Under the open sky, the gargoyle's ability to "harass" was extremely strong. In a battle of more than a hundred people, its role was not to "kill" but to affect the "morale" of the entire army.
In the era of cold weapons, the most important thing on the battlefield was not the formation or equipment, but the "morale" of the soldiers. When all the soldiers were afraid of the attack from above, they could no longer focus on the enemy in front of them. In this way, it was only a matter of time before their morale collapsed and defeat was inevitable.
Roddy had a deep understanding of this, so he and Natha used bows and arrows to lure the gargoyle into the forest. In this way, the cavalry could face the enemy with the highest morale and did not have to worry about the threat from the sky.
But Roddy would never have thought that there was a flaw in his plan: the gargoyle that was chasing after Natha was actually an "accident" in his plan.
The well-laid fishing net and dense forest put the gargoyle at an extreme disadvantage. It was like a ship sailing into a sea full of mines. The further they went, the greater the risk of "stepping on the mines".
But after three minutes of the battle, the gargoyle that was chasing after Natha did not fall. Instead, it quickly adapted to the rhythm of flying in the forest and threatened Natha several times!
The reason was that it was smaller than its three companions, so its movements were more agile and its flying speed was faster. It might have been a "defective product" that was in poor condition, but now it was an unprecedented threat to Natha!
Natha had already followed the steps that Roddy instructed and ran through the predetermined area of the forest, but the gargoyle that was chasing after her did not fall. Instead, it attacked even more fiercely.
She tried to fight back, but even if her arrows hit the gargoyle, they could not break through its tough petrified skin.
This result made Natha extremely passive. And when the gargoyle flew over her head again, because her dodging was too fierce, her short bow hung on a tree trunk and she had to let go.
Everything was getting worse, but at this time, the cavalry was already in position in the distance. No one could help her at all.
Although Rody was close to her, he was not aware of her predicament.
The "forest" was Roddy's "home field," so he was unusually relaxed. [Frost Stinger] shot out arrows one after another. Although the accuracy was not high, Roddy was actually using this method to guide the Gargoyle's advance.
The two Gargoyles were no match for Rody. In less than two minutes, they crashed into the fishing net and fell to the ground with a crackling sound.
Compared to the life-and-death battle in Paar Town, Roddy's battle this time was completely effortless. He carried the short bow and hummed a tune as he walked towards the dying gargoyle. Like harvesting wheat, he swung his scimitar and chopped down.
After the last hit, Rody noticed that Nata was in a sorry state. He frowned and looked at her. Soon, he noticed that the last Gargoyle was behaving strangely.
The short bow was raised, and the explosive arrow was instantly pointed at the Gargoyle. But after thinking for a while, Roddy slowly released the bowstring.
After running a few steps, he picked up the short bow that Natha had dropped and activated "Sprint" and "Leap" to catch up with Natha. He reached out and threw the bow at her.
"Where are your archery skills?!"
Roddy's shout shocked Natha. She instinctively caught the short bow, but she almost tripped on a short piece of wood under her feet.
"What are you thinking? You can't kill the enemy by running away! "
The Gargoyle whizzed over Roddy's head, but he ignored it and continued to shout at Natha.
Natha thought that Roddy would help, but after hearing these two sentences, she suddenly understood something. Her originally tired and panicked expression gradually returned to calmness.
Adjusting her breathing and her footsteps, Nata seized the opportunity to turn around and counterattack. After shooting three arrows in a row, she dodged the Gargoyle's attack by a hair's breadth amidst the falling leaves that were swept up by the strong wind!
The dangerous scene happened in front of her, but Roddy, who was standing not far away, still did not move.
Natha's arrow was once again bounced off the Gargoyle's skin. Although the attack was ineffective, Natha, who had calmed down, noticed that the Gargoyle's flying direction did indeed deviate at that moment.
This conclusion suddenly raised a strong fighting spirit in her heart. So, Natha, who picked up the short bow again, went from one extreme to the other … from an absolute passive escape to an absolute active attack. After almost all the arrows in the quiver were poured out, this troublesome Gargoyle finally hit the net and fell to the ground because of a flying error!
"Bang!"
Looking at the broken corpse in front of her, Natha's always indifferent face suddenly showed some indescribable emotions. Her gaze turned to Roddy, her lips that were always pursed opened slightly, but before she could say a word of thanks, Roddy raised his hand and threw her a quiver full of arrows. He turned around and mounted his horse.
"This is not the end, the battle has just begun."
*****
Three kilometers away, in the underground tomb.
"Summoning so many puppets … Looks like you've encountered quite a bit of trouble."
Magda's voice echoed in the tomb, his tone cold and condescending.
"My Lord, some blind guys want to challenge the authority of Giger Town. Viscount Tranka's military strength is not enough to solve this problem, so I chose to help …"
Ansadin put on a respectful posture and replied with his head lowered.
