Murphy Leads the People of Transia in a World-Famous Painting for the "Little Lamb" Brothers-Bonus Chapter 410

The Lord of the Hunt had put a morale-lock buff on the gnolls, but faced with the terrifying firepower of the armed airships, morale alone couldn't stop their army from collapsing.

The logic was simple. No creature of flesh and blood could withstand the devastation of incendiary bombs. Under those blazing judgments that treated all life as equal, even gnolls blessed by the Lord of the Hunt could hardly keep charging through seemingly endless flames.

But the gnoll warlord still wasn't willing to give up!

It still had the numbers!

It still had a hundred thousand brave gnoll warriors ready for battle under its command. The damn armed airships above, which couldn't be hit by psionic attacks, were certainly formidable, but no matter how much they could carry, the bombs in their steel bellies would eventually run out.

Damn it, let them bomb!

Even if every gnoll on the battlefield was killed, it would still have enough troops to launch another devastating assault!

Its reasoning wasn't actually wrong.

After all, even a medium-sized airship like Murphy's Hammer couldn't sustain an endless ground bombardment at full capacity. Just four bombing runs had already reduced its ammunition to sixty percent. If it kept this up, it would have to turn back within half an hour.

But the thing was, eighty percent of the ammunition aboard Old Qin's ship was incendiary bombs. So what about the remaining twenty percent?

It couldn't possibly be carrying fruit and vegetables, could it?

"The gnolls at the front are breaking apart under our ground forces' assault, but the ones in the rear are still holding stubbornly. The elites near their commander in particular aren't retreating. They're actually mustering to meet our advance."

The halfling first mate in the cockpit frowned.

"I heard the gnolls' evil god had