But what is really interesting is that Fuzzol Chamberlain did not choose the time of the battle during the day when the visibility was better, but chose it in the evening, at six o'clock, only about an hour before dark.
It was obvious that he either wanted to use the collective night vision ability of his monster army to do some tricks, or he planned to hold on until dark and then escape along the river by boat with his direct descendants.
In short, those ogres, trolls, giants and goblins who eat a lot and are difficult to control must be abandoned.
On the one hand, the pressure on these guys for logistical supplies was too great, and they simply couldn't afford to keep them fed without the large amount of fish and meat provided by Zuo Si for free;
On the other hand, these guys are more inclined to the chaotic camp by nature, and it is almost impossible to convert them into evil and lawful. Once they lose the control of the Tyrant's Scepter, they will definitely cause a big mess.
To sum up, Fu Zol Chamberlain was prepared to treat these tens of thousands of monsters as a big gift package, and give them all to Zuo Si and the huge coalition army he led to kill them happily.
In addition, the green dragons and black dragons that were lured over by the promise of treasure were also part of the experience package.
After all, he saw the hundreds of dragon knights in the sky and the spears in their hands flashing with dazzling electric light.
Only the orcs, half-orcs, and hobgoblins who are easier to control and have completely converted to the god of tyranny, Bane, have the opportunity to follow the tyrant of the Moon Sea and retreat eastward to Zhentil Keep by ship.
In fact, before the coalition forces arrived, two to three thousand elite troops had already headed to the ports along the shore of Long Lake under the pretext of escorting spoils of war.
If nothing goes wrong, they will take a ship there and head north along the coastline of Sembia, passing through the Dragon Bay and a narrow sea passage, and finally enter the Moon Sea controlled by Zhentil Keep.
With so many professional troops escorting them, I believe the pirates in the central islands of the Falling Star Sea would not dare to approach easily.
You have to know that the notoriety of Zhentil Keep and the Zhentarim is not something that a mere group of pirates can compare to.
If these pirates dared to attack him, then Fuzzol Chamberlain would not mind launching an attack on the Pirate Islands on his way back, and taking away all the treasures looted from the pirates' lairs or offered as tribute by coastal cities.
However, what he didn't know was that although the majority of the soldiers on the coalition side were humans who had no night vision, there was a group of dark elves who were very good at assassinations and raids in the dark.
As time came to around five o'clock in the evening, the guys who had been hiding in the tents in the woods for a whole day woke up from their sleep, ate the food provided by Amn, checked and wiped their weapons and armor, and waited patiently for the night to fall.
Because even the golden sunset in the evening was still too bright and too dazzling for them.
Only a very small number of individuals who yearn for and desire light will try to go out, endure severe physical discomfort and bathe in the sunshine, feeling the light, heat and warmth that they can never feel in the dark.
There is no doubt that for these followers of the Dark Maiden Eilistraee, returning to the surface world has become a strong obsession that cannot be given up.
After all, during their migration and escape, they were all hunted down by various traditional dark elf cities and families without exception, and the price they paid to reach the underground area of Dragonspear Castle alive was unimaginable to outsiders.
Therefore, whenever there is an opportunity, a small number of dark elves will try to adapt to the new environment so that they can survive in this world with stars and sun like other inhabitants of the surface world.
Seeing the reactions of her compatriots, Kui Lu's eyes revealed a hint of relief, and she asked without turning her head, "Are our people ready?"
"Of course, Honorable Prophet (the name for Aoi Lu within the church). As soon as it gets dark, we will cut into the battlefield from the side like the sharpest scimitar, inflicting unimaginable damage to the enemy."
Another female pastor nearby responded without hesitation.
It is not difficult to judge from the proud and confident expression on her face that she is full of confidence in the combat effectiveness of the warriors, mages, warlocks and priests under her command.
You have to know that these more than a thousand dark elves can easily destroy any city of deep gnomes or gray dwarves in the Underdark, or clear out a small-scale beholder nest.
As for the races of the surface world...
Whether it's orcs, gnolls, trolls, or ogres, in their eyes they are just a group of brainless idiots who only know how to use brute force.
The common goblins, who are the largest in number, are the worst of the worst.
A dark elf warrior with sufficient physical strength can easily kill hundreds of goblins without suffering even the slightest injury.
If one must use a word to describe these dark-skinned, relatively petite humanoid creatures, it would be natural assassins and killers.
