There weren't many living things to be seen on the barren plain.
A demonized rat stood on the slope, looking into the distance. It seemed to have sensed something, and its body trembled, and it quickly burrowed into the ground.
A team was coming from a distance.
Soon, the opponents revealed their appearance. Some orcs with cat ears and tails. These people, who had been hiding in the corners, hoping that no one could find them, were now walking on the land in a swagger.
"Bang!"
With a loud bang, a demon hunting spider hiding in the shadows was hit, drew an arc, and fell directly to the ground.
A female cat man gasped, calmed herself down, and quickly touched the gun in her hand, with no hiding of love and excitement in her eyes.
firearms.
This is a weapon that the Abyss does not have.
Compared to cutting the enemy's body with a knife, the emergence of guns greatly reduced the danger of the tribesmen in close combat. One hundred and fifty people, each wearing the insect armor that had been delivered, with blades on their bodies and a hot weapon full of bullets in their hands.
Fighting all the way.
Confidence is so simple. Fulla still feels like she is dreaming. As early as after demonstrating the effect of the gun, the tribesmen showed their eager expressions.
After a brief rest, a team of 150 people set out on the road of revenge.
Confidence comes from weapons.
The emergence of guns has given the tribe members an unprecedented sense of security.
Fulla walked aside, and without her even having to take any action, her people began to move from tiptoeing to taking the initiative to attack.
A witcher spider lay dead on the ground.
Fulla glanced at the corpses on the ground and didn't find anything valuable, so she quickly continued on her way forward.
After walking for a distance.
Obvious footprints began to appear on the ground, indicating that there were more creatures moving around nearby. Fulla suddenly stopped and waved her hand, signaling people to follow her.
The view is ahead.
Under the dim sky, a campsite appeared before her eyes.
Kobold camp.
Kobolds like to wear red and orange clothes, have rat-like tails, and their language sounds like a barking puppy, which makes them often regarded as clowns. It would be a fatal mistake not to take them seriously, because Kobolds make up for their shortcomings in size and strength with brutality and stubbornness.
Don't be fooled by their small size and weak individual strength. In fact, they are very dangerous creatures.
The average kobold uses melee attacks. Like lizards, kobolds lay eggs, and are 3 feet (nearly one meter) tall when they grow up. They have scaly skin that ranges from dark rust to light black, and smell like wet dog or stagnant water. Their eyes are like two bright red fires, and they have infrared vision of 60 feet, which is affected by bright sunlight. The two small horns on the top of their heads can be any color from white to tan. Kobolds speak their own language, and 75% can speak Orcish and Goblin.
They often use numbers or simple tactics to gain advantage in battle. Kobolds particularly hate gnomes, and will attack any gnome they see, but will think twice before attacking humans, elves, and dwarves, and will only attack when they are outnumbered by at least one. They throw javelins and spears at their enemies, and will not approach until they are sure that the opponent is weakened. Kobolds also hate spellcasters, and will target them whenever they get the chance.
This short race also enjoys setting traps filled with spikes, crossbows, or other mechanical traps. They often have observation windows and killing rooms near the traps, so they can pour oil, shoot weapons, or drop poisonous insects on the trapped creatures.
Kobold warbands are armed with maces, axes, javelins, daggers, and spears, and their shields are rarely made of metal, mostly of wood or wicker. Their leaders and guards use better weapons.
It can be said that dog-headed people have no psychological burden, let alone the so-called uprightness. For them, as long as they can kill the enemy, any method is acceptable.
This is a kobold camp with a population of between 600 and 700. Their personnel are similar to those of the cat people, but they have often encountered suppression from the other side in the past.
Why
Gnolls are a very complex group of people. They are servile in front of the strong, but brutal and cruel to the weak. There is no doubt that cats are just soft persimmons in their eyes.
Perhaps it has something to do with genes. Even a kobold who is only a few years old has followed his parents to fight at a very early age. For them, killing is as easy as drinking water.
There are three ogre camps nearby, and this one is undoubtedly the weakest one. Fulla's goal is to train the soldiers and get familiar with them. Starting from a weaker stronghold will greatly increase the chances of success.
There's nothing to hesitate about.
Fulla narrowed her eyes, pointed the gun at a kobold standing guard, and slowly pressed her index finger down until she heard a noise.
"Bang!"
The kobolds screamed, alarming the nearby guards. Some long calls were made in the camp, apparently in an attempt to take precautions.
"Woo woo..."
Faced with Fulla's sudden attack, the gnolls' first reaction was not to surround the enemy, but to roar and summon their companions.
After all, the death of his peoplesman just now was too bizarre. There was no arrow in his face, but it looked like he was hit by a stone, and half of his face was blown off.
Several gnolls stood on the tower, as if looking for the enemy's hiding place, and several pairs of eyes kept looking into the grass.
Fulla raised her hand, aimed the gun barrel at the reinforcements, and pulled the trigger in the same way. This time, the opponent's head exploded directly.
Panic is boiling.
Without knowing it, two of their companions died in this way, which made the gnolls angry and they vowed to kill these hateful villains.
"Crunch..."
The door opened, and a group of murderous dog-headed men came out. Upon careful counting, there were at least hundreds of them.
These ogres are the elite of the camp. Once they are captured, half of this stronghold will be controlled.
“Finally it showed up.”
Fulla looked at everything in front of her. Perhaps because she had been with Chen Feng for some time, a sneer unconsciously appeared on the corner of her mouth.
"Let's get started."
Following an order, the cat people took out their guns and aimed at the enemy. Some even unbuttoned their clothes, revealing several high-explosive grenades hanging on their chests, which looked a bit dazzling.
It won’t be long before these gnolls understand what true despair is!
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