Damn it, this boss really has no normal skills.

Chapter 319 Crossing the river by touching the old sheep’s head

As the core relic of the magnificent war thousands of years ago, this ancient battlefield is filled with strong resentment, and countless undead wander here. The reason why it is located in the north of the battleship comes from the past name of this place - the underground fortress [Mage Tower] of the Dark Flame Empire.

For a mage, even if he puts aside his racial identity after reincarnation, as long as he is born in the Dark Flame Empire, it is already an extraordinary start like SSR. After all, this is a glorious empire led by a magic emperor, in which the mages enjoy unparalleled social respect and status.

In short, although warriors and crossbows can become masters if they are of a high enough level, compared to a mage who becomes a minor aristocrat as long as he joins the job, no matter who he is, he will be called "Master" by the common people. Still a little too cumbersome.

And according to imperial law, the level of a mage is closely related to the title of aristocrat. Great nobles are not necessarily high-level mages, but high-level mages will definitely be named great nobles, and they can enjoy the clothes, food and mouth. Living a luxurious life, the only thing he needs to do when he opens his eyes every day is magic research, and as an emotional adjustment, bullying men, dominating women, and squeezing the people.

It is even said that in order to pursue more powerful magical talents, the Dark Flame nobles have the tradition of holding a hundred-day sacrifice to the heaven for newborns, and begging the goddess of magic for their offspring with good magical talents. This has never happened, but what if it can happen? Great blessing, let them go further on this rugged road.

Of course, if it is limited to this, it is just a ritual of praying to the gods in order for the nobles to maintain their status. If the devil returns to the devil, he is definitely not worthy of being added with the "even" prefix, so...

Those children who do not have, or simply have poor talent, will be placed on a tray on the altar, and a mage with enough respect will cut out the heart alive, and then squeeze the hot blood into the mouth of the blessed person.

——This kind of thing is called the goddess's nectar by the Dark Flame people. They believe that drinking this can gain the favor of the goddess and improve their magic talent.

With such extreme wizard worship, the status of the [Mage Tower] in the underground fortress of the Dark Flame Empire can be imagined. Its strategic value far exceeds the [Martial Arts Field], [Arsenal] and [Barracks]. It is also a bright spot. The main attack part of the imperial army, the real bosses are all inside.

However, no matter how powerful the armies of the two empires were during their lifetime, the fact that the undead have not been able to leave this area for thousands of years is enough to show the current situation. I am afraid that there are really only some wandering ghosts addicted to obsession.

Therefore, the Shadow Prisoners advanced quite smoothly. The weak undead were killed on the spot, while the powerful undead were converted into their own combat power after being beaten and defeated. It was clearly a series of fierce battles, and the living people did not suffer any loss. The overall combat effectiveness It has also been improved by at least twice.

As for some of the more powerful undead demons that occasionally appear, there are also four elite cadres, the Dragon God, the Lich and the Feathered Spider Queen, who take action to stop them. Two are on the left and two are on the right. These unlucky ones are hideous and ugly and look like mummies. I don't know what huge mistake I made, but I was torn to pieces.

Wait a moment.

The necromancers were about to fight over the control of these high-level undead, but the four of you fought hard and fought hard, and then you all got flattered by me?

Looking at these dead people who were looking up at the sky amidst the debris of the undead, with their mouths open in a daze, and their faces were covered with a layer of dust without even bothering to wipe them, Ji Ming, who even felt a little distressed, had no choice but to speak again.

"Lost lambs, I know you want to offer your loyalty to me, but you are not the only ones who are eager to make achievements on the battlefield. Please look at those mortals walking on the earth!"

After beating these tainted subordinates who were obviously not very good at dealing with each other, Ji Ming observed the situation on the entire battlefield and discovered some problems.

As cannon fodder, the undead ghosts are responsible for the backbone of the resistance line, the core necromancers are responsible for auxiliary field control, and the output fanatics are responsible for roaming and breaking through.

It has to be said that Wendigo's design of the formation of his subordinates is indeed quite clever. It actually formed an alternative iron triangle of war and animal husbandry, forming a virtuous cycle in terms of combat effectiveness.

However, the excellence of the small design cannot conceal the roughness of the large design. It is even said that Lao Yangtou, who has no experience in large-scale wars, may not have considered this aspect at all. He only thinks about letting these subordinate teams break through or increase their combat power. Crushed.

When starting group operations, the excellent underlying structure did not play its due role at all. Either there were too few fierce ghosts on our side, which caused excessive pressure on the fanatic believers, or there were too many ways to die in one place, resulting in a waste of regional combat power. The combat efficiency that could have been further improved was directly severely compromised.

So after observing for a while, Ji Ming temporarily stopped the advancement, regrouped these mages and fanatic believers, and asked more than 200 people to form three brigades with a total of more than 20 teams, and asked them to Then keep fighting within a relatively fixed range.

Although Ji Ming himself and the prisoners in charge of fighting did not do well enough in many aspects when using the "formation" for the first time, and the lack of roaming maneuvers also led to a somewhat rigid distribution of combat power, the improvement in combat efficiency is obvious. , at least there will no longer be the embarrassing situation where a certain group of members get together and others cannot be found when they need it.

Although many fanatic believers still choose to ignore and speak harshly out of loyalty, comfort is comfort, and the necromancers who are paid to do things can no longer help but start to speak out.

"I was talking about why I always felt something strange when fighting before. It turns out that there are too few believer warriors around me. Those high-level undead rely on me to intercept them with magic. Are you not tired?"

"Then there are too many believer warriors around. I can't cure them with the healing technique. I can only forcibly recover some of the possessed undead souls and repeatedly ask them to calm down and retreat."

"Ahem, um, let's hide... I think it's not unfair for the God of Shadows to lose to the master of living things. Look at his strategic vision. Even the messenger can see the problem at a glance. The god himself How strong should it be?”

Although these words are rebellious, the facts are here, and other mages can only respond one after another no matter how subjective they are.

"Yeah, indeed."

"Yeah, indeed."

"……Um?"

Seeing this black-robed believer who had sneaked in for no reason, the mage expressions were a little tense. They were all holding their staffs and preparing to kill people, but suddenly they remembered that they were in someone else's territory.

Tsk, that God of Shadows is just a defeated general among his subordinates. A good bird chooses the right tree to roost. What happened to me changing to a new boss in order to fight for a better future?

They all straightened their backs.

"It's good to know, do you understand!?"

Unexpectedly, the believer nodded seriously and said what he said was right.

"I know."

"???"

<divclass="contentadv">The strange believer lifted his hood, revealing a face that belonged to a bunnyman, and spread his hands.

"If it wasn't for a good meal, who would have nothing to do to endure the pain of transformation? Now that I have finally escaped from control, why should I be loyal? Who can I show my confusion to?"

The reason why the so-called fanatic believers are "crazy" is ultimately because they are affected by the surrounding environment. Now that they have become prisoners held individually, and are surrounded by pioneers to recite sutras for a day, they have thought clearly. It’s time to recognize reality.