Chapter 74: Arson

The noise of the night's cold wind and the strong sour smell of the goblin.
Fifteen black warriors set out and ran long distances. Behind is a team of goblin dragging a long way. Hundreds of goblins were dragging forward under the command of the bear goblin officer.
Zul Greyhide, as the tribal leader and distinguished chief shaman, is now doing the job of overseeing the clan. It rides a wolf, and carries more than a dozen wolves on guard, supervising the progress of the team. If this is not done, the hundreds of goblins can drag out several miles.
The cold wind blowing from the ice field has been south, and the wind direction has not changed for decades.
The old shaman had a skull wand in his hand, and his heart was a little disturbed. It is the shaman and the priest of the of tyranny, and nightly prayers often get vague hints about the future from the gods.
This hint is often an inexplicable picture or a blurred figure. Before the operation tonight, Zul Greyhide both used goblin's witchcraft for divination and asked for advice from Bann. The result was victory.
But at this moment the ears of the old goblin sounded a whispering whisper, and the dead souls wandering in the Black Forest tonight were particularly restless. They were neighing, snooping, crowding into each other, coming in from all directions, making noises that no one could hear.
The old goblin could not hear these voices, but it could sense those resentment and desperate souls. The latter surrounds it, wandering around, as if waiting for a feast of dying, the fear and panic of the dying are their favorite food.
"What is this foreshadowing?" The old goblin was thinking, "I am about to win a great victory. Are the dead souls waiting to devour the enemy's soul, or is it some kind of danger?"
The closer it is to the Rat Rat Village, the more invisible and deadly souls grow. They are extremely fragile, unconscious, and evolved from weak souls who have nowhere to go. Whenever tragic deaths and injuries are imminent, they are the most sensitive and flock.
After waiting for Zul Greyhide's thinking, the goblin team in front stopped suddenly. The noisy yelling caused by shoving and getting louder and louder, attracted the attention of the old goblin shaman, "What happened in front of me? Why didn't those idiots leave?"
Goblin's team became crowded and slowed down. But there was a mile behind the team, and Zul Greyhide could not figure out what happened before.
A wolf rider guarded his whip and rushed the goblin spearman to the side of the road, and asked in front what happened. After tossing for a long time, he came back to report and said, "Dear Lord Greyhide, several big trees suddenly fell on the road ahead, blocking the road."
The road in the Black Forest is not easy to walk on, let alone a few trees are suddenly blocking the road, and sometimes the road disappears inexplicably. The goblin in front of it must decelerate to congest the road in order to climb over the congested trees.
But how did the black warrior run past?
Zul Greyscream shouted immediately: "Stupid, let the team spread out, don't crowd together."
The old shaman's voice only had a fear effect, and was blown away by the cold wind. The goblins who heard it ordered were even more flustered, crowded with each other, collided with each other, for fear of causing a green light to capture life.
But at this moment, on a dirt beside the road. Nal, who was transformed into a giant bear, stood upright, making a deafening roar in the night. Along with the huge noise, she grabbed a small barrel of hot oil under her feet, and threw herself into a crowd of goblin troops on the road.
Nalben is a big, sturdy man, and he has a height of more than two and a half meters after becoming a giant bear. As a result, her power doubled and became extremely huge, throwing more than ten kilograms of barrels of hot oil 30 to 40 meters away.
The round barrel marked a parabola in the air. When it passed the high point, it would fall. Ranger Luke opened his recurve bow on the dirt slope, shot an arrow, quickly caught up with the thrown wooden barrel, and blasted it.
The wooden barrel cracked, and the hot oil inside it was spattered like a heavenly girl, covering a large area.
Zhou Qingfeng was still having a headache about how to maximize the burning effect of hot oil, but he did not expect that the adventurers around him had quite mature and efficient skills. When he saw the oil in the night sky being blown away by the cold wind, he couldn't help shouting loudly, and raised his palm and laughed.
In the Black Forest, people with good arrows can be seen everywhere. This is a basic life skill. After Luke fired the oil barrel, he quickly drew his arrow again.
This time, it was an arrow wrapped in a rotten cloth head. The cloth head was soaked with fire oil, and it was ignited by rubbing lightly with flint, and shot at the piece of fire oil that was slowly falling.
With a bang, a sudden masterpiece in the darkness, a dazzling flame erupted across the forest road. The flames fluttered in the wind, spreading rapidly, covering the road and woodland, and scaring the goblin team on the ground.
Standing for a moment, all drops of burning oil were falling. After they land, they are like anthrax of the bones. It is difficult to get rid of the shoots and rolls. The burning high temperature brings great pain.
Under the firelight, goblins like ants can be seen. At this time, even the strong bear goblins were screamed and ran away. They couldn't stop it.
On the hillside, Nal, who was transformed into a giant bear, threw out one after another the barrels of hot oil. In order to cover as many goblins as possible, she even kept changing positions. He was followed by several accompanying adventurers to help her carry the oil barrels.
Although temporarily blocking the road with big trees, to make the goblin's team as dense as possible, there are still queues of two or three hundred meters away from each other. Nal ran out, and Luke and others who followed the archery set fire.
Local spirits wept and mourned in the flames, and the a dozen ambush people were in morale. The enemy's death and injury is their greatest merit and their greatest motivation.
The arson tactics will continue for a while, and only Zhou Qingfeng, Inissa, and a few knights in Lieyang Village will soon be left on the ambush soil slope.
The horsewoman brought the horses and turned over and laughed. "This method of arson is usually used to guard the city walls, which is much better than your idea of ​​laying firewood."
Zhou Qingfeng was embarrassed for a while, and secretly warned that he would be a joke if he really did this by laying firewood and pouring oil on tonight. Things that you do n’t understand ca n’t be random, especially war.
"Let's go, let's go. Let's go for a while, killing is not important, but we must drive as many goblins as possible into the woods. Those green-skinned guys will not be able to gather as soon as they escape, they will have to wait at least two days before they can come again Attack us. "
From time to time, in the night, the light of the fire was exploded, and the heroic knight raised a sharp sword under the fire, screaming and initiating a sprint. There were only four or five subordinates behind her, but they seemed to follow thousands of horses and gallop down the dirt slope.
Zhou Qingfeng followed Inessa and moved forward together. When the light of fire illuminated her indifferent side, the gale blew her fluttering cloak, and the horseshoe hit the shouting accompaniment to her. The Jinge Iron Horse was like a wolf like a tiger.