Nearly every Dark Elf learns the art of stealth and silent movement at a young age.
By the time they grow up, their accomplishments in this area will be comparable to those of many professional thieves.
"very good!
Remember, this is an opportunity to demonstrate your strength and sincerity to your surface world allies, and you cannot mess it up at any cost.
Through this war, the Great Dark Maiden hopes to show that we are different from our evil brethren in the Underdark.
Once we win their trust, we can become a member of the trade alliance and enter most cities on the west coast as merchants to do business and settle down.
This is almost unprecedented in the history of Faerun."
Aoi Lu warned in a serious tone.
As the youngest and most special one among the seven sisters in the North, she could vaguely sense the suspicion, vigilance and distrust of the representatives and soldiers of other towns towards the dark elves.
But there is nothing wrong with this.
After all, who among those who have lived in the North for a long time would not hate and fear those drow hunting teams that suddenly appear from nowhere, and the ruthless killing and death they bring?
The dark elves did this not to plunder wealth or capture slaves, but simply to please the chaotic evil spider goddess Rose and satisfy their own twisted and morbid desire for killing.
Therefore, Kuilu attached much more importance to this war than any other party in the coalition, even including Zuo Si himself.
"Please rest assured, our warriors have an unshakable faith in the goddess. They will never retreat even when facing death," the priestess assured solemnly.
"In that case, let the mages begin preparing their spells, and the priests begin praying to Eilistraee and obtaining divine spells.
Tonight will be the glorious day when we wash away our past sins and regain a new life!
It also marks the moment when the dark elves embrace the light again! The merciful goddess will bless every warrior! We will surely win a glorious victory!"
While saying this, Aoilu opened her arms and deliberately amplified her voice so that more compatriots could hear it.
Gradually, the confusion in the eyes of the dark elves disappeared, replaced by a determination and courage to face death.
In this magical land of Faerun, nothing is more terrifying than the morale boost brought by the blessings of gods and religion.
And behind almost every war of a larger scale there must be a god supporting it.
Seeing that her words had taken effect, Kuilu decided to turn around and leave the camp to check the situation in the coalition camp in the distance.
But before he could take a few steps, he saw a beautiful dark elf girl running towards him.
She immediately stopped and asked in a slightly surprised tone: "Lirael? Why are you here!"
Obviously, the visitor was none other than Lirael Baenre, the little princess of the Baenre family who had come to the surface with Zuo Si during the last trip to the Underdark.
Since she is a mage, this girl has always been affiliated with the Luskan Mage Tower, so she should be in the Mage Corps of the Allied Forces Camp.
Lirael raised the dimensional bag in her hand with a bitter face and explained helplessly: "I was sent to deliver magic potions.
There are many strengthening and healing potions here that can improve combat effectiveness and reduce casualties.
It has to be said that Soth spent a lot of money this time.
This bag of medicine alone would probably cost two to three million gold coins based on the market price.
I can't believe that he could spread the power of magic to every soldier.
What a waste! In addition, Archmage Jeffrey said that there were too many arcane spellcasters on the front battlefield, so he asked me to stay and cooperate with you.
I wanted to see with my own eyes what a terrifying sight thousands of spellcasters could create when they gathered together."
At the end of the conversation, the little princess of the Banrui family was obviously a little indignant.
After all, when she was in her hometown, Menzoberranzan, she had seen many wizards and warlocks, but she had never seen a situation like this where thousands of people gathered together.
No matter what, the traditional dark elf society is always dominated by the priestesses of Lolth.
Arcane magic is just a supplement to divine power, and only men of low status would learn it.
The only way out for women, especially noble women, was to go to the Spider Academy and become a glorious priestess.
Moreover, the naked law of the jungle in the dark elf society caused each family to be wary of and hostile to each other, treating each other as hunting targets, and it was impossible for them to unite.
Not to mention gathering a large number of mages and warlocks together for joint spellcasting.
Seeing Lirael's lovely look, Kuilu couldn't help but smile faintly. She reached out and stroked her smooth silver hair, and said softly, "Okay, don't complain.
I think the archmage made this arrangement because of your beliefs and race.
Don't forget, you are the chosen one of Eilistraee.
At times like this, we should fight alongside our compatriots."
"But I still want to see the joint casting..."
Lirael pursed her lips and muttered something under her breath.
As one of the very few who did not experience the dark, crazy, and cruel nature of the dark elf society when she was a child, she has always been too well protected by her father, the chief wizard, so she has a naivety, kindness, and willfulness in her character that other dark elves do not have.
Especially when you come across something or something that interests you, you always subconsciously want to throw yourself into it regardless of the consequences.
Kui Lu held the girl in her arms, kissed her forehead lovingly, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, we have already come to the surface, and have joined the trade alliance founded by Soth. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future. Come, give me the dimensional bag, let me see what magic potions are inside."
“Yes!”
Lirael obviously liked the wisdom and tranquility of the other person. After handing over the dimensional bag in her hand, she buried her face in the soft chest and rubbed it.
"What a little rascal."
Aoi Lu tapped the mischievous girl lightly with her finger, then opened the bag and checked it carefully.
You won’t know the result until you see it, and you’ll be shocked when you see it.
The dimensional bag was filled with potions for treating serious injuries, antidotes, secondary restoration potions, invisibility potions, bull strength potions, cat grace potions, bear toughness potions, stoneskin potions, spider walk potions, protection from energy damage potions, and mage armor potions...
The variety and quantity are simply dazzling.
Although the general level is not high, it is luxurious enough that more than a thousand dark elves can be equipped with a complete set.
You must know that strength and physique attributes have always been the disadvantages of dark elves.
But if they take these strengthening potions, they can be transformed into the most terrifying and efficient killing machines in a matter of minutes.
In addition, there are good things like the Free Movement Potion that can instantly get rid of all magical constraints and restrictions.
"I see! He wants us to perform the best and most conspicuous battle."
Kuilu was so smart that she guessed Zuo Si's intention at once, and at the same time she realized that she owed him a huge favor.
However, she did not tell this matter to the girl in her arms, but kept it in her heart and planned to report it to her goddess after the war.
…
At the same time, as the agreed time got closer, the originally quiet coalition camp finally began to move.
The soldiers who had finished their dinner early began to walk out of the main gate in groups and in an orderly manner, and lined up along the river towards Baldur's Gate.
After a while, they lined up neatly and waited for the signal to start the battle.
Especially the new army of Am in the middle, all of them were equipped with shiny heavy metal armor, and the setting sun shining on them instantly reflected a golden light.
This special armor doesn't even have the slightest gap, and relies entirely on the closed helmet's built-in oil terminal display to obtain information from the outside world. Therefore, the orders issued by superiors must be executed 100%.
This means that they have the most terrifying perfect execution ability in the world.
No matter who it is, if they want to hurt or even kill the warriors inside, they must first break the extremely solid magic plate armor, which is definitely not much easier than chiseling down a brick wall.
Moreover, the average height of over 2.4 meters, the strong and sturdy muscles, the uniform movements, and the sense of oppression created by standing still like a sculpture are an invisible deterrent to both the enemy and their own people.
When these eight thousand people stood on the horizon, the entire battlefield fell into silence in an instant.
Even the most noisy goblin subconsciously held his breath.
"Damn it! Does this guy Soth want to annihilate us all here? His army is too exaggerated! Especially those armors! The cost of one set is at least tens of thousands of gold coins!"
Fuzzol Chamberlain could not help cursing under his breath.
Although it is not uncommon in the continent of Faerun to perform magical transformation on soldiers and equip them with magical weapons and armor.
Many forces that have sufficient financial resources and powerful magical powers will get some of it to some extent.
But usually, the elite troops that are built at great expense are relatively small in size, usually only a few dozen to a few hundred people.
It is unprecedented for someone like Zuo Si to suddenly increase his wealth by several thousand or even close to ten thousand.
Even at the height of the elves' power, they could only muster about two thousand elite troops fully equipped with magical armor and weapons.
As for the rest, they still had to wear chain mail without any enchantment and hold ordinary swords and crossbows.
There is no doubt that this overwhelming disparity in wealth and power hurt Fuzzol Chamberlain.
At this moment he finally understood why Zuo Si had no reaction at all to his plundering of the wealth and resources of Baldur's Gate and West Heartland.
It's not that the other party didn't react, but that he simply didn't care about these leftovers and allowed himself to be plundered like a beggar.
"Then... do we still need to go out of the city to fight?"
A high-ranking officer from Zhentil Keep nearby, who was also a dark guard in the Church of Bane, the god of tyranny, asked cautiously.
Fu Zuoer Qian Borui glared at him and asked back: "If we don't go out, do you think we can hold on with the little force we have?
Look up at the dragons in the sky and the riders on their backs! When these guys start to swoop down and attack, the city walls are of no use at all.
And don't forget, the other side has a large number of arcane spellcasters.
If we anger Thors, he might raze us and Baldur's Gate to the ground.
Go and notify everyone, we will be out of the city and forming a battle line in ten minutes.
Remember to put the temporarily recruited monsters at the front of the queue and our own people at the back.
As soon as it gets dark, we will get on the boat and head east along the river."
"Understood!"
The dark guard immediately understood and turned to convey the order to other commanders under him.
After about seven or eight minutes, the door of Baldur's Gate, which was originally closed, slammed open.
Tens of thousands of Zhentil Fort monsters emerged from the Dragon Bridge in a mighty force, marching forward for about two thousand meters before stopping and slowly spreading out.
Since the area near the Chongsa River near Baldur's Gate is almost a vast plain without any undulations or obstructions at a glance, it is very suitable as a battlefield for large-scale battles.
As per convention, before the battle started, Zuo Si, on behalf of the coalition forces, met with Fu Zuoer Chamberlain in front of the battlefield.
The latter asked directly as soon as they met: "How many people can I take away tonight?"
"No more than two thousand. After all, if I run too many, I won't be able to explain to the representatives of other towns."
Zuo Si gave an exact number very straightforwardly.
Through Xi Manmeng, the traitor, he already knew that the other party had sent away nearly two to three thousand people in advance.
Together with the garrisons left in several coastal port cities, there are almost four to five thousand people.
Therefore, giving around 2,000 places is enough for the other party to start a war to unify the Moon Sea.
Fuzor Chamberlain nodded slightly: "Okay, I understand. You won't block the river, nor will you let those dragon riders chase me, right?"
Zuo Si smiled and replied, "Of course not. My main target is those monsters. As long as I kill them all, this area should be able to be peaceful for a few years under my rule. Oh, by the way, remember to leave all those dragons to me."
"You don't need to remind me of this. I will keep them all. After all, if they are still alive, they will definitely come to trouble me later. I don't want to be harassed by a few vengeful black dragons or green dragons all day long."
After saying this, Fu Zuoer Chamberlain turned around and returned to his own army.
I'm afraid no one would know that these two seemingly irreconcilable enemies had actually reached a deal in private long ago.
