The narrator asked Ayrine to change into a convenient tactical suit, found a suitable position in a corner of the battlefield facing the lonely mountain, and then took out all the observation equipment from the compressed pocket, because the technology content of this world is very low, so it is also deliberately disguised as before.

The 20mm sniper gun mounted on the floor was originally intended to deal with heavy armored units such as the Sentinel Mech, but this time purely for his range, Dana and Ayrine were constantly watching for any suspicious behavior on the battlefield. The undead don't show up on the battlefield for nothing.

After two days of low-Earth orbit observation, Dana has updated Narrator's holographic map several times, and the Underground Man used his digging ability to dig tunnels to the battlefield from several large towns, and gave a suggestion to annihilate these villages directly from space, but Narrator refused, and a victory that was too simple would give him less bargaining chips with the dwarves.

But the heavy casualties of the same dwarves will also make the narrator-kun get less paid, and a balance must be taken between the two, the narrator-kun holds his head with his hands and a dog's tail grass in his mouth, looking at the battleship Dana that is broken into three knots in the sky, and his heart is full of emotion, it has been almost half an imperial year since he arrived in this century, and he has already experienced two battles.

According to Dana's report, within three years at most, the engine part and the main hull part can be docked, but this three years refers to the presence of a professional crew, and now Dana is already urging the establishment of a docking station as soon as possible for material supply and personnel training.

The terms of the cooperation with Natiri stated that she needed a large number of skilled workers, but what Natiri didn't know was that these people could be the first people to go into space, Dana had produced at least four space shuttles that could travel back and forth to the universe multiple times, and could carry at least a hundred people at a time, and now she needed to solve the problem of energy and personnel training.

"Master, there's a lot of magic over there!"

Aeloline, who had been using the artillery mirror to observe, dragged the narrator-kun, and then stood aside, and along the direction of Aroline's finger, a purple magical aura that was clearly visible to the narrator rose into the air.

Did the old fox show its tail? Narrator Jun set up his sniper cannon, looked through the high-magnification sniper scope, and found that it was not the underground cave man who blew up his blindness, and Narrator Jun still did not let go of this underground cave man who acted as a magic node, and after a loud bang, the weeds around the muzzle were swept away by the muzzle air current. A green flash of light streaked across the night sky, directly taking away the upper body of this purple-surging target.

These cave people never know how to learn, every night Narrator Jun will always kill seven or eight of these people who are bubbling with purple gas, they seem to be the nodes of undead magic, once they die, before the new people of purple gas run out, the undead are not a threat, these undead will continue to attack everything living around them without organization, of course, most of the unlucky ones are this group of cave people.

But at night, the skeletons and cavemen attack more organized, and it's clear that all but a few silly other cavemen who act as nodes know about the grim reaper's green flash. They all hid, and narrowly escaped the dwarves' defensive circle a few times, but Narrator's strategy was very effective.

It is normal for the cavemen to drive these endless death messengers through the narrow twenty meters to enter the Lonely Mountain Fortress, because in this world, once the walls are breached, even if the street battle is won, it means the loss of a city-state. However, the chances of winning street battles are slim to none, and the loss of the walls will bring extremely low morale to the soldiers and citizens of the city.

Once the city wall is breached, it means that the city has fallen, so seeing that the gate was smashed open more than 20 meters, this group of underground cave people began to send troops to attack this gap, but what they didn't expect at all was that no matter how many phalanxes entered this opening, they would disappear as if they were swallowed.

In the past two days, Sanbaoyan's right eye has begun to hurt again, although he has optimized the fertility mode of the underground people, and those breeding pigs have been trying their best to produce their own kind, but in the past two days, the twenty meters that seem to have become a breakthrough have never seen their black flag. And in the past few days, there are fewer and fewer subordinate commanders, and I have to find some inferior people of the same clan to attach black magic.

Since returning from his adventures in the Land of the Dead, he has come to know the unspeakable greatness of the unspeakable, who not only saved himself from being banished from his kind, but also gave himself a part of his great power. He must strengthen the mana node, otherwise the undead outside the control will get out of control, the three bags beckoned, and the people who were lining up below ran to the altar excitedly.

A purple-black magic floated out from the fingertips of the three bags of eyes, and drilled through the five holes of the underground cave man standing in front of him, and after a violent tremor, the underground cave man also had such a purple-black aura on his body. After excitedly bowing to the three bags of eyes, they hurried out of a passage, and they all knew what it meant to be haunted by this purple and black aura.

