Of course, all this was just Yang Fan's estimate, after all, he had never seen a high-level demonic beast.

The high-level Warcraft in this world refers to the Warcraft of the 7th to 9th Order, and the higher the level, the more powerful it is. Judging from the combat power of the two sixth-order demonic beasts, Xiao Cheng and Dire Crocodile, Yang Fan roughly estimated his strength, at most, he could deal with a seventh-order demonic beast, as for the higher-level demonic beasts, he didn't think about it at all.

Looking at the recruitment buildings of those high-level troops that require rare resources to build, Yang Fan sighed, turned off the mutation system, took off his coat, lay on the soft white tiger skin, and closed his eyes slightly.

After a long journey of half a day, he was already a little tired, and he had been worrying about various things, and he fell asleep in a moment after being physically and mentally exhausted.

The dark clouds in the sky had not yet dispersed, and the rain continued to fall like a bean, and occasionally a dazzling flash of lightning streaked across the sky with a dull rumbling sound.

In the dimly lit whispering forest, the peasants waved their machetes in the pouring rain, and from time to time there was a creaking sound of trees falling to the ground.

As more and more trees were cut down, the leaves that had been able to shelter everyone from the heavy rain had already fallen to the ground.

In the cleared clearing, several infantry protecting the peasants turned their backs to the peasants, their eyes were closely watched, and the raindrops soaked into the armor from their perforated chain mail helmets, drenching their whole bodies, but these tall and strong soldiers were unaware and still held on to their posts.

Time passed slowly, the sky was getting darker and darker, and Yang Fan, who was sleeping, slowly opened his eyes in a shaking, and in the haze, he saw a middle-aged man in a mage robe standing in front of him, shouting in his mouth: "Master"

Wiping his eyes, Yang Fan sat up from the bed, stretched his waist, and only then did he see who the person in front of him was.

"Get, what's wrong?"

"Master, the peasants have cleaned up here, should we set up tents in a different place? Gatet said.

Although the farmers have skills in cutting down trees and can control the direction in which the trees fall, the place where Yang Fan set up his tent is not far from the shore of the lake, and if the farmers alarm the crocodiles in the lake when they cut down the trees, it will be a little too late to evacuate when they run up.

Looking at the empty tent, the people who were originally resting had already gone out, and only himself and Gatt and Xiao Cheng who didn't know when he sneaked to the bed were left in the entire tent, Yang Fan couldn't help asking, "What time is it now?"

"It's almost evening. Gatet replied.

Yang Fan nodded, patted Xiao Cheng, who put his head on his thigh, and said, "Let's go! With that, he got up and walked out of the tent.

Xiao Cheng on the bed saw Yang Fan leaving, opened his mouth and hissed, and followed him out of the tent with Get.

Since the door of the tent is facing the direction of the lake, after walking out of the tent, the first thing that catches Yang Fan's eyes is the misty lake, and the rising mist is like a light white veil, changing with the wind, looking from a distance like the legendary Yao Pond.

Under the influence of the fog, the forest camp, which could still see a black shadow, had already disappeared into it at this time. Even the group of dinosaur crocodiles that everyone saw earlier on the lake could only faintly see a black shadow at this time.

Looking up at the sky, the originally gloomy and depressing dark clouds have gradually turned into light gray, and the pouring rain has also turned into a thick spring drizzle.

Perhaps the reason for the clouds has faded, but the light in the forest is brighter in the evening than at noon, especially after the farmers have cut down the surrounding trees.

Turning his head to look at the masterpieces that the farmers had worked hard for a whole afternoon, Yang Fan nodded with satisfaction.

I saw that behind the tent, which was originally full of trees, it had now turned into an open space the size of a camp, and the open space was full of stumps tens of centimeters high, and there was nothing else.

The body size of the dire crocodile is very large, and its height is about one and a half meters when lying on the ground, so Yang Fan had already instructed the farmers before they started to work that after cutting down the trees, all the stumps left behind should not exceed half a meter, otherwise it is very likely to block the arrows fired by the ballista.

And in order to make it easier for the farmers to quickly escape back after cutting down the trees close to the lake, Yang Fan also instructed them to pull out all the weeds in the clearing, so as not to fall because they can't see the road clearly, so at this time, in addition to the bare tree stumps, there is only refurbished soil.

Putting the tent into the ring, Yang Fan led Getter to the other end of the clearing, and the peasants who had been waiting outside for a long time surrounded them with machetes in their hands, ready to cut down the last dozen trees around the tent, while Ed and Keith led the infantry and archers, following behind Yang Fan.

Walking to the other end of the clearing, Yang Fan released all five ballista carts in the ring, and the two-meter-wide ballista were side by side, leaving a two-meter-wide distance between each ballista so that the ballista could adjust its direction.

Looking at the arrow with the cold light rising and Chengren's wrist, Yang Fan couldn't help but be a little excited. He had always wanted to see the power of these war machines, but unfortunately he had never had the opportunity to use them due to the environmental impact, and this time if it weren't for Gate's proposal and the efforts of the farmers, he probably wouldn't have had a chance to use them.

But after being excited, Yang Fan suddenly frowned.

The last time he was in the mines, he also bought six ballistae, but he didn't choose to equip them on his body, so the mutation system defaulted to placing the ballista on top of the city walls, and for this purpose, each ballista also came with three skilled ballista riders.

However, this time the situation was a little different, and he chose to bring it directly with him when he bought it, so the system did not include the crossbow driver.

Without a crossbow rider, who is going to make these things? For a while, Yang Fan lowered his head and frowned deeply.

"Master, what is the matter? The peasants are ready, just waiting for your orders. Seeing his worried look, Gater asked curiously.

Yang Fan sighed in frustration and said, "Gat, we seem to have forgotten something. These ballistae need a dedicated crossbow rider to work on them, and now we don't even have a crossbow driver, what should we do?"

"Master, don't worry, I've thought about this for a long time. Crossbow riders are rare mainly because they have to have both a strong physique and the sharpness of an archer. After all, they need to do such a heavy thing, and they can't do it without a strong and powerful body, so we just need to meet these two conditions. ”

Gatt smiled and turned his gaze to Ed and said, "Master, you see that these infantry in our team, everyone has a huge force, it is not difficult to pull the bow and arrow of the ballista, and the person in charge of shooting is all borne by the archer, so won't the problem of the crossbow rider be solved." ”;