Clash of Lords: Civilization Game Comes to Reality

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The goblin, who was carrying wood blocks to build a fixed fishing net, looked at the light spot of the wooden board floating down from the river.

His heart couldn't help but be confused, and his attention was completely attracted by this thing.

A small wooden board floated down from the river, with a linen strip soaked in grease burning on it. It was intercepted by the fixed fishing net and hit the half-built dam.

The little goblin leaned down and looked at this magical thing. The burning cloth strip still exuded an alluring aroma.

Seeing that there was no surveillance nearby, it leaned down and secretly picked up the piece of wood and hid it in its arms.

Not far away, a pair of emotionless eyes stared at it, no, or at the raft in its hand.

Holding a charcoal pencil in his mouth, he wrote down the time from the swimming position on the paper, and then provided it to his colleagues who wanted to blow up the built wooden dam and a piece of fixed fishing nets.

The sergeant in charge of monitoring and measuring hid in the forest and observed. His eyesight was the best among all, and he could see objects within a hundred meters as if they were close.

He was also appointed to observe and record.

Watching the small pieces of wood hit the wooden pillars, these wooden pillars were lifted by the wild ogres, and they used their amazing strength to pound into the river and insert them into the bottom of the riverbed.

Because of their natural strength and size advantages, they are quite good at carrying goods, and they also use some content that requires engineering machinery to do.

This is the biological advantage of living things.

Dragons that can fly can easily cross various terrain obstacles to obtain resources, and creatures with great strength can swing their bodies to create magnificent buildings.

"Flow rate, time is determined."

According to your report, they will choose the appropriate length of fuse, release the real bomb raft from the place where it flows, and blow up the waters.

That will be a very good smokescreen.

The sergeant rolled up the rough paper in his hand, stuffed it into the barrel behind the scout spider, and tied it with a linen rope.

Feeding it a piece of meat and patting its head, the sergeant watched the spider disappear in the blink of an eye.

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"Everyone, the fuse length report has been sent."

Changheng scratched his head, raised the letter in his hand, and handed it to the guy in charge of cutting the bomb fuse. Looking at the sergeants who were still arguing over there, they couldn't decide on a plan, so they had to choose one.

"Haven't you come to a conclusion yet?"

Ten small rafts have been temporarily built and placed on the ground.

"We decided to use six crystal bombs for each boat, and five for the first batch."

The representative selected by the non-commissioned officers confidently made the final promise.

Chang Heng glanced at it. Six crystal bombs would require 1.5 kilograms of explosives, and five boats would require 7.5 kilograms of explosives...

This amount is quite large, enough for all the gunmen to fire seven times.

So much explosives were piled up at this time and tied to each small wooden boat.

The dam and the fixed fishing nets made by the goblins were also doomed to be flattened.

These soldiers who followed the current from the beginning have learned some of their lord's characteristics.

"Start the plan and send us along with our fishing nets and dams."

If you want to retreat, you have to have the capital to retreat.

Looking at the small raft full of explosives, Chang Heng couldn't help but feel a little excited and smiled.

As the command was given, the fuse of the crystal ore mixed explosive bag tied to the square bag of explosives was connected to a new fuse.

Ignite.

Float down slowly along the water flow.

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"Gah! Ahhh!"

The goblin covered with whip marks lay on the ground and rolled on the ground, cowering and watching the goblin king whipping it mercilessly again and again.

This goblin originally wanted to go to our granary to steal the few remaining food, but was caught by the shaman who happened to pass by.

"If any of you still want to steal food, go and collect food for me and eat enough!"

The Goblin King was furious when he saw his subordinates who were already beginning to disobey him. He had already used all kinds of criminal laws to punish these greedy trash compatriots, why did they still go

"Definitely, definitely we can eat good food."

When the small goblins heard about collecting food, they shook their heads in panic, and their eyes revealed their infinite fear and dread of the outside world.

Their brains were not yet developed, but the concept of death after leaving the camp had been deeply engraved in their minds. At night, they seemed to hear the footsteps of the god of death approaching step by step outside the camp.

The goblins turned to look at the shamans under their command. They were sleek and strong, and they shook their heads frantically under the gaze of the Goblin King.

The shamans and mages dared not speak, fearing that the Goblin King would find out that they were withholding food from the people below, and withholding food that was not distributed, but the remaining food should be able to barely keep these skinny people from starving to death, right? It doesn't matter if they die, those goblins are like mice, with food, they can give birth to a cart in three months.

They only look like themselves, and these big goblins who have awakened their magic talents cannot be compared with these miscellaneous soldiers.

Anyway, they will not starve to death if they are full, so what does it matter if their fellow tribesmen below die? Eat more and you will have some strength.

This is their vicious tacit understanding.

Wild goblins don't know anything. They only care about when they can have their next meal. Those small green things are not inedible. They are just as crunchy in their mouths.

All the goblin corpses that can be recovered are fed to these goblins, and the same applies to goblins that starve to death. In this way, they greatly save food consumption.

The extremely hungry goblins don't care whether the moving things around them are edible or not. Grilled fish and hot rice are delicious, but...

Blood and flesh can also awaken their long-lost hunger and thirst.

"Call everyone over, I'm going to throw this guy into the river to feed the fish!"

The Goblin King said viciously, dragging the half-crippled goblin to the river and tying his feet with a rope. His body is still useful and must not be wasted.

"My king...My king, what do you see floating over there?"

The goblins below wanted to grab any life-saving straws they could, but their eyes suddenly fell on the few rays of light drifting down from the upstream.

Because of the square explosive packs, they could only see the rafts floating down the river, and could not see the explosive packs hiding inside. Only the slowly burning linen cloth at the end of the exposed rafts could reveal their vision.

These rafts drifted along the river, and there was nothing special in their sight, just simply burning flames.

They could also feel that there was no obvious spell reaction on them.

One breath passed, two breaths passed, and they were still drifting peacefully, without any abnormality.

All the attention was focused on the raft floating down the river. It was quiet and silent, with only the rafts floating down the river peacefully.

"Hmph, it's quite interesting. I'd like to see what this thing is."

The Goblin King thought secretly.

He stretched out his hand and pulled the raft over to the shore.

The flames on it seemed to have gone out, disappearing and no longer burning.

But he was the strongest of this tribe. Nothing could hurt him. Although his body was not as good as these ogre demons, these stupid ogre demons were definitely not his opponents in a fight.

"Ha..."

The goblin who was whipped so hard didn't know when to grab his hand and wanted to drag him out of the water.

The Goblin King just sneered, and the spell model was constructed. The heat flow swept through, turning half of the goblin's body into charcoal.

You think this little trick can hurt you?

The hot fluid just touched the small raft beside it and ignited.

The vortex of death flames crushed everything nearby like a storm.