Chapter 1381 Fire Crows and the Ironstone Wilderness
The arrival of the magic tide is a difficult test for all planes!
Of course, with the huge size and powerful wizard community of the wizard world, no alien race or monster can shake this huge civilization.
However, the safety of the entire wizard civilization does not mean that all families or forces can be unscathed. On the contrary, during this period of time when the plane is chaotic and the rules are turbulent, any wizard family or force may suffer huge losses if they are not careful, thus losing their past dominant position.
This... is the most fundamental reason why many wizards are cautious about the magic tide!
Even the wizard world, which is so powerful, has to be cautious in front of the magic tide, and those medium and small planes whose overall strength is not as good as the wizard world are even more unbearable.
When the magic tide comes, when the plane barrier can no longer protect the internal space as usual, the natives or aborigines in it face the surging void hurricane and the vicious star beasts and monsters. There is no other way out except to die.
After all, in the confrontation between the planes, being weak is a sin!
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Goblin plane, Ironstone wasteland.
This is a desolate and lonely red land.
The soil contains too many minerals such as iron and aluminum, with little organic matter and strong acidity, and it is impossible to grow any green plants. The land that stretches for nearly a hundred miles is bare. Except for the lonely red peaks and the stone pillars eroded by acid rain, there are almost no living things here.
Because the soil is acidic and dark red, it looks like it has been soaked and rendered by blood under the sunlight, so it has also earned the title of "Devil's Land".
Since it is impossible to grow crops, it is naturally impossible to feed the population. Therefore, the area covered by the red land of the Ironstone Wasteland cannot see goblin towns at all, let alone large-scale intelligent biological activities.
However, in this dead silence, a huge roar suddenly came from afar.
Then, a fully armed goblin convoy appeared in sight. The heavy steel tracks of the goblin chariot crushed the hardened red roadbed, and the golden magic cannon on the top of the carriage rotated, pointing the muzzle at a dark and gloomy corner from time to time.
On the top of the first chariot, a goblin wearing a leather hood and tactical goggles leaned out half of his body, holding up binoculars and constantly scanning the tops of the surrounding mountains and the stone pillars and hills that can be seen everywhere.
The terrain here is particularly treacherous, and the environment is even worse. It is obviously not suitable for any intelligent life to survive. But when this magic tide came, the goblin convoy still did not dare to relax or slack off, and meticulously patrolled this weak area of space.
Yes, one of the main reasons why the Iron Stone Wasteland is so desolate is that it is a weak point in space. The chaotic magic energy that penetrated from the outside world changed the plane environment here and also caused the elements here to be unbalanced, thus creating the strange red land.
The goblin convoy is composed of eleven goblin chariots, which are generally equipped with magic cannons, goblin missiles and combat magic machines. Their mission is to patrol this iron wasteland regularly to make sure that no creatures from other planes take advantage of the outbreak of the magic tide to sneak into the goblin plane.
Of course, in order to better complete the patrol work, each goblin convoy is equipped with a goblin helicopter.
Therefore, just as the goblin convoy rumbled through the red land, a goblin helicopter numbered Flying Fish passed over their heads at an ultra-low altitude, then drew a graceful arc and flew towards a red isolated peak on the right.
The green hair of the goblin commander Pike, exposed outside the fur hat, danced wildly in the wind. He lowered his body, pressed the communication crystal in his ear, and roared loudly.
"Morris, you bastard... don't fly so close to the convoy. Damn, my eardrums are about to be broken by your terrible noise... Remember, fly higher and check Area 27. The instrument shows that the sealed witch formation there has been triggered, and it is very likely that something bad will sneak in. You have to be careful..."
"Flying Fish received, pilot Morris salutes you. I will go to Area 27 to investigate..."
Goblin commander Pike slapped the car with his hand, pointed in the direction of the goblin helicopter, and then raised the binoculars again to track the situation of the other party.
The entire goblin convoy suddenly turned and rushed towards a huge wind-invaded stone forest.
However, before the convoy approached the stone forest for three miles, the goblin helicopter that flew low over the stone forest was attacked by a group of birds. Fortunately, Morris, the pilot of the Flying Fish, was really good at it. He actually controlled the helicopter to dodge left and right, rushed out of the encirclement of the birds, and turned around and flew back to the convoy.
Commander Pike, who had been worried all along, was overjoyed when he saw this, and quickly directed the convoy to quickly set up a defensive formation. Amid a creaking metallic roar, the magic cannon quickly adjusted its muzzle, and the metal piles supporting the two sides of the vehicle body were nailed into the ground, and a layer of light blue light shield united to gather the entire convoy.
