Knight of the Light

The winding road was crowded with horses and vehicles and stopped moving.

The coachmen stood on the side of the road and chatted with each other, talking about the ongoing war. The road was blocked by a fake four-wheeled carriage, and the team had to stop and wait.

The four-wheeled carriages of Coldwind City use metal axles, which are sturdy and durable. Banshee Fort does not have this forging ability and can only use hardwood axles. This could have been used, but it couldn't hold up someone using cheap pine instead of tough catalpa.

The varnished pine wood also looks good under light load. But for long distances, the cargo on the car broke the axle alive.

In the case of ordinary cargo, simply push the carriage to the side of the road and keep the convoy moving forward. But the vehicle in the accident was equipped with the luxury tent of the Lord Friedman, and no one dared to push it to the side of the road. It had to be sent to the front as soon as possible.

The army officer at the bottom was beating the army carpenter on the back with his horsewhip, blaming him for not discovering the problem earlier. The people around looked indifferently, and no one stepped forward to persuade. Only the craftsman screamed for mercy.

In the end, he could only unload the grain loaded in another car, and take away the lord's tent first. The unloaded grain and the wagon with broken axles were pushed to the side of the road. The whipped craftsman knelt in the mud, enduring the pain of blood on his back, repairing the vehicle. The fastest mobile phone update::

When the convoy moved slowly again, an hour passed.

Enissa rode a war horse passing here, glanced at the numb craftsman, and moved forward without a word. Behind her are thousands of exiles from the Duchy of Oss, preparing to attack the dense fog fortress to the north.

Only the old knight Naser was still following her Royal Highness. Other exiles flocked around Viscount Tarak, as if they had a new master, beaming with joy.

Gray Eagle Fort, Spire City, Night Owl City, Starfall City, Great Night City, and the nobles from the North Land are here. They took their servants and vassals, riding and driving, and flocked to them.

The total number of teams heading north is over 10,000, and the road capacity is limited, so they can only run horses and vehicles. Infantrymen walked slowly across the fields beside the road, maneuvering on their two legs.

This is indeed a desperate battle. If it fails, it can only be destroyed.

In the marching queue, there is a very special team. It is composed of a thousand ugly cowards, with hundreds of demon officers.

The coward is the lowest-level demon, with loose pale skin, a big belly and a small head. They are always running back and forth noisily, timid and cowardly.

This inferior demon is slow, stupid, and poor in combat effectiveness, and will run away if frightened. But there are huge numbers of them, and they cover the entire Plain of the Abyss at every turn in the **** battle of the abyss.

Familiars are also mixed with Fro and Kuangzhan as officers. It is also the existence of these middle-level demons that can maintain the advancement of the demon army, otherwise a thousand cowardly demons would have fallen apart early.

Regarding the appearance of the demon army, the nobles in the north were greatly shocked. This is an irrefutable act of blasphemy, and no **** will tolerate it.

But no nobleman was willing to sacrifice voluntarily in the next battle. It is better to have these low-level demons to act as cannon fodder than one's own.

The nobles were silent for this, as if this evil calling did not exist. The wizards in the north did not speak, everyone pressed their tongues tightly, and tacitly did not mention this in prayer.

Friedman had no retreat. He publicly appeared at the same time as the six-armed snake demon transformed into a human woman. He did not hide his sudden rise in strength, and he even enjoyed the fear and respect of outsiders.

A team of more than 10,000 people spent two days approaching the dense fog fortress, trying to encircle it. The nobles have enough troops this time, and they intend to encircle Victor Hugo and then rely on quantitative advantages to trap him alive.

Zhou Qingfeng wouldn't let his opponent get close to him so easily. He was ordered by Adrian to be full of traps on the short fifty-kilometer road. The simplest "freedom crossbows" are deployed everywhere, and more improved "freedom mines" can be seen everywhere.

The exiles of the Principality of Oss ran across the road, followed by the main force of the nobility. The team often felt the ground quake as they walked. Two or three seconds later, they heard the sound of an explosion, saw a plume of smoke rising into the sky, and one or two corpses that were bombed into the sky.

I don't know if it was the hapless guy who got caught.

The detonation method of ‘landmine’ has also evolved. There are not only booby mines that are triggered multiple times, but also multiple types such as timing triggers and weight triggers.

When the team is marching, the ground will suddenly burst. Or if someone stepped on it, it's okay, but the carriage is pushed up but exploded. There were even the summoned dead spirits holding a bundle of explosives and directly rushing into the queue to blew themselves up.

Repeatedly tossing, the loss is not big, but the morale is greatly affected. Friedman can only grit his teeth and drive the team to move forward quickly and get rid of Victor Hugo early.

At the same time, in the dense fog fortress, baskets of soil are being excavated from the ground. Standing at the entrance of the passage, Zhou Qingfeng asked the kobold who was in charge of the excavation: "Can the enemy's camp be dug accurately?"

The kobold engineer shook his head, "Sorry, Lord, the enemy camp is more than a thousand meters away from us, too far. Even if it can be located, the amount of engineering is too large. This is beyond our ability."

Zhou Qingfeng said ‘um’, "So have all the traps around the fort dug?"

The kobold promised this, "All the fortifications within 300 meters have been dug up, and those destroyed by the enemy will also be repaired. Unless the enemy all come from the sky, they will definitely fall into the trap and break most of them."

Next to the kobold, there was a dwarf, stumbling on the ground, and eagerly said: "Following your lord’s order, ten dwarven centurions have been recruited. They are all the best warriors among the mountain dwarves, better than the orcs who disrupted the war. too much.

The Northland nobles bullied us for too long, and we wanted to clean them up. Now those despicable guys summon an army of demons, which is absolutely blasphemous. We dwarves will never forgive such evil acts. "

Speaking of this, the dwarf patted the steel armor on his chest and exclaimed: "It must be admitted that human forging technology is no worse than that of the dwarf. The equipment issued by the lord is very good, and we will not be afraid of those noble cowards."

The kobold shrank behind Zhou Qingfeng's thigh, and muttered: "The magic armor is sent to you. Your lord's skills are obviously better than your dwarves."

"Little dwarf, you know what a shit." The dwarf glared at the kobold, "our forging technology is the best."

The kobold didn't dare to speak back, so he could only continue hiding behind and muttering, "You are not a short man yourself." He said to Zhou Qingfeng: "Lord, don't worry. Your kindness is enough to touch all the intelligent races in the North.

Those **** nobles are very strong, but there are more forces willing to stand by your side. At least all of our kobolds are loyal to you. "

"We are also willing. Lord Hugo, you are indeed a good person, different from those nobles." The dwarf also promised, "At least we are willing now. If we can give more ale, we can be willing to be longer."