The Frost Mist Forest is wooded and abundant.

When the Nornwei soldiers set up their camps, they naturally used local materials and cut down trees around the camp to build camps and fences.

The elven archers who were traveling together were somewhat complaining about the cutting down of trees. The forest is like a home in the eyes of the elves, and the destruction of the home is sure to cause the elves to resent it. However, the soldiers did not cut and cut indiscriminately, but from their own safety. In addition, the Frost Mist Forest is indeed in danger, so the elves finally acquiesced in the human soldiers' felling behavior.

The fence of the camp is made entirely of stout solid wood, and although the solid wood cannot be airtight and seamless, there is no doubt about its sturdiness. So when the goblins rushed towards the camp like a tidal wave, the solid wood fence remained strong and unshaken.

No matter how many they fall, they will not back down, and the performance of the "brave and fearless" goblins at the moment is somewhat similar to the undead army, both in terms of numbers and combat power.

However, goblins are always goblins, and no matter how "brave" they are, they are still green-skinned monsters that they can't support. They weren't tall enough to climb over the camp's fence; They have no spirit of division of labor and cooperation at all, but just rush forward with their own hearts; Their weapons were rudimentary, and they lacked siege equipment to break through fences or camp gates......

The soldiers of the Nornwei were under great pressure, but only pressure. As long as the soldiers can hold their posts, the goblins will cause a little trouble for the camp. In particular, the elven demon archers began to kill the fallen wizards who were mixed in the green-skinned monsters. Without the evil spell bonus of the Wizard of Perdition, the bloodlust and rage gradually subsided, and the goblins gradually returned to normal. They began to scream, began to cower, and then began to flee in all directions.

The eyes of everyone on the fence were a little solemn, but they were all optimistic.

The pre-fortified camp was only able to attack through a few fixed positions. These fixed positions were in fact deliberately set aside for the trenches. There have been several such trench arrangements, and each time it has worked well, and not only the commanders agreed, but the soldiers were equally satisfied.

In the preset trenches, the dark creatures that break into the trenches often have to face attacks from the front, back, left and right at the same time, but they can only attack directly in front of them - an extremely aggrieved combat experience, often before the strength of the body can be exerted, they are "yin" to death.

The gnolls, especially the leaders of the gnolls, feel that way. Whether it is strength or durability, the gnoll is much stronger than humans, they are natural warriors, and they are the kings of the battlefield!

However, the king of the battlefield is ambushed by the insidious humans at this moment! Insidious human obstacles outlined the path ahead of the camp, hugging a large number of gnolls warriors, and only the gnoll warriors in the front row could engage the enemy. And during the battle, five or six spears stabbed indiscriminately from all angles, and no matter how they stopped!

The leader of the gnolls died in the predetermined trenches. It was the last of the gnolls to fall, and its death scattered the vassals who fought with it. The kobolds dropped their weapons and stumbled and fled. They crawled into the frost and mist, and then disappeared without a trace.

Then more goblins attacked. The attack of the little green-skinned monster showed a clear wave trend. It's not a wave attack with layers of weight, but a strange attack formation that suddenly charges collectively and retreats suddenly.

Goblins are okay before the gnolls are all down, as they are used to following the "big guy" behind them. When all the gnolls fell, and there was no "big guy" at the front, the goblin's combat power plummeted. However, there are always subsequent goblins in the frost and mist, and there are also sinker wizards. The Wizard of Destruction's crowd buff spells drove the goblins into a frenzy of assault on the camp. If it weren't for the Fallen Wizard, the goblins would have followed in the footsteps of the kobolds.

In terms of combat effectiveness, goblins are slightly stronger than kobolds. But in terms of discipline and organization, kobolds have to throw out the goblins for several streets!

If there were only little green-skinned monsters, then the Norn guards present would be happy. Just hold on, hold on, hold on a little longer, and the victory will be theirs. However, it is a pity that the commander of Nornwei, the legendary Great Crow's Mouth, may be becoming a reality little by little.

There was a heavy sound of breaking through the air in the frost mist.

- What sound?

- I don't know!

The heavy sound of breaking the air made the crowd on the fence whisper. But before they could do anything about it, a huge stone flew out of the thick frost mist and landed heavily in front of the camp.

The huge stone hit the ground and tumbled and jumped due to inertia. Ploughed a blood-red path through the goblin array, then crashed headlong into a solid wood fence.

There was a muffled "bang", the fence shook heavily, and the soldier standing on it fell headlong because of the shaking, but fortunately the soldier fell into the camp.