The goblin helicopter flew straight towards the convoy, and when it was about to reach the convoy's artillery attack range, the helicopter suddenly rolled rapidly to the side, drew a strange arc and flew out, revealing the strange birds chasing after it with a quack.
This is a group of strange birds that have never been seen before!
They look a bit like big ducks, but there is no hair on their long necks, only a strange red sac on each side of the bird's head. They are not big, their feathers are dark red, and their flying speed is average.
If they were not afraid of losing them halfway, they would have left them behind with the speed of the goblin helicopter.
The current goblin plane is no longer the goblin plane of the past!
After being influenced and infected by wizard civilization, the goblins, who have always been magic insulators, have also gained broad knowledge and rich plane experience. Therefore, the goblin commander Pike only used two fingers to identify this group of "monsters".
Fire crows!
This is a group of fire crows with the ability to spit fire!
The strange red sacs on both sides of their parotid glands are where they store strange saliva. When they spit out this saliva, it will quickly expand into a strange fireball the size of a human head when it encounters air. The attack power is half as weak as the fireball cast by human wizards, but the flames that explode are terribly sticky and can stick to the enemy and continue to burn.
This is also the most difficult part of the fire crows!
A single fire crow is not difficult to deal with, but the difficulty lies in the fact that fire crows are group monsters. They usually live in groups, with small groups of two or three hundred people and large groups of thousands or tens of thousands. How big their groups can reproduce depends only on whether there is enough food in the local area, and has nothing to do with anything else.
As far as Pike knows, there are no fire crows near this ironstone wasteland, and there are not many fire crows in the entire goblin plane. Therefore, he dared to conclude that this group of thousands of fire crows must be a group of "foreigners" who secretly migrated in through the plane rift.
When they understand the surrounding environment and terrain, they will definitely migrate to a place with more "food" nearby. And their hunting menu must also include goblins.
For the safety of the goblin plane, they obviously cannot be allowed to come and go freely.
Therefore, when the fire crows could not stop their momentum and flew into the attack range, the magic artillery of the goblin convoy instantly focused its fire.
Boom, boom, boom...
A series of energy fireballs flew into the sky, crashed into the fire crows, and quickly exploded into a sea of fire.
Although the fire crows can spit flames, that is only the credit of the special body fluids in their bodies, which does not mean that they are a kind of fire creatures. Therefore, the artillery bombardment of the goblin convoy caused terrible damage to them.
The battlefield was immediately filled with the angry and hoarse cries of the fire crows and the loud noises of the energy fireballs. A large number of fire crows were blown to pieces, and many were charred by the flames. The incomplete bird corpses fell to the sky like raindrops.
Those fire crows that had the chance to rush through the fireballs swooped down with a strange cry of "cackle", bombarding the light blue energy shield with strange fireballs the size of a human head.
Unfortunately, their individual strength was still too weak, and they were obviously unable to shake the energy shield supported by eleven goblin chariots.
The shield was shaking violently, and the exploded fireball did not shatter, but turned into streams of red liquid that slowly flowed and extended on it. When the red liquid met the air, it immediately ignited a huge fire, and it was also rapidly corroding this layer of energy protection.
After all, the number of goblin chariots was still a little small. Although the first round of attack directly reduced the number of fire crows by half. However, the subsequent attack was like an anti-aircraft gun hitting a mosquito against the fire crows that had broken up their formation and were flying all over the sky, and the lethality fell straight down.
Often, more than a dozen artillery shells were fired, and only a single digit of fire crows were killed and shot down.
And this small number was just a drizzle against the nearly 500 fire crows flying around in the sky.
The fire crows kept flying up and down, and tried hard to spit mucus on the energy shield.
From the looks of it, they seemed to be planning to burn through the shield and then rush in to fight a battle with the goblin chariots.
Since it was difficult for the magic artillery to focus on them, Pike immediately issued a battle order. The battle magic machines half-hung on the rear of each chariot moved their bodies and jumped down, then gathered in a row and attacked the approaching fire crows with dense energy rays.
At this time, the energy rays with fast firing speed and almost no flight time were more efficient than the energy fireballs. Although the power was a little smaller, the dense muzzles on the battle magic machines could make up for some of the lack of power.
Hiss, hiss, hiss...
The dense energy rays like rain rushed into the sky, no longer pursuing accuracy, but focusing on range coverage. This change in the way of fighting immediately caused the number of casualties of the fire crows to rise rapidly again.
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