I am a god in another world

The area where these monsters chose to block the road was not too dangerous, at least not the kind of dangerous area with canyons on both sides.

If it was really that kind of area, the caravan would be cautious in every move, and would definitely send out scouts to search the surrounding area repeatedly.

However, it was not conducive to the caravan to gather the car formation. There was no such large open space around. Once three or five trucks gathered together, they would be squeezed together, and even the armed knights would be very difficult to mobilize.

In this situation, the best way to deal with it is to rely on the trucks, stay in place, provide long-range support, and leave the rest to the armed cavalry.

The Crimson Feather caravan, from the commander to the driver and guard, has rich experience and made the most correct choice.

Those ordinary drivers and guards are still like this, not to mention the armed cavalry, who quickly gathered around the leader Cliff, formed a cavalry squad, and took off the horse bow.

"Shoot!"

With an order, a rain of arrows shot out from the caravan.

The title of the second Zhentarim of the Crimson Feathers is not just a boast.

From this caravan, we can get a glimpse of their luxurious armed equipment.

In addition to the hundred armed cavalry, each truck is also equipped with a driver and a guard.

The former is equipped with a single-arm crossbow, and the latter is equipped with a longbow.

One stands on the seat of the truck and shoots horizontally, and the other relies on the truck to shoot.

The general monster group can't withstand two waves of arrow rain and will be scattered.

To be more precise, most monster tribes will take a detour when they see such a caravan. They are lucky if they don't destroy them, so how dare they rob them?

The Crimson Feathers are naturally not facing an ordinary monster tribe this time. Their members are not only messy, but also have an astonishing number.

After three waves of arrow rain, they are still densely packed, and they can't be counted at a glance. There is no sign of collapse. In the blink of an eye, they have rushed to the front.

"First Squadron, change guns! Charge with me!" Cliff, who has already run to the end of the team, ordered loudly.

One third of the Crimson Feather Armed Cavalry put away their bows, raised their spears, and followed Cliff to trot and charge in the direction they came from.

Due to the terrain, when these monsters attacked, it seemed that there were monsters on the ridges and ridges, but in fact, they were sparse and not too many. Under the joint shooting of the coachman and the guards, they could not raise their heads, let alone rush to the front.

The main force of the monster tribe was concentrated on the business road behind them.

Boom!

The high-speed charging armed cavalry and the surging monster troops collided heavily.

One side had sophisticated weapons and strong armor, and even the war horses were equipped with horse armor.

The other side had simple weapons, scarce armor, and a messy lineup.

The victory or defeat was self-evident.

The monster army fell down in unison, but the armed cavalry did not move at all. They threw away their spears, drew out their knight swords, and chopped them down, curbing the monster army's greatest offensive momentum.

Hundreds of arrows fell behind the armed cavalry, harvesting the lives of the monsters.

Just when the war situation was leaning towards the Crimson Feather Caravan, something strange happened.

A dozen extremely agile figures suddenly jumped out of the monster group, bare-handed, and jumped to the side of the armed cavalry who were fighting hard, and hit them hard with a palm.

Those armed cavalry fell off their horses as if they were hit by invisible shells.

Those armed cavalry who fell off their horses were drowned by the surging monsters before they could get up, and more died than survived.

Cliff, who was leading the fight, saw this scene, and his eyes almost broke, and he roared: "Fighting Qi! Warrior monks! This monster tribe is controlled by humans. Everyone, be careful of the sneak attacks of those warrior monks. Second squadron, charge."

This strange way of using fighting Qi was the first time Cliff had seen it.

Thirty more armed cavalrymen put away their bows and trotted away. In the last dozen meters, they reached their maximum speed and crashed into the monsters.

Before the armed cavalrymen could crash into them, there was a commotion among the monsters.

A roar that broke the eardrums came, and a petite figure turned into a huge monster in the blink of an eye, soaring into the air, and the black dragon wings cast a shadow of death.

Pterosaur!

This is a huge pterosaur!

The sudden change frightened the charging horses, causing them to either jump around or brake suddenly. Some even had their legs softened and knelt directly on the ground, throwing the cavalrymen on their backs out.

The extremely sharp charge instantly turned into a pot of porridge, and less than one-third of it crashed into the monster army, and the lethality it exerted was very pitiful.

Soon, like the armed cavalry of the first squadron, they fell into a bitter battle.

What was even more terrible was that the terrifying pterosaur above opened its mouth and sprayed a strong acid dragon breath at the place where the armed cavalry were most concentrated.

"Ahhh... My eyes, my eyes!"

"Hiss hiss..."

"My neck, my neck!"

"My arms... My arms..."

Although the strong acid dragon breath failed to break through the knight armor on the armed cavalry, their defense was not impenetrable.

Since any place not covered by equipment is easy to be hit, especially the eyes, neck gaps, arm gaps, etc., these armor joints have become places where strong acid drips and corrodes.

Especially the horses under their crotch, whose defense was even worse. After being corroded and burned by the strong acid, they jumped up one by one and directly threw the cavalrymen on them away.

Cliff, the leader of the Crimson Feather Armed Cavalry, felt that he was going crazy.

A living person suddenly turned into a pterosaur, which could be explained by the druid transformation.