Especially in Zhentil Castle, a large number of recruited monsters had no idea that they had been sold for a good price, and were still desperately trying to boost morale and defeat the powerful enemy in front of them to continue their glorious victory.
等回到联军指挥中枢之后，艾拉斯卓立刻忍不住询问：“傅佐尔·钱伯瑞都跟你说了些什么？”
“没什么，不过是一些毫无营养的废话而已。毕竟想要赢得一场战争靠的是硬实力，其余战术、谋略之类的技巧不过是在此基础之上的添砖加瓦。”左思避重就轻的回答道。
“说的也是。不管是在军队规模、士兵素质和施法者数量方面，我们都稳压对方一头，赢得胜利只不过是时间问题。”
艾拉斯卓深以为然的点了点头。
作为银月城之主，整个银月联盟的领导者，她不止一次面对过北方那呼啸而来的几万乃至十几万兽人大军，早就习惯了站在劣势一方去思考如何打赢。
不过现在，看一眼这支由差不多整个西海岸各城镇联合起来组成的庞大联军，还有超过千人、传奇施法者都有好几个的恐怖法师团。
输？ 你告诉我这种阵容怎么输！ 直接平推过去都能稳赢！
代表夏恩七世前来的泰罗将军更是主动站出来请战道：“尊贵的索斯大人，请允许我率领三千骆驼骑兵出击，给散提尔堡那些家伙一点颜色看看。”
不用问也知道，这三千骆驼骑兵就是夏恩七世派来的援军，同时也是南方卡林衫常规军事力量中最强大、最具有威慑力的。
别看骆驼看起来既愚蠢又笨重，仿佛只适合当运输工具使用。
可它们不管是负重能力、体力、对恶劣环境的忍耐力，还是冲刺时的速度，统统都要比马强得多（骆驼冲刺速度可以达到七十五公里每小时，马的时速则最多六十公里到六十五公里）。
最重要的是骆驼更适合沙漠地形。
另外骆驼的背比马要高出一大截，对于骑士之间的战斗来说高度本身就是一种巨大的优势。
所以卡林衫骆驼骑兵的战斗力一直都相当有名。
大部分骑士会装备鳞甲、一把弓、两袋箭矢、一支骑兵专用长枪、一面盾牌、一把弯刀。
顺便提一句，其中一部分重装骆驼身上也是会披甲的，冲撞能力远远胜过普通重骑兵。
“呵呵，别急，将军，游戏才刚刚开始，让我们先来看看傅佐尔·钱伯瑞会怎么出招吧。”
左思面带微笑婉拒绝了这位将军的提议，抬起手冲一旁作为安姆六人评议会代表的薇拉招了招手。
后者今天穿了一件带有强大魔法效果的女式铠甲，看起来颇有点英姿飒爽的味道，腰间则悬挂着一柄散发死灵系魔法灵光的长剑，眼睛里闪烁着兴奋与期待。
很显然，这个渴望证明自己的女人喜欢战争，更喜欢赢得一场战争胜利之后随之而来的赞美与欢呼。
没有任何犹豫！
薇拉径直来到近前单手抚胸鞠了一躬：“阁下，请问您有什么吩咐吗？”
“如我没记错的话，你一直都想要一个证明自己的机会，对吧？”
左思盯着眼前这个年轻女人的眼睛，意味深长的问了一句。
瞬间！
薇拉似乎意识到了什么，猛然间抬起头用充满激动地语气回答道：“是的！我一直都渴望有一个证明自己的机会！如果您愿意给我的话，我发誓将永远效忠于您永不背叛。”
“很好！那么我现在就把联军的指挥权交给你，让你来实现自己的理想跟愿望。记住，别让我失望，否则你以后就别想再有第二次这样的机会了。”
说罢，左思当着无数或是震惊、或是难以理解的眼神，把手中象征最高指挥权的权杖递了过去。
“我以自己的生命和荣誉发誓，永远都不会令您感到失望。”
薇拉单膝跪地郑重其事的接过权杖，瞳孔内迸射出一抹亮彩。
毫无疑问，这对于她来说绝对是一个意料之外的巨大惊喜。
因为作为塞勒姆全特家族的最后一位直系成员，薇拉显然是没有任何带兵打仗的经验。
尽管她读了很多本这方面的书籍跟笔记，甚至还指挥家族士兵打了几场小规模的战斗，但那在数千乃至上万规模的战争中，基本就跟儿戏差不多。
在薇拉的认知中，如果自己想要获得一场战役的指挥权，起码要先成为一支千人规模军队的指挥官，然后率领这支军队赢得跟怪物或是敌人的几场战斗胜利。
通过军功来证明自己具有这方面的天赋和能力。
可现在，左思突然之间就将几万人规模军队的指挥权交给自己，让她顿时觉得受宠若惊，甚至产生了一种莫名的感动。
目送这个有趣的女人转身离开，一旁的艾拉斯卓便忍不住质疑道：“你这是疯了吗？居然把军队指挥权交给你一个从未有过类似经验的新人！”
“为什么这么说？”
左思一脸无辜耸了耸肩帮的反问。
“这位薇拉小姐，应该是塞勒姆全特家族最后的继承人吧？如果我没记错，她好像跟自己家族灭门惨案有着非常密切的关系？”艾拉斯卓眯起眼睛试探道。
身为一名拥有极高政治敏感度的女王，她哪怕不太了解其中的内情也能嗅到其中关于阴谋的味道。
左思不动声色的点了点头：“是啊，那可是安姆自打立国以来发生过最令人震惊的案件了。
要知道塞勒姆全特家族可是安姆的无冕之王，不管是财富、政治威望、掌握的魔法力量，在六人评议会中都算得上是首屈一指。
只可惜，塞尔泽·塞勒姆全特并不满足于此，还想要获得更多。
结果把自己转化成为吸血鬼，最终引发了这场灾难性的惨剧。
不过好在一切都是塞勒姆全特家族的内乱，并未波及到平民阶层的身上，因此造成的影响不算太大。”
“所以……这位幸存下来的薇拉小姐，在事后选择投靠你来保住自己家族的权势和地位？”艾拉斯卓继续追问。
“这很奇怪吗？别忘了，整个阿斯卡特拉只有我的力量最为强大，自然也有能力确保她本人的安全和家族的政治地位。”
左思理所当然的给出肯定答复。
虽然艾拉斯卓对于他这番说辞连一个字都不信，但却拿不出佮实质性的证据。
最重要的是，这件事情是安姆的内政。
就连六人评议会都给定了性，外人自然也没有什么资格干预。
只是这位银月城女王总觉得塞勒姆全特家族前脚刚出事，后脚薇拉就投靠了左思，然后帮助其在夺权中起到了至关重要的作用。
这怎么看都是一场典型的政治斗争。
就在她想要搞清楚整件事情背后的真相时，列阵完毕的双方终于拉开了序幕。
首先发动攻击的是散提尔堡一方。
傅佐尔·钱伯瑞一股脑把所有的地精放出来，像潮水般发起自杀式冲锋。
在它们身后则是负责压阵的豺狼人，豺狼人后边才是食人魔、巨人和巨魔构成的主力。
“哇啊啊啊啊啊！！！！！！”
“冲啊！杀光这些人类！”
“我要更多的血肉！”
……
