus. This fat man is too mighty, instead of wasting combat power and sticking to it, it is better to change his thinking, as long as he mixes into Beamon's team, the big flagpole will not play a role, and when the time comes, the fight between the flesh and the flesh will not be seen under the hands?

So the condensed bandit team split into two parts, and the fifty who insisted on the order continued to stay where they were. Others, with speculative ideas, rushed to the mastiff team that had dispersed!

The wyvern that had appeared before resurfaced on the bandit's head, casting a shadow.

Suddenly it rained in the sky, the sun was still shining in the sky, and the smoke from the "snot-nosed beast" dissipated.

The Ancestral Dragon spat out a rusty red breath, and the robbers didn't dare to laugh, no matter how stupid Beamon was, he wouldn't joke twice with useless things.

With the exhalation, a purple aura descended.

The robbers finally saw their most taboo enemy, and Beamon was a beautiful woman standing on the back of the Ancestral Dragon, dressed in snow-white, fluffy and oily tails.

Now, no matter what the robbers thought or stratagem, their limbs could no longer keep up with their minds. Mixed with the rust breath swaying down, is the "halo of sluggishness". The robbers who rushed towards the mastiffs were mostly shrouded in this area.

Another of the same halos fell, and the robbers who surrounded the Lord of Shandora heard the fat man's shout again, "Mudbloods, do you want to dance the goblin mechanical dance?"

The mechanical dance is a dance that appeared in the "era of big goblins", and the goblins imitate the operation of machines and dance out.

The next moment, the robbers had the good fortune to recreate the dance. The mastiffs and hippopotamus screamed and rushed into the ranks of the humans.

In the distance, in the grass, a group of mastiffs rushed out, each wearing a straw hat on their heads.

There are also fresh leaves and dew on the straw hat.

This group of reservists seems to be too bored to squat in the grass and weave straw hats for recreation.