Chapter 822: Mistake

The forward was frustrated, and Farrell, who was in charge of the command, had a cloud over his face. Although the loss is not much, it has a great impact on morale.
Master Vesta stepped back and told about the battle roughly, "Victor Hugo is armed with kobolds. Those low-level creatures are riding constructive spiders, running fast in the trenches.
They are equipped with some kind of long-range magic weapon, which is extremely powerful, equivalent to about fifty powerful magic bowmen. Neither the shield nor the heavy armor of the Shield Soldiers could prevent their adamantine ammunition. "
"Adamantium Ammunition?" Farrell was also troubled. The Demon Archer is a very annoying unit on the battlefield. It can shoot long distances and destroy demons. It has excellent mobility and is simply a natural enemy of wizards.
Fine gold is even more expensive, and the bigger rice grains are worth thousands of gold coins, which can ruin ordinary apprentice wizards. Generally only elves have the talent and financial resources to engage in this profession.
It is truly unique to equip a kobold as a demon archer, and to shoot out pure gold as a one-time ammunition-just a few waves of ammunition to earn one hundred thousand gold coins.
"General." Before Farrell came up with a countermeasure, the shouts of the frontline soldiers interrupted his contemplation, "Those kobolds have come out again."
A few hundred meters away, fifty kobolds rode on mechanical spiders to leave the gully fortifications in front of the fortress, circled along the undulating ground.
This battlefield was originally a village and farmland south of Dense Fog Town. Woodland, low hills, ponds, and surface shelters are particularly numerous. Kobolds run fast on the mechanical spiders, and ordinary obstacles can't stop them.
Zhou Qingfeng weighs 100 kilograms. He riding a mechanical spider is like a bear straddling a children's bicycle. This leads to a high center of gravity, too much load, and many problems.
Kobolds weigh about 20 kilograms. They are almost the smallest and lightest intelligent creatures. They are perfect matches with mechanical spiders.
Seeing that these ‘devil bowmen’ were circling to their side, everyone in the noble ranks felt cold. Because the ground in that direction is not suitable for platooning operations, no one below Farrell considers focusing on precautions.
"Retreat."
Farrell was also decisive. Realizing that his opponent is not easy to deal with, he immediately thought of guaranteeing that he would not lose, "Your Excellency Harding, take your people to protect the left wing, and don't let those approach us."
The young Harding Holden was shocked immediately, "What can I use to resist the adamantine ammunition of those doghead bastards?"
"Stone wall is all right." Farrell commanded with a grimace, "Don't bear the scroll. War is consumption. As long as you can win, the Butcher family will compensate you. If you can't win, it's useless to keep it. "
The stone wall can indeed block the fine gold ammunition of the flintlock by its thickness, but this kind of scroll is expensive. Harding hopes that the precious materials in his hand can be used at important moments, but it is by no means an important moment to withdraw.
But at this moment the wizard led by Vesta played a role. They summoned a group of cannon fodder to help Harding Holden. For example, hundreds of skeletons, dozens of ghost wolves, plus a dozen flying gargoyles.
The addition of the gargoyle finally made Harding's heart sure that this monster that can attack from the air is just used to restrain the unprotected kobold. The latter ran on the ground as fast as it could fly in the sky.
Sure enough, the appearance of the gargoyle Limak made the Kobold's detour. Three consecutive blasts of "Drilling Monkey" sounded on the dense fog fortress, and the kobold who had just attacked returned.
But after all, running on the ground is not as fast as flying. A dozen gargoyles quickly attacked hundreds of meters, and attacked the kobolds on a single dive.
Fifty kobolds quickly shrank into a ball, raising their long flintlock guns and shooting toward the sky. This was an unexpected battle. The intensive gunfire exploded, and the gargoyle that rushed down was shot two or three immediately, and was shattered.
But the gargoyle is a kind of construct, fearless and fearless. They continued to rush down, grabbing the riding kobold with their sharp claws and lifting it up.
In order to sit firmly, the kobold and the mechanical spider are connected by a leash. But the gargoyle can catch the two together with a little effort. Their tactic is to take the opponent into the air and then throw it down to death.
Kobolds are indeed too weak to resist such air strikes.
Seven or eight kobolds were captured, including the leader of this team. His head had been scratched by the gargoyle, and one was caught blind, but he immediately drew a dagger from his body and cut the belt connected to the mechanical spider.
"Don't come to rescue me, bring the equipment back." After losing contact with the mechanical spider, the leader of the kobold was easily caught into the air. He shouted, "For the sake of the race, don't be afraid of death."
The leader cut the leash, and the other kobolds who were caught did so. They know that their lives are not important, but the equipment issued to them by the lord is more important.
It is not convenient for other races to operate mechanical spiders. As long as the equipment is there, the kobold cavalry must be there. As long as it is useful to the lord, the kobold race can continue.
Zhou Qingfeng watched this scene indifferently on the wall of the dense fog fortress. He was very clever and could hear the kobold's final desperate cry from the wind.
The gargoyle grabbed seven or eight kobolds and flew into the air several tens of meters, then threw them to pieces. Or two gargoyles cooperate with each other, grab a kobold and tear it in half in the air, letting blood and internal organs fall.
Before the kobold cavalry had time to grieve, they quickly ran back to the gully outside the fortress. At the same time, a dozen kobolds ran out, driving away the mechanical spider dropped by their companions.
Fifty mechanical spiders and supporting guns were kept, and only eight kobolds died.
On the wall of the fortress, a dwarf yelled while holding an axe, "These kobolds died so heroically, we should go out to rescue them. I will never look down on them again."
Zhou Qingfeng has always had an indifferent face, and Adrian standing next to him said calmly: "War is about death, which is unavoidable. Kobold..., there will be compassion."
Behind the screaming dwarves there was a group of dwarves, all of them supporting the fortress to watch the fallen kobolds, with anger.
Zhou Qingfeng took a deep breath, the wings of light suddenly appeared behind him, and instantly fluttered into the sky. With his wings dancing, he charged like a bullet toward the gargoyle raging just outside the city.
Seven little fairies were sitting on top of Zhou Qingfeng's head and shoulders. They waved their thin staff and shouted: "Master, speed up, rush forward."
Zhou Qingfeng flicked across the sky like an afterimage, and even caused a sonic boom. The ‘Evil Breaking’ epee pulled out a light blade more than one meter long in his hand and swung it to split a gargoyle in half.
The other gargoyles immediately turned around and called Chacha rushed over. But instead of waiting for the monster to approach, Zhou Qingfeng walked through the air with a sword, and shouted, "Law: restraint."
A chain seemed to appear in the atmosphere, trapping the gargoyle flying by supernatural ability and unable to move, as if frozen. Followed by Zhou Qingfeng, flashing back and forth in the air, changing positions in the little fairy's singing.
Every time Zhou Qingfeng changed his position, he approached a gargoyle. 'Broken the evil' waved, and instantly smashed it. After flashing a dozen times in a row, the gargoyle bound in the sky turned into a dozen piles of frozen gravel.
Waiting for the arcane spell to fail, the rubble fell from the air and fell to the ground.
The whole attack was straightforward.
There was enthusiastic joy in the direction of the dense fog fortress, especially the dwarves who had just shouted slapped the crenellation, and the palms of the pats were all red. The noble side who fought in the city was dumbfounded. He didn't expect that the opposite was a grumpy old man, who would end himself if he didn't agree with him.
Only Zhou Qingfeng flew back to the wall and whispered coldly: "My command is wrong, and I take responsibility."