伴随着乱七八糟用地精语发出的叫喊声，这群乌泱泱的绿皮肤小怪物就这样疯狂冲向比自己高出一倍的重甲战士。
他们一只手拿着点燃的自制火把、炼金爆炸物和类似油脂一样的罐子，另外一只手则拎着锋利的小刀或是匕首，打算冲到近前先把地上的杂草和灌木点燃，随后再趁乱插进方阵中去割敌人腿上的韧带。
别看地精个子小、身体瘦弱，而且整体威胁程度并不高。
可实际上他们却是不折不扣的放火大师加制造混乱的专家。
在此之前，傅佐尔·钱伯瑞就利用这些炮灰冲散过很多组织度和纪律性不够高的城镇军队。
所以他这次打算故技重施，看看这些小怪物是否能够再次创造奇迹。
但遗憾的是，还没等地精冲到近前，后方的弓弩手们便率先发力，直接使用带有滑轮组的复合弓射出了大片足以覆盖战场的箭雨，而且是一口气四轮齐射。
那黑压压一大片从天而降的利箭，瞬间将数以千计的地精钉死在前进道路上。
由于根本没有什么像样的护甲、更没有盾牌，因此地精对于箭矢的防护力几乎为零。
纷纷像割麦子纷纷倒下，甚至出现了满是死尸的无人区。
事实上，那些当场被射死的还算比较幸运。
最倒霉的是身体被贯穿，但却没有命中要害，趴在那里歇斯底里的惨叫、哀嚎，想要把箭从身体里拔出来，但却使不出力气。
最终唯有一点一点在痛苦与绝望中感觉身体越来越冷、意识越来越模糊，直至咽下最后一口气。
不过这种高效的死亡并没有吓倒已经被洗脑和控制的地精，后续部分仍就在继续向前冲锋。
Because they have been clearly told that if they dare to turn around and run away, the gnolls, ogres and trolls behind them will be very happy to eat them as a snack.
Rather than being eaten alive, the goblins would apparently prefer to die on the charge.
"Damn it! I have never seen such desperate goblins in my life! Are they really goblins?"
A commander of a phalanx of archers couldn't help but curse through gritted teeth.
Because just when the shooters finished continuous shooting and were resting to relieve muscle fatigue, hundreds of goblins rushed forward, waving the explosives and flammable materials in their hands with their claws and teeth, trying to ignite the humans wrapped in iron cans in front of them.
But when they were just twenty or thirty meters away, a group of dwarves wearing light chain mail suddenly appeared, holding thick iron rods and taking aim.
The next second...
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang—
Accompanied by crisp sounds and white smoke, lead bullets that are invisible to the naked eye are ejected from these alchemical muskets carefully crafted by craftsmen.
In a flash, one or two hundred goblins flew backwards uncontrollably, with blinding red blood spurting out from their chests, heads and other parts.
Needless to say, these dwarf musketeers are the musketeer troops providing support from Lantan Island.
Although their numbers are small, they can often exert amazing power when dealing with enemies who do not know magic.
Especially lead bullets, which can easily penetrate leather armor and mail at close range.
Not to mention small creatures like the goblins, even the gnolls behind them couldn't withstand it.
After a round of shooting, the dwarves quickly retreated to reload ammunition.
The plate-armored warriors of Amn's new army all raised their large shields as tall as a person, swung their heavy hammers in their other hands, and began to advance in a line.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! With the heavy and orderly footsteps, they finally started close combat with the goblins.
Then……
Then there was a bloody massacre!