It means immortality, even if his body is rotten, he will not feel pain, and he will be more powerful, there is an older squire, his intestines are pulled from his stomach to the ground, he can still eat, drink and play, and what he has to do every day is to find a place to hide. Just don't die. Unlike their brethren who are made to be undead, they have their own consciousness.

This cave man, excitedly began to crawl to the ground, the long corridor connected to a place called Hammer Town, the great necromancer for his own safety, let people hollow out the bottom of this town, after entering the town, he had to go to the warehouse through the tunnel of the warehouse to reach the battlefield, after more than half an hour of no, he finally arrived at the battlefield.

The caveman closed his eyes and took a deep breath, the smell of dwarven blood mixed with the unique smell of decay of the undead, mixed with the breeze, it smelled exceptionally good, this smell made him feel extremely comfortable.

He opened his hands as if he wanted to embrace the battlefield. Imagining the pride and domineering spirit of commanding countless undead warriors to rush towards the dwarven fortress, he wanted to roar with joy, and the caveman opened his eyes. A green glow visible to the naked eye in the distance was the last thing he saw.

Narrator pulled the bolt of the gun, and a thick cannonball shot out of the chamber with smoke, bounced twice on the ground and rolled to the side, and then stuffed a new cannonball, and Narrator grabbed the still smoking shell and kicked it in his arms:

"Hey! It's snowing. We'll have to build a top tomorrow, or it's too cold. ”

"Hmm!"

While Aroline was still observing the battlefield, the narrator turned the shell to the side, allowing her body to absorb as much temperature as possible from the shell.

"Damn, this thing is really exciting. It is stronger than human rice wine. ”

"Give me a sip, don't drink it all."

The two dwarven machine gunners, rubbing their bruised shoulders, competed for the large amount of vodka that the narrator gave as a gift, it was the turn of the two of them to change shifts, even the dwarven stone skin, could not use this weapon for a long time, unlike the original machine gun, although the dwarf made the process is similar, but I don't know why, the recoil is a little bigger.

After being killed by the narrator, several machine guns behind the gate finally stopped. With the exception of the Heavy and Ammo-Gunner, the other dwarves were busy, using huge dwarven steam machines to dig up the corpses in the doorway and throw them into the furnace that reached the center of the earth, and the furnace burned even brighter under the filling of these corpses.

Many dwarven women took copper baskets and began to collect the shells on the floor in the interval between the ceasefires, which were reusable, and they quickly collected the shells together with brooms, and then grabbed them with their big hands and threw them into the baskets, and then carried them on their backs, lined up, and marched along a road, and the whole dwarven castle was fully mobilized.

However, it didn't last long for the dwarves to breathe, and a new wave of attacks began. The undead walked in a neat stride, holding a useless broken shield, and once again walked in the death zone less than twenty meters wide under the fire of machine guns.

Lost contact with the newly built node again, Sanbaoyan slapped the chair irritably, stood up and walked along, he was very afraid of death, and he knew that after death, he would not become an immortal existence as he advertised, since he was blown up half of his face, Sanbaoyan has not been out of this underworld, and he has been learning about the battlefield situation through the information of nodes and spies, and he can't sit still.

In the past few days, he has nearly a hundred nodes destroyed, resulting in almost no underground cave people on the battlefield now, and he can only rely on the number of undead to impact the short twenty meters, and there is no information, the undead have no fresh corpses to make, and sooner or later they will be consumed, which is too much worse than he expected, originally he thought that the slaughter that began after breaking through the gate could provide him with more fresh corpses.

But the dwarves weren't able to provide him with too many corpses, so they could only activate the corpses? But the corpse demon himself still has no way to control it, but now it has reached the point where there is no way back.

"Someone!"

"Wizard-sama."

"Go, let the corpse go!"

"But ......"

The underground man kneeling in front of him was a little unhappy. He also knew that he couldn't control the extremely vicious monster, but he could only throw out his final hole cards in front of him, if he couldn't take the Lonely Mountain Fort before winter completely came, then they underground cave people had only one way to die, and the severe cold of winter would make them sleepy, and then they would freeze to death in their sleep.

