c_t; Above the Camille Wasteland, the battle between humans and the undead has begun. [.com almost all the books I want to read.,It's much more stable than the general station.,It's faster than the average station.,There's no ads in the whole text.] ]79

From the moment the dark canopy fell, the war horn of the Thunder Fortress had been sounded, and the war horn made by alchemists was made from the wild white cattle in the Lynta Heights, which could be passed down for hundreds of years without damage, and the sound produced was low, powerful, and powerful, and full of penetrating 'sex', enough to transmit from the air vents in the ground to the underground fortress.

With the seventy-two war horns sounding in turn, the sleeping war beast of the Thunder Fortress slowly opened its eyes.

Old Logan sat on the wall with a golden sword, and in front of the bonfire that had just risen, and the little boar that had been roasted on the bonfire with a spear pierced through it. It is said that small is only relatively speaking, but in fact, it also has a weight of more than 200 catties. Looking at the 'cloudy' clouds sweeping in the sky, old Logan tore off a pig's 'leg' and chewed it twice, then turned to Franco standing beside him and laughed: "Little rabbit, can you handle it?"

Franco glanced at the 'shadow' on the horizon with disdainful eyes and sneered, "A rabble. ”

"Don't underestimate these bones, the Timberwolves and the White Lion family are not easy to match, but they are not planted in their hands without explanation. If it's not that they're hiding their hole cards, then they have someone behind them!" Old Logan's eyes flashed with an imperceptible 'fine' light, and then dimmed again.

He laughed, picked up the barrel and took a sip, wiped his beard and laughed: "No matter, I'm still '' blind at this age." It's all up to you little bunnies now. Let's do a good job, just take revenge on those two families. Don't overturn the boat in the 'yin' ditch, and finally 'force' you to come out of the top cylinder!"

"When I'm done cleaning up these skeletons, I'll let those refugees get out. Franco said with squinted eyes.

Rogan ignored Franco's temptation, just waved his hand indifferently and refocused on the roast pig in his hand.

The gray-and-white 'colour' sea flooded the entire Camille Heath.

Spiritist-summoned skeletons and zombies are theoretically impossible to travel long distances, and aside from the limitations of their magical power, the material of this primary undead cannon fodder unit itself is not enough to support long journeys. [There are almost all the books I want to read.,It's much more stable and faster than the general station.,There's no ads in the whole text.] Although the defense of the northern line of the Camille Wasteland is not as good as that of the southern line, the uninhabited wasteland of tens of kilometers itself is the best natural barrier. Whether the living or the dead want to cross the wasteland to attack the Thunder Fortress's defensive belt, it will cost a great deal of money.

But under the dark canopy, the usual weaknesses of these undead forces will disappear with them. The world in darkness is the world of the dead, where the laws of this world are reversed and replaced by the will of the Lord of Death.

The first skeleton warrior set foot on the Camille Heath, and behind it were endless companions. From the Northern Counties to the Sword Keep, almost half of the entire kingdom of Oakland has been lost, and more than a million people have died from the plague, and the dead are still at peace, and the cursed cultists have reawakened and become part of the army of the undead.

The Skeleton Warrior's pace seemed slow, but after dozens of breaths, it had already turned into a gray and white 'colored' zone with no end in sight on either side. In fact, with the blessing of the dark canopy, they can travel a few points faster than the flesh and blood human soldiers.

Farther away from the battlefield, giant corpse trucks were fixed to the high ground. The size of these 'meat' carts was so huge, almost two stories high, that they could only be moved by the powerful white bone mammoth, and their power was naturally worthy of this size.

Countless flesh-and-blood corpses were thrown into the grinding mill, and after the transformation of magic, they quickly condensed into flesh-and-blood cannonballs, which were shot into the sky from the bloody mouth of the corpse cart.

A full 500 giant flesh and blood corpse carts, with their ultra-long attack range and firing speed comparable to that of a 'bed' crossbow, instantly covered almost all the defensive areas in the northern part of the Thunder Fortress.

At the moment when hundreds of flesh and blood shells fell from the sky, Franco's face was extremely colorful. Whoever sees that the number of siege equipment on the other side has reached such a level, I am afraid that the 'color' of the face will not be too good-looking.

"Do those people in the country feed to their brains all day long?" Franco gritted his teeth as he glared at the 'shadow' on the horizon, his eyes almost bursting into flames. Low-level undead units can also be interpreted as the souls of the dead swept along the way, and that number of siege weapons is unjustifiable in any way. Even magic can't create a bulky and well-constructed siege machine out of thin air, and it would be ridiculous to use a lot of manpower and material resources to create such a powerful siege weapon, and it would be ridiculous to say that such a large-scale construction process could completely hide from the eyes of the human kingdom.

In other words, it must be the result of someone behind the scenes, even at the expense of help.

"The little girl of the wolf family mentioned this, and now she has a personal experience when she sees it with her own eyes......" Old Logan shook his head and smiled at Franco: "Do you still think that those little guys were able to escape out of luck?"

"the king!" Franco kicked on the battlements of the city wall and shouted at a man in magic robes standing behind him, "Raise the Sun Sword!

"Yes, Lord Franco. ”

The man in the robe lowered his head slightly, glanced at Old Logan's expression with the corner of his eye, took out a fist-sized crystal ball from his sleeve, and said to the other end of the communication crystal: "Activate the Sun Divine Sword of the fourth, fifth, and eighth towers, the target is the opponent's siege machine, anchor coordinates seven hundred and twenty-four, sixty-five ......."

Flesh and blood cannonballs rained down on the Thunder Fortress's defenses, and since the human army had not yet appeared, there were few casualties this time. The flesh and blood cannonballs of this power were not yet able to deal effective damage to the stone ancient structures, but the newly built fortresses, checkