The dense sound of artillery sounded for more than half an hour - the port that was originally densely built was smashed into a pile of rubble by the rain of solid shells, and there were few intact houses left.

On the outer field, a large crowd of onlookers had already gathered - the cannon began to be fired early in the morning, and the tribes within a radius of dozens of miles were alarmed, and it is conceivable that the surrounding large tribes should be asking for news everywhere.

Finally, the pirates in the ruins could not bear it anymore and had to get out of the ruins and bury their heads in the kobolds' defenses.

Liu Jingtian, who has the best eyesight, was the first to spot the enemy as usual: "Wow! What a lot of zombies! No, it's a pirate version of zombies!"

Hundreds, or rather, hundreds of zombies, appeared in sight and staggered towards the defensive line. They look very badly dressed, with many missing arms and legs.

Zombies, Liu Jingtian doesn't plan to touch this thing at all, it affects his appetite.

Of course, the main reason is that the number of enemies is small, and the Great Demon King thinks that it is no problem to watch the excitement from a distance: "Most of these zombies are very fresh, they should have just changed jobs......, right? Isn't there a population cap?"

The 'Guardian Army' of 3,000 people has been guarding the defense line under the sun, and has been standing stupidly for most of the day.

Although everyone wanted to show the 'steely discipline of our army', this time the clothes were too thick, and one after another boys and girls passed out from heat stroke. Their boss, Tesfield, couldn't stand it, so he ordered a shed to be erected, so that these guys in big dresses could take off their armor and relieve the summer.

So, the fellows sat under the canopy, eating smoothies (the kobold's apprentice's trick: cold rays), shaking their fans, and watching the kobolds and pirates kill you and the sea.

Finally, by noon, the exciting time has arrived!

The pirates who are not afraid of death have finally retracted into their lair!

The boys and girls excitedly dressed and buttoned up—don't think crookedly, they were just dissipating heat—and stood in line and rushed into the position: they could finally fight land battles, and the guns that had been practiced for months could finally come to the real thing!

Soon, the order was given: "The enemy zombies have attacked the shield car line, all the musketeers obey the order, reload! Aim!...... Wait, what the hell are zombies? Isn't it some kind of stuff in the legends of the old people?

As soon as the squad leaders whistled, all the flintlock musketeers mechanically raised their guns and aimed at the chaotic zombies nearly 100 meters away.

As time passed, some people with excellent eyesight had already noticed something unusual about the 'pirates' in front of them - some of the guys in the distance were obviously mortally injured, but why were they still walking?!

Someone is starting to have weak legs - could it really be the kind of thing in the tribe's legends?

At this time, Tesfil suddenly gave the order to shoot!

The young man didn't have time to think about it, and round after round of orders followed. First, there was a deafening volley of muskets, and then, everyone fired three rounds in a row, and almost everyone felt tinnitus with a huge roar.

In the midst of the scramble, these young men were busy carrying out various loading steps, and none of them had the time to care about the appearance of the enemy. By the time the three rounds of shooting were over and everyone came back to their senses, the zombies in the distance were already lying on the ground, and even if they weren't dead, they couldn't get up in pieces.

Tessfield: "It's terrible! What about the big scene? It's just such a zombie, and it suddenly disappeared in less than a minute! The necromancer on the other side, you really lost the face of the mage!"

In the ruins of Pirate Harbor, a certain wizard who was hiding and hiding, looking at the fiasco not far away, sighed, and spat out a mouthful of century-old blood......

Six or seven hundred tireless soul-reviving corpses who are not afraid of life and death can already control a war, and they are so anticlimactic that they haven't even made a splash......

There is no way, although the soul corpse looks bluffing, it has a weakness - it moves slowly, and when facing the musket fire, this weakness immediately becomes a fatal wound.

This fellow, who has always been known as the Pirate King of Africa, is a voodoo wizard with the appearance of an aging old black man. His unusually tall body was now as slumped as a prawn, and his flesh was shriveled like a mummy.

Painted in oil, a black cloak was hastily draped, and beneath the cloak was covered with all sorts of strange fragments: hyena teeth, small animal skulls, and more so small dolls made of unknown materials.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, silently calmed the magic backlash caused by the killing of the puppet, and then staggered into a half-collapsed courtyard. There was a dry well with a hole in it, and it was the underground kingdom he had planned for himself many years ago.

Behind the secret door, there is a huge cavern, with all kinds of witchcraft instruments piled up everywhere, and nearly a hundred soul-revitalizing corpses, like soulless puppets, standing with dull eyes, waiting for the call of the master. These are the wizard's strongest men, all of them with tangled muscles, not the same as those cannon fodder who have just been sent to death.

It's a pity that the encirclement network spread out by the kobolds is too big, and the few escape tunnels dug out by the wizard in the early years are not long enough to be useless.

The down-and-out wizard thought about it and decided to lurk in the cave first: this secret cave was heavily disguised and would never be discovered!

So, the African pirate king, just like that, suddenly disappeared......

The flames of war were extinguished like this, and the kobolds who had been waiting for a long time found out, and they won the battle inexplicably?

And there are not a few living mouths left in this ruin, and the legendary 'African Pirate King' simply evaporated from the world......

Liu Jingtian: "What's the matter? Zombies can't grow out of the ground?! There must be a necromancer! The little ones, dig three feet into the ground, and find him out for me!"

On the other hand, the real masters of the port of Essaouira, the Marrakech Triumvirate, got the news of the battle a few hours ago and took action.

General Amazigh, the true master of the port of Essaouira, advocated immediate reinforcement: the defenders of both castles were his men. However, he didn't think that any enemy would be able to take these two castles, but it was the 'African Pirate King Iuluz' who was good at black magic that made him even more nervous.

And the other two forces, the Imam Muhammad and Prince Zedan, hit the 'castle tower' with their ideas: "Those people have sent the main force away, and then the Tehnaut oasis will be empty?"