The dragon just wants to stay at home, but the players are frantically upgrading their technology.

With a sigh in her heart, Naira stepped forward and helped the hunched priest Mog.

As the sun sank below the horizon, it cast long shadows of Priest Mog and Nera.

Time passed slowly, and the world gradually fell into darkness.

Chapter 74 Minefield (Please continue reading)

The night was as dark as fog, enveloping the entire Black Rock Mountains.

A cold wind blew through the treetops, shaking the leaves and bringing a sense of desolation and autumn.

Above the stronghold of the Rainbow Scale Clan, pairs of golden vertical pupils gleamed in the darkness.

The players stood still, without lighting torches.

Kobolds have excellent night vision; even without flames, they can see everything around them clearly.

"Will Iron Crocodile really come?"

After the wooden city wall was slammed with arrows, Mog and Nera stood behind the War Commander, and Mog asked a question.

"Probably."

The warrior's golden vertical pupils turned, looking down at the forest beyond the open area on the hillside.

In the era of cold weapons, siege warfare was the most difficult type of warfare.

The casualty ratio between the attacking and defending sides is generally 5 to 1, but can sometimes reach 20 to 1.

It's practically a matter of lives being sacrificed.

The Black Iron Army's supply lines were thwarted, and their food supplies were running low. They couldn't afford to besiege the enemy without attacking and wait for their food to run out.

To launch a surprise attack on other camps would consume a large amount of food and require a significant number of scouts to explore the area.

Their only option was to capture the camp.

In the boundless sky, dark clouds moved like ink, and the bright moon appeared, casting its clear light across the open space and forest outside the city.

In the dim light, Zhan Shuai caught a glimpse of several furtive figures.

"Brothers, get ready!"

A smile appeared in Zhan Shuai's golden vertical pupils, and he raised the corners of his mouth and called out.

"It's time to pull out your giant wooden cannons and punish these disobedient little goblins severely!"

"Holy crap! It's finally here! I was practically falling asleep from AFK farming!"

"No! Commander, something sounds weird about what you're saying! Don't mess around!"

"Quickly! Nara! Get the NPCs to bring us ammo. It won't be fun if we run out of ammo and the goblins come running over."

On the wooden wall, more than twenty players immediately perked up, shouting excitedly in hushed tones.

Naira knew in her heart that NPC was what the Blackscale Clan called them, so she didn't dare to linger and quickly called her people to move.

A dozen or so Cailin clan warriors in charge of these tasks got busy.

They brought baskets of rubble and scrap metal and placed them next to the players.

Players eagerly filled the disposable giant wooden cannons with rubble and scrap metal, looking forward to the game.

This is another, and most common, use of the disposable cannon.

Also known as a shotgun, it mainly uses the explosion of black powder as kinetic energy to propel iron pieces to kill enemies.

And at this moment, in the forest.

A group of emaciated, poorly clothed goblin support soldiers appeared, shivering in the cold wind.

They didn't even have leather armor, and all they carried were cheap wooden spears and rusty iron spears, with a supervisory team behind them.

The supervisory team consisted of forty or fifty goblins, carrying wooden shields, wielding sharp iron spears and longswords, and possessing robust physiques.

Behind him were three soldiers riding dire wolves. The captain of the supervisory team sat on a dire wolf, his cold gaze sweeping over all the goblin support soldiers.

"The first to reach the camp gate will be rewarded with a hundred pieces of dried meat; those who retreat will be put to death."

With that, he swung his gleaming saber down.

Under the threat of death and years of accumulated power, the goblin support soldiers dared not resist, even though they knew they were just filler minions.

Snap!

As the squad leader spoke, the squad members simultaneously raised their shields and spears, forming a gleaming forest of spears aimed at the goblin support soldiers.

Gripping their inferior weapons tightly, the goblin support soldiers gritted their teeth and made up their minds.

There is still hope of survival if we move forward, and there is still hope of obtaining a large amount of cured meat.

But retreating means certain death.

As time passed, the moon was obscured by darkness, its clear light vanished, and the darkness deepened.

When the time came, the captain of the supervisory team immediately gave the order.

Under orders, the goblin support soldiers cautiously made their way through the dark forest and into the clearing.

Walking on the open ground on the slope, a goblin support soldier carefully lowered his body and moved forward slowly.

But after advancing twenty meters, the camp walls lying dormant on the ground ahead remained completely still.

He couldn't help but relax a little, muttering to himself to bolster his courage.

"There aren't even any torches; those kobolds probably can't see anything at night!"

"They must have been asleep and had no idea we would attack at night."

These words emboldened the goblin support soldier, who straightened his back and strode forward.

Seeing that there was still no movement, he remembered the promise of a hundred pieces of cured meat made by the captain of the supervisory team.

He greedily licked his lips, gripped his spear tightly, mustered his courage, crouched low, and strode forward.

Just as he was about seventy meters away, his foot sank into the ground, as if he had stepped on something.

Click!

Immediately afterwards, a crisp metallic clanging sound rang out.

The goblin support soldier tensed up, an unknown fear gripping his entire body, and he instinctively wanted to retreat.

But before he could even lift his foot, orange flames suddenly rose from beneath his feet, engulfing him and engulfing the surrounding area.

Boom!

At that moment, the loud noise was heard.

The orange-yellow firelight dispelled the darkness and illuminated the terrified faces of several goblins nearby.

shhhhhh!

The violent shockwave, carrying iron fragments and rubble, shot outwards, transforming into a dense storm.

Before the surrounding goblin support soldiers could even scream, their bodies and faces were pierced through, and they fell to the ground, their flesh mangled and bloody.

"Ahhh!"

A piercing scream shattered the night.

Behind them, the goblin support soldiers who had witnessed the whole thing scattered in panic.

This immediately triggered a disastrous chain reaction.

Flint-activated landmines placed on either side of the forest edge were stepped on.

Click! Click! Click!

The crisp sound of metal clashing echoed continuously in the night.

But to the goblins, the sound was like the whisper of a demon, the call of death.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Immediately afterwards, a series of terrifying explosions rang out.

In the darkness of night, bursts of fire erupted, and fragments and ingots transformed into death itself, reaping lives.

Each flash, each explosion, was accompanied by the goblins' wails and the flying of severed limbs.

"Ahhh! My legs! My legs!"

"My eyes! I can't see!"

"Ouch! It hurts! It hurts so much!"

Fear and wails filled the air.

At the very back, the goblin support soldier, seeing the flames and hearing the screams, felt his scalp tingle and his hair stand on end, instinctively wanting to retreat.

However, the supervisory team behind them gave them absolutely no room to retreat.

Rows of gleaming iron spears emerged from the gaps in the shields, aimed at the retreating soldiers.

"Forward! Forward!"