Chapter 341

There are not many living creatures in the barren plain.

A demonized mouse stood on the earth slope and looked into the distance. It seemed to notice something. Its body trembled and hurried into the ground.

A team came from a distance.

Soon, the convenience revealed their appearance. Some orcs with cat ears and tails, who had hidden in the corner and wanted no one to find, now swaggered on the land.

"Bang!"

With a loud noise, a demon hunting spider hidden in the shadow was hit, drew an arc and fell directly to the ground.

A cat woman breathed heavily and calmed her mood. She quickly touched the gun in her hand. There was no hidden love and excitement in her eyes.

Guns.

This is a weapon that the abyss does not have.

Compared with cutting the enemy's body with a knife, the emergence of guns has greatly reduced the danger of clansmen in close combat. One hundred and fifty people, each wearing transported insect armor, are covered with a blade, and they are carrying a hot weapon full of bullets in their hands.

Fight all the way.

Confidence is so simple that Fula still feels like a dream. Long after demonstrating the effect of guns, the ethnic people showed their eager expression.

After a simple repair, a team of 150 people embarked on the road of revenge.

Confidence comes from weapons.

The emergence of guns has made people feel an unprecedented sense of security.

Flora walked aside, even without her hand, and its people began to tiptoe gradually to take the initiative.

A demon spider died on the ground.

Flora glanced at the body on the ground and found nothing valuable, so she quickly continued to move forward.

After walking a distance like this.

Obvious footprints began to appear on the ground, indicating that there were more creatures moving nearby. Flora suddenly stopped, then waved her hand and motioned people to follow her.

View ahead.

In the dim sky, a built camp appeared in front of her.

Doghead camp.

Dog headed people like to wear red and orange clothes and a mouse like tail. Their language sounds like the bark of a dog. These characteristics make them often regarded as clowns. It would be a fatal mistake not to deal with them seriously, because the dog headed people make up for their shortcomings in size and strength with cruelty and stubbornness.

Don't look at their short stature, individual strength is not strong, in fact, they are very dangerous creatures.

General dog headed people use hand to hand attack. Like lizards, koeheaded people are oviparous. When they grow up, they are 3 feet tall (nearly one meter). They have scaly skin. Their colors range from dark rust to light black. They smell like soaked dogs or stagnant water. Its eyes are like two bright red fires, with 60 feet of infrared vision, which is affected in the bright sun. The two small horns on the top of the head may be any color from white to tan. Gophers speak their own language, and 75% speak Orc and goblin.

They often take advantage of quantity or use various simple tricks in battle. Koeheads hate dwarfs in particular. They will attack dwarfs in any line of sight, but they will think twice before attacking humans, elves and dwarves. At least they will attack when the number exceeds twice. They throw javelins and spears at the enemy and will not approach until they are sure that the enemy's strength is weakened. The Kobold also hate casters and aim at them whenever they have a chance.

This small race also likes to set traps full of spikes, crossbows or other mechanical traps. There are usually observation windows and killer chambers near the traps. In this way, they can pour oil, shoot weapons or drop poisonous insects on the guy in the trap.

The dog headed men's team is armed with nail hammers, axes, javelins, short swords and spears. Their shields are rarely made of metal and are mostly made of wood or wicker. Its leaders and guards use better weapons.

It can be said that dog headed people will not have any psychological burden, let alone the so-called open and aboveboard. For them, as long as they can kill the enemy, it is acceptable in any way.

This is a doghead camp, with a population of 600-700. The personnel are similar to the cat people, but as usual, they are not less oppressed by each other.

Why?

Dog headed people are a very complex group. In the face of the strong, they grovel, while in the face of the weak, they are cruel and cruel. There is no doubt that the cat people are a soft persimmon in their eyes.

Maybe it's related to genes. Even a dog headed man who is only a few years old, fought with his parents very early. Killing is as simple as drinking water for them.

There are three Kobold camps nearby, and this is undoubtedly the weakest one. Fula's goal is to train troops and get familiar with them. Starting from a weak stronghold will greatly increase the probability of success.

There's nothing to hesitate about.

Flora narrowed her eyes and pointed the gun at a dog headed man standing guard. She pressed her index finger slowly until she heard a sound.

"Bang!"

The dog headed man screamed, the nearby guards were alerted, and the camp made some long noises, obviously trying to be on guard.

"Wuwu..."

In the face of Fula's raid, the first reaction of the dog headed man was not to surround the enemy, but to shout and summon his companions.

After all, the death of his own people was too strange. There was no arrow on his face, but it was like being hit by a stone. Half of his face was smashed.

Several dog headed men stood on the tower, as if looking for the enemy's hiding place. Several pairs of eyes kept looking at the grass.

Flora raised her hand, aimed the barrel at the reinforcements and pressed the trigger in the same way. This time, the other party's head exploded.

Panic boils.

Unknowingly, the two companions died in this way, which made the dog head people become irritable. They vowed to kill these hateful curfews.

"Creak..."

When the gate opened, a group of murderous dog headed people came out and counted them carefully. There were hundreds of them.

These dog headed men are the elite of the camp. Once they are taken down, they will master half of the stronghold.

"Finally appeared."

Flora looked at all this in front of her, perhaps because she had been with Chen Feng for some time. In this case, the corners of her mouth unknowingly grinned.

"Let's go."

With an order, the cat people took out their guns and aimed at the enemy. What's more, they untied their clothes and several high explosive grenades hung on their chest, which looked a little dazzling.

Before long, these dog headed people will understand what real despair is!

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