"Who am I", "Where am I", "What am I going to do"......

Pale yellow smoke dispersed, revealing several mummies wrapped in shrouds. They hesitated for a moment, and then an answer like Huang Zhongdalu sounded in their heads:

"Kill him! Kill that demonic servant, and you will have eternal peace!"

Hearing the assurances of the commander of Wenfeng, several mummies who were regarded as "hole cards" were no longer confused in an instant. These high-level undead creatures who used the sinful path in the black-robed mage as the "raw material" and were made by Davishuer's own hands suddenly felt the meaning of their existence.

"Okay", "I see", "Obey the law"......

Replying words were uttered in their souls, and they began the final task of their long lives - to destroy the worm-clad Abbard with their own hands, whether they resisted or not, until death.

The process of being mummified by the Great Vishur is definitely the most painful punishment.

Each of the black-robed mages who have committed serious crimes is not a good stubble, so they are sealed away and forced to go through a terrifying journey to replace their internal organs with herbs and alchemical potions, until they reach the other side of death.

A drink and a peck have their own number of days, and if you lose something, you will gain something.

Mummified and subjected to a painful death, they will not only gain new powers that belong to the high-level undead, but will also retain the same skills they had when they were alive.

As for his enemy, the desert elf Oberd, although he has only been together for a moment, has a deep understanding of this:

Even though Oberd's body was partially wormed with the worm plate armor he was wearing, so that he successfully escaped the effects of "Horror Glare" and "Blinding Dust", the vicious "carrion" still found him;

While busy mobilizing their strength to suppress the symptoms of physical illness, the desert elves also had to watch out for the "Rotten Boxing" that several surrounding mummies reached out to attack - unexpectedly, these mummies that looked like they were spellcasters in their lifetimes became extremely powerful after death, and their heavy punches were not only powerful, but also carried a terrible curse of decay;

With great effort, O'Bud dodged the mummies who had become melee combat enthusiasts after death, but the yellow sand in the sky was always there, and the slightest carelessness would drag him down.

Thankfully, though, these mummies aren't very skilled in combos.

When one of them found an opportunity to approach the desert elves and try to split Oburd's skull with a large axe summoned by a spell like a ripe watermelon, his companions were still casting indiscriminate range spells.

With a "bang", disturbed by the dust, the axe slashed into the iron gauntlet raised by Oberd, bursting out with sparks. Expecting that the opponent was likely to change his moves, the mercenary leader hurriedly flashed to the side, and stabbed the magic sword that had just been condensed into the opponent's arms.

Instinctively driven and guided by skill, Obold used the spikes on his iron gauntlet to unload his opponent's weapon. Showing no mercy - he always did not hesitate to use the most savage and dark methods in battle - and with the power of the worm plate armor, O'Bird smashed the hilt of the magic sword into the hilt of the magic sword like a battering ram, nailing it into the mummy's heart.

A violent explosion suddenly occurred, and the saltpeter, sulfur, and carbon powder mixed in the magic sword ignited and exploded due to the impact. The mummy nailed to his chest then became torn apart, and even some fragments of his body parts were instantly annihilated.

"Phew," he took a sip and spat out the sand mixed in his mouth, Obold's legs stomped heavily on the ground twice as if they were spring-loaded, and quickly jumped into the ranks of half-demon monsters surging behind, "Just contain these undead, the main goal is to break through that line of defense," pointing to the low wall in front of him that the fire dwarf craftsmen had just constructed, he said in a deep voice, "Master's goal...... It should still be in the museum in the back. ”

Truth be told, the Desert Elves were calm and calm, and they weren't carried away by the power they suddenly possessed. However, how could a chaotic creature like the Tanari demon be expected to obey the way the mercenaries were arranged?

Just like in the "old home", these half-demon monsters formed by the metamorphosis of the Acid Mist Worm are still only used to the fighting style of the Tanari demons. For them, it has become an instinct to charge like a swarm.

Shortly after giving the order, Obold frowned. As a seasoned mercenary leader, the Desert Elf can swear from his experience that he has never experienced such a chaotic battlefield. It was like a pot of soup with side dishes and stews, and his order was like adding a handful of firewood under the cauldron, and the whole battlefield boiled.

There was no "reserve", no tactics, and those half-demon monsters just relied on their own "attack high blood thickness" and rushed forward. Aside from the ferocious habits inspired by blood and killing, there is little to be desired.

Originally, the Desert Elves only planned to send a small number of troops to contain a few mummies, as long as they bought a little time to break through the defense line on the frontal battlefield and eliminate the generals on duty, the fire dwarf chieftains, and the Wenfeng generals for him.

However, when it came to the implementation stage, "containment" turned into "siege" without any signs of it. And because a few mummy casters are difficult to deal with, a large number of half-demon monsters have instead become "pinned".

Seeing this, the defenders hiding behind the low wall even had the opportunity to pick up their crossbows and launch a long-range attack on them from the side. Even though most of the half-demons were not too afraid of crossbow arrows, they couldn't stand the presence of sharpshooters, who shot arrows into the weak points of their body defenses and eliminated them at a targeted pace.

"Push out 'Triumph' and 'Fury'!"

Taking advantage of the chaos on the battlefield, after the commander had quietly retreated to the trenches, he decisively ordered the soldiers to prepare stone cannons and "aim at the battlefield ahead" because he did not have to worry about the injuries of the undead...... Well, just launch!"

Several small, efficient trebuchets built by fire dwarf craftsmen were assembled and fixed in place, and the six spiral arms began to spin rapidly with the whizz of arrows in the air.

Stones the size of grinding discs, black oil drums mixed with pine resin sawdust...... All the "cannonballs" that could be found and estimated to be able to damage the monsters were carried out by the fire dwarves and loaded into the launch nets.

Under the action of centrifugal force, the "cannonball" shot out, cutting a half-arc trajectory in the sky, falling into the chaotic formation of the half-demon monster huddled into a pot of porridge.

At the right time, the quick-eyed archer also ignited the rocket, chasing the "cannonballs" containing extremely strong combustibles, adding fuel to the fire of the ruthless half-demons.