This was the suggestion put forward by Chief Gavin. It was not to launch a full-scale war against the harpies as soon as they got started, but to hunt them on a small scale. The first is to verify the psychic bullet's lethality against the harpy in actual combat and collect more detailed data. Facts have repeatedly proven that this skill is very useful against savage and stupid harpies, knocking them unconscious for at least eight times and as many as ten times. The second is to weaken the overall strength of the harpies as much as possible. If one person is missing, they will lose a little strength. If possible, it is best to kill the entire harpy tribe through this kind of assassination. That would be perfect. This kind of thinking also exists in imagination. No matter how stupid the harpy is, she is not so stupid that she doesn't notice the disappearance of a large number of her clan members. The sky is getting dark, and the harpies that have gone hunting are returning to their nests one after another. Two harpies were hunted, and happened to be exposed under the eyelids of a returning harpy. They suddenly let out a scream of fright and anger, startling all the harpies on the Eagle Cliff. A large number of harpies rose into the sky, black and dense, like a dark cloud, circling around Eagle Cliff, looking for hateful enemies everywhere. The sneaky hunting team preparing to abscond was immediately exposed under their noses.
Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! Accompanied by a few crisp eagle calls. Seven or eight harpies gathered together, lowered their bodies, and dived menacingly. The hunting team's panicked flight turned into a fugitive. They lowered their bodies one by one and tried to crawl into the surrounding caves. This further stimulated the hunting desire of the harpies. How could they let the prey escape? They converged their wings one by one, entered into a dive, and quickly closed the distance. Just when the distance between the two sides was only ten meters or even less than ten meters. The fleeing prey suddenly turned around, with ferocious smiles on their faces. That is definitely not the expression that a prey should have, but that of a hunter. The Harpy's stupid brain was unable to react to the sudden change of roles. They didn't have a chance to react. Rays of blue light lit up from the surrounding caves, and invisible psychic bullets blasted into the brain, causing him to fall into coma. The second before they fell unconscious, what they saw was a scene that horrified them. Dozens of camouflaged cave entrances were opened at the same time, densely packed like a honeycomb, and dozens of Oeds rushed out from inside. At this moment, they, who were not even smart, knew that this was a trap and they fell into it. Only six of the eight harpies fell into a coma, and the other two were not affected. It is not known whether the Erd spell aimed at her failed or she was forced to save by her will. But before she could flap her wings and change her flight direction, the two subsequent psychic bullets sent them into the same state. The Erd ambush troops were already close at hand. They had obviously been specially trained. They formed a small team of three to five people, set up the Harpy and threw it to the ground. This is a more effective killing method than the daggers in their hands. By coincidence, it can directly break their cervical vertebrae and spine, even if they don't die, they can still be disabled.
At worst, their eagle wings can be broken. Even if they wake up, they can only flutter on the ground and have no chance to take off again. What's more, there are more ordinary kobolds waiting for them on the ground. Those who had already woken up when they landed were naturally dealt with by strong hands. The one who was unconscious was dragged into a narrow cave by several kobolds and stabbed wildly. Regardless of whether she woke up or not, the possibility of survival was almost zero. A set of combined tactics was defeated, which greatly inspired the kobolds who were lurking on the sidelines. It turns out that the battle can still go on like this. Including these eight harpies, their ambush took away fifteen harpies. This brilliant battle result even exceeded the battle gains of Yingya Cave in previous years. The fruitful results greatly enhanced the kobolds' self-confidence, making them full of hope of winning this battle. Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! The ambush against these eight harpies was carried out in front of all the harpies, which completely angered them. A harpy that was two times larger than an ordinary harpy. Its wings were a dazzling red color. Guarded by six equally strong harpies, it flew to the front. This is the queen blood feather of this harpy tribe. After the Harpy Queen appeared, she immediately sang loudly. Not only did she sing, she also jumped up and danced in the air. The guards around her responded in unison. This dance was more complicated than any dance Gavin had ever seen, not only because they were in the air, but also because they perfectly integrated their wings into it. The Harpy Queen is obviously like other harpies, her hands and feet look like terrifying eagle claws. But when the dance starts, people will unconsciously ignore this point, leaving only the white body, which makes people want to stop. Gavin felt that his right cheek had been punched again. Artoria snorted coldly, and her voice directly appeared in his mind: "I know you are a hot-blooded young man, but please divide your time and your partner, and don't delay the ambush. plan." "I was not deceived this time." Gavin also replied with his heart, "I have only heard before that some harpies can also perform a seductive dance in addition to songs of temptation. I didn't expect to see it with my own eyes today." "Okay, don't explain, there's nothing to be ashamed of." Arturia looked like she knew what she was doing, which made Gavin itch with hatred. As the harpy queen danced, the other harpies no longer flew aimlessly, but circled around her, singing loudly, composing a beautiful, melodious, and endlessly charming magical movement. The influence of this harpy chorus far exceeded the seductive song of a single harpy. They were using music to pull and weave the magic web around them, causing violent vibrations, spreading in all directions with Eagle Cliff as the center, covering several kilometers around. And it broke through the physical limitations, directly bypassed Gavin and his earplugs, and penetrated into the soul. Many kobolds could no longer bear it and staggered out of the cave. Just when the harpy chorus was about to reach its peak. Boom! A loud noise. It came from the depths of Eagle Cliff.
