Dwarves are known for their craftsmanship.

Their forging skills are excellent, and not only is each of them a skilled craftsman, but their burly physique also makes them natural warriors.

They don't need to change weapons, just pick up a forging hammer and these guys can smash anyone's skull.

Or toes.

Phantom Continent, a plane that merged with this undead realm thousands of years ago.

This led to a full-scale invasion by the god of the dead with his huge army, only to end up losing both sides.

The army of the god of the dead was not one out of ten, and it even had to endure the pain of cutting off the part of the territory that produced the fusion, which can be said to be a fiasco.

It's just that the creatures of the Phantom Spirit Continent are also uncomfortable, and they are completely crippled.

The only good news is that they have a god in that world, and they have forcibly spawned a lower god with the lives of countless top powerhouses of the race.

It's just that this news is not good for everyone, because the gods are also raced.

And this god is a dwarf.

During thousands of years of self-cultivation and recuperation, the creatures of the Phantom Spirit Continent relied on their powerful reproductive ability to quickly recover to their peak.

It's just that the world that was originally full of flowers has been completely reduced to the world of dwarves at this moment.

The other races have either perished, cowered in a corner, or integrated into the dwarven race.

And with the complete occupation of that world by the dwarves, the era that belongs to them has also completely descended.

Forging industry! Heavy industry! Steam industry!

The dwarves took their talents to the extreme, fusing magic and steam to create a civilization of their own.

And today, after accidentally learning that there is infighting within the former enemy, and all the troops that have been accumulated over the years seem to have been exhausted, they think that their chance for revenge has finally come.

So the army marches! The portal opens!

The latest steam tanks and steam airships are all on the battlefield! Even the soldiers wore the latest steam armor! It can effectively block the erosion of the breath of death! Let them fight for a long time in the undead realm!

In order to get back on the field! In order to be able to take revenge! Over the years, the dwarves have been trying to find ways to research technology against the undead!

A steam armor that blocks the breath of death! A steam airship designed to clean up tactics against the undead people!

And the attack force is extremely strong! Steam tanks that can roam the sea of the dead, and steam mechs that are designed to deal with the undead giants!

They came prepared this time! Vows to destroy this evil realm of the undead!

The portal that opened quietly, the corner where it appeared was very good, and it didn't make any big movements.

A large number of legions began to assemble here, and their numbers increased.

They are different from Gu Erdan's troops, Gu Erdan still has to use his little brother as a battery, while the other party has a special steam equipment to provide energy.

In other words, the army that the other side can send is not one-tenth, but almost more than half!

These armies were assembled for three days, during which the dwarves were ready to fight the enemy at any time.

However, three days later, their army had been completely assembled, but they still did not wait for any enemy to appear.

As if the other party really didn't find their traces, it made the dwarves more and more convinced that the forces of the god of the dead had been completely crushed in internal strife, and now they couldn't even do effective reconnaissance.

What they didn't know was that hundreds of miles away from them, an army of the undead was gathering nervously at this moment.

It's just that these assembled armies are not regular armies or ace armies, but a motley group of troops.

A group of land snakes who manage the area.

The sudden appearance of countless legions is still a steam force, and the movement can be imagined.

Even if you don't scout carefully, you will inevitably find clues, let alone these ragtag troops who are eager to turn over the ground three times a day.

Before the ceremony was over, the leaders here had already received the news from the younger brother.

However, they did not choose to inform Gu Erdan or a certain general, but began to assemble themselves, intending to use their own strength to eat each other.

And it was the leader of this area who gave them this courage, a ghost knight lord named Sam, and one of the demigods who had just been promoted!

The wind was cold, and Sam, the ghost knight lord, stood on the mountain peak, his sword in his hands.

He was checking the build-up of the other side through the vision transmitted back by the flying troops.

And behind him, a large number of motley army leaders have long sharpened their knives, waiting to attack.

The eldest son, who was standing next to Sam, had a hesitant expression at the moment, and after being entangled for a long time, he couldn't help but whisper a reminder.

"Father, with our own strength, is it a little too reluctant? Even if you don't notify Your Majesty, it's okay to call a few more regular troops to suppress the formation, but it's really okay to call some miscellaneous troops to support. ”

The eldest son's words made Sam's eyes flicker slightly, and he slowly shook his head.

"No, we must not shout, this is an opportunity given by God to make our contributions, do you think if we call someone to come, how many mouthfuls of meat can we get? Don't forget that the undead realm is now sub-regional, in order to be able to invade the other world, the lords of each region have long been united, a region is a group, as long as you notify one of them, I'm afraid it will be the troops of the entire region. ”

"But on our own............"

"General Ben has 100,000 regular troops! And 400,000 miscellaneous troops! Not to mention that there are more than 300 ragtag army leaders to assist in the battle! It's just a world of invading troops! General Ben has at least a fifty percent chance of winning! This battle! I can hit it! ”

Hearing his father's words, the eldest son nodded slightly, but did not refute.

As the saying goes, one person gets the chicken dog to ascend to heaven, and with the ghost knight lord Sam becoming the regular commander of the legion, his troop treatment will naturally rise.

At this time, under the command of Gu Erdan, the basic treatment of the regular army has been mentioned to the ninth-order strength.

Every regular corps commander is entitled to form a regular army of 100,000 men.

These regular army units are all funded and trained by Gu Erdan for free, and if the number exceeds the standard, the extra ones can only be raised by the corps commander himself at the expense of meritorious service.

It is precisely because of the fact that he has raised so many regular army troops that Gu Erdan is so not rich at hand.

After all, there are a lot of regular troops! Everyone has risen to the ninth rank! The cost can be imagined.

Not to mention that the Ace Army is still evolving towards a full lord!

This kind of consumption is simply more terrifying than the creation of gods.

And the reason why Gu Erdan made so many top-notch combat power was mainly to prepare for the invasion of other worlds.

After all, it is too difficult for the gods to cross the plane, and they have to rely on this kind of mid-range combat power to really fight.

Therefore, this kind of mid-range combat power must be more, the more the better, and it is best to be as much as possible to pile up the death gods!

One demigod can fight against a hundred lords! One god can fight dozens of demigods!

Then by analogy, Gu Erdan threw over millions of lords in one go, and he should be able to push the middle god horizontally.

If it's really not enough, add more, anyway, with the snowball style of play, he will never lose.

The dwarven forces nervously teleported the legion into the undead realm, and the undead coalition led by the ghost knight lord also waited silently and did not choose to attack.

In the face of this kind of military exploits, they wish that the more they have, the better.

In this strange atmosphere, on the fourth day, the dwarven steam troops were finally all teleported.

They're starting to march.