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

The gray owl looked up at the second hilltop.

“I’ve also noticed this problem.”

Iron Crocodile turned around with his hands behind his back, following Gray Owl's gaze toward Hill Two.

“I remember you said that the range of cast iron cannons is between 300 and 600 meters, but the distance from No. 2 Hill to the camp is only a little over 300 meters.”

With a slight frown, Iron Crocodile's eyes held a deep sense of bewilderment.

"That's also what I'm wondering about."

A look of doubt appeared in Gray Owl's eyes as he pondered and spoke.

"The deployment of the copper sentry post includes multiple hilltops, and the actual observation area should be about four or five miles."

"Behind several smaller hills, there was no reason for the enemy to take such a huge risk to transport artillery to Hill No. 2."

Iron Crocodile and Gray Owl chatted and speculated, as time ticked by, but still no shells flew in.

Iron Crocodile and Gray Owl's expressions grew increasingly grave.

In war, it's good if you can guess some of the enemy's thoughts.

The worst thing is not being able to guess anything and having no idea what the other side is trying to do.

Before the two could think further, a whooshing sound rang out from the sky.

shhhhhh!

Scattered black dots appeared one after another, streaking across the sky before crashing down.

This time was different from the last; some of the shells landed inside the goblin army's unfinished camp, while others landed outside the camp.

boom.

boom.

As expected, the explosions rang out, several flames appeared in the camp, and several explosions also occurred outside the camp.

However, since the goblins were trained, and the black powder was not very lethal, the problem was that the goblins were trained.

Therefore, despite the multiple bombings, not a single goblin was injured or killed.

On the contrary, from the spot where thin black smoke was rising on the second hill, a sudden explosion was heard.

Boom!

A fierce fire suddenly erupted on the hilltop, with a deafening roar.

Even standing two or three hundred meters away, the sound made one's heart skip a beat.

Iron Crocodile and Gray Owl were completely dumbfounded upon seeing this.

"What...what is going on?"

Iron Crocodile's eye twitched involuntarily; he clearly saw a figure being blown away.

He had only fought in warfare with cold weapons and didn't understand what was going on.

Why self-destruct? Why blow up your own people?

But Gray Owl used to serve in the human army, so he should probably know what's going on... right?

"I don't know."

Gray Owl could only offer an extremely unreliable guess.

"Perhaps they don't want us to acquire their artillery."

He also saw the figure, but he had never seen anything so outrageous when he was in the human army!

In an attempt to prevent the enemy from acquiring artillery, they killed their own men.

The intense flames on Hill Two gradually subsided, revealing a charred area and some discarded giant wooden cannons that had been blown away.

In the scorched ground, half of a kobold's body lay there, barely breathing.

"No way! Patrick! How did you blow yourself up again?!"

"The commander said to just scare them a little, but you insisted on buying shells to play with."

A regular kobold ran over shouting, his gaze sweeping over the horrific scene and then over the half-body hanging from a nearby tree.

"Tsk tsk, his butt's practically blown up into a tree. Looks like we can only reclaim half of his body."

The ordinary kobold sighed twice, then looked away and gazed at the player Patrick Star on the ground, his eyes filled with curiosity as he rubbed his chin.

"I'm curious, does your butt hurt?"

"They're hanging from the tree, how can they hurt?"

Patrick, barely clinging to life, glared at the ordinary kobold, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and mustered his last strength to say...

"Brother! Tell my good son, SpongeBob, that I sacrificed myself for art, that I'm a hero!"

"Are you fucking insane? SpongeBob is your son? How could that be?"

The kobold player was about to crouch down and collect the corpse when his expression suddenly changed.

The sound of clashing armor echoed through the forest, and pairs of wolf eyes and goblin figures appeared.

Chapter 67 Oh no! My home!

"grass!"

The average Kobold player stood up and ran.

"No, brother! I'm half dead! Come back soon!"

Behind him came Patrick Star's voice, shouting and singing, full of energy, not at all like someone who had lost his lower body.

The kobold player's face darkened, and he sped up again.

But it was all for naught. When the copper whistle came up, he had already ordered the wolf riders to disperse, form an encirclement, and then press up.

They hadn't run far when two lightly armored wolf riders appeared in front of the kobold player.

"Damn it! You all want to die, don't you?!"

Seeing the three wolf riders wielding long swords charging towards him, the kobold player's expression hardened. He lifted his clothes and continued walking without stopping.

Beneath his somewhat bulky clothes was a dynamite pack with a piece of iron inserted.

These three goblin wolf riders clearly had no idea what Bonebreaker had gone through before he died.

Without drawing their bows and arrows, they grinned maliciously and charged at the kobold players, brandishing their gleaming longswords.

"Damn it! Art is Patrick Star!"

In the instant they got close, the kobold player let out a loud roar and pulled out the metal plate.

The flint firing device was activated, the granulated black powder was ignited, and a fierce flame erupted.

The three wolf riders nearby were immediately pierced by the iron fragments that were ejected from the explosive charge, and then engulfed by flames, turning into charred corpses in the sea of ​​fire.

The goblins who had gathered around rode on dire wolves, gazing at the sea of ​​fire with unease and fear in their eyes.

If every kobold is like this, how can we fight the next war?

Copper Whistle rode up on his wolf king, feeling aggrieved.

The artillery positions are gone, but they were destroyed by the enemy themselves.

Facing a kobold, they actually lost three of their chieftain's wolf riders.

Wolf riders are extremely rare and difficult to train.

Their Black Iron tribe had exploited the Redtooth Gnolls for many years, and had also bred some themselves, barely managing to reach a force of sixty-odd.

The deaths of Shattered Bones and Raging Tide claimed the lives of more than ten others.

The Dark Iron tribe has only about fifty dire wolves left.

Copper Whistle's face was gloomy as he glanced at the surrounding wolf riders.

Especially the wolf riders under the Iron Crocodile leader.

He had warned them before he arrived that the enemy had alchemical bombs, but the leader's wolf riders were somewhat disobedient, which led to this situation.

But could he say that it was all the leader's fault for not capturing anyone alive?

The wolf riders lowered their heads, the dire wolves scratched nervously with their paws, and the copper whistle could only give the order with a sour face.

"Put out the fire!"

Several goblins dismounted from the wolves and began digging in the soil.

The sun has been shining brightly lately, but it's not yet autumn, and the leaves and trees still have a lot of moisture.

The fire was small and was quickly extinguished.

Upon arriving at the charred explosion site, Copper Whistle's gaze swept across the scene, noticing the wooden pipes bound with iron bars that had been blown away.

Sensing something amiss, Copper Whistle summoned a squad of wolf riders and sent them down the mountain to inform Iron Crocodile.

Looking up, animal skin flags began to appear again on various hilltops.