Powell bit the bullet and followed the wings of the demon army in the dark. He wanted to run, but there were many noble hardcore dogs staring behind him. This shows that he is also used as cannon fodder.
When the demon army appeared, Powell knew that the Northland War would not have a good ending. Even if the noble side wins in the end, the blasphemy crimes of the Bouche family must be liquidated afterwards.
Powell does not know which side to hope to win at this moment. He just wanted to flee far away so as not to die. But what he can do is to sigh, endure the smell of the devil, and be careful not to be killed by the traps placed outside the dense fog fortress.
Traps, traps, traps everywhere.
Near the dense fog fortress 500 meters, the ground is almost impossible to walk. The coward in front accidentally stepped on the tripped mine, killing three or five by bombing.
Or if the front touches the mechanism, a pit appears at the back, and a dozen or so coward and even Fromo fall into it. Demons are immune to damage such as fire toxin acid erosion, but there are things specifically aimed at them in the pit.
For example, the piranha transplanted in the Blood Flow Canyon was irrigated by the blood of the devil in the early years, and now it is as good as it can be used to swallow the weak coward.
Another example is a tank of blasted holy water, Flo will melt like a strong acid when it falls in, and the coward will disappear directly.
Encountered strange traps, the demon army's team became more and more chaotic.
But the mad war demon just carried the axe forward, this kind of monster would not be able to control it once it wanted to fight. It also forcibly controls the surrounding low-level demons to follow the battle, and die endlessly.
Judging from the scene, mines were constantly exploded along the way. Every time a group of timid demons can flee away, and every time they are shouted back by the mad war demons' roar.
These low-level demons will cast dark spells, panic spells, and mind control at will. But their messy formation really can't give play to their little strength.
When entering a distance of 500 meters, fierce shots were fired from the trench fortifications ahead. It was a kobold riding a mechanical spider firing a platoon gun.
Coldwind City was unable to mass-produce high-efficiency non-toxic magic propellant for flintlock, but it also produced hundreds of thousands of fine gold bullets in a few months.
Arcie made fifty mechanical spiders, and Zhou Qingfeng brought two hundred carefully manufactured flintlock guns. These firearms use fixed-load Miner ammunition, which has a fast rate of fire, great power and high precision. Its effective range reaches 300 meters.
Had it not been for the warhead that would deform and shatter during the launch, Zhou Qingfeng would also like to engrave the magic pattern on it to enhance it. But even so, the warhead coated with a layer of fine gold is already attached with great power.
Last time Zhou Qingfeng only used fifty kobold cavalrymen, and now he has mobilized all the flintlockers he has trained. In addition to the kobolds, one hundred and fifty dwarves also carried magic firearms to form a multi-level volley of firepower.
When the demon attacked 500 meters from the fortress, he immediately faced waves of intensive bombardment. The human wizard used to pull the stone wall to resist the adamantine warhead, but now the devil can only rely on his own powerful body to fight.
In the first wave of bullets and rain, the coward who was acting as cannon fodder on the opposite side fell badly, and when he met the sickle with the wheat ears in the field, the brush was cut off.
The outer skin of the low-level demon is quite tough, which is equivalent to adding an enchantment to the defense. Ordinary swords are even difficult to cut through, leaving only a white mark.
But now the adamantine bullet opened a bloody hole, creating a strong cavity effect. This goes in a small hole, and a big hole comes out, taking away a lot of broken bones and meat.
The devil suffered such a heavy wound and died.
At this distance, death came too suddenly.
The yelling and shoving timids calmed down instead, staring at their beaten companions on the ground. They are all projections of the ontology in the main material world, and will not really die after being killed, but the ontology will suffer severe damage.
The timids huddled together, their impoverished thinking couldn't figure out what kind of attack they were being attacked. After all, the attack came from more than two hundred meters away, which is very far from the legendary powerhouse.
In a daze, the second wave of gunfire sounded, sweeping again like a sickle. The Migne ammunition with rifled firing is a huge advancement in hot weapon firearms. It takes both power and precision into consideration, making it possible for skirmishers to shoot.
A volley of two hundred magic flintlocks fired, about a 50% hit rate within two hundred meters. Excluding the warheads that hit the same target, a volley can knock down fifty cowardly.
A Fro demon was also shot because of his tall body. This kind of demon with a vulture head and fine gray feathers was extremely irritable. After being shot, it became fierce, spreading its wings and leaping up on the ground, diving forward violently for a distance of more than ten meters.
The forward Fromo also used the'Transport Technique' incidentally, and disappeared again the moment he landed, successfully avoiding the third wave of bullet rain. After that, it repeatedly used the'teleport technique' to strike forward, and the figure quickly approached the trench where the kobold was.
Kobolds are most afraid of close combat, and their weak bodies can't stop the devil's fangs and claws. When the crowd was full of fear, an old kobold without a gun stood at the forefront of the queue and shook the totem staff in his hand.
"Don't be timid, death is not terrible." The old kobold completely ignored the approaching Fromo. He only stood in front of the queue to stabilize his army, and waited for the infinite teleportation of the enemy to arrive in front of him...
The totem staff is flat, and a beam of light is shot out, "Dimensional anchor."
The demon's teleportation was terminated by the kobold warlock.
"Set the fire!" the officer of the kobold cavalry shouted.
In an instant, fifty magic rifles were aimed at Fromo, who was close at hand. As long as this vulture-headed monster moved forward half a step, the thick and long sword in his hand could cut off the head of the old kobold warlock in the front.
But intensive gunfire rang. Dozens of fine gold bullets almost all hit Fromo's head and chest. Its strong body also failed to withstand the burst of bullets, and was instantly smashed.
At the same time, the two mad war demons and the twenty-odd Fro demons in the demon army quickly rushed up with teleportation techniques. They stared with blood-red eyes, roared with a rough voice, and burst out a fierce killing.
The old kobold who was still standing still just turned around and ran away. He yelled "Retreat" and got away from the front of the line of defense, and accompanied the other kobold cavalry quickly into the underground passage. When they came out again, they were already on both sides of the trench.
After firing the fourth wave of ammunition, one hundred and fifty dwarven gunners also slid into the trenches and went to other preset positions. Behind the dwarven gunner, a group of three dwarven'defenders' emerged from the trench.
These honest warriors wore heavy armor, put on hard helmets, and entered the battlefield with heavy shields and warhammers. The gaps in their thick helmets revealed a calm and calm gaze-to be able to fight demons is a supreme honor for them.
This glory can be said to the children and grandchildren for a lifetime when drinking and bragging!
A dwarf captain jumped into the trench and shouted, holding the warhammer high, "Moradin is here, let me kill these ugly monsters from the abyss!"