Chapter 310 Unexpected Collision

The cold wind was howling, blowing up waves of snowflakes.

The vast wasteland was gradually covered with white. Under the cover of wind and snow, the outlines of the distant mountains could only be vaguely seen.

The Anzeta Wasteland, known as the "Land of Extreme Cold", has finally entered a long and cruel winter. At this time, all living things on this barren land are doing their best to survive.

The climate in the north is always so unpredictable. Soon the wind and snow dissipated, leaving only white frost on the ground.

And on the snow-covered road, thousands of troops were marching forward with difficulty. Wrapped in thin cotton coats, they were like a black river in the white world, leaving a long trail of traces on the thick snow.

"Hurry! Follow up, those behind!"

"Take advantage of the good weather and hurry up!"

Viscount Farouk Edson rode on his horse, waving his whip and shouting at his men.

He is also a nobleman belonging to the Principality of Bosk. This time, at the request of Grand Duke Leo, he rushed to the battlefield with his family's private army.

However, he did not bring many knights with him, but instead brought a lot of serfs of varying quality as cannon fodder. Knights were the foundation of their family, so how could they be easily consumed?

Looking down at the thick snow under his feet, Viscount Farouk couldn't help but spit and complained:

"Damn the weather."

"I don't know what Archduke Leo is thinking, starting a war at this time."

Starting a war at the beginning of winter was a decision made by the northern nobles of the "Anti-Red Dragon Alliance" after many discussions.

Many people in the Burning Ash Kingdom's troops have the blood of red dragons flowing in their veins, and in the cold climate of Anzeta, their vitality will be greatly reduced, and they may even suffer casualties. The tenacious Scandians seem to be able to endure the cold winter better, so this is also called the "Winter Offensive" by Grand Duke Leo.

Noble armies from all over the North began to mobilize and gathered at the borders of the Principality of Bosk, the Principality of Fano and the Kingdom of Burning Embers, preparing for a desperate battle with the evil Red Dragon Kingdom. However, these nobles claimed that they were "giving their all", but it was unknown how much effort they could actually contribute.

For example, the Edson family sent out their unappreciated second son and gave him a group of ragtag troops.

"what is that?"

Farouk looked up and saw a few blurry black spots in the sky.

The expression of the squire knight beside him suddenly changed, as if he remembered some terrible rumors.

"My lord, it could be. Yes, the Redscale Conqueror."

"How can it be!"

Farouk's face was suddenly filled with fear and he was shaking all over.

He just wanted to gain some military merit on the battlefield. He thought that if he could reach the base and send these cannon fodder to the battlefield, he would be successful. He never expected that he would encounter such danger!
The reputation of the Red Scale Conquerors has spread widely in the North. It is said that they are a group of monsters riding on flying dragons. They will come with terrible dragon roars, bringing fire and death to the enemy.

The squire knight reminded:
"My lord, they seem to be just scouts."

"Ah, that must be the case. These red-scale conquerors are not targeting us."

Farouk wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a forced smile.

Those small black dots actually flew over the sky and just hovered in the air, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

"Phew, it's okay."

"As long as I send these cannon fodder to the front line, my mission will be accomplished."

"Almost there."

Farouk muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear, praying to the gods in his heart.

After passing through the pass ahead, they would soon reach their destination. Then he could stay in the safest tent and completely relax.

However, reality often does not go as planned.

"Om-"

All I heard was a shrill scream coming from above my head.

Farouk raised his head in panic, his eyes full of fear of the unknown, and saw metal balls falling from the sky.

"what is that?"

"It's going to fall!" "Get out of the way quickly, don't stop me!"

"Do you want to die?"

His "army" suddenly became a mess. These cowardly people were crowded and noisy. There was even a stampede. It was unknown how many lives were lost in the chaotic crowd.

"boom!"

Suddenly, with a thunderous sound, the metal balls suddenly exploded in the air.

Balls of flames fell from the sky, as if the gods were sending down "fire rain" as punishment.

The firelight was reflected in Farouk's pupils, and he muttered to himself:

"Gods"

After the metal ball slowly fell to the ground, fire engulfed everything.

There were people wailing and roaring everywhere, and the soldiers' cotton coats were burning. Even if they escaped by chance, they no longer had the will to fight.

This is the latest achievement of the Burning Kingdom Arsenal - the incendiary bomb, which can cause great damage to the enemy. However, this inhumane method has been condemned by some domestic scholars.

After a round of incendiary bombing, the soldiers had fled everywhere.

Farouk was lucky. He took off and discarded his burning clothes in time, survived the "rain of fire", and fled to his destination on his panicked horse.

"Damn it, such an enemy."

“We must leave here!”

However, just as he was about to pass through the pass, a mottled tide and countless pairs of turbid eyes appeared in front of him, and a noisy sound like dog barking rang out - it was the army of kobolds.

"Ouch~~"

The leader of the Kobolds, who was the largest and most dragonized, howled. He was the 33rd child of Jin Ya, but considering Jin Ya's romantic affairs, his ranking might be even lower. However, he was obviously not taken seriously and was assigned to be the leader of the cannon fodder army.

"Just some kobolds."

"They can't catch up with me."

Faced with the aggressive ogre, driven by a strong desire to survive, Farouk suddenly pulled the reins, and unexpectedly displayed riding skills that were normally difficult for him to achieve, and turned the horse's head in an emergency.

But the dog-headed people behind him laughed hideously. They raised their worn-out shotguns, added some oil from the ammunition paper bags, and loaded them.

"boom!"

"Bang! Bang!"

As the chaotic gunfire continued, wisps of green smoke emerged from the muzzles.

These gnolls had not received much training, and the accuracy of these obsolete firearms was not good enough, often causing bullets to fly everywhere.

But their advantage was that they were numerous enough. Dozens of shotguns fired at the same time, and three or four bullets hit Farouk from a hundred meters away, directly making his back look like a sieve, causing him to fall off his horse and roll on the ground for a long time.

Until his death, the Viscount never figured out why he was beaten to death by a group of kobolds from a distance of a hundred meters.

"I beat him to death!"

A kobold said excitedly.

"Get out of here! I was the one who killed him! I shot him in the heart!"

Another kobold pushed and swore with disdain.

Just like that, the two kobolds wrestled with each other, making angry noises like dog barks.

Finally, the tall and strong kobold leader walked forward, picked up the two kobolds with one hand, and stared at them with a grin.

"Now, do you know who killed this human noble?"

"Of course it's you."

The two kobolds curled up and answered weakly.

(End of this chapter)