Chapter 827: Squeeze

Powell bit the bullet and followed the wings of the demon army in the dark. He wanted to run, but there were still many noble 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 committed by 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, lest he die. But what he can do is to sigh, endure the stench from the devil's side, 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 dozens of timids and even Fromo fall into it. Demons are immune to damage such as fire toxin acid erosion, but there are special things in the pit for them.
For example, the piranhas transplanted in the Blood Flow Canyon were irrigated by the blood of the devil in the early years, and now they are as good as they can be used to swallow the weak coward.
Another example is the holy water exploded in a cylinder. Flo will dissolve like 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, once this kind of monster wanted to fight, it would be uncontrollable. It also forcibly controls the surrounding low-level demons to follow the battle, and never die.
Judging from the scene, mines are constantly being 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.
These low-level demons will cast darkness, panic, and mind control at will. But their messy formation really can't give play to their little strength.
When entering a distance of five hundred meters, fierce shots sounded from the trench fortifications ahead. It was a kobold riding a mechanical spider shooting a gun.
Coldwind City couldn't mass produce high-efficiency non-toxic magic propellant for flintlock guns, 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-loaded Migne ammunition, which has a fast rate of fire, great power and high precision. Its effective range reaches 300 meters.
If it weren't for the warhead that would deform and break 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 called out all the flintlockers he trained. In addition to the kobolds, one hundred and fifty dwarves also carried magic firearms to form a multi-level volley of fire.
When the demon attacked 500 meters from the fortress, he immediately faced waves of dense bombardment. Last time the human wizard pulled the stone wall to resist the adamantine warhead, and 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 hard to cut, leaving only a white mark.
But now the adamantine bullet opened a 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 injury and died.
At this distance, death came too suddenly.
The screaming and shoving timids calmed down instead, staring at their companions who had been killed on the ground. They are all projections of the body on the main material realm. After being killed, they will not really die, but the body will suffer severe damage.
The timids huddled together, their impoverished thinking could not figure out what kind of attack their side was 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 weapons. 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, one salvo can knock down fifty cowardly.
A Flo 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 on the ground, diving forward violently for 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'Transport 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 enemy to teleport infinitely to him...
The totem staff is flat, and a beam of light is emitted, "Dimensional anchor."
The demon's teleportation was terminated by the kobold warlock.
"Set the fire!" the kobold cavalry officer 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 Flomo'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 blood-red eyes, roared with a rough voice, and exploded with a strong desire to kill.
The old kobold who was still standing still just turned around and ran away. He yelled ‘retreat’ and got out of the front of the line of defense, and swiftly got into the underground passage with the other kobold cavalry. 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 dwarf gunner, three dwarven ‘defender’ battalions gush out from the trench.
These honest warriors wore heavy armor, put on hard helmets, carried heavy shields and war hammers into the battlefield. Behind the gaps in their thick helmets pierced calm and calm gazes-to be able to fight demons was a supreme honor for them.
This glory can be told for a lifetime when drinking and bragging!
A dwarf captain jumped into the trench and shouted, holding up the warhammer: "Moradin is on, let me kill these ugly monsters from the abyss!"