Chapter 340: Battle of vengeance

Not many living creatures can be seen on the desert plain.
A demonized mouse stood on the dirt and looked out into the distance, as if he noticed something, his body trembled, and he hurried into the ground.
A team came from a distance.
Soon, their appearances were revealed to convenience. Some orcs with cat ears and tails, who had been hiding in the corners, could not wait for the group that no one could find, but now they swaggered away on the land.
"boom!"
With a loud noise, a spider worm hidden in the shadow was hit, an arc was drawn, and it fell directly on the ground.
A feline female gasping for breath, calmed her mood, quickly touched the gun in her hand, and there was no hidden affection and excitement in her eyes.
firearms.
This is a weapon not found in the abyss.
Compared to cutting the enemy's body with a knife, the presence of firearms greatly reduced the danger of the clan during the close combat. One hundred and fifty people each wore the worm armor transported by them, were covered by the blade, and even carried a suit Full of hot weapons.
Fight all the way.
Confidence is so simple. Fura still feels like she is dreaming. After demonstrating the effects of guns, the clan people showed a eager expression.
After simple repairs, a team of 150 people embarked on the road of revenge.
Confidence comes from weapons.
The emergence of guns has made the people feel an unprecedented sense of security.
Fura walked aside, and didn't even need her shot, its people began to lame, and gradually took the initiative to attack.
A vet demon died on the ground.
Flera glanced at the corpse on the ground and found nothing of value, so she quickly continued to move forward.
After a long walk.
Footprints began to appear on the ground, which indicated that there were more living creatures nearby. Fura stopped suddenly, then waved her hand to signal people to follow her.
The field of vision is ahead.
In the dim sky, a set-up camp just appeared in front of her eyes.
Kobold camp.
Dogheads like to wear red and orange clothes, mouse-like tails, and their language sounds like the sound of puppies barking. These characteristics make them often regarded as clowns. It would be a fatal mistake not to deal with them seriously, because the dogheads compensated their shortcomings in size and strength with brutality and stubbornness.
Don't look at their short stature and their individual strength is not strong. In fact, they are a very dangerous creature.
The average doghead uses a melee attack. Kobolds are egg-like, like lizards. They are 3 feet (nearly one meter) in adulthood, have scaly skins, and range in color from dark rust to pale black. They smell like a wet dog or a pool of standing water. taste. Its eyes are like two red fires, with 60 feet of infrared vision, and are visually affected in bright sunlight. The two small horns above the head may be any color from white to tan. Kobolds speak their language, and 75% speak orc and goblin.
They often take advantage of quantity or use various simple strategies in battle. The Kobolds particularly hate dwarfs, and they will attack any dwarf within sight, but they will think twice before attacking humans, elves, and dwarves, at least when the attack is more than doubled. They threw javelins and spears at their enemies, and only approached after confirming that their strength was weakening. The Kobolds also hate the caster, aiming to attack them whenever possible.
This small race is also happy to set traps covered with spikes, crossbow or other machinery. Observation windows and killer secret rooms are usually located near the trap. In this way, they can pour oil on the guy in the trap, shoot weapons, or throw toxic bugs. The Kobold's clan is armed with maces, axes, javelins, daggers and spears. Its shields are rarely made of metal and are mostly made of wood or wicker. Its leaders and guards use better weapons.
It can be said that doghead talents will not have any mental burden, let alone the so-called bright and light, for them, as long as they can kill the enemy, then whatever method is acceptable.
This is a dog-head camp, the number of which is between 600-700, and the staff is similar to that of the cat people, but usually, they are not less affected by the other party.
why?
The Kobold people are a very complicated group. In the face of the strong, they bow their knees, but in the face of the weak, they are brutal and cruel. There is no doubt that the cat people are a soft persimmon in their eyes.
Maybe it's related to genes. Even a doghead who is only a few years old, fights with his parents early on. Killing them is as simple as drinking water.
There are three Goblet camps in the vicinity, and here is undoubtedly the weakest one. Fura ’s goal is to train and familiarize himself. Starting from a weaker base, this will greatly increase the chance of success.
Nothing to hesitate.
Fura narrowed her eyes and pointed the gun at a guarding bullhead, pressing her fingers little by little until she heard a noise.
"boom!"
The Goblet screamed, the guards nearby were alarmed, and some long beeps were heard from the camp, apparently trying to be prepared.
"Woohoo ..."
In the face of Fura's raid, the first reaction of the Goblet was not to surround the enemy, but to make a roar and summon his companions.
After all, his own tribe had died too bizarre just now. There was no arrow on his face, but it seemed as if he had been hit by a stone. Half of his face was smashed.
Several dogheads stood on the tower, as if looking for a hiding place for the enemy, eyes, and kept looking into the grass.
Fura raised her hand, aimed the gun at these reinforcements, and pressed the trigger in the same way. This time, the opponent's head burst out.
Panic was boiling.
Without knowing it, the two companions died in this way. UU reads www.uukanshu.com. This makes the dog head people become irritable, and they vowed to kill these abominable night snacks.
"Crunch ..."
The door opened, and a group of murderous goblins got out of it, counting them down, and there were hundreds of them.
These dogheads are the elite of the camp. Once they are taken down, this stronghold will hold half of them.
"Finally there."
Fura stared at all this, probably because she had been with Chen Feng for a while. In this case, the corner of her mouth unknowingly sneered.
"let's start."
With an order, the soldiers took out their guns and aimed at the enemy. Even more, people unbuttoned their clothes, and a few high-explosive grenades hung on their chests seemed a bit dazzling.
It won't be long before these will understand what true despair is!
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