Almost an hour has passed since entering the forest.
The sound of bows and arrows came from the woods, and the mercenaries soon cheered and rushed to drag several corpses out of the grass—those huge, pale yellow creatures covered with tumors, their heads were like a giant For the malignant tumors, the nostrils and eyes cannot be seen from the smooth surface, like lack of facial features. But there are thousands of organs of smell and hearing hidden under the skinfolds, allowing them to be hundreds of times more sensitive than humans in the dark or even dark underground environment-but the mercenaries immediately discovered that these creatures are dead, and the arrows are only for them. It caused superficial injuries, but each of these cavemen had a fatal wound on their chests.
Some injuries are from back to front, and some are from front to back. The wounds are blackened and all are penetrating injuries. As if someone stabbed a big hole with thunder as a chest, a few mercenaries recognized this special wound made by the'dragon cavalry'. They turned the disgusting creatures over, and then looked back in awe at the slow horse riding. Young people walking slowly.
Brando condescendingly watched these cavemen open their big mouths full of fine teeth like sharks. The blood spilling from the corners of their mouths is pale green, different from the warm-blooded creatures on the surface—these are in Qiaogang. The creatures living in the bottom layer of Digen are actually a kind of lizard. If they can, Brando is more willing to encircle these robbers from the underground world in winter. As usual, they will definitely shrink their range of activities in the cold season. Unfortunately, the tight time does not allow him to do this. Besides, the weather is gradually getting colder. It is not the best but at least not the worst. Under his sign, the mercenary fiddled with the cavemen who had been dead for a long time, so that he could see that the monster clung to the stiff claws of the spear.
"It's a relatively low-level existence in the caveman society," Tiger Sparrow replied, looking at the corpses, "It seems that they keep their elites in the inner circle of the defense line. The more we go in, the greater the resistance we encounter."
Brando nodded, but he didn't say that this was actually good news. The level of creatures gradually increased from the outside to the inside. In the past, this was a relatively natural monster distribution situation in Amber Sword, just like most traditional games. This shows that these cavemen have not yet formed a complete military organization. Simply put, they are not an army, but a tribe, or a settlement of cavemen in some other way.
Before the attack, he was most worried about the situation that these cavemen entrenched in the bear forest were a military organization of cavemen who came to the surface world from the underground world, perhaps a large tribe or even an underground city. Part of the invasion plan, which is not uncommon in Warnd. Sometimes underground residents will spy on the resources of the world on the ground. Although the underground resources are much richer, the survival of the fittest is even more cruel. Another possibility is that this caveman's army suffered a failure in the underground world and then fled to the surface world to survive, but either kind is much easier to deal with than a loose tribe.
An ordinary monster area.
Brando fixed his mind on the caveman in this forest. At present, the corpses they found were inferior cavemen who acted as scouts at the outermost periphery. Then there may be cavemen warriors and'Kamuru', the latter means'warrior' in underground language. Players referred to them as elite cavemen in the past, they were sergeants and other characters, possessing the strength of the pinnacle of black iron. It can be said that apart from sacrifices, cavemen have the strongest combat effectiveness.
But it is not to be feared for him.
The mercenaries quickly sifted through the area like a net, and found more than twenty bodies in total, which was consistent with Brando's experience. These corpses showed that most of the cavemen who were attacked had not had time to react. Under the attack of the silver rank power, their lives burned out in a very short moment. The Wind Spirit Spider comes from the elemental plane of wind-Storm End. Although its strength is not as good as Black Iron, its ability to control airflow is unparalleled. It is undoubtedly a natural opponent for cavemen who rely on smell and hearing to distinguish danger.
Then the eyes scattered around the forest were removed one by one. Brando and his three commanders, Uta, Fern, and Clencia, led hundreds of mercenaries to march smoothly in this jungle. It was beyond imagination—hundreds of warriors cautiously marched along the silent woods in the afternoon. They stepped on the bright green ferns and made rustling noises. Some even accidentally stepped on the dead branches. 'The abrupt sound was shocking. Fortunately, when the soldiers raised their heads nervously-only some unnamed birds fluttered from the forest.
But compared to warriors and swordsmen, the magicians protected in the crowd are even more incredible. According to the usual practice, they must be the first target of those cold guns and arrows-anyone understands the importance of a magician on the battlefield. However, for these spellcasters, who are the highest but have the status of a formal wizard, and even most of them are apprentices, their protection capabilities are out of proportion to the value they show on the battlefield, as if they themselves understand that they are One of the scout's favorite targets.