"Let you put it! You just put it! ”

On the battlefield, an area suddenly caved, and a disgusting tentacle with pus suddenly stretched out from the flying dust, which rolled up everything nearby that could be touched and pulled back into the dust, and the battlefield echoed the mournful screams of cavemen and the sound of countless bones being ground up. Even the skeleton soldiers who operated the catapults felt terror and evacuated the cloud of dust as if they had souls.

The huge changes on the battlefield attracted everyone's attention, hearing Aroline's shout, the narrator Jun hurriedly picked up the telescope in his hand and observed the area, after the smoke and dust dissipated, a Roshan larger than the dwarven stone gate appeared on the battlefield, like a Roshan stitched together by countless pieces of meat, with no skin at all, and obvious signs of decay on the body.

This huge body was bloated, like a ball of flesh, and the head was spliced out of flesh and blood, like a persimmon that had been trampled on. The huge bony fangs seemed to smile on that terrible face. The huge muscle strips formed countless tentacles, groping around, like maggots, and the moment they touched anything, the muscles tore apart, forming a new mouth to swallow in one bite.

A huge white bone formed the spine of this monster, I don't know what kind of animal's intestines slipped out of the monster's belly, and there were huge maggots in the countless pus pockets on the body, which were visibly wriggling with the naked eye. From time to time it breaks and opens.

"Nurgle's trolls! How is this possible! ”

"What is Nurgle's troll?"

Aroline doesn't really understand, in this world they call this kind of thing a corpse demon, only in the ancient battlefield full of miasma with many corpses, there is a very small possibility of producing this kind of corpse demon that can almost destroy the country, in addition to extremely strong muscles and almost immortal attributes, this thing will also spread plagues, in many ancient poems there are legends of warriors to annihilate.

"I don't have time to explain to you, Dana, Dana, please reply immediately if you receive an emergency."

"This is Dana, good signal."

"You can see this thing on the ground, there's a good chance that there are Nurgle's followers on this planet!"

"Yes! Captain, but the ship has not detected any psionic feedback. For safety reasons, it is recommended that the captain return to the ship. ”

"What about when you go back? Without destroying this force, your hull will not be repaired. ”

Narrator-kun, staring closely at this huge body, the corpse demon began to slowly approach the stone gate, and countless skeletons followed him. The corpse demons left behind a disgusting pool of viscous liquid in their path, and many skeletons were melted into slag in the white smoke of the liquid. But more skeletons learned to bypass the disgusting slime, and finally the troll stood in front of the stone door.

The troll's stomach began to tremble, and with a disgusting vomit-like sound, the huge corpse demon grinned wide, and a mouthful of disgusting pus mixed with minced flesh and dirt spewed out of his mouth. Thick mucus spewed out on the stone gate, the stone gate was melting at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the pus splattered through the twenty meters that the gate opened instantly melted the guards stationed on the door.

The troll stingily stuck out his long tongue and began to lick the corpses of the soldiers on the city walls that had melted with the pus from his own vomit. He even let out a terrible laugh of cooing and cooing with happiness. The defense line that Narrator and the dwarves had worked so hard to forge was thus breached by a mouthful of thick phlegm.

The huge stone gate was covered with slime, almost clogged with this liquid all the way, and the skeletons who were driven away by the cavemen had to stop marching, waiting for the slime to dry up, and inside the stone gate, even the dwarves who were not touched by the slime began to vomit at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then began to lesions, and the blood-red veins seemed to have maggots, gradually turning green.

When the green line hit the door of his head, the dwarf fell to the ground, unable to climb up again, this pus was not only like a strong acid, but even more terrifying was the countless bacteria stored in it, and the corpse's own corrupt body nourished this group of magically strengthened bacteria.

Narrator Jun hurriedly took out a mask and put it on for Eloline, and then hurriedly returned to the Lonely Mountain Fort along a mountain road that came out, this mountain road happened to pass through the stone gate, on the remote path, Narrator Jun looked at the many dwarves who fell behind the stone gate, and his heart was very anxious, he never thought that there were trolls of Nurgle here. It's doomed.

Even if the troll is defeated, the bacteria produced by the explosion of his corpse are more terrifying than the radiation produced by the explosion of a nuclear bomb, and this lonely mountain is doomed to failure from the moment the troll appears. The only thing Narrator can do now is to help the dwarves evacuate as much as possible. I just don't know how much the dwarves are going to pay for this.