Yog Angelamo had seen such a battle for the first time.

The elite lineup of Kohor, which was originally like a strong wall, was completely destroyed after four rounds of bombardment by twenty-four pounder guns, and the undead knights rushed into the enemy line without hindrance, and after that, endless skeleton soldiers also swarmed in.

Until the end, she still couldn't understand that in Angelamo's opinion, the power of the twenty-pound cannon was not great, and although the momentum was amazing, the actual lethality was not as direct as that of a high-level magic.

In fact, it is true, but the undead think completely differently than the living, they are unaware of the twenty-four-pounder cannon, and humans are different, and the psychological pressure on the soldiers is staggering.

The Kohor Army did not expect the undead to have such a weapon as the "Magic Cannon", which was enough to stabilize the line under three rounds of bombardment, and the fourth round of artillery bombardment at the same time by the undead knights completely lost the desire of ordinary soldiers to resist, and although the commander did his best to save the situation, many soldiers still broke up due to fear - no one knew whose head the next shell would fall.

The rout is contagious, and when the wave swept across the front line with shield-wielding soldiers, Baif knew that the situation was out of control, and he had to abandon some of the soldiers and evacuate backwards, otherwise the army would probably be buried here, and the undead were not afraid of losses.

It's not that he hasn't considered breaking into the enemy line to carry out the decapitation plan, but Angelamo has grown a lot, and he is no longer the reckless man he used to be, the corpse dragon has shrunk deeply, and the dragon hunter companion of the former Baifu is now gone, and he doesn't feel that he has the ability to rush to the end in the sea of undead bones with a few knights around him.

The soul fire in Angramo's eye sockets was burning, sharing the vision of the undead knights, and she could vaguely feel that the war in the Black Wing Empire would be very different in the future, and she knew that her father, Caesar Targaryen, with such a powerful weapon in his hands, it was impossible for the Black Dragon Emperor to rely on the fangs and claws of monsters to fight.

Do you want to hide it?

The idea came to the mind of the corpse dragon, she didn't like such a change, swords, claws and magic were the main themes of Eladea, and Angramo had an inexplicable dislike for these weapons that were not driven by magic, and even ...... for the future Fear?

The war ended with the retreat of the enemy, the undead searching the battlefield for weapons, armor and the living, the sun gradually sinking into the mountains, and Angramo looked at the blood-red sky and the crows in the distant woods, and felt a rare mood swing and a little gloomy.

As a core member of the Blackwing Empire, she was well aware of the process of making these cannons, and because of this, she felt more and more resistant, because the production process of these weapons was extremely simple, easy to mass-produce, and an ordinary person could quickly familiarize themselves with and operate them after a short period of training.

In this way, is there still a difference between the strong and the weak?

……

Jon Arthur still hasn't come to his senses.

He didn't understand how he was defeated, obviously the skeleton soldiers were as weak as ants, they could cut down a piece with just a slight swing of the sword, and there was no particularly powerful spellcaster to coordinate the attack, but the soldiers fled in embarrassment like seeing the Dreadlord, and he couldn't even blame others, because it was the legendary warrior and Baifu who gave up the battlefield that he gave command.

After discovering that the soldiers saw it as a rout, Baifu immediately ordered a retreat, which was nearly ten miles.

It wasn't until night fell that they chose a place near the river bank to set up camp, and the scattered knights and crossbowmen gathered along the torches, but most of the men and horses were still missing, and less than four thousand of the six thousand soldiers responsible for defending the undead returned, and this was the result of Baifu's timely judgment, otherwise the losses would have been even worse.

But it was undeniably a fiasco, and now they have to face a tough back-to-back situation.

In the largest tent in the camp, the commanders gathered in a group and looked at Jon Arthur with pale faces, and the latter's face was not much better.

"Can anyone tell me, how could the undead have magic cannons, where did they get such things, even in the trade city-states, magic cannons are strategic weapons that cannot be easily used, let alone flow to the outside world, could it be that the Northland itself made it? Or was it sold to them by the Zedi dwarves? ”

As he spoke, he glanced at Baifu: "You were on the front line at the time, how many magic cannons did they have. ”

"Without the caster peeping, I can't tell." Baifu held his head: "But judging by the roar, at least twenty." ”

"Impossible."

Jon Arthur frowned and said, "Even if you search the whole of Kohor City, you can't get enough magic cannons, they deliberately amplify the momentum in order to put psychological pressure on our soldiers - this trick has proven to be very effective. ”

"Nope."

Baifu shook his head and denied: "I'm not going to be fooled by these little tricks, at least twenty magic cannons are bombarding our array, but those magic cannons are a little different, Jon Arthur, I think you need to take a look." ”

The dragon hunter motioned for a few soldiers to come in, carrying a huge iron ball that seemed to have been dragged back from the battlefield, still stained with dirt, entrails, and blood, and the smell of the whole camp filled the tent, and Jon Arthur's brow furrowed even deeper.

"What is this?" He asked.

"I don't know, but the other party's magic cannon seems to have fired this thing to bombard."

"Are you sure?"

Jon Arthur looked up and down with a hesitant gaze, the magic cannon is a weapon that uses the magic core as the hub and relies on runes to activate and attack the enemy, so it needs to be maintained and recharged by the caster after each war, and it fires energy bodies, which will burst at the predetermined target, and it is impossible to leave any iron balls.

"Sure."

Bif showed off the shattered gauntlet, and a cannonball shot straight at his front door, but he raised his hand to block it in a defensive stance, and although it was fierce, a single shell could not do much damage to the legendary warrior, at most it made his arm a little sore.

Next, Bif described in more detail what the enemy camp would appear in when the "magic cannon" bombarded it.

"Iron balls, red light, and smoke."

After thinking about it, Jon Arthur shook his head and said, "This is not a magic cannon at all, but an alternative weapon based on a magic cannon, you have been deceived." ”

"But it's just as powerful."

"No matter what weapon it is, we've all been defeated, what are you going to do next?" ”

Jon Arthur gave him a disapproving look, and the word failure sounded particularly harsh to him: "We haven't failed yet. He emphasized: "Although we are in a situation where we are in the back of the enemy, these disadvantages cannot change the final battle situation, and the Elven Forest can no longer hold on." ”

He said to Baif, "Build another line of defense against those waste undead, and this time I will return the legendary spellcaster to you, don't worry." ”

"Here, when the news of Daro comes, we will launch a general attack on the Elven Forest, and the Black Dragons dare to send a little minion to deal with the affairs here, I will let him know that if we despise us, this war will be won, and Quelkezad will protect us."