Necromancer in another world

Chapter 489 The Massacre Begins

Regardless of whether the opponent's commander is a rookie on the battlefield or simply thinks he has too many people and doesn't pay attention to the skeleton chariot, since he gave himself a big gift, it's impossible for Leo not to accept it.

Use Phalanx in front of my [-] skeleton chariots, and see if I don't bombard you all over the place, and let these low-level undead turn into ashes under the bombardment of artillery, and become real cannon fodder.

Leo made a gesture, and the barrels of the skeleton chariot began to emit a slight light, which was the prelude to their attack.

A skeleton chariot has two barrels, and [-] skeleton chariots have [-] barrels. What kind of spectacular sight will it be when they are launched together?
Thinking of the scene when the [-] skeleton chariots fired at the same time, Leo found an urgent desire in his heart, an urgent desire to order them to fire.

The knuckles of the thumb and middle finger began to rub against each other, and with a snap, Leo snapped his fingers.

"The massacre begins!"

dong dong dong...

Following Leo's order, the skeleton tank began to show its hideousness, the arm-thick gun barrel let out roars, and the magic light bullets the size of basketballs rendered the entire sky of Tyr's hand Layers of bright colors, bright white glaring electric balls, cold blue ice balls, blazing hot fireballs, smashing into the troops of the undead Scourge with devastating magic power, the bursting magic light bullets will densely packed The sea of ​​undead smashed open spaces.

Thirty thousand skeleton tanks and [-] magic cannons. The momentum of such a lineup when they fired a volley made people startled when they heard it, and terrified when they saw it.

Most of the [-] low-level undead sent by Orbaz as the vanguard were wiped out in just three volleys. The undead Scourge, which had been aggressively attacking Tyre, was left with sparse kittens after a burst of shelling. Two or three, it is impossible to pose any threat to Tyre's hand.

Orbaz gritted his teeth in hatred as he watched the nearly annihilated forward troops. The lethality of those mechanical tanks exceeded his expectations. Close to the lethality of a large chariot, it seems that the progress of the dwarf in engineering is several times stronger than his memory.

Damn dwarves, they are using those scraps of metal to spoil our good deeds again, and this time I won't let it go.

After the resentment was over, Orbaz commanded the troops to go again, but this time he learned his lesson, only [-] low-level undead rushed up, and the distance between these undead was much thinner.

Seeing that the number of Scourge's second attack dropped by more than half, Leo curled his lips unsatisfactorily. The Scourge no longer used a dense formation to attack, which made the killing effect of the skeleton chariot much weaker. not slow.

The booming sound of shelling sounded again, and the 40 magic cannons that shook the entire Tyre hand blasted the second wave of cannon fodder from the Scourge into pieces, and [-] less of the [-] low-level undead.

Nearly [-] men were lost in just a few minutes. The commanders of other armies would have been furious, but it would be a piece of cake for the Scourge. Orbaz sent out again without the slightest hesitation. After giving the order, the Scourge launched its third cannon fodder offensive against Tyr's Hand, this time it was still [-] low-level undead.

The deafening shelling sounded again, and it was still three volleys, and the third wave of the Scourge's offensive was once again disintegrated.

Without the slightest gap, the fourth wave of offensive still composed of [-] low-level undead hit Tyr's Hand, and their response was still the merciless shelling of skeleton tanks.

Let's see how many times you can blast it.

Orbaz didn't care about the casualties of his men at all. In fact, the Scourge has never been short of cannon fodder in the Plaguelands. They really don't care how many low-level undead died. Living in Orbaz, under his command, the low-level undead formed an offensive of [-] waves without stopping, without giving Leo and the others the slightest chance to breathe.

The barrel of the skeleton tank roared non-stop, and magic light bullets flooded the Scourge. The sound of shelling, like rolling thunder, never stopped for a moment. The loud noise on the battlefield knocked all the Scarlet Crusaders inside Tyr's Hand Waking up, they dragged their tired bodies to the forefront of the battlefield.

These Scarlet Crusaders did not listen to the others' advice to let them go back to rest, but picked up their weapons and stood at the entrance of Tyr's Hand to assist the friendly troops brought by Scarlett to defend.

A bunch of stubborn guys.

The soldiers of the Argent Dawn just murmured in their hearts about what the Scarlet Crusaders did. They didn't stop them. In fact, they understood that they would have made the same choice as the Scarlet Crusaders.

His companions were fighting desperately against the Scourge in the front, how could he rest quietly in the rear?
"Your Majesty Scarlett, the Scarlet Crusade is also doing its part. We will not lag behind anyone in the fight against the undead natural disaster."

