The Drakonid camp.
The dog-headed hindrance had been cleared out.
The pungent stench of blood had masked the thick stench after the dog-headed blood was sprayed all over the camp.
For the Drakonids who wandered the fringes of war, the stench of blood was not unpleasant. Instead, it made them feel extremely comfortable and relaxed.
The Drakonids had actually brought along some food and supplies in their long journey here. Still, considering the unpredictability of future battles, it was never wrong to prepare more rations. That was why Chief Will had sent out a food expedition team to cause trouble for the natives.
The Dragonoid warriors gathered together in small groups, raised bonfires, and set up cauldrons. Soon, the delicious aroma of cooked beast ribs wafted in the camp.
There were even a few Drakonid warriors who threw off their armors and weapons during the short break before the meal and began to fight with their bare fists.
The Drakonids worshipped martial prowess, and such a fair duel was the best stage to display their individual bravery.
That was why the Drakonid captains did not rush forward to stop them, and instead surrounded the area with the ordinary Drakonid warriors, cheering for their familiar companions while laughing and cursing at the other side.
The atmosphere in the camp was warm and clamorous, but there was a sense of harmony that outsiders could hardly understand!
"These energetic little fellows …" Vice Legion Commander Eden, who was standing on a high slope of a campsite and looking into the distance, turned around and scolded with a smile.
Though it was a scolding, there was a hint of pampering in his tone.
Chief Will also turned to look at the camp, but shook his head and frowned as he turned his gaze to the distance again. If it was in the past, he would have done the same as Eden, smiling or roaring as he charged into the camp and threw those troublemakers around with one hand.
But now, an oppressive emotion that he could not confide in others occupied his heart, and he could not let it go for a long time.
"What are you worried about?" Eden asked in concern when he saw his old comrade frown. "Is it the food expedition team or Mount Twin Peaks?"
Eden did not even mention the believers of the Cult of Dragon Worship.
Those despicable trolls relied on subservient fawning and useless prayers to win Lady Philiba's favor. The dragonfolk looked down on such behavior, which was why they loathed the Dragon Worship Religion believers.
Two hundred followers of the Dragon Worship Religion sounded like a huge army. But if Eden was given a small group of Dragonkin Warriors, he was confident that he could slaughter them all within half an hour.
It was precisely because of such a great difference in combat that the Drakonids disdained the Dragon Worship believers who only knew how to kneel and pray, even hoping that they would encounter a powerful magical beast and suffer heavy losses.
Commander Will did not answer his old comrade's question directly. His eyes were still scanning the thick fog in the distance.
"How long has the grain collection team been gone?" Will narrowed his eyes and asked in a low voice, "According to my calculations, they should have returned half an hour ago!"
Eden was also a veteran of many battles. After Will's reminder, he lowered his head and did some calculations to realize that something was amiss.
"The merfolk camp that they went to is less than five miles away from here. Unless they encountered something particularly troublesome, otherwise … they should have already returned. How about … I bring some people over to take a look? "
"There's no need! They might never return … "Will's four amber-like eyes suddenly shot out flames of rage." I've felt that something was wrong ever since we entered the Swamp of Sorrows. Now, it seems that we've underestimated the enemy! We've unknowingly stepped into the enemy's trap. The enemy wasn't defending the Stoneclaw Mountains at all. Instead … they've come here to intercept us. "
Vice Commander Eden shuddered at those words. When he scanned the thick fog again, there was a hint of rage in his eyes.
Fear had never appeared in the dictionary of the Drakonid warriors.
The Dragon People would only hate and be furious at those despicable fellows who lurked in the dark and played dirty tricks, but they would never fear them!
"I'll gather the troops and have the little ones stay alert!" Vice Commander Eden made a prompt decision.
After kowtowing at Will, Eden crushed a black scorpion that had crawled to his feet with a single kick. Then, he galloped down the slope with his two subordinates.
Will scanned the camp's surroundings without turning his head. He didn't notice that wisps of grey smoke were drifting out of the black scorpion's remains that had been trampled into meat paste by Eden, silently blending into the damp, gloomy mist.
And at that very moment, the entire Drakonid camp was actually shrouded in that bizarre gray smoke, but no one noticed it due to the mist.
Just as Will silently guessed what the hidden enemy was up to, a modified enchanted airship slowly flew above the camp and circled around.
