The winding roads were filled with horses and vehicles and stopped moving.

The coachmen stood by the road and chatted with each other, talking about the ongoing war. The road was blocked by a imitation of four-wheeled carriage, and the team had to stop and wait.

The four-wheeled carriage in Hanfeng City uses metal axles, which are durable. Banshee Castle does not have this forging ability, so it can only use hardwood axles. This can be used, but it cannot be used for people to replace tough elm wood with cheap pine wood.

When it was light load, a layer of varnished pine wood looked good. However, when driving for a long distance, the cargo on the car crushed the axle alive.

If it is ordinary goods, just push the carriage to the side of the road and keep the convoy moving forward. But the vehicle that happened was equipped with the luxury tent of the Lord of Friedman City. No one dared to push it to the side of the road, and it had to be sent to the front line as soon as possible.

The lower-level officer was whipping the back of the carpenter in the army with a horse whip, blaming him for not finding the problem earlier. The people around him looked coldly and no one came forward to persuade him. Only the craftsmen were screaming and begging for mercy.

In the end, the grain loaded by another cart was only allowed to be unloaded, and the tent of the lord was first transported away. The unloaded grain and the carriage with broken shafts were pushed to the side of the road. The whipped craftsman knelt in the mud, enduring the pain of blood marks on his back, and repairing the vehicle. The fastest update is mobile::

After the convoy moved slowly again, an hour passed.

Inesa rode a war horse past this place, glanced at the numb craftsman, and moved forward without saying a word. Behind her were thousands of exiles from the Principal of Os, ready to attack the thick foggy fortress in the north.

The only old knight Nasser was still following His Royal Highness. Other exiles surrounded Viscount Tarak, as if they were supporting the new Lord, and were full of joy.

The nobles of the Grey Eagle Castle, the Minaret City, the Night Owl City, the Star Fallen City, the Long Night City, and the Northland all came. They brought their servants and vassals, rode horses and drove, and flocked to them.

The total number of people to the north is over 10,000, and the road capacity is limited, so you can only run horses and vehicles. The infantry slowly walked by the fields beside the road, maneuvering on their own legs.

This is indeed a desperate battle, and if you fail, you will have to perish.

Among the marching ranks, there is a team that is extremely special. It consists of a thousand ugly cowards, accompanied by more than a hundred demon officers.

The cowards are the lowest-level demons, with loose and pale skin, a big belly and a small head. They are always noisy and timid, cowardly.

These inferior demons are slow, stupid, and have poor combat power. They will run away if they are scared. But they have a huge number, and they will always cover the entire Wanyuan Plain in the bloody battles in the abyss.

The cowardly demons are also mixed with Fro and the Berserker as officers. It is precisely because of the existence of these intermediate demons that the demon army can maintain the advancement of the demon army, otherwise a thousand cowardly demons would have been separated.

The nobles in the North were greatly shocked by the emergence of the demon army. This was an irrefutable act of blasphemy, and no god would tolerate it.

But no noble was willing to sacrifice voluntarily in the next battle. It is better to have these low-level demons acting as cannon fodder than to die in battle by their own people.

The nobles were silent about this, as if this evil summons did not exist. The wizards in the north did not speak, and everyone was pressing their mouths and tacitly not mentioning this matter in their prayers.

Friedman had no way out. He appeared openly at the same time as the six-armed snake demon who turned into a human woman, and did not hide his sudden surge in strength. He also enjoyed the fear and respect of outsiders.

The team of more than 10,000 people spent two days approaching the foggy fortress and trying to encircle it. The nobles had enough troops this time, and they intended to surround Victor. Hugo later trapped him to death by relying on his numerical advantage.

Zhou Qingfeng would not let his opponent get close to him so easily. He was ordered to take a trap on a short 50-kilometer road. The simplest "free crossbow" was laid everywhere, and more improved "free mines" could be seen everywhere.

The exiles of the Principal of Os ran past the road, and followed the main force of the nobles. The team often felt the ground tremble as they walked. Two or three seconds later, they heard explosions, saw smoke columns rising into the air, and one or two corpses that were blown into the sky.

I don't know if the unlucky guy was caught.

The detonation method of 'landmines' has also evolved. Not only are there bolts triggered multiple times, but also have various types such as timing trigger and weight trigger.

When the team is moving, the ground will suddenly explode. Or if the person steps on it, it will be fine, but the carriage will press on it but explode. There are even a summoned undead who rushed into the queue with a bundle of explosives and directly exploded.

The repeated tosses caused little loss, but morale was greatly affected. Friedman could only grit his teeth and drive the team forward quickly and get rid of Victor Hugo as soon as possible.

At the same time, in the thick fog fortress, baskets of soil were being excavated and transported from the ground. Zhou Qingfeng stood at the entrance of the passage and asked the dog-headed man who was in charge of the excavation: "Can you accurately dig the enemy's camp?"

The kowtower engineer shook his head, "Sorry, Lord Lord, the enemy camp is more than a thousand meters away from us, which is too far away. Even if it can be positioned, the project volume is too large. This is really beyond our ability."

Zhou Qingfeng said 'yes', "So have all the traps around the fortress been dug?"

The dog-headed man slapped his chest and promised, "All fortifications within a range of 300 meters will be dug up, and those destroyed by the enemy will be repaired. Unless the enemies come from the sky, they will definitely fall into the trap and lose most of them."

There was a dwarf next to the dog kowtower, with a warhammer on the ground, and said with a hurry: "According to the orders of the Lord, the ten dwarfs and 100-man teams have been recruited. They are all the best warriors among the mountain dwarves, much better than the orcs who disrupted the war.

The nobles in the North have bullied us for too long, and we have long wanted to deal with them. Now those despicable guys summon the army of demons, which is absolutely blasphemy. We dwarves will never forgive such evil deeds."

Speaking of this, the dwarf patted the steel armor on his chest and exclaimed: "It must be admitted that human forging skills are no worse than those of dwarves. The equipment issued by the lord is very good, and we will not be afraid of those noble cowards."

The dog-headed man shrank behind Zhou Qingfeng's thigh and muttered: "What I sent to you is a magic armor. The Lord's skills are obviously better than your dwarves."

"Little Dwarf, you know what's the point." The dwarf glared at the kowtower, "Our forging technique is the best."

The dog-headed man dared not retort, so he could only continue to hide behind and mutter, "You are not a short person." He said to Zhou Qingfeng again: "Lord, don't worry. Your kindness is enough to move all the intelligent races in the North.

Those damn nobles are strong, but there are more forces willing to stand on your side. At least all of us kowtows are loyal to you."
Chapter completed!