The loud noise was so huge. It was like the first roar of a sleeping dragon waking up. It was also like the heavy pulse of the earth. A dung scoop suddenly reached into a pot of good soup, completely destroying the perfect harmony of the harpy chorus, and even the power of temptation was seriously affected. Many kobolds woke up on the spot, and seeing that they were about to get out of their hiding places, they were scared and hurriedly hid deep inside. Dragon Roar War Drum. The earth is the surface, the dragon is the skin, Erd is the hammer, and the Eagle Cliff is the throat. This is the bottom-of-the-box magic weapon that the Eagle Cliff Cave has used to fight against the harpy tribe for a century. Once this big drum is beaten, it will not stop, and it cannot stop again, until Erd, who beats the drum, hits himself to death on the Dragon Roar War Drum. This is the price of using the Dragon Roar War Drum. Every kobold in the Eagle Cliff Cave knows this. When they heard the first Dragon Roar War Drum, they knew that it was time to charge and fight desperately. Because one Erd is only enough to beat the Dragon Roar War Drum a dozen times. "Do it!" Zack roared. He rushed out first. At the same time, countless Erds swarmed out from the tunnels around Eagle Cliff. Unlike before, these Erds no longer fought alone, but were divided into teams of five. The leading Erd did not hold any weapons, but each held a psychic stone. The four Erds following him also did not hold weapons, but held a large fishing net together, one corner each. The tactical thinking was very clear. The leading Erd fired a mind bullet, and the Erds behind him used a net to directly cover the harpy and dragged it to the ground. There were a total of twelve such teams, and on the periphery were the ordinary Erds who came to help. The sudden tactical change caught the harpies off guard. Seven harpies were controlled and tied into the fishing net on the spot. The Erd who succeeded, dragged the prey, and dropped to the ground, ready to smash the harpy in the fishing net to the ground. Falling from a height of hundreds of meters, let alone a harpy, even a giant dragon would be half dead. Of the remaining five teams, four failed to cast spells, and one team failed because the net team behind them did not cooperate well. The Erd who failed was furious. He pulled out the dagger he carried with him, aimed at the harpy's throat, and cut off her aorta with a fierce knife, which was bleeding. The severe physical pain stimulated the unconscious harpy to wake up. With a howl, she flapped her wings and clawed back, directly cutting off one of Erd's leather wings, and fell down in a spiral. The harpy with residual blood went completely crazy and rushed towards the other three Erds who were trying to reorganize the net. Bang!
