When it was still more than five hundred meters from the coast, the fleet stopped, and three ironclad battleships were at the forefront, lined up.

Rollin had already returned to the flagship, and in case of another inexplicable assassination, Narosa stayed by his side. At the same time, the remaining twenty barrels of undead nemesis in the fleet were all on the deck of the ironclad battleship.

"Let's get started." Rollin said to the magician Roman beside him.

The ship's six mages began to cast their casting spells on the barrel containing the necromancer.

This is an intermediate magic, in Luo Lin's opinion, it is to create a vector force field, throwing objects in the force field far away, this force field is very strong, it is said to be able to throw a hundred kilograms of things 800 meters away.

A bucket of Necrons' Busters weighs about eighty kilograms, and at this distance, it can be easily thrown ashore.

I saw the magician Roman walk to the edge of a wooden barrel, put his hand on the side of the barrel, and then quickly recited the incantation, a faint light flashed in his hand, and the wooden barrel was suspended, and then Roman stopped, it should be aiming, and then he heard a 'whew' wind, and the barrel was thrown out, drawing a beautiful parabola, and accurately smashed in the most dense place of the undead.

A large amount of smoke rose into the air, and where the smoke passed, the ordinary undead almost fell to the ground, scattering their bones and bones.

The effect was really shocking, and the people on the ironclad battleship had been prepared for a long time, but they were still shocked, and the orcs and undead who were fighting on the shore were dumbfounded.

The orcs were shocked and then ecstatic, one by one they looked up to the sky and roared, fighting desperately. The orc king Sorg is already covered in blood, but his majesty is undiminished. Raise your arms and shout: "Warriors, kill!" Kill all the undead! ”

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! "Barrels were constantly being thrown over, evenly distributed throughout the cape of the South China Sea, and smoke billowed and the whole cape was shrouded in smoke.

Where the smoke passed. The undead either retreated, and if they did not retreat, the primary undead immediately fell apart, and the high-level undead also staggered and unsteady, and then they were killed by the orcs.

Sorg fought hard at first, but he quickly grasped the meaning of the Terrans. This is to buy them time to get on board, and the command is issued in a loud voice: "Hide in the smoke!" Take refuge in the smoke! Cover our wives and children on board! ”

The orcs began to tighten their battle lines, using the power of the necromantic nemesis to defend the cape of the South China Sea. On the other side, a Terran woman and orc baby who were hiding behind were escorted.

On the sea. Rollin also ordered: "Take them on board!" ”

One by one, merchant ships began to dock one by one, disembarking on sampans and welcoming the orc tribes aboard.

The undead commander Innocent was also dumbfounded, the battle situation was changing too quickly, it was clear that they still had the advantage a moment ago, and they were almost about to succeed in exterminating the orcs, but in the smoke, the shape shì only turned down. They could only watch the orcs board the ship, but they were powerless to stop them.

Even the most powerful undead warriors, after rushing into the smoke, were less than one-fifth as powerful as usual. He was killed by the orc warriors, and his death was worthless.

Innocent had watched the battle of gargoyles on the sea and didn't quite understand the power of smoke before, but now that he had experienced it himself, he really understood the horror of this thing.

He was anxious, but helpless.

Because the orcs don't have magicians, only the so-called sacrifices that don't have much fighting power. So they didn't bring the lich with them, so naturally they couldn't disperse the smoke. Now I can only watch.

"Damn it!" Innocent gritted his teeth, and scolding was the only thing he could do.

Merchant ships are coming. After it was filled with people, it sailed out of the cape one after another, and there were fewer and fewer people on the shore. An hour later, the women and children on the cape were all on board.

The number of these people is less than 30,000, and this is still counting the infants, and in fact, the space occupied is still 20,000 tribes. A merchant ship can carry nearly four hundred people, so these people have not yet filled fifty ships, and there are still seventy merchant ships empty.

The orc warriors also began to get on board.

Sorg and his warriors confronted the undead beyond the smoke, while silently counting the number of surviving warriors, and when almost all of them were on board, he felt his heart bleed.

In a short period of time, more than half of the orcs died, less than 20,000 survived, and more than 120 ships, each of which was not full.

After so many deaths, the number of high-level undead they killed was less than five thousand, and a small half of them were still helped by this magical smoke.

Seeing that all the orcs had boarded the ship, Luo Lin looked at the undead who were still watching outside the smoke in the distance, and ordered: "Artillery salvo, three rounds!" ”

The cannonballs filled with Saint Crystals continued to bloom in the cape, and as long as they fell among the undead, a large circle of vacancies was cleared at a distance of fifty meters around them, and all the undead, whether they were high or low, were all finished.

After a volley, Innocent was shocked and hurriedly ordered: "Retreat!" Fall back! ”

"Boom!" A cannonball exploded not far from him, and his body shook, and then he felt a burning pain in his body, something he had never experienced since he became an undead.

