The correct way to open the elf

Chapter 91: The Mound to Meet the Enemy
That is to wrap the prey in leaves and grass, bury it in the ground, and then make a fire on it.

The leader of the Cyclops could not forget the cooked wild chicken he picked up during the migration. The chicken was mixed with the fragrance of plants and the earth. Although he ate it all in one bite because it was too small, he would never forget the taste.

The leader of the Cyclops smiled, not only because he remembered the delicious food, but also because he saw a figure flash by in the distance, a figure that looked just like the food they caught, short and thin.

The robbers followed the route of the first robbery and headed for the banks of the Lengshui River again. Leading the way was naturally the One-eyed troll leader who was dragging logs as weapons.

The elven archers were all masters of guerrilla archery, so their eyesight was naturally good. They could see the tall one-eyed troll and the hundreds of equally strong trolls behind him from a distance.

The elven archer turned around and ran back, and when he saw Herbert, he quickly gestured.

The elven archers had their own set of tactical sign language, but it was too complicated. Feng Yu felt that they developed such a complicated tactical sign language with the mentality of developing a complete version of sign language.

He asked Herbert and the elf warriors to simplify the exclusive sign language and form a concise and efficient special operations gesture command language, which was then promoted in training.

Herbert was afraid of alarming the team, so he said to Feng Yu in a low voice: "A group of Cyclops trolls have returned. There are about 150 of them. It seems that they want to capture the migrating halflings and elves again."

Feng Yu took a private look and found a mound of earth more than three meters high not far away, which looked like a big bald head's grave.

"Does the Cyclops have any long-range attack methods?"

"If throwing dirt and clods and the weapons in their hands count, then yes, they are strong and can throw things far."

"Everyone go to the top of the mound and form three rows of firing positions. The artillery will set up the guns behind the left side of the mound where it will not affect the line of sight.

Quick, quick, set up the firing position as you normally do in training. Load the bullets and shells, and do not fire without orders."

Herbert gestured at the elven archers in the distance and said, "The Cyclops have discovered them and are running towards us, but their troops are scattered, as if they want to surround us."

"Fuck, I've been eating meat for half my life, and today I'm being treated as meat. And I'm still afraid that we, the meat, will run away. This is really fucked up Teddy.

Move the artillery to the top of the earthen mound, build a defense around it, and tell the soldiers that each of them should build a shrapnel-proof earthen mound in front of them. It seems that we will have to treat them to wooden-handled melons."

The soil on the mound was not very hard, and Feng Yu softened a large area of ​​it with a few hits of his gun. After a few kicks, he kicked the soil to one end and piled it up, forming a crude version of a single-soldier bulletproof pit.

This kind of shallow pit is absolutely useless for defending against things thrown by the Cyclops because the trajectory of the thrown ball is too curved, but it is absolutely no problem for defending against the fragments of the wooden-handled grenade.

What the elf soldiers usually train most is how to defend against the wooden-handled melons thrown by their own troops. Naturally, they know how to defend against the flying fragments of wooden-handled grenades while digging a submerged pit.

Feng Yu looked at the magicians who were standing stupidly in the wasteland, preparing to fight against the Cyclops, especially the Undertaker Nitia who was standing in the front. He cursed in his heart, "Stupid*" (originally it was *Don't guess randomly)
He pulled the obviously flustered Maggie over and said, "For the sake of the Moon Goddess, can you let these mages go to the mound? Are you standing here to help the Cyclops block the bullets?"

Ma Jie Li nodded in confusion. Just as he was about to call on the mages, Feng Yu stopped him again: "You have seen the power of the wooden-handled grenade, and saw how those soldiers defended themselves against the grenade fragments. Tell those mages to do the same. Otherwise, if they get their throats cut by the fragments, don't blame my weapon for being merciless."

Some of the mages in the camp had witnessed the weapon tests conducted by Feng Yu, and the rest had at least heard about the grenade blunder.

At Maggie's call, the camp magicians naturally ran to hide in the middle of the mound. Not only that, the ice and wood magicians who had shields to defend against damage also put up magic shields.

Nitia had never seen such a scene before. Seeing that the mages not only ran into the warriors' defense circle, but also put up magic shields, she couldn't help but sigh, how could the mages in the Cattail City camp, who were the backbone of the great sage Anthony, be so cowardly?
"Ms. Nitia, please come with me quickly. They will use wooden-handled grenades, the same kind that exploded under the Moonlight Rock where the royal family lives."

Nitia pointed to the small earth pits and said, "Although I heard that it is a powerful weapon, as long as I can defend against it like this, then there is nothing to be afraid of. I have rock armor and earth shield, so I don't need to hide there."

"Hey... you... just listen to me, okay? Rock Armor and Earth Shield can't defend against that kind of weapon at close range. Look, those mages have started digging craters to avoid bullets. Let's hurry over there!"

As a combat mage who had been fighting for a long time, Nitia would naturally not be too willful at this time. She walked over leisurely, stood beside the mound, and took out the staff from her pocket.

No matter how many times Feng Yu saw it, he could not accept the rolling pin-like staff setting. Are the elves so short of wood? Please, can you make it longer?

Regarding this issue, Nicole once told Feng Yu that the staff allows the caster to "connect" with the staff and the gems on the staff. The size of the wooden staff generally does not affect the effect of the spell, so this kind of portable staff design is the most suitable.

After all, the Elf Forest is full of thorns and trees, and a staff that is too long is not convenient to wield in it.

No matter what I say, I just can't accept it. A delicate and beautiful elf wizard holding a big magic wand, that kind of contrast is the highest pursuit of visual creatures!
What the hell is this about holding a rolling pin? Is it performance art or a shrew abusing her husband?
Nitia chanted a spell, and the land in the middle of the mound began to move as if there was a living creature wriggling underneath, and soon a circular pit was formed.

Nitia looked at the anxious Margery and said, "Is this okay?"

Margery nodded quickly.

Feng Yu curled his lips, looked at the Cyclops that had appeared in his sight, stood up, and said meaningfully: "No one is allowed to open fire without my order."

He glanced at Margery and said, "Master Margery, take your people to defend against the weapons or stones that the Cyclops may throw at you. Leave the frontal battlefield to us. Do you understand?"

Margery nodded.

(End of this chapter)