- It's a trebuchet!

The faces of the crowd became very ugly.

Trebuchets are siege weapons used against the walls of the city. This kind of thing appears in the Frost Mist Forest, and it's like cheating!

Immediately after, a second stone flew out of the frost mist. This stone is larger and obviously heavier than the previous one. However, the apparently larger circle of stones did not have the right head, and flew straight over the camp, disappearing into the frost mist on the other side.

Trebuchets are notoriously poor in hits, but if a single stone hits the spot, the damage done is enough to wipe out all the preset trenches.

Is it silently enduring the attack of the trebuchet and praying for the favor of the god of luck? Or take the initiative and annihilate the trebuchet?

The stalwarts of the Nornwei on the fence chose the latter.

Ms. Moghley and Marlowe jumped off the fence at the same time. The moment they landed, the Bright Horse appeared beside them. The two of them turned on their horses and dragged the long afterimage in the direction of the boulder.

The movements of the Four King Kongs are also not slow. They drew their weapons as they jumped off the fence, and by the time they landed, they had already formed an assault formation. The four fighting spirits of different colors complemented each other, and they plunged headlong into the large group of goblins.

Eliza began to chant loudly, and the dazzling light of lightning began to gather in her hands. Catwoman is so dazzling, so dazzling that you can't look at it directly. Before she knew it, Catwoman's warlock bloodline had entered a stage of rapid awakening. The specific manifestation is that the mastery of magic is becoming more and more proficient day by day, and the control of lightning is becoming more and more proficient day by day.

Old Tom on the side looked relieved - his own child has grown up and is already a powerful spellcaster who can take charge on his own. But relief quickly turned to horror.

How bright a thing like lightning is, how eye-catching it will be on the battlefield. And on the battlefield, the more attention you have, the faster you die.

There was a sharp cracking sound in the frost mist, and a large amount of rubble and clods of earth whistled from the frost mist towards the camp. If the huge rock just now was a one-headed bullet, then the one that is coming now is a scattershot!

Old Tom rushed to Eliza's side with all his might, and quickly raised the shield in his hand. The inlaid shield, made of thick hardwood, suddenly sounded like a drum.

Eliza was startled. She was in the critical stage of casting the spell and immediately blushed, and the lightning spell that had not yet entered the final stage turned into a disorderly ability, and the previous extension erupted.

The four King Kongs who charged in formation only felt a white in front of them, and a scorching burst of white torrents passed from the right side. Everywhere they went, goblins and sorcerers of the Fallen turned to ashes, as did the weeds on the ground and the trees a little farther away. Even the thick frost mist was torn open by the raging torrent of lightning, revealing a figure covered in the frost mist—a troll.

The goblins within a radius of a hundred miles seemed to be gathered in front of the Dikalt Valley, looking inexhaustible to kill and drive away. So where did the large group of trolls who originally lived in the Dicart Valley and camped at the mouth of the valley go? Huge rocks flying out of the frost and mist are the answer!

I saw the troll in the front row bend down, pick up a large stone from the ground and throw it forward. Huge boulders tumbled in the air, landing moments later in the goblin-filled trench in front of the camp. The falling rocks stirred up a cloud of dust, mixed with splatters of blood and the corpses of little green-skinned monsters.

It turns out that the stones flying out of the frost mist are not from trebuchets, but trolls!

The "Troll" trebuchet certainly cannot be compared with a real trebuchet. A real trebuchet can easily exceed a hundred meters in range, and a heavy trebuchet can even exceed two hundred meters. The range of the "Troll" trebuchet is only about 50 meters, but it can't withstand the large number of trolls, and the throwing speed is fast.

Slightly dwarfed trolls are responsible for carrying rocks, and trolls with long hands and feet are responsible for throwing them. They worked together to throw a large number of rocks at the camp, and there were no drawbacks other than a slight misalignment and most of them missing their target......

At the same time, suddenly exposed from the frost mist, the elven demon archers immediately launched several rounds of concentrated shooting at the trolls. Fires and explosions quickly covered the area where the trolls were located.

The elves just don't like the fire, because fire is the biggest disaster in the forest and destroys the elves' homes. But disgust is disgust, and the elves are still inseparable from the flames. Whether it's an everyday stove or a blacksmith's forge, fire also has an advantage in the elves' lives.

Elven archers generally dislike Flame Arrows and Burst Arrows for the same reason as Fire. However, after facing trolls once, flaming arrows and burst arrows quickly became a must-have in elves' quivers!