Whether the ruler of the forbidden area is male or female, is not within Zhao Gao's care, and what he wants to focus on at present is only the more than a thousand pseudo-zombies wrapped in white cloth that besiege his territory.

It has been two months since he entered this plot world, and with the strong support of the resources of the Ruler Edward III, the barracks under his command can be said to be day and night, and the number of "strong men" produced has exceeded 10,000, and there are already 1,000 or 2,000 teams that advance outward in groups of five or ten.

These ranks are only the F soldiers can not do anything else, and they are very good at sabotage, almost carpet destruction of the surroundings, and some even go deep into the coastal interior, and the cumulative destruction is very amazing.

In fact, both Edward III, the ruler of the Land of the Gods, and Fiona, the ruler of the forbidden area, underestimated the destructiveness of this rogue class. Under normal circumstances, groups of hooligans would be easily swept away by the guards of the city and village, and the low morale after a few battles would make them collapse and disband at any time, and only one combat unit would be needed to disperse these people at that time.

It was this usual circumstance that gave the two Rulers the same miscalculation.

Under the aura of Zhao Gao's "Righteous Song", the morale of all the soldiers produced by the barracks has been kept at the level of 1, which is not very high but not easy to disintegrate. As for the peasants who were summoned again, the plot world did not give them the corresponding intelligence level at all, which became their fearlessness of death, and seventeen or eight such peasants fell on the road of slow "charge" in a row, and this momentum made the villagers in the ordinary small village scatter in a hurry.

What's even more amazing is that these "consumed" human shields will be summoned again as the skill power of the soldiers who summoned them gradually recover!

God-level cannon fodder? Bah!

Zhao Gao has never positioned himself at the level of cannon fodder!

With the extraordinary production capacity of "Quwo", two or three hundred "strong men" can crawl out of the barracks in one day. With reasonable allocation, it is equivalent to thirty or forty teams of saboteurs breaking through the fog and rushing in all directions every day. In order to prevent the worst damage at the bottom from becoming too severe, Fiona unknowingly left more and more soldiers in the various villages, but countless fish still slipped through the net every day to go deeper.

It looks like it never ends!

Sending out the "Rotten" is itself Fiona's choice under the rage - the territory that has been ravaged by the Rotten will be equivalent to the land of death, no matter what level it was before, it will become a garbage existence without even a grade, which is a huge damage and blow to the local nobles.

The only regret is that the Rotten are a strong army that can only be used as a surprise soldier at any time. No matter in that plot world, the desecration of corpses is basically a felony, and although the "rotten" has been recognized by the Holy See as a special case, in essence, no one wants to be friendly with him, and even in some plot worlds, he is still accused of heresy, which is a major blow to his own military morale.

It is precisely because of this that this laissez-faire "rotten" freedom of movement will make him uncontrollable with excitement.

"Report to the sir, terrain detection complete!"

A special cemetery guard quickly handed over a drawn map. He was not covered with a thick white cloth, and there was no additional layer of carrion on his muscles, and he was as thin as a human skin on a pair of dry bones, completely different from the appearance of ordinary cemetery guards.

This is a special mutant variety, a special product derived from the fusion of the "Territory Essence" bought back by the "Rotten" at a high price, and it is also one of the treasures and hole cards of the "Rotten".

Due to the characteristics of the territory, it is difficult for the "Rotten" to find another class to cooperate with the Cemetery Guard, although the Cemetery Guard is strong, the weakness is also obvious, so the two trade-offs have to use the "Territory Essence" to try, and merge such a special Cemetery Guard with almost no attack and defense.

The main attribute of these guards has been changed to agility, but the skills have not changed, which makes these troops that fall at the touch the best choice for "touching porcelain" - quickly let these soldiers charge at an astonishing speed before the battle starts, not only can quickly form a land of death and turn the battle into a home field, but at the same time, the corpse explosion can also disrupt the opponent's formation to a certain extent, buying more time for the army behind.

Before the war, these mutated cemetery guards could still be used as scouts, and occasionally a simple topographic map could barely do it, which was considered a multi-functional class, but unfortunately the production was too small, and there may not be one in a hundred "rotten husks".

"There are mountains on both sides, and cliffs on the back, damn it, this territory is the only one that can be attacked!" The Rotten Man simply swept his eyeballs bulging out of the outside to come to his conclusion. How does this gourd-shaped mountain pass in front of you look like a pocket, it is not easy to get in, and it is even more difficult to exit if the battle situation is not going well.

As a pioneer with the title of pioneer rather than a pioneer on the ground, the "Rotten" himself can only use oracle authority to command the soldiers in the barracks to participate in the battle, and this battle does not require him to be present in person. It was only after Fiona took control of most of the authority of the plot world and opened it to him that he was able to choose to descend as the Holy Son, which was actually a very risky and low-return choice, but he still chose to come without hesitation after not seeing flesh and blood for a long time - although his aura still could not be shrouded in these "rotten shells", but the feeling of on-the-spot command always gave him a wonderful memory of returning to the plot world, and as a newcomer, Even the fallen of a heroic war is helpless, and now that he has a large army, what danger will he have?

"Tentative assault!" The rotten carefully gave the first command. The number of "rotten shells" he brought over this time reached 1,500, which was 80% of all the production after he entered this plot world, and he originally only planned to get a few hundred to come over and play around, but Fiona the Ruler made such a strong request, so he could only comply.

The first group of soldiers to attack was only fifteen. They walked side by side, testing the maximum number of people allowed to pass through the pass at the same time, and they all held a large wooden shield in their hands, which was not an accepted piece of equipment, but it could also block a lot of long-range attacks.

After traveling less than a few tens of meters, countless arrows were shot from the mountains on both sides. After most of these crooked and powerless arrows were blocked by the wooden shield, the remaining arrows, even if they hit these "rotten shells", fell to the ground weakly—they could not pierce even the outermost white cloth, let alone the thick layer of carrion inside.

"It should be more than that—it's time for a change!" Watching the fifteen continue to advance without damage, the flesh on the rotten man's face also made a mocking expression. Sure enough, following his words, countless boulders fell from the mountains on both sides, smashing fifteen "rotten husks" to the ground one by one.

Without waiting for the people on the mountain to cheer, the smashed corpses slowly pulled out of the boulder again. The thick layer of carrion on each of them is a natural buffer zone, and the actual damage caused to them by these boulders is actually very limited, as for the lost carrion, they can still continue to use it.

"Maybe there's some other trick up there?" The Rotten Man paused, looking disdainfully at the mountains on either side. Sure enough, barrels of grease poured down from the notch, followed by an overwhelming array of torches.

He slowly stretched his hand out of the carrion he was playing with, still with that mouthful of bright red steel teeth, and a few chaotic words emerged from between the teeth, forming a B-level historical plot skill:

"The Doom of Prometheus - Fire Elemental Extraction!"

PS: Without a mouse, I actually struggled to change again.