If it were a passing goblin airship, the rumbling of its crude steam engine could be heard clearly from seven to eight miles away. Not to mention the mechanical parts and engineering gears that creaked when they were turned. Unless the other party was deaf, it was impossible for the deafening sound to reach the top of the Dragonoid's head without the enemy noticing.
The sound produced by the magic airship was extremely soft after its power source was converted into mana. With the mist concealing them, the chances of being discovered by the Drakonids were even lower.
On the enchanted airship, gnome technicians wrapped in leather coats and wearing high-grade technician goggles with green lenses lay prone on the edge of the airship, using the penetrating perception of the goggles to silently observe the drakonid encampment beneath them.
An esteemed goblin engineer was softly directing an engineering robot, carefully placing a three-meter-long cigar-shaped bomb into the hole.
When everything was ready, the goblin engineer pressed on the communication device in his earpiece, and reported softly to the distance. "Hummingbird No. 1 calling the Eagles' Nest … Hummingbird No. 1 calling the Eagles' Nest … The Destroyer is in position … Hummingbird No. 1 awaiting further instructions …"
In the void, invisible energy waves quickly spread into the distance, directly transmitting the news to the heavily guarded temporary camp.
Mary took off her earmuffs and gently threw them onto the metal platform. She then leisurely placed her slender legs on the platform. The three Blood Knights stood in a row behind her, while the old fox Venlier whispered something into Mary's ear with a smile on his face.
In a corner of the tent, the Grade 2 Drakonid Zacha was half-sitting and half-lying on the ground, carefully wiping the lightning spear that had been with him for many years with a dry cloth.
Descella, Medusa, Endor, and Charon, who were out on a mission, had returned one after another. Apart from Endor, the rest were all injured, with Medusa's injuries being the most serious.
However, with the help of large amounts of healing potions and HP potions, Medusa's injuries were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. With another fifteen minutes of rest, she would be able to basically recover her combat strength.
However, the Worm Lich Bliss who had gone out to kill the Dragon Worship believers had yet to return. According to the news, Bliss had mobilized his insect army, and together with the Combat Magic Machines, he had already gained the upper hand in that battle. However, there were some tough ones among the Dragon Worship believers who could activate some powerful fire abilities, so the loss of Magic Machines was greater.
It seemed that Bliss would not be able to make it in time for the main attack on the Drakonid camp!
After waiting for another quarter of an hour, when the Medusa's head emerged from the huge barrel of herbs, Mary put down her legs and stood up in high spirits, shouting, "Prepare to attack!" Then, she took the lead and strode out of the tent.
With a single command, the temporary camp suddenly seemed to have been installed with a high-speed motor, and began to operate with high efficiency.
163 Combat Magic Machines were divided into different combat teams according to their attack type, lined up neatly, and marched towards the mist with heavy footsteps that shook the mountains.
On the other hand, the wizards led by Mary were stealthily moving forward in the middle of the magic machines.
Mary did not stop giving orders as she moved forward. The spies and spies that were scattered around the Drakonid camp also began to shrink their battle lines, like an airtight net that was slowly cast towards the Drakonids.
Even with the cover of the thick mist, the large-scale movement of the Magic Machine army could not escape the senses of the Drakonids.
In the Drakonid camp, the shouts and curses of the Drakonid captains resounded everywhere. Teams of Drakonids were gathered together, and were assigned to different areas according to their combat habits.
This so-called Drakonid camp was actually seized from a native race of kobolds.
There were no solid walls or barriers around the camp that could hold the fort, but there were large mud ponds or ponds on three sides, and only a mud path about ten meters wide could lead straight to the camp.
Therefore, the Drakonids made full use of the terrain, and set up a heavy army at the end of the mud path leading to the camp, forming a solid line of defense.
To be honest, the Drakonid army was known for its wild and ferocious battles in the past, and almost never played defensive or counterattack. It was just that the enemy's arrival this time was too sudden, and appeared menacing, which forced Commander Will to change his original intentions, and wanted to first figure out the enemy's actual strength before deciding on the follow-up actions.
And the enemy's little thoughts fell right into Mary's calculations.
Although Mary was not adept at scheming, with the help of Old Fox Venlier, it was still a piece of cake to tease a Drakonid army commander.
Under the watchful eyes of nearly two hundred Drakonids, the orderly metal magic machines parted the mist, and approached the Drakonid camp step by step with earth-shattering steps. That bloody and murderous aura left even the experienced Drakonids a little uncertain.
Both sides were slowly approaching each other.
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