The battle with the flying demon gradually came to a stalemate.

However, under the cover of the Crusaders and Priests, the players felt quite relaxed.

Some of them followed the Crusaders at the front to stop the flying demons such as the Flomor.

The other part blocked the resurrection point and killed the newly resurrected demon player.

The location of the Novice Village for Demonic Players was chosen quite cleverly. It is a protruding cliff with an oval shape as a whole, and the rock wall is about 300 feet high.

The land devil wants to go up the cliff or take a long way up the mountain from behind the cliff.

Or you can only climb up the almost right-angled rock wall.

This is a typical terrain that is easy to defend but difficult to attack.

Occupying a favorable location, plus the number of flying demons has been reduced by more than half.

Until the players and the soldiers of Winter City killed all the flying demons, the first wave of land demons had not yet reached the cliff.

These mindless and violent races are still climbing up the steep rock wall with "clop, clatter, clatter".

"Guys, look what I found!"

The real gentleman, a fisherman, looked at the logs piled up in the warehouse of Novice Village with surprise on his face.

Enter for a while into the game channel:

"Coordinates (7852, 1431), come here. There are a lot of logs here. We can use these logs to smash the devil down! Damn it, there is still a lot of oil!"

Players who saw the public channel message responded one after another.

"Come on, come on! That's awesome, brother!"

“Thank you to the Abyss players for your gift, I’m not afraid that I won’t be able to keep it now~”

"I just said why the enemy's house is so low. I have been preparing wood for a long time and haven't had time to repair it..."

"Tsk, tsk, it's so miserable. It's really hard for them to find wood in this abyss."

Looking far into the distance, under the cold blood moon, the entire wasteland is filled with dark red torrent of demons.

From time to time, there are flashes of fighting spirit that soar to the sky. It is the King of Winter traveling alone among the demon army, shuttling back and forth.

But even so, he could not stop the overwhelming demon army alone.

Looking towards the bottom of the cliff, the players can clearly see the devil's ferocious face.

Densely packed, dizzying to see.

They couldn't help but feel a little numb, and immediately gathered together, in groups of three or five, and quickly moved the logs from the warehouse according to the coordinates.

"Uncle Clemont, do you think how should we throw this log away? And what should we do with these barrels of oil?"

Clemont, who was directing the archers to shoot, turned around and saw a group of strangers, each holding a log half as tall as a man, with sly smiles on their faces.

"So many logs? And oil?"

Clemont's eyes flashed and he ordered the player:

"First pour the oil in a circle along the cliff, and let the oil slowly slide down the rock wall."

"As for the logs, keep them now, and then throw them down when the devil is ten meters closer to the top of the cliff."

After hearing the words, the players followed the instructions one after another. They came to the cliff and poured oil. They piled logs and piled logs. They were ready and ready.

At the same time, the excited howls of demons could be heard one after another from the middle of the cliff.

"Attack! The freshest flesh and blood is on top!"

The Horned Demon Overseer climbing at the front let out a deafening roar.

A group of horned demons and mad war demons behind it were inspired by the war cry of the abyss.

His eyes lit up with a red light, and he climbed even more vigorously.

Not a while yet.

The first wave of demon vanguards has climbed to the upper part of the cliff.

The Horned Demon Overseer looked greedily at the humans on the cliff looking down, and the desire for flesh and soul in his eyes had reached its extreme.

It jumped forward, sped up its running speed, and suddenly felt a slip on the sole of its foot.

Horned Demon Warlord:(??⊙ω⊙`)??

It felt like it was flying, first it flew upward for a short section, and then began to fall towards the bottom of the cliff.

Those damn humans actually greased the rock wall?

This was the last consciousness of the Horned Demon Overseer.

Because with a loud "bang" sound.

Splash of volcanic ash from the abyss.

The Horned Demon Overseer's huge body has been impaled on a sharp stone pillar.

But what was really fatal was the shattered internal organs after falling from a cliff more than 200 feet high.

Following the Horned Demon Overseer, the unexplained demon army continued to climb upwards.

Later, their limbs also stepped on the oil on the rock wall, instantly slipping and losing their balance.

Dumplings usually fall from the cliff wall.

A continuous "bang bang" sound could be heard.

Some larger demons will roll and struggle during the fall, trying to grab the rock wall to delay their fall.

But all this is in vain, they will bring other demons down with them.

After a while, a dense pile of demon corpses piled up at the bottom of the cliff.

Even if the demons fell down later, they would not be able to die due to the buffering effect of the corpse.

"Well done!"

The demon's offensive was blocked, and the players were excited.

But it's too early to be happy now.

Clemont, who really saw the situation clearly, frowned.

There are too many demons, and the oil on the cliff will be consumed by the demons, and it will not last more than a few minutes.

As for those logs, they are just a drop in the bucket.

For large demons, those logs have almost no effect and can only smash down small demons.

In fact, I can't hold on much longer.

Just as Clemont expected.

Not even ten minutes have passed yet.

The vanguard of demons has rushed onto the cliff, and no matter how many logs the players throw, they cannot stop these demons.

"Long time no see! Fresh flesh and blood!"

The other horned demon warlord stood on the cliff, picking up a player with his sharp claws and stuffing it into his mouth.

Chewing "crunching".

But the more it refused to chew, the weirder its expression became, and it roared in astonishment from its ferocious mouth:
Chapter completed!