Looking down, there were several transparent holes on the dry skin and flesh on his body, and there were golden flames burning slowly in the holes.

Innocent was horrified, and no longer caring about the commander's reserve, he ran into the dense forest.

Fortunately, the attack did not last long, and after five or six minutes, the terrible attack stopped, and Innocent poked his head out from behind the tree to look at the sea, and made sure that the terrible ironclad battleships had all sailed away from the cape, so he dared to come out of hiding and began to count the losses.

After a round of examinations, after the results came out, Innocent was shocked and speechless.

In this short period of time, more than 12,000 high-level undead were killed by the explosion, which was twice as many as those killed by orcs, and the 30,000 high-level undead warriors brought out were only in their early 10,000s, which was a terrible loss.

Innocent looked at the corpses of the orc warriors again, and with just one glance, he knew that these corpses could not be resurrected as undead. Although the souls of many corpses have not yet dissipated, the terrible smoke has dispelled the vitality in the corpses, and even if they are barely resurrected, they are only primary undead, and the power obtained has not been consumed much. It's not a good deal at all.

He was completely speechless.

Since he became the commander of the army of the undead, he has been invincible, invincible, and invincible, and has never encountered a real opponent, not even a wild orc.

But now. His army of undead was actually restrained by the opponent's more powerful and thorough means, and after a few rounds of attacks, his army suffered countless damages, not to mention, and without the slightest power to counterattack, the opponent was almost no damage!

At this time. He saw a figure climb up from the sea, and when he looked closely, it turned out to be the undead sword saint Morovogen, his appearance was extremely miserable, one arm was broken at the shoulder, the broken mouth was full of broken meat, and the whole person's spirit was in a slump, after crawling out of the sea. He fell on the shore with his eyes on the sky and lay motionless.

Innocent walked over. Asked, "Juggernaut, how's the situation going?" ”

The strength of the Sword Saint's martial arts, he has a deep understanding, before he said that he was going to assassinate the commander of the fleet, there should be results, right? "I'm defeated." Morovogen whispered.

"There were so many of them, and that terrible smoke. It's too risky for you to break in alone. "Innocent is not surprised. If successful, Juggernaut wouldn't be so decadent.

Morovogen did not speak. He knew that Innocent was right, but even if his power was suppressed, he still couldn't accept being defeated by a young man in a dignified duel.

The sword that the opponent used at the end was magnificent, deep and heavy, and there was already a faint atmosphere of looking at the world, and it was simply unstoppable.

After escaping from the ship, he practiced all the way to the bottom of the sea, and finally he realized that if he did it again, he would still lose, and maybe even worse. Now only one arm has been lost, which is already the best ending.

He could not care about the conflict between the dead and the living, the last time he lost one-on-two, he didn't hit him so hard, but this time, defeated in his most proud swordsmanship, Morovogen almost felt discouraged.

"Juggernaut, did you admit defeat?" Innocent asked suddenly.

Morovogan's heart was shocked, and he woke up from his depression, and then shook his head: "No. I'm thinking about the showdown. ”

Yes, he is still alive, although he lives as an undead, but as long as he lives, he has not lost!

"Let's go, it's time for us to go back to Vendôme, and we need to report the situation here to the Archmage. This smoke is terrible! Innocent stood up and prepared to head north with his army.

But just then, a gargoyle flew over, a messenger, who landed in front of Innocent and handed a scroll of text to Innocent.

Innocent took it, glanced at it, and sighed: "This letter is too late." ”

It was Disentas who reminded him of the Terran fleet, but unfortunately, his army had suffered great losses and the losses were irreparable

In the fleet, Sorge also witnessed the scene after the ironclad battleship opened fire.

He saw the undead who had fallen like mustard, the undead commander who had fled, and the army of the undead, which had just been a nightmare for the orc army.

In such a comparison, a deep fear appeared in Sorge's heart: "Could it be that this is the true power of the human race?" ”

If he hadn't raided Vendôme that day, if Vendôme hadn't had civil strife, if the other party had been ready and facing off in a dignified manner, Sorg wouldn't have dared to think about the result.

"Damn Ulosis, this despicable liar!" Sorg hated himself for believing in that shameless demon god.

In fact, he overestimated the strength of the human race, and the reason why the ironclad battleship fought so smoothly and looked like an invincible opponent in the world was nothing more than relying on the position advantage of the navy, and it was also prepared against unprepared, and the other party was caught off guard.

The next time, the undead will no longer be stupid enough to stand on the shore and be beaten, and they will definitely bring the lich to disperse the smoke.

But Sorg didn't think so much, he was already deeply shocked by the combat power of the fleet, what impressed him the most was not pure force, but the kind of technology that the orcs did not have, strong ships, sharp cannons, mysterious and powerful smoke, means he couldn't think of.

He was in awe of the knowledge and wisdom of the human race.

Not to mention the shock of the fleet to the undead and orcs, Rollin didn't have time to pay attention to these for the time being, because Iona was dying. (To be continued) R580