The delayed mind bullet produced a secondary explosion in her brain, slowing down her attack. The three erdes did not bother to tidy up the net, pulled out their daggers, and rushed up, stabbing her neck, wings and other vital parts. No matter how tenacious the harpy's life was, it could not withstand such torment, and there was no chance of waking up. The remaining harpies were a little anxious. Especially those who were close to the captured tribesmen, they did not care about the chorus, howled, and rushed to the nearest captured tribesmen, trying to rescue them. Those erdes who were fighting for support rushed up one by one with swords and shields, posing as if they would not give way to the death. But when the harpies really turned their targets to them, they found that they were just bluffing, and they jumped very fast. The swords and shields were just beautiful empty frames. If they could turn around and run, they would run first. Boom! The second dragon roar drum sounded long and long. The harpy's chorus was disrupted again, injecting more courage into the kobolds. As if to cheer for the dragon's roar, the seven harpies were very close to the ground. No matter how they struggled and scratched, they could not get rid of the nets on their bodies, let alone stop themselves from falling faster and faster. They had the most intimate contact with the earth. Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! They played the last movement of their lives with the ground with their bodies. The melodies were different, but equally cruel and bloody. The powerful impact of falling from a high altitude directly shattered their internal organs, blood gushed out, and their bodies twisted to an exaggerated degree. Except for two or three, there were still their last breaths hanging on, and the rest fell to death on the spot. Odd, who threw the harpies down, didn't care whether his target was dead or not, and turned to drill into the nearest hole. This was a war that combined air and ground forces. Once the harpies landed, ground troops would naturally take over. Those ods had not yet returned to the cave. Those harpies still in the net were dragged into the cave by the kobolds who came out of the nearby cave. This round of attack had just succeeded, and another wave of od net-catching teams flew out of the Eagle Cliff cave to find their respective attackers. Once they succeeded, they immediately used the net to make up for it. It was just because of the time difference that far fewer harpies were captured at one time than the first wave. Scattered. One here, two there, and another one here. The harpies trapped in the net were dragged and smashed to the ground one by one like dumplings. Crackling. That scene was too bloody. Every time a harpy landed, all the kobolds couldn't help cheering, which meant that the opponent's strength was weakened by one point. The dragon roar war drum only sounded ten times.
Twenty-two harpies died. The harpies in the entire Eagle Cliff barely numbered over a hundred, and with those assassinated earlier, one third of them were gone. In the sky, the formation of the harpies became a little thin. The harpies were obviously a little scared. The harpy queen no longer cared about dancing seductive dances or singing seductive songs. She howled angrily and turned away with the harpies. Her IQ was obviously higher than that of other harpies. She knew that her enemies were well prepared today. If they continued to fight, they would not get any benefit. The dog-headed man in the Eagle Cliff cave finally turned the situation around. He was not willing to give up. He chased after them and did the same thing. In the blink of an eye, he captured three more harpies. Chirp! The harpy queen screamed angrily, her blood-colored wings fluttered, turned around, and rushed back. Her claws were flashing with enchanting blood. An Erd who was chasing too fast had no time to slow down and ran into the claws of the Harpy Queen. With just one claw, his entire chest was torn open, and his internal organs were pulled out, and he died on the spot. The Harpy Queen has a larger body than ordinary Harpies, but has a faster and more agile body than them. She danced again, but this time, it was no longer a dance of temptation, but a dance of killing. She used her four claws to the extreme, each of which was a deadly weapon. As long as one of them caught him, he would inevitably not be able to escape the next clawing. In the blink of an eye, four Erds died in her hands. Until her brain was also hit by a bullet - a mental bullet. She was unconscious for a very short time, only two or three counts. Erd, who was throwing the net, had just rushed up excitedly, and her scarlet eyes opened again, vibrated her wings vigorously, easily avoided the net, and took advantage of the situation to start a new round of killing. Of the four Erds, two were killed, one was disabled and fell in a spiral, and only one escaped. This was the result of another round of mental bullets exploding in her brain. Otherwise, all four would have been left behind. The ferocity of the Harpy Queen severely shocked the Erds who were pursuing the victory, and made them remember again how weak their melee ability was in front of this group of bird demons, and they must not get too close to them. The brilliant results they achieved today relied on tactical suppression, not their own rapid progress in strength. Under the crazy counterattack of the Harpy Queen, the Erds' subsequent results were relatively limited, and only three Harpies fell into the net again. The remaining Harpies all fled far away, and they still had an absolute advantage in speed. Under the leadership of the Harpy Queen, the Harpies did not return to their nest, but flew away. "Victory!" "We won." "The bird demon ran away, we drove the bird demon away!" All the kobolds cheered in victory.