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

The Black Iron Army's base.

"Hoo... No... Impossible! This is impossible!"

Looking at the mountain peaks that were now only green, Tong Shao felt his blood rush to his head, his head spin, and he felt as if the world was spinning around him.

His perfectly maintained outpost, which he was so proud of, was instantly destroyed by the enemy.

Do not!

impossible!

It's impossible for not a single one to be left!

There must be another side to it!

His pride shattered, and Tongshao's eyes turned red.

He couldn't accept this result at all, and he roared inwardly.

Copper Whistle turned and circled, his gaze sweeping across the hilltop, trying to find a flag.

No, there isn't!

No!

Still no!

Absolutely not!

Not even one side!

After turning 360 degrees, the bronze whistle couldn't find a single flag.

tread.

Copper Whistle was pale, swaying, and staggering, almost unable to stand.

Shattered Bones died from a sneak attack, and Raging Tide died from arrogance.

None of them were defeated head-on.

And he, Bronze Whistle, was the last of the goblin generals.

Although he was still alive, he felt somewhat dead.

He died in the very scouting battles he excelled at.

And it was a complete defeat.

A complete defeat, unable even to react.

He couldn't very well argue that the other side had taken him by surprise.

"Alchemy bomb! Another alchemy bomb! Damn it! Damn kobolds!"

Iron Crocodile's gaze fell on the mountaintop where the fire was growing larger, his eyes blazing with anger, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

But Gray Owl understood that this was no longer a matter of alchemical bombs.

Their scouts were completely overwhelmed.

Scouts of this caliber should not appear in the Blackrock Mountains at all.

Even in Kossia's northern army, few scouts could achieve this level of skill.

"call……"

Iron Crocodile took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down while channeling his magic and shouting.

"The enemy has artillery and alchemical bombs! All goblins! Spread out! Find cover!"

With the support of second-tier magic, Iron Crocodile's voice echoed over the camp.

Knowing that the enemy had artillery, Iron Crocodile added training programs for all the goblins.

The moment they heard the Iron Crocodile's voice, the goblin soldiers immediately dropped what they were doing, scattered, and sought cover to lie down.

Iron Crocodile had just led Copper Whistle and Gray Owl to hide behind a supply wagon when they saw several black dots flying in from the distant mountains.

"really!"

Iron Crocodile peered out, a look of surprise and relief flashing across its face.

Fortunately, they didn't take any chances, thinking that the Blackscale Clan's cannons couldn't be transported to the top of the mountain.

However, there weren't many black spots, and they were extremely scattered.

The black dots flew for a short while before scattering and falling outside the camp, carving out several furrows.

No explosion occurred.

"what?"

Peeking into the peaceful camp, Iron Crocodile's fierce face showed doubt and confusion.

This doesn't make sense, does it?

What is the Black-Scaled Dog-Headed Man doing?

Shouldn't they be bombarding us with cannons now?

Chapter 66 Hanging your butt on a tree, it doesn't hurt.

"What exactly does the Blackscale Dog-Headed Man want to do?"

Tongshao stood behind the supply wagon, his hands gripping the wooden handrail tightly. He peered out, his solemn gaze sweeping across the burning hilltop and the entrance to the camp.

"Whatever they want to do, we must take out the enemy artillery and restore the army's visibility."

Iron Crocodile's voice was deep as he withdrew his gaze.

"Grey Owl, go and deploy a large number of Tier 1 elite squads to work with the remaining sentries to retake the hilltops and ridgelines."

If an army loses its sentries and scouts, it's basically like the map is completely black; they can't see their surroundings, and they don't even know where the enemy is coming from.

The goblin soldiers had marched all morning and were exhausted. They had only just begun to set up camp and their fortifications were not yet complete.

If we don't restore our vision immediately, the enemy army will rush in, and we'll only face certain death.

No matter the cost, they must retake the high ground.

"Ah."

Gray Owl nodded and left.

Immediately, Iron Crocodile turned his gaze to Bronze Whistle and angrily commanded, pointing at Hill No. 2 where the shells had been fired.

"Bronze Whistle, now! Immediately! Gather your personal guards, take all the wolf riders, and take down the enemy's artillery positions."

"Yes! I guarantee I will complete the mission."

Faced with Iron Crocodile's angry words, Copper Whistle straightened up, his already serious expression becoming even more solemn, and answered loudly.

At this moment, he had regained his composure.

As a goblin general, it's acceptable to lose control of one's emotions and momentarily lose one's composure.

After all, goblins aren't machines.

However, this loss of emotional control and distraction must not affect the course of the battle or judgment.

"If this mission fails again, you can forget about being the goblin general."

Before Bronze Whistle could make a move, Iron Crocodile's cold voice rang out.

Copper Whistle trembled, immediately turned around, grabbed his weapon, and, with his personal guards, led Iron Crocodile's wolf riders in a scattered charge towards the second hilltop.

The wolf riders were extremely fast on the open ground, and before long, Copper Whistle had led his men into the woods.

There was no artillery bombardment along the way.

Copper Whistle led the goblins smoothly into the second hilltop, but Iron Crocodile's expression did not relax; instead, it became even more serious.

Iron Crocodile glanced at the chaotic camp around him and the goblin officer who had surrounded him to protect him, and casually pointed to one of them.

"You, take some men to the entrance of the camp to check the landing points of the shells."

The goblin officer was taken aback, then turned around and quickly left with several goblins.

Watching the goblin officer walk away and leave the camp, Iron Crocodile withdrew his gaze.

Turning around, Iron Crocodile looked at Gray Owl, who had just returned after assigning the task, with a puzzled expression and asked him.

"I don't understand, aren't your human cannons supposed to be heavy and huge? How did they manage to transport them up there?"

No matter how skilled the enemy scouts were, they couldn't possibly transport such heavy artillery pieces up to Hill Two right under the noses of their various sentry posts.

"I don't know."

Gray Owl shook his head.

He did remember that cannons used to be like this: heavy, slow, and not very powerful, far inferior to a mage's spells.

However, in recent years, I have heard that tremendous changes have taken place in the South, and many things are no longer the same as before.

"However, this distance is far too close."