Ride and Cut

Whether it is the mouthparts or the arthropods, although they look ferocious, the sand spider's attack ability can only be regarded as very average.

It is still a threat to the native tiger spirits who are naked. However, well-equipped is the fine tradition of Alpine Fort. The soldiers have a well-equipped iron armor, so they won’t get hurt easily with a little attention.

So at the beginning, no matter how amazing the momentum of Sand Spider is, it won't feel too much pressure.

But the real problem is-no one knows when tonight will be played. In extreme cases, it may be delayed until midnight. During this period, Sand Spider will definitely not stop even for a short intermission.

Prolonged fighting is too cruel and too harsh a test of physical strength. Freaks who can fight till dawn like Lord Lord are always only a minority.

Whether it is a tiger spirit, a barbarian, or a centaur, these top fighting races, without exception, have extremely long endurance, enough to support more than two hours of continuous combat.

For ordinary fighters, this data is so luxurious that it can be called astonishing.

But longer? They are not iron-struck. Sooner or later they will be tired, tired, and unable to lift their hands.

The real danger does not come from direct attack, but once the physical strength is exhausted, a straw has the power to crush the camel, not to mention the sand spider.

This is where the sand spider is really scary.

So Richard had to consider the factor of physical strength from the beginning, and the answer he gave was the three rows of kerosene barrels.

Nehru used a scroll to summon witchcraft.

The extremely eye-catching fireball exploded the barrel in the dark night, and a viscous liquid with a pungent smell flowed out, and the orange flame spread rapidly on it. Soon the kerosene barrels on both sides were ignited, and then on both sides, and then on both sides...

In the end, the entire row of fire and oil barrels all burned and turned into a wall of flames, blocking the front of Goliath's gap.

"It's okay, the money is not in vain." Richard found that the effect was better than expected.

After the last wave of sand spiders was killed, the follow-up has become much thinner, far less than the tide-like momentum just now.

Even monsters also have the basic instinct to survive and fear death, probably because there is a silk sac in the body that can be lit, and sand spiders are obviously afraid of high temperatures.

They hesitated at the wall of fire, and the pressure on the alpine fort was suddenly reduced. As long as a small and a half manpower is allocated, it is enough to deal with the fish slipping through the net, and other people can take turns to rest and recover their strength.

With the burning resistance of kerosene, everyone can rest for ten minutes.

Richard saw that Vera was unleashing healing magic on several unlucky ones who were accidentally injured. "Use all your divine power to release the blessing of Huiling. It can restore physical strength or range blessing. Now it is more practical than anything else."

"Then what do they do?" Vera asked afterwards.

"Holy water first deal with them, let them quit the battle, and wait until dawn." Lord Lord stepped on the long sword and gradually lifted into the air, "divide the priority, it is easy to cut."

"Where are you going?" Vera raised her head and asked.

"Go to Dracula and have a look." Richard left a tail curled, and people were almost gone.

When he rushed to Typhon Gap, the fire was burning underneath.

Richard could see clearly in the air.

According to the standard of the mainstream military code of mankind, Dracula's command is quite satisfactory. Although there is not much brilliance, he can't fault it.

Infantry and giant warriors guarded the front. All the archers focused on the high rear wall to shoot and support. The Skall heavy cavalry and the Shire warrior rushed out from the two wings from time to time to stir and mix, leaving behind a sand spider that was crushed into slag.

There are more giant shamans here, and under the leadership of Humming, they blasted various spells at the sand spiders, revealing extremely dazzling sound and light effects in the night.

Dracula played hard himself.

He flies up and down in the night like a bat, strange and dexterous. Holding the scarlet long sword condensed from blood in his hand, it went up and down among the sand spiders, like a gorgeous dance.

Whenever there is no room for hair, it can always twist the body, so that the sand spider hair can't touch one.

"Oh." The lord sighed, dived and landed on the top of the wall, "The cavalry retreat immediately, shaman, point the bucket."

Of course, the monster shaman could not disobey his orders. When the cavalry withdrew from the two wings, he raised his hand with a "Sargeras Crossed Flame Knife". The two flame scimitars flew in an arc, and finally met at the target, immediately igniting the barrel of fire oil.

The wall of flames burned swiftly, blocking the vast sand spiders from cowering.

"Your Majesty, you are here." Dracula's complexion was already pale, and at this moment it was almost no different from lime, and the vertical and horizontal blue blood vessels under his skin were clearly visible.

"I remember I told you that I would order the bucket every half an hour to let everyone rest." Richard's tone was harsh.

"But for many fighters now, it's just the level of warming up." Dracula retorted eagerly.

"You can take a rest now, and wait until you are tired to die before taking a rest. Two hours are useless!" Lord Lord looked at his obviously abnormal skin color and suddenly asked, "How much blood did you use yourself?"

Dracula felt slightly and said, "Two tenths more."

"It takes about seven tenths to maintain life, and only three tenths can be mobilized, and it takes up half of it in an hour?" Richard couldn't believe his ears.

"I only need about six tenths to maintain my life now..."

"Oh, then you are pretty good?" Richard rolled his eyes helplessly.

"The minister is terrified." Dracula's face became paler.

"I can understand your eagerness for success, but..." Lord Lord patted him on the shoulder, and the two slowly paced on the wall.

The bright moonlight is shining, and everything seems to be immersed in the slowly flowing clear pool water. If you ignore the burning flames and the remnants of the scorched sand spider, it is actually very clear and quiet.

"Since we came here, you should know that those monsters can never be killed." Richard placed his hands on the rough city wall bricks and stared out of the Typhon gap, "So for us, the most important thing is The goal must be to protect yourself first."

"Since there are countless sand spiders, why rush for a while."

If Buckland sees this scene ~www.readwn.com~, his glasses will probably fall off-the alpine fort lord, who has always been rough, will one day start to educate others not to be too rough.

This is not a kind of growth.

"My lord, I understand." Dracula stood straight like a javelin.

"The knowledge you learned in the military academy was designed to deal with humans." The lord clicked on his helmet. "Those things used to deal with sand spiders must be suitable, and some are not suitable. Head Be flexible."

"clear."

"correct."

"My lord, please give orders." Dracula nodded slightly.

"Can't you really **** blood to replenish blood?" Even if he knew the answer for a long time, Richard still asked with a look of unwillingness to gossip.

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