When dealing with these small monsters without any armor, the soldiers who were over two meters four tall did not even use war hammers. They just relied on the impact force of the shields and the terrifying stomping of the steel boots under their feet to send the opponents to death in an instant.
By the time the last wave of goblins were all dead, the silver steel boots on their feet had been stained red with blood, and the land they walked on was filled with mutilated corpses and meat paste.
Yes!
It's meat sauce!
The kind of sticky stuff that's mixed with dirt, weeds and rocks and you can't tell what's what.
The pungent smell of blood made many representatives from various towns who had never seen such a scene subconsciously cover their mouths.
But immediately afterwards, a scene that made them even more terrified took place.
When these super heavy infantrymen collided with the gnolls, every time they swung their hammers, they could directly smash the opponent's head into a red and white paste, or simply dent the chest.
A wolf man, who was blood-thirsty, tried to open his mouth to bite the opponent's arm, but his teeth were stuck in the gap of the full body armor and couldn't be pulled out. A heavily armored warrior pinched his neck, pulled his entire head and spine out of his body and threw it into the air.
The killing was filled with the most primitive barbarity and violence, and it instantly made many people stop breathing.
Because they knew that these tall and strong human soldiers who had been strengthened by magic must have extremely amazing power.
But I never expected it to be so shocking.
This is far more terrifying than ogres, and even more terrifying than trolls and most giants.
Moreover, the soldiers' emotions never seemed to fluctuate, as if they were mechanical constructs simply executing the orders given by their commander.
When they are asked to move forward, they will move forward without hesitation, even if there is a man-eating monster taller than themselves standing in front of them;
When they are asked to retreat, they will stop without hesitation and retreat immediately even if they can kill an enemy immediately.
Such appalling obedience and discipline stunned not only the various forces within the coalition, but even Fu Zol Chamberlain shed tears of envy and jealousy.
He swore that he would only need two thousand such soldiers! No, one thousand or five hundred would do.
It will definitely be able to sweep across the entire Moon Sea and wipe out all those forces that refuse to submit to Zhentil Castle.
This is the most perfect soldier in the eyes of Bane, the great god of tyranny, and the most effective assistant and tool for the tyrant to exercise his rule.
Just as the Tyrant of the Moon Sea was obsessed with the amazing fighting power of the new army of Amn, a priest next to him could not help but remind him: "If you don't do something, our battle line will be broken."
"Send all the cavalry out to attack from the flanks. Be careful not to linger in a fight, harass them for a bit and then turn around and retreat. I've figured out that the biggest disadvantage of these heavily armored infantry is their movement speed."
Fuzzol-Chamberlain made quick adjustments.
Although trolls, ogres, and giants can fight these heavily armored soldiers to a certain extent.
But the problem is that the other side has a large number of priests casting divine spells for continuous treatment.
However, in order to facilitate his escape, he did not send the priests of the Church of Bane to the front line. Instead, he simply cast some long-lasting buff spells on them and left them on the battlefield.
"clear!"
The priest nodded vigorously and immediately turned around to give orders to the earth wolf cavalry who were waiting on the side.
After a while, accompanied by the howling of wolves, the wolf riders finally appeared on both wings.
If you look closely, you can also find a few white figures among the wolves.
You don't need to ask to know that it is the winter wolf that can spit out biting freezing cold.
Woo-woo-woo-woo
The leading hobgoblin warlord blew a low horn, and then began to detour from the side, trying to target the weak point of the infantry phalanx and launch a charge.
But before he could find the weak point, the ground shook slightly, followed by a deafening roar from a distance.
Looking up, I saw a group of heavily armored cavalrymen, wearing plate armor all over their bodies and as big as giant quadrupedal dinosaurs, starting to charge.
Following them were camel cavalry from the southern Shane Empire and heavily armored knights from Silvermoon City.
The overwhelming charge instantly turned the hobgoblins pale, and the cunning wargs and winter wolves under their crotches didn't even think about it, and immediately turned around and fled to the woods nearby.
After all, they are not domestic animals with low IQ like horses and camels, but magical creatures with an average intelligence of more than 10 points, just like humans.
Expecting the winter wolves and wargs to launch a charge knowing they will die?
Stop it! As soon as they realize that the situation is not good, they will immediately choose to run away.
When necessary, he would throw the knight off his back and use him as bait to delay the enemy's pursuit.
As the saying goes, a friend dies rather than I die.
It turns out that a mount that is too smart is not always a good thing...
(End of this chapter)