The noise came from the cold wind in the dark, and the strong sour smell of the goblins.

Fifteen black warriors led the way and ran a long distance. Behind was a team of goblins that stretched for a mile. Hundreds of goblins were dragging forward under the command of the bear goblin officer.

As the tribe leader and the noble chief shaman, Zul Grayskin is currently doing the work of the supervising team. It rides a wolf and takes more than a dozen wolf guards to supervise the team. If it doesn't do this, hundreds of goblins can drag it out for several miles.

The cold wind blowing from the Ice Field Mountains has been southward, and the wind direction has remained unchanged for decades.

The old shaman held the skeleton staff in his hand and felt a little uneasy. It was a shaman and the priest of the god of tyranny. Every night praying often gave some vague tips about the future from the gods.

This kind of prompt is often an inexplicable picture or a blurry figure. Before the action tonight, Zul Greyskin used goblin's witchcraft to divine, and asked Bain for advice, and the results obtained were all victory.

But at this moment, the old goblin's ears were heard, and the dead souls wandering in the black forest tonight were particularly restless. They were roaring, spying, crowding and colliding with each other, rushing from all directions, making screams that cannot be heard by living people.

The old goblins could not hear these sounds, but they could sense the dead souls full of resentment and despair. The latter surrounds it, swimming around, as if waiting for a feast for a mortal feast. The fear and panic of the dying people are their favorite food.

"What is this foreshadowing?" The old goblin fell into thinking, "I am about to win a great victory. Are the dead souls waiting to devour the souls of the enemy, or are they some kind of danger?"

The closer they get to the Rat Village, the more and more dead souls there are. They are extremely fragile and unconscious, and they evolve from weak souls who have nowhere to return. Whenever there is a tragic death and injury, they are the most sensitive and flock to them.

Before Zul's grey skin's thoughts came to a conclusion, the goblin team in front suddenly stopped. The noisy shouts caused by pushing and shoving became louder and louder, attracting the attention of the old goblin shaman, "What's wrong with it? Why don't those idiots leave?"

The goblins' team became crowded and the speed was getting slower and slower. But the team was separated by a mile, and Zul Grayskin could not figure out what happened before?

A wolf cavalry guard waved his whip and drove the gnome spearman who blocked the road to the side of the road and went to the front to ask what happened. He struggled for a long time before he came back to report, "Dear Lord Gray, several big trees suddenly fell down on the road ahead, blocking the road."

The road in the black forest is difficult to walk. Not to mention suddenly falling down a few trees to block the road, sometimes even the road will disappear inexplicably. In order to cross the big trees blocking the road, the goblins in front will inevitably slow down and cause the road to be congested.

But how did the black warrior run over before?

Zul Grayskin immediately shouted sharply: "Idiot, let the team spread out quickly and don't squeeze together."

The old shaman's voice was only a fear effect, and was blown far away by the cold wind. The goblins who heard its command were even more panicked, crowded with each other, and bumped into each other, for fear of attracting a green light that captured life.

But at this moment, on a dirt slope next to the road, Naer, who turned into a giant bear, stood proudly and let out a deafening roar in the darkness. With the huge sound waves, she grabbed a small bucket of turtle under her feet and threw it hard towards the troops that squeezed into a group of goblins on the road.

Naer was a stout big guy, and after becoming a giant bear, she was more than 2.5 meters tall. Her power was doubled and she became extremely huge, throwing more than ten kilograms of kerosene a barrel of thirty or forty meters away.

The round wooden barrel drew a parabola in the air. When it passed the high point, it was about to fall. Ranger Luke opened the recurved bow in his hand on the earth slope, shot it out with an arrow, quickly caught up with the thrown wooden barrel and shot it out.

The wooden barrel cracked, and the tincture inside was thrown like a scattered flower of a goddess, covering a large area.

Zhou Qingfeng was originally having a headache about how to maximize the burning effect of tinder oil, but he didn't expect that the adventurers around him had quite mature and efficient skills. When he saw that the tinder oil in the night sky was blown away by the cold wind, he couldn't help but cheer and laughed.

In the Black Forest, people with good archery skills can be seen everywhere, which is a basic life skill. After Luke shot out the ignition oil barrel, he quickly pulled the arrow and pulled the strings again.

This time, the arrow was shot with a rotten cloth head. The cloth head was soaked with tinder oil. It was lit with a light rub with flint and shot at the piece of tinder oil that was slowly falling.

With a bang, a sudden light broke out in the darkness, and dazzling flames burst out on the entire forest road. The fire light drifted with the wind and spread rapidly, covering the road and woodland, scaring the team of goblins with their heads on the ground and standing on the spot.

After standing for a moment, all the burning tinctures fell were drops of burning tincture. After they landed on the ground, they were like gangrene attached to bones, and they were difficult to get rid of them. They rolled out and the high temperature of burning brought great pain. They would not stop until they were burned clean.

Under the fire, you can see goblins running around like ants. At this time, even the strong bear goblins were burned and screamed, running around, completely unable to stop them.

On the hillside, Naer, who turned into a giant bear, threw out one tincture oil barrel after another. In order to cover as many goblins as possible, she even changed her position. Several accompanying adventurers followed her to help her carry the tincture oil barrel.

Although the gangs were temporarily blocked by big trees to make the goblins' team as dense as possible, there were still two or three hundred meters long and near. Naer ran out, and Luke and others who were shooting archery and fired fire were followed closely.

The local spirits cried and wailed in the flames, and the more than a dozen people who were ambushing were greatly motivated. The enemy's casualties were their greatest achievements and their greatest motivation.

The arson tactic will last for a while, and soon only Zhou Qingfeng, Inesa, and several knights from Lieyang Village were left on the ambushing slope.

The female knight brought the horse, turned over and said with a smile: "This kind of arson method is usually used when guarding the city walls, and it is much easier to use than your idea of ​​laying firewood."

Zhou Qingfeng was embarrassed and secretly warned for his own idea of ​​making a fool of himself tonight if he really did it by laying firewood and adding tinder oil, this ambush and sneak attack would become a joke. You can't do anything you don't understand, especially war.

"Let's go, get on the horse. Let's go and rush for a while. It's not important to kill, but you have to drive as many goblins into the woods as possible. It's hard for those green-skinned guys to gather as soon as they escape. They will have to come and attack us again in at least two days."

The light of tinder sprinkled from time to time in the dark night was bursting, and the heroic female knight raised her long sword under the fire, shouting and sprinting. There were only four or five subordinates behind her, but she seemed to follow thousands of troops and galloping down the slope.
Chapter completed!