There were not many living creatures on the barren plains.
A demonized rat stood on a slope and looked into the distance. It seemed to have sensed something and its body trembled before it quickly burrowed into the ground.
A team came from afar.
Soon, the other party revealed their appearance. Some half-beastmen with cat ears and tails, who were originally hiding in the corners and hoping that no one would find them, were now strutting on the ground.
"Bang!"
With a loud bang, a Demon-Hunting Spider hidden in the shadows was hit. It drew an arc in the air and fell to the ground.
A female cat panted heavily and calmed herself down. She quickly touched the gun in her hand. In her eyes, there was no hiding her love and excitement.
Guns.
This was a weapon that the Abyss did not have.
Compared to using knives to cut open the enemy's body, the appearance of guns greatly reduced the danger of close combat. One hundred and fifty people, each of them wearing the carapace that was transported over, had blades on their bodies, and carried firearms filled with bullets in their hands.
They killed along the way.
Confidence was so simple. Phra still felt like she was dreaming. As early as the demonstration of the gun's effect, the people were eager to try it out.
After a simple preparation, a team of one hundred and fifty people embarked on the path of revenge.
Confidence came from the weapon.
The appearance of guns made the people feel an unprecedented sense of security.
Phra walked by the side. Even without her doing anything, her people began to move from tiptoeing to taking the initiative to attack.
A demon-hunting spider died on the ground.
Phra glanced at the corpse on the ground and did not find anything valuable, so she quickly continued to move forward.
Just like that, they walked for a while.
Obvious footprints began to appear on the ground, indicating that there were more creatures moving around. Phra suddenly stopped and waved her hand, indicating for the people to follow her.
Her vision was in front.
Under the dim sky, a set up camp appeared in front of her.
Kobold camp.
Kobolds liked to wear red and orange clothes, had rat-like tails, and their language sounded like barking puppies. These characteristics made them often treated as clowns. Not taking them seriously would be a fatal mistake, because the kobolds made up for their weaknesses in size and strength with their brutality and stubbornness.
Don't be fooled by their short stature and weak individual strength. In fact, they were very dangerous creatures.
Houndhead Men usually used melee attacks. Kobolds, like lizards, are oviparous and reach a height of three feet (nearly a meter) when fully grown. They have scaly skin that varies in color from dark rusty to light black, and smell like wet dog or stagnant water. Its eyes were like two bright red fires, with infrared vision up to sixty feet, and its vision was impaired in bright sunlight. The two small horns on top of its head could be any color from white to brown. Kobolds could speak their own language. 75% of them could speak Orc and Gnome languages.
In battle, they often used their advantage in numbers or various simple schemes. Kobolds especially hated dwarves. They would attack any dwarf within their sight, but they would think twice before attacking humans, elves, and dwarves. They would only attack when their numbers were more than double. They threw their javelins and spears at their enemies and only approached them after making sure that their enemies were weakened. Kobolds also hated spellcasters and would target them whenever they had the chance.
This short race also liked to set up traps filled with spikes, crossbows, and other mechanical traps. Near the traps, there would be observation windows and secret rooms for assassins. That way, they could pour oil, shoot weapons, or throw poisonous bugs at the people who fell into the traps. Kobolds were armed with spiked hammers, axes, javelins, short swords, and spears. Their shields were rarely made of metal and were mostly made of wood or willow. Their leaders and guards used better weapons.
It could be said that the kobolds did not have any psychological burdens, nor were they open and aboveboard. To them, as long as they could kill their enemies, they would accept any method.
This was a kobold camp, with a population of around six to seven hundred. The members were similar to the felines, but they were often oppressed by the other party.
Why?
Kobolds were a very complicated race. In front of the strong, they would bow and scrape, but in front of the weak, they would be violent and cruel. There was no doubt that the felines were soft persimmons in their eyes.
Perhaps it had something to do with their genes. Even if a kobold was only a few years old, they would have followed their parents into battle from a very early age. Killing was as simple as drinking water for them.
There were a total of three kobold camps nearby, and this was without a doubt the weakest one. Fra's goal was to train and familiarize her troops. Starting with a weaker stronghold would greatly increase her chances of success.
There was nothing to hesitate about.
Phra narrowed her eyes and pointed her gun at a kobold standing guard. She pressed down on the trigger until she heard a sound.
"Bang!"
The kobold screamed, and the guards nearby were alerted. The camp let out a long cry, obviously trying to defend themselves.
"Wu wu …"
Faced with Phra's sudden attack, the kobolds' first reaction was not to surround the enemy, but to howl and call for their companions.
After all, their clansmen had died too strangely. There were no arrows in their faces, but half of their faces had been blasted apart as if they had been hit by a rock.
A few kobolds stood on the tower, as if they were looking for the enemy's hiding place. A few pairs of eyes kept looking at the bushes.
Phra raised her hand and aimed the gun at these reinforcements. She pressed the trigger in the same way, and this time, their heads exploded.
Panic surged.
Two of their companions had died in such a way without knowing. This made the kobolds furious, and they swore to kill these despicable people.
Creak …
The door opened, and a group of murderous kobolds came out. There were more than a hundred of them.
These kobolds were the elites of the camp. Once they were taken down, they would control half of this stronghold.
"They're finally here."
Phra looked at all of this. Perhaps it was because she had been with Chen Feng for some time, but under such circumstances, the corners of her mouth unconsciously curled into a cold smile.
"Let's begin."
Following the order, the soldiers took out their guns and aimed at the enemies. Some of them even took off their clothes, revealing the high explosive grenades hanging on their chests. It was a little eye-catching.
It would not be long before these kobolds understood what true despair was!
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