Because he knew that his body was about to recover, Magda no longer had the patience to continue staying in the underground third floor. At this time, he had one hand behind his back, and his eyes swept across Ansadin's body, then stopped at the shining magic circle: "Blind guy? For you to use so many puppets, the fight between humans has already escalated to the level of war? "
Ansadin lowered his head, trying to hide his expression, and replied in a low voice: "It's just to ensure that no one knows that I've taken action, my Lord."
Magda did not comment, and walked around the stone chamber for a while, then said: "My bow still hasn't been found?"
"My Lord, your bow … According to the investigation, it should have been taken by that guy called Roddy —"
Ansadin's answer made Magda's right hand clench into a fist, and the sound of bones cracking could be heard, but in the end, he did not continue to say anything … Obviously, to the "Blighted One", this was already an unforgettable shame.
"But in order to help you recover as soon as possible, I specially found this bow …"
Tyrant An did not care about losing a treasure to keep Magda in the dark, so he very respectfully took out a bone bow from the cabinet, and held it in front of Magda with both hands.
The "Blighted One" did not even look at Ansadin, and reached out to pick up the bone bow, and then immediately put it back.
"It's too far off."
"It's just … just a temporary replacement, my Lord."
Under Magda's usual arrogant attitude, Ansadin tried his best to smile, but in his heart, he had already dug out Magda's family tree and cursed.
He still wanted to say something, but the sudden crack of the magic crystal on the puppet formation made the two of them turn their heads at the same time.
"Crack."
After a clear cracking sound, the Magic Crystal at the edge of the Magic Circle suddenly lost its original bright luster. Ansadin squinted his eyes, and just as he was about to say something, he heard Magda laugh at the side: "It seems that your puppet is really useless, can't even defeat a human?"
Ansadin tried his best to smile, but his heart was in turmoil: that Magic Crystal did not represent any other puppet, but one of the four Gargoyles!
Logically speaking, the Gargoyles were the puppets with the highest survival rate, how could they be the first to be destroyed?
Magda stood next to the Magic Circle with interest, and continued to ask: "Who is it? A noble's private army? "
"It's … private army, my Lord."
Just as he finished speaking, "Crack," two more Magic Crystals in the Magic Circle broke, and Ansadin's face became more and more ugly: it was still a Gargoyle!
Magda did not know that it was a Gargoyle, and she only shrugged and said: "Do you want me to tell His Majesty Augustine about this? The mighty Ansadin's puppets were actually destroyed by a human army, even His Majesty would not believe it. "
This was actually a common understanding among the undead: even the weakest puppet was stronger than an ordinary soldier. Even if it was an "Earth Puppet" whose overall strength was relatively weak, when faced against a human soldier, it was not empty talk.
Ansadin's eyebrows slightly trembled, it was impossible to say that he was not angry after being mocked like this, but this Potion Master was quite shrewd, and he just squeezed out a smile and said: "This is an expected loss … after all, the enemy's strength is stronger than expected, but after this, there will definitely not be a similar situation …"
Before he finished speaking, another Magic Crystal broke as if it was mocking him, not giving Ansadin any face at all.
At this point, all four Gargoyles were destroyed.
Ansadin felt a little uneasy in his heart, there were only nine of them, how could they kill four Gargoyles?
Fortunately, undead did not sweat, otherwise he would definitely raise his hand to wipe the cold sweat off his forehead.
In the next two minutes, Ansadin held his breath and looked at the magic circle in front of him, his fingers slightly clenched, his heart was very nervous, but to his relief, the remaining Magic Crystal did not show any signs of breaking.
It was just an accident, there were still thirty puppets … no matter how strong the nine opponents were, they would definitely be crushed.
"Looks like the battle is over?"
Magda was a layman in "Necromancy", he judged this conclusion from the time. Although he was mocking before, he was not stupid enough to hope for the puppets to lose.
"My Lord is wise, those are just a bunch of clowns, not worth mentioning."
Ansadin raised his head and smiled, the uneasiness in his heart slowly dissipating, he did not know why he was so nervous … He estimated that in a short while, he would be able to see the Iron Puppet holding Roddy's head in front of him.
Heh, when that time comes, he would want to see Magda's expression … Not being able to kill Roddy with his own hands, to Magda, was definitely something worse than losing his bow and arrow.
If he wanted to find out who was responsible, he could just push the blame onto Tranka, and just say that he was purely helping, that bastard definitely had no reason to be angry at him …
Ansadin imagined the aftermath of this incident, he could not help but laugh out loud, and then hurriedly "cough" to hide his inner plan, but just as he was about to walk out of the tomb and wait outside for the puppets to return, a sound came from behind, and his originally proud expression completely froze.
"Ka!"
"Ka!"
"Ka!"
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