When did a pterosaur actually breathe dragon breath?

Even if it was a druid, it had never been heard of.

And the group of human monks before, how did they get mixed up with monsters?

Cliff instinctively guessed that this was a trick of the Zhentarim. They were intercepting their own goods, or in other words, hiring the Crimson Feather to transport their goods was a trap at the beginning.

But this trap was activated a little too early, and Rockland and the others had not left for one-third.

Even if it was activated, it should have been when they entered the Goblin Border and were about to reach their destination, the Dark Castle.

One rises while the other falls.

The armed cavalry was seriously injured, and the monster tribe was greatly encouraged. They screamed and rushed forward fearlessly.

The group of human monks appeared again, hiding behind those strong monsters, and occasionally attacking with fighting spirit.

This special attack infused with true qi has a strong impact. Even if they are prepared, it is easy to be knocked off the horse.

After a few rounds, another eight or nine armed cavalry were knocked off the horse and drowned by those monsters.

The most fatal thing is that the pterosaur that can only spray strong acid dragon breath has passed them and flew towards the caravan.

Those drivers and guards did not have such a firm will as the armed cavalry. Even at a disadvantage, they still resisted stubbornly.

They were confused and many instinctively changed the direction of attack and aimed at the pterosaur in the air.

However, this was not a real flying dragon, but one with human intelligence and skilled in arrow dodging skills. It danced back and forth in the air. Most crossbow arrows could not even touch its shadow. A small number of arrows that were shot close were also deflected by the wind from the black wings and landed on her, a little soft and powerless, and did not directly break the armor - this pterosaur was covered with dragon scales similar to those of a red copper dragon.

The pterosaur seemed to have just discovered that the dragon scales on its body were so defensive, and it suddenly became bolder. It seized the opportunity and swooped down.

It bit off the head of a guard in one bite, and the swinging tail thorn pierced the driver on the car.

As it rushed forward with its dragon wings fanning, it swept the driver on another truck away.

The guard next to the truck was directly timid, dropped his longbow, and screamed and ran away.

Doing this just made him die faster.

The falling pterosaur stepped on him directly, and his huge weight crushed him and deformed him, killing him on the spot.

The flying dragon landed and stayed for less than a second before it flew up again while running and flapping its wings. In this gap, its tail sting harvested two more lives.

As the last reserve, the third squadron of the armed cavalry slowly turned back from the head of the caravan at this time.

What greeted them was the strong acid dragon breath of the pterosaur.

This time, the armed cavalry was prepared. At the moment when the strong acid came, those who could dodge on horseback did so. Those who couldn't dodge directly hid under the belly of the horse with superb riding skills, but the result of doing so was that they turned themselves from cavalry into infantry.

This wave of strong acid dragon breath had limited lethality, only turning six or seven cavalry into infantry, weakening their mobility.

When the caravan's attention was mainly focused on the pterosaur, the monster troops that were originally suppressed and couldn't raise their heads got the opportunity and rushed up with a howl.

When the first monster jumped into the caravan, the situation was completely disrupted.

The drivers and guards, with their ranged weapons and the courage to resist, were clearly at a loss when the ferocious monsters got close to them.

Especially when facing the hobgoblins and orcs who had obvious size advantages, they often couldn't even hold out for a round, and either turned around and fled or were directly knocked away by violence.

Not even half of them could kill in desperate situations.

There were cases of playing the pig to eat the tiger, but they only appeared in those cobbled-together caravans, not in this large-scale established caravan.

If they had this ability, they would not be drivers or guards, but would be selected as armed cavalry.

The pterosaur suddenly swooped down again, but this time the target of the attack was not the drivers and guards, but the monsters that had just entered the caravan. While sweeping them away, it roared like a dragon: "Don't destroy the trucks. The goods on them are all our spoils of war. Whoever dares to destroy a truck, I will kill him first."

These blind monsters lit torches from somewhere and used them as weapons, waving them wantonly.

If they were allowed to continue, they would definitely set the whole caravan on fire.

Seeing that the situation was irreversible, Cliff roared, chopped off the head of the earth elf beside him with a sword, turned his mount, and knocked the saddle hard.

Both the man and the horse were shrouded in a magical halo.

The mount under his crotch involuntarily threw away its four hooves, and instantly entered a high-speed charge state from a standstill.

All the things in front of them flew out involuntarily before he could reach them.

Collision!

The auxiliary skill of the magic horse armor.

Chris not only cleared a path for himself, but also created space for the entangled armed cavalrymen. Those who had the chance followed this path and started their horses.

Only when they entered the moving state could the cavalrymen exert their strongest combat power.

When Chris rushed to Darcy, there were already 20 armed cavalrymen around him.

After seeing the situation here, Chris, who was originally furious and ready to ask for punishment, stopped.

Darcy was covered in blood, and there were three human corpses of unknown origin lying beside him. Judging from their attire, they were definitely thieves and assassins who were proficient in stealth.

It was not that Darcy did not want to provide them with spell support, but that he could not provide it.

As a spellcaster, he had been targeted by others.

By the time he dealt with the assassins here, the pterosaur had already taken off, so he naturally did not dare to act rashly.

Once he cast a spell, the opponent would definitely land first and kill him.