While Quest and the others were studying how to use the secret weapon, the "Gollum Elixir", to surprise the upcoming demon army that would encircle and suppress the fortress, Ogre Blue, who was entrusted by the commander of the Batto Xenoplane Mercenary Fortress, was also in full swing preparing for other war needs.

With the unremitting efforts of the mages and evil priests who are medical workers, more and more wounded soldiers who have received treatment have begun to return to the formation.

Although the simple elemental prosthetics made by the casters may not be as easy to use from the soil of the battlefield soaked in the flesh and blood of the demons of the lower realms, and will slowly affect the consciousness of these mercenaries on the material plane, it will eventually allow these soldiers who do not have the regenerative ability of the demons to pick up their swords and guns again - without wasting the supplies of the fortress.

The Stronghold's defenses had previously been exposed to a number of problems when they were unable to respond to an air attack by the Skywalkers—the Stronghold had no way to effectively counter attacks from the air.

Let the young blue dragon as the commander take the elite Batzu Devil as a "death squad" every time, it is too dangerous, maybe there is some monster hidden in the demon army, and second, it will also create a vacuum of high-end combat power, and the wolf snake demon overseer could have caused more damage in the fortress if it were not for the sneak attack of the half-lich Sneid.

In order to solve this problem, in the fortress forge workshop, the ogre blacksmith Naru, under the guidance of the goblin engineer Ricknaz, made a number of giant crossbow arrows from the best materials. The casters then carved a variety of enchantment effects such as gravity circles and explosion circles on them, and filled the reserved grooves with silver dust. Once a special crossbow bolt is fired, these arrangements take effect the moment they hit the target. Those hanging behemoths that pose a great threat to the fortress's defenses will repeat the tragedy of the Hindenburg once they are hit.

Of course, after the war machine of Bato's Xenoplane Mercenary Fortress was put into operation, preparations were made that went far beyond that.

As the saying goes, "It is the weapons that win the war, and the soldiers who win."

If the army is a melting pot, then the army on the battlefield of bloody war is the largest melting pot in the multiverse. The largest number of defenders of the fortress were warriors who came from all material planes to be "recruited" by the devils.

These people have different appearances, speak languages that they don't understand each other, and have different customs. But in the melting pot of the fortress, they are growing at an astonishing rate - slaughtering demons not only sharpens their skills, but also urges them to keep learning new things.

To take the simplest example, when these people were first sent to this camp, only a handful of them were able to master the language of purgatory. However, in less than ten days, most of the surviving alien mercenaries could speak two words of this language used by the demons of the lower realms, let alone understand simple orders.

Maybe before coming here, these people had different occupations. Some are rangers, some are brute fighters, and some are wanderers...... , but at this moment they all have only one identity - soldiers, soldiers who have to fight desperately to survive the bloody battle.

Perhaps also due to the influence of the rules of order in Bato's Nine Prisons, these soldiers also spontaneously formed combat groups under the general rules of their respective formations, and cooperated with each other to better resist the incoming demons on the battlefield.

This choice was not made out of comradeship, and in fact, the army of Bato Nine Prisons never advocated "all for one, one for all". The cooperation between the soldiers is only for themselves, in order to keep themselves from being exposed to the enemy, and in order to give themselves a greater chance of survival.

Therefore, every soldier carefully befriended those "comrades-in-arms" who were helpful to the preservation of his own life, and the rule that "the strong prevails" is the accepted criterion for this choice.

Needless to say, our "broombrow brow" boss Dalton is not only the original younger brother who survived several battles, but also some other soldiers like to gather under this strong man and wait for his dispatch.

As for the former paladin, Jensen, who is now paying off debts on the battlefield of bloody battles, is also supported by some soldiers because of his excellent skills and neatness when slaughtering demons.

It's just that, unlike Dalton, Jensen never promised to "cover" anyone.

One is the silent proverb, and the other is that this guilty paladin who is considered by Dalton to be very similar to "the second son of his own family", stubbornly believes that he is not worthy of anyone's expectations at this time, and can only be qualified to wash away his mistakes and become a holy warrior again.

However, his attitude of not taking the initiative and being irresponsible occasionally angered some soldiers who were originally thorns: "You guy is really shameless, and he can only recommend you to join the Ferguson team because he can afford you......"

But he was only halfway through his words, and a slap the size of a puff fan hit the short ranger on the back of the head who was suspected of being mixed with Dilo's dwarven blood. Without any resistance, the thorn collapsed to the ground in a daze.

"I'm sorry, but he spoke too loudly and disturbed me. Dalton, the broombrow boss, explained to Jensen, who was looking at him.

No one objected, not even the rest of Ferguson's team who had come with the ranger to find fault.

Again, this is Bato's Alien Mercenary Fortress.

Dalton, a hard stubble, has established his prestige in this fortress on a small scale through several major battles, not to mention that he has to face a group of little brothers around him who are waiting to be dispatched, and no one will stand up for that Ranger who seems to be a half-ranger.

As if he couldn't get enough of it, the underworld boss bent down and picked up the unlucky ranger's weapon—a heavily lacquered longbow made of purple shirt wood that was five feet out when not winded. Pulling it can shoot arrows at least two hundred paces away, and can easily pierce armor at close range.

The bow has smooth arms, indicating that it has been used for many years, and the bow is evenly painted with heavy lacquer, which is good for maintaining elasticity in the humid rainforest, and is generally quite good and valuable in terms of good care.

Although the broom eyebrow boss is not an expert in using bows and arrows, after all, he still has experience and experience as a big man.

He gently pulled the longbow a few times—he was afraid of damaging it too hard, so he threw it to one of his younger brothers, who also used bows and arrows, to satisfactorily throw it to his younger brother, who also used bows and arrows: "This bow is okay, we have to find a good home for it." Besides, it's inconvenient for such a short guy to make such a long bow, hahaha. ”

As Dalton spoke, jokingly gesturing at the ranger's height, a burst of laughter erupted among his younger brother and some of the onlookers.

Jensen glanced at Dalton and didn't speak. He just silently got up and grabbed the thorny ranger who had fallen to the ground and left unattended, and then put it on his shoulder and walked out of the crowd. Judging by the direction he was traveling, he should have been heading for the field medical battalion.

"Boss, that kid is a little too ignorant. A confidant muttered to Dalton.

Dalton just glanced back at him, looked at Jensen's back, and sighed imperceptibly.

"It's fucking like that two-pole boy. Dalton just cursed in his heart.