Another target is the commander in the army, but it is often not as easy to succeed as a low-level spellcaster.
Therefore, these mercenary magicians have become accustomed to being attacked; surprise attacks, sneak attacks, and shooting cold arrows, especially in jungle battles, are more commonplace. Almost everyone has experienced injuries, and I have seen many companions because of such attacks. Dying in front of me, and even myself, had personal experience of wandering on the edge of life and death. But all this is nothing compared to the weird encounters today. Those rumored cavemen's scouts seem to have disappeared, and watching the sun after noon pass through the gaps between the leaves and fall on this quiet piece of land. Among the woods, these magicians even wonder if this is a trip at public expense or some other activity
But of course not, they had seen the corpses of those cavemen before.
All this can only be attributed to the magic of the young lord, and it is even more rumored that he is a high-level summoner, and may even exceed the boundary between gold and silver. However, for wizards, since this mysterious skill was taught to mortals by the people of silver, respecting the strong has become a deep-rooted habit—not to mention that he also has Charles, two golden wizards under him. It was privately called the Council of Two by the magicians among the mercenaries. Because in the habit of the craftsman and wizard Bugga, the wizard council symbolizes the power of authority and leader-so Brando's prestige is unknowingly established among these spellcasters.
But when Brando watched the mercenaries carrying long swords, halberds, long bows, shields, and wands habitually spreading across the grass in small groups, there was nothing in his heart. What a sense of accomplishment at all. Although the results of the Wind Spirit Spider are amazing, all of this is not without cost. He is silently calculating the consumption of spells: almost an hour has passed since entering the forest, just maintaining the holy sword card and one time The attack charge consumes 13 earth elements. He checked his element reserve, at this moment the 32-cell earth element pool was already empty, and only 7 cells remained.
Brando frowned, and immediately sent someone to call the guide.
The ragged man came to him, raised his head and saw that the young man’s expression was not very good. He thought that he had done something wrong and made the other person unhappy. He asked anxiously: "My lord, what's the matter? ?"
"How long is there?" Brando asked a little anxiously. In five minutes, he must give up paying the next maintenance cost to return the holy sword card to his library, because he must reserve the cost of re-displaying the card, and the real battle must be left until the night or even early in the morning.
When the guide heard this, he let out a sigh of relief: "I'll be there soon, my lord, you can see it by walking around the forest. The sawmill is built in the valley, and I—" He said before he could finish. There was a cooing call, which was a predetermined signal. Brando raised his head and immediately saw the mercenary in front stop and crouched down on the spot. And he saw the soldiers on the edge of the forest turned around and looked in this direction, and then gave him a gesture.
Brando recognized the gesture—found the enemy.
However, the Wind Spirit Spider hasn't reacted yet, nor has it produced any empirical prompts, which shows that the number of enemies may be so large that the Dragoon system can't be killed in one shot-so he hibernates according to his second order. Brando was startled slightly, and immediately turned over and dismounted and walked in that direction. Seeing his lord dismount, the three of Uta, Fern, and Krencia behind each also took a look and climbed off their horses and followed them, followed by Tiger Sparrow, Akane, and Roman. As for the last merchant lady There was not a little prudence in his eyes, but rather full of cautious curiosity.
The woods became sparse, and Brando soon came to the edge of the woodland.
"My lord!" The mercenary immediately yelled respectfully when he noticed Brando approaching. He looked back and saw his past leader Clencia nod to him.
Brando said nothing. The forest formed a slope in front of him. Below the slope was the valley mentioned by the guide—the logging yard in Fir City was built by the river. Originally there was only a clearing, a few wooden houses, and a larger sawmill, but now it has obviously changed its appearance. The caveman has transformed it into a fortress. They used stones and wood to build walls along the river beach, and they also piled up watch towers. The crypts piled up with earth and stones behind the walls are faintly visible. Brando counted the number and inferred that there are probably more than two hundred here. Cavemen live.
"So many, it's tricky." The red-haired head of the mercenary girl looked from behind, frowning. She looked at Brando, for fear that the latter ordered them to attack by force.
But Brando looked at the groups of cavemen patrolling along the river beach. Each group was led by a caveman with crimson skin. Those are Muruk. If you attack the opponent rashly, you will probably shrink into the fortress, wasting the advantage of the surprise attack in vain. He turned his head and looked at Antitina and Tiger Sparrow, and replied, "What do you think?"
"Use the old method of our mercenaries." Huque replied.
"The old way?"
Brando raised his head.