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

The elite goblin squad, composed of Tier 1 members and with the help of the remaining sentries, easily captured various high points and mountain ridges.

It could even be said to be effortless.

Because the players have already run away.

However, there was one player who was a bit disobedient, like Patrick Star, and he was stopped.

He was a lone individual and didn't have any explosives, so he was arrested.

Before long, Iron Crocodile and Gray Owl reached the top of the mountain together, along with the captured player.

On the scorched clearing, the wolf riders stood guard around.

Iron Crocodile, Gray Owl, and Bronze Whistle stood in the center, with the captured player tied to their sides.

Why did they self-destruct? What were the results?

Iron Crocodile ignored the players, his gaze sweeping across the scene before he asked a question.

"I don't know either, the outcome of the battle..."

Copper Whistle shook his head, but a bitter smile appeared on his lips when he mentioned the results of the battle.

But Copper Whistle didn’t dare to hide it, and could only mention that the wolf cavalry were disobedient.

"understood."

Iron Crocodile glanced at Bronze Whistle but said nothing more.

Changing generals at the last minute is a major taboo; this time, I'll just serve as a whistleblower and complete my mission.

Any issues can be settled after the war.

Clang!

Iron Crocodile casually drew Copper Whistle's sword, turned around and held it to the player's neck, indicating Copper Whistle's presence.

Seeing that the leader did not blame him, Copper Whistle breathed a sigh of relief.

He quickly turned around, reached out and pulled the coarse cloth that was stuffing into the player's mouth, retreated behind the Iron Crocodile, and only then dared to raise his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

"I'll fuck you goblin dogs to death!"

As soon as the coarse cloth was removed, standard Chinese curses flew out of the player's mouth.

Upon hearing the unfamiliar language, Iron Crocodile knew they couldn't understand each other. His right arm muscles bulged, and he was about to kill the player when Gray Owl's voice came from beside him.

"Don't kill him."

The gray owl, who had been squatting on the ground studying the thick logs, turned around, looked at the player, and spoke to stop him.

Iron Crocodile frowned, sensing that what the kobold was saying was not a good thing.

But since Gray Owl had spoken, Iron Crocodile simply flicked his wrist, turned his back to Bronze Whistle, and shoved his knife back into Bronze Whistle's scabbard with a clang.

"Damn it! If you've got the guts, go ahead and kill your grandpa Zuo Zhengdeng!"

"If I don't kill you all when I run back in three days, I'll change my name to Right Right Step!"

Zuo Zhengdeng thought he was going to die and was still cursing, but he was stunned when he saw Tie E's actions and muttered to himself.

"Could it be that they have a language-knowing stone and want to interrogate me? But I don't even have a honey trap, so what can they use to pry my mouth open..."

Before the player could even utter the word "ah," the sensible copper whistle stepped forward and silenced him.

Is there something wrong with these wooden pipes?

The burly Iron Crocodile strode over to Gray Owl's side, crouched down, and asked.

"I think I know how they launch alchemical bombs now."

Gray Owl climbed over the log tube, asked Iron Crocodile for his sword, and cleaved open a relatively intact log cannon barrel with a few slashes.

Gray Owl ran his hand over the relatively smooth interior, his gaze sweeping over the traces left by the burning propellant. He reached out, touched it, and put it in his mouth to taste it.

"You mean the wooden pipes?"

Iron Crocodile's gaze swept over the several charred logs that had been blown apart, and he raised an eyebrow.

"Yes!"

Gray Owl pulled out his saliva-covered hand, shook it off, and turned to the controlled player, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

That makes sense.

These kobolds have gunpowder, but they don't know how to make cast iron cannons.

So they took a shortcut and used logs to make the cannon barrels.

The wooden tube has a rough interior, poor durability, and short range, allowing it to be fired only at close range.

When firing hollow cast iron shells, if there is too much propellant, the wooden cannon casing will explode, which can easily cause a secondary explosion.

He withdrew his gaze, a barely perceptible hint of appreciation flashing in Gray Owl's eyes.

These kobolds are smart, ruthless, and audacious.

Unfortunately, he was too clever.

Standing up, Gray Owl explained his guess to Iron Crocodile.

"The effective range of the wooden cannon is at most two hundred meters?"

Iron Crocodile asked.

"Yes. This time they were able to shoot farther because they were standing on higher ground."

The gray owl nodded.

"That would make things much easier."

Iron Crocodile grinned maliciously.

Two hundred meters is a distance that a single charge by the wolf riders can cover.

"However, there's still one thing I haven't figured out."

Gray Owl's gaze swept over the animal-hide banners on the surrounding hilltops.

Wooden cannons are lighter and easier to move than iron cannons, and they are also easier to hide.

If the goal is to bombard the camp, simply crippling the sentries on Hill 2 will suffice.

However, these black-scaled kobolds directly paralyzed all the sentry posts.

Furthermore, why did the Blackscale Kobolds' first shot not explode, but the second shot did?

Gray Owl explained the problem to Iron Crocodile and Copper Whistle.

"Could it be that they want to paralyze the outposts, bypass us, and reach our rear control zone?"

"Copper Whistle guessed."

After saying that, he shook his head and denied it.

"We recaptured the high ground very quickly; that's not even enough time for a normal army to cross the mountains."

"But they are not normal."

The gray owl spoke in a somber tone.

"Oh no! My home!"

Realizing something, Iron Crocodile's expression changed drastically, and he looked in the direction of the nearest goblin nest.

Chapter 68 Guerrilla Warfare

As dusk approached, the orange-yellow sunset cast its glow.

On the narrow mountain path, about thirty figures dressed in light armor, carrying weapons and dry rations, passed by.

"Wow! Just like Zhan Shuai said, there's no need to go through the mountains and forests, we can just wade across!"

Walking at the very front, I couldn't help but look back when the kobold player dared to kill my horse.

On a distant mountaintop, the black animal-hide banners of the Black Iron Army are slowly being raised.

"The reconnaissance team is ruthless! They completely crippled the goblin outposts!"

"Marching through the mountains? What's wrong with you?"

"Did you get burned today?" he muttered, glancing at the horse that dared to kill him.

"Even I know that marching in the mountains is difficult, and it's even more difficult in the forest. You'll sprain your ankle, fall and get injured, and there will be snakes and insects. You'll suffer a lot."

"We, the Traveling Frog, are like this; it's just our way of thinking."

I looked away, and the horse that dared to kill me chuckled without arguing.

These travel enthusiasts, driven by the allure of scenery and their desire for conquest, often pursue challenging routes and breathtaking landscapes.

Therefore, they tend to go to dangerous forests and scenic spots.

Then, unsurprisingly, an accident occurred.

That's how he came back from the dead, was conscripted by the "caliber is justice" faction, and thrown into the Rainbow Scale Clan.