Marlan supported her exhausted body and could not get off the line of fire, and Scarlett had nothing to do about it.

Anyway, with the support of Leo's mechanical army, the undead natural disasters will not be able to attack for a while, so why not let the Scarlet Crusade rest here?

Thinking of this, Scarlett agreed, and Marlan breathed a sigh of relief when she saw this. For some reason, Marlan felt a sense of respect for the female knight of the Lothar family. If Scarlett insisted on letting Bloody She was really embarrassed when the crusader went back to rest inside Tyr's Hand.

Seeing Marlan's actions, an imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of Leo's mouth. He blinked at Liadrin and Pasonia who had been staring at him, ignoring the two girls, what are you doing? The ghost's questioning gaze once again focused on the frontmost battlefield.

In the rumble of shelling, the overwhelming magical light bullets destroyed the undead Scourge that came to attack wave after wave. Bone debris and rotting flesh had already filled the entrance of Tyr's Hand. If someone walked there, his feet would be absolutely impossible. Possibly touching the ground, as bone debris piled up at least ten centimeters thick won't give you a chance to touch the ground.

From the beginning of the war to the present, Leo's 25 skeleton chariots have defeated the Scourge Legion's dozen attacks, and more than [-] undead Scourges have become history under the bombardment of [-] magic cannons. They were killed in less than an hour. There are so many undead, although they are all low-level undead, but such a record makes people have to look sideways. The combat capability of the mechanical army has been confirmed in this battle.

Liadlin no longer has any doubts at this time. Maybe the goblins are weak, but their engineering ability is beyond doubt. The gnome's mechanical chariot is so powerful. The money-greedy green-skinned dwarf can earn some gold coins in exchange for an army to resist the natural disaster and let Silvermoon City, which is in need of recuperation, breathe a sigh of relief. No matter how you look at it, the blood elves have won this deal.

"Go on to me, I want to see how long those rags can last."

The cannon fodder regiment lost more than half of its manpower but didn't even touch the opponent's side. Under the shelling of the skeleton tank, this was no longer a waste of the strength of Tyre's hand, but was rushing to add to the record, as the temporary command of the cannon fodder regiment How could Officer Orbaz not be annoyed?
Isn't this situation clearly making that Marduk a joke? The mechanical chariots made by the damned dwarves are really abominable.

Now Orbaz has also become ruthless. Having lost almost 30 cannon fodder troops, he dare not and cannot back down. The remaining [-] low-level undead continue to attack Tyr's hand under his orders. The captain of the death knight still had a little bit of luck in his heart. Maybe the remaining low-level undead consumed the magic energy of those mechanical chariots.

Amidst the thundering shelling, the skeleton tanks continued to pour firepower at the cannon fodder of the undead Scourge. A salvo of [-] magic bullets would destroy everything that dared to enter their attack range. The casualties of the Scourge were still rising at an alarming rate. .

Damn it, how long can they bombard?

Orbaz had already clenched his fist before he knew it, and the captain of the death knight was staring at the skeleton tank on the opposite side. His 40 cannon fodder was about to be exhausted, so it was impossible for him not to be nervous. Even if the Scourge doesn't pay attention to low-level cannon fodder, they can't let them be consumed without any results.

Thinking of Marduk's face, Orbaz was extremely annoyed. If it wasn't for this hateful bastard who sent him to be the cannon fodder commander, how could Orbaz be in such a predicament?

It seemed that the heavens were also helping Orbaz. Just when he sent out the last ten thousand people composed of low-level undead, the rumbling gunfire stopped suddenly, and the skeleton tanks on the opposite side lost their voices collectively at this moment, and they all became dumb.

Finally out of ammo?

Orbaz's eyes shot like a wolf's light, and those hateful mechanical chariots on the opposite side finally failed to withstand the Scourge's cannon fodder tactics, and they ran out of ammunition at the last moment.

"Kill me and kill those damn living people."

Orbaz waved the rune sword in his hand and gave an order. When there were less than [-] low-level undead left, the death knight captain tried to order the [-] mid-level undead to attack Tyr's Hand.

After receiving Orbaz's order of [-] mid-level undead, there was no movement, because Marduk did not give him the authority to command mid-level undead.

Seeing that those middle-level undeads are so indifferent to him, one can imagine the anger in Orbaz's heart. It's all about that nasty Marduk. How dare you disobey your own orders?

Marduk looked at Orbaz as if he was looking at a clown, and the death knight in black gave the order when the latter's anger was about to reach its peak: "Attack!"

(End of this chapter)