The dog-headed men under Pansy are orcs - beast-headed men, with a height of 1.2m to 1.4m. However, because they have been mining in caves for a long time, the dog-headed men are hunched over, so they look only about 1m tall, with an oil lamp that is always on on their heads.

They swarmed into the battlefield without any order, relying solely on momentum. They were just a group of low-level miners and were not included in the battle sequence, but at this moment, they had indeed become a force that could not be underestimated.

Although not as tall as the skeleton undead, the gnolls can jump. They jump up with pickaxes and hammers and smash them with great precision thanks to their mining skills. The skeleton undead were only concerned with attacking and had no intention of letting go, so they were ambushed by the gnolls one after another.

The skulls of the skeleton undead were shattered one by one, and their soul fire quickly dissipated and disappeared under the sunlight. The dog-headed people were shocked. They did not expect that their fighting ability was so strong. The undead looked very ferocious, but in fact they were just empty talk. What was there to be afraid of? Charge!

The continuous killing of the undead boosted the morale of the Gnolls. They shouted strangely and rushed forward more fiercely, swinging their weapons in a mess. They were a little carried away and rushed out of the direction formed by the shields of the werewolf warriors, killing into the group of undead without restraint.

The gnoll warriors fought steadily and cautiously. They praised the bravery of the ogre in their hearts. Then they saw the ogre rushing forward being madly beaten by the undead. The gnoll warriors had no intention of helping, but just held their shields tighter and smashed the heads of the undead that came over.

The dog-headed man who rushed into the group of undead without thinking looked up and saw almost identical undead, endless, with skeleton claws reaching out to him. He could kill one, or two, but there were undead everywhere. He turned around and tried to escape, but found that because he rushed too hard, his retreat route had been cut off by the undead. He let out a desperate scream and was killed by the undead.

Bang, bang, bang...

The sound of muskets was endless, and the werewolf spearmen kept firing. They loved this feeling so much. They could just hide in a safe place and shoot without any scruples. Those undead were so stupid that they couldn't even break through the obstruction of the werewolf warriors. As long as they had enough ammunition, they could kill until the end of time.

The undead army was like a tide, and the gnoll warriors transformed into cliffs, blocking their advance. The undead came in waves and died in waves. Even though they outnumbered the enemy by several times, they were unable to kill them effectively and could only cry out in vain.

"Hahahaha... victory belongs to us! God is with us! Pansy, do you hear that?" Bentham laughed crazily and asked Pansy while pulling her.

"What did you hear?" Pansy asked back with a unhappy look on her face.

He just couldn't understand why his gnolls were so stupid. Look at the gnolls, they were just hiding and killing, how easy it was, the loss was not that big at all.

Look at those idiots under his command, they actually rushed into the pile of undead, they are simply brainless. Now he has suffered a great loss. He worked hard and put a lot of thought into creating those gnolls, each one of them is the result of hard work.

"It's the sound of the goddess of victory's horn. We are going to win! Woohoo~" Bentham danced with joy. What's the use of having more undead? His own werewolf warriors and spearmen are enough.

Whoosh——

A long bone arrow shot out from the air. The gnoll who was about to shoot had not yet reacted when the arrow pierced his forehead. Inertia caused his head to tilt back and his neck made a cracking sound, obviously breaking. However, the gnoll who was shot did not feel the pain of the fracture. After all, he was already dead when he was shot.

The long arrow that pierced the werewolf's head continued to have force and was nailed into the shield of the werewolf fortress.

The gnolls of the spear team were so focused on shooting that they didn't notice the dead gnolls until more arrows shot from behind the "wall" of the undead, killing the gnolls one by one on the spot. Only then did they react.

My, the archer!

In normal battles, due to the height of the fortress, basically no one could attack the Spear Team, and Bentham had never added any defense to the Spear Team. This time they were in big trouble. The Gnolls of the Spear Team stood on the shooting platform. For the skeleton longbowmen, they were just living targets, and there was nothing they couldn't hit.

Whoosh whoosh——

The bone arrows kept firing, causing heavy casualties to the spear team. They hurriedly adjusted the muzzles of their guns and aimed at the skeleton longbowmen on the opposite side, but Li Ziyu had already placed the skeleton longbowmen behind the light armored shield, making it extremely difficult for the jackals to aim and shoot.

The gnoll spear team fired a volley, and the lightly armed shield was hit so hard that bone fragments flew everywhere, and there were many bullet holes in the pit. However, the skeleton longbowman hiding behind the shield was not hurt at all. His soul fire jumped up and down, and he tilted his head to look at the opposite side, silently drew out the long arrow, aimed, locked, and shot!

After the concentrated fire, the jackals were busy loading ammunition when long bone arrows flew towards them. The sound of arrows entering the body continued. After screams, another group of jackals died.

Li Ziyu stood on the roof of the main building, looking at the dead and wounded gnoll spearmen on the opposite side, with a disdainful smile on his face. Is that it?

Do you think you can conquer the world just by having firearms?

How naive.

There is magic here. It's no problem to bully the small indigenous tribes with firearms alone, but we are not invincible. You put the spear team there like a row of ancient musketeers. If I don't kill them all, I will be sorry for your kindness.

It's not that the musketeers are not strong enough, it's just that the opposing city lord is a bit stupid. If it comes to a field battle and lacks protection, there is no problem with you lining up like this. After all, the musketeers are in the back and there are werewolf warriors blocking the front, preventing the other side from coming over, so the musketeers can act with impunity.

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