The manic wind hit the earth, and the branches of the woods were blown with crackling noises. The gloomy black forest is like a patient curled up, groaning in pain.
The bear goblins strengthened by the blood sacrifice are moving forward, and one of the bear goblins is standing on the shoulders of a thin man. His turbulent hair and cloak rolled together, and his breath was like this forest, both dark and biting, and unbridled.
Behind the bear goblins is a complete group of goblins, and the whole group marches along the winding forest road.
Seven days ago, the same team was also advancing on this road, strong and aggressive. However, they collapsed on the spot by a sudden sneak attack-flooded with fire and oil, and the goblin soldiers in the team suffered heavy casualties.
The old goblin who commanded that troop could only retreat sadly. After a week, this goblin army was reorganized again, and its strength continued to increase, making it even more fierce.
The bear goblin and the thin man who experienced the blood sacrifice are generally wild. Their armor is shattered but their faces are cruel, their bodies are filthy but they are silent and forbearing, and they are full of brutality while traveling.
Compared with the original bear goblin, the bear goblin that gains power from the blood sacrifice is more vicious. They are scattered in formation, but the imposing momentum is even greater.
More than fifty bear goblins with heavy armors are advancing collectively, and the momentum created in the silence is heart-shattering. From a distance, they are like a torrent, pressing over unstoppably like a wall like a forest. No one wants to face such an enemy head-on.
There was no other sound in the old shaman's ears, only the heavy footsteps and rough breathing of the bear goblins. Everything else seemed to be submerged, only the ground trembled slightly.
In contrast, the hobgoblin troop at the back is not very imposing. Not to mention the goblin soldiers who are always in chaos. Perseverance, silence, patience, unyielding, these words are completely insulated from the green monster. But their numbers cover the field of vision, just like the Kuroshio.
Zhou Qingfeng felt this terrifying pressure.
For this battle, the people of Harmony Village have prepared a lot in the past seven days. There are more than 30 well-equipped cavalry on the left and right wings of the village, and more than a hundred heavy shield adventurers are ready to fight on the fence.
The wall is covered with heavy crossbows, and under the wall are a large number of reserve teams. Standing behind the fortress, Zhou Qingfeng felt that he had tried his best to imagine and did his best.
While in the voodoo swamp, Zhou Qingfeng continued to transport supplies to other worlds. Except for his own rations, everything else is tools such as hoes and shovels. At first he also shipped a complete hoe, but soon only the metal part of the tool arrived.
Later, Zhou Qingfeng realized that the capacity was insufficient. He had to put up with the inferior craftsmanship of the bad cooks, remove the food from the shipping list, and specialize in transporting high-quality metal tools that are difficult to obtain from other worlds.
Before the battle to defend Harmony Village began, Zhou Qingfeng had accumulated more than 20 hoes, more than 50 shovels, and more than 100 small tools with knives. He used these tools to make a large number of baskets, and then dug potholes in the open space outside the village.
Half a meter square and one meter deep pits are everywhere. It's densely packed and countless. With these pits, no one should want to directly hit the wall casually. The cavalry in the village can lay wooden boards to get in and out, and gain a certain degree of mobility.
There is also a sharp wooden gun inserted upside down in the pit. Monsters rarely wear shoes, and even if the bear goblins fall in, the soles of their feet will have to bleed. All the wooden guns are smeared with venom, and I dare not say that the blood seals the throat, but it is absolutely spicy.
But the local elite army appeared in sight, Zhou Qingfeng obviously felt the anxiety of his subordinates-the leading group of bear goblins looked like it was not easy to deal with. They have red eyes, demonized flesh and bones, and are no longer monsters, but demons.
Knight Naser held on to the fortress and looked at the bear goblin brigade more than two hundred meters away. He saw a bear goblin who looked extraordinarily tall, and on his shoulders stood a thin and fluttering man, "That's..., Luke?"
No..., Zhou Qingfeng coldly denied: "Luke is dead, that is a skin occupied by Cyric. The god of murder is now equivalent to the arrival of the saint. But from the perspective of the gods, it We are extremely weak now and not invincible."
While speaking, Zhou Qingfeng drew out a small dagger and lightly cut it on his finger, using his own blood to draw a '2' on the leather armor of the silt monster. Naser asked what this meant? He simply replied: "Make a mark to remind yourself."
This is the meaning of'the second Harmony Village Guarding War'.
Before the fight started for the first time, Zhou Qingfeng was bombed to death by the self-destructive goblin sent by Cyric—it was the one who had come to deliver the war note.
Because he was too awkward to die, he ordered after reading the file and resurrected-when he saw the goblins, he would kill me all, don't talk nonsense, don't listen, just kill, kill, kill, kill!
"Catapult, throw fire and oil bombs." Zhou Qingfeng waved. Behind the wall, Wilson commanded two trebuchets to throw burning fire oil tanks.
The burning jar flew towards the array of bear goblins with a whirring sound, and Cyric, who was standing in front of him, dismissed it. The long sword in its hand turned into a longbow, and the cupping was intercepted by volleying two arrows.
The cracked cupping jar fell between the pits and pits in the open space, and it didn't play any role other than setting up a bunch of fire. Cyric was expressionless on this face, but the old goblin around him was taken aback, knowing that the human trebuchet could attack so far.
"That kid belongs to me." The possessed version of Cyric pointed to the wall of Harmony Village, "Let's release the Blood Spell, the rest belong to you."
Zul Greyhide respectfully lowered his head to show obedience. It waved the skeleton staff and released dark red smoke. Smelling the smoke, the hobgoblins and goblin gangsters immediately flushed with red eyes, manic and noisy, energetic and nowhere to vent, on the verge of losing control.
This is the effect of the gore technique, which can temporarily increase morale, strengthen the thirst for blood and killing, so that the timid and frustrated goblins can also withstand cruel fights. For a huge number of inferior species, this is the magic of a nuclear weapons town.
The frantic goblins called the chatters, and with the lightly finger of their old shaman's staff, they immediately rushed out of the gate and rushed forward like flood water.
The bear goblin in front of him let out a howl of tearing the air, and rushed forward holding the shield. They completely ignored the bumpy ground in front, and ignored the heavy crossbows and catapults on the wall, and just blindly charged forward.
Due to too many obstacles on the ground, the speed of the goblins is only one-third of the normal state. The heavy crossbow on the fence swished and fired. But the demonized bear goblins showed an extremely astonishing resistance, and even the shields they held were more than doubled.
The heavy crossbow shot two more rounds, but the bear goblin rushed forward. Some bear goblins were pierced by thick-armed crossbow bolts, but continued to howl like a okay person, not caring.
Todd, guarding the fence, led a dozen orc warriors, clutching the newly issued heavy axe, and fighting to death. Zhou Qingfeng retreated to the command point of the second line, and then watched his well-arranged defense line be broken by the enemy's brute force.
Possessed Cyric laughed out of the village, mocking Zhou Qingfeng's irresponsibility. It only strengthened the bear goblin a little, and made all the efforts of the latter vanish.
Soon, the mark on Zhou Qingfeng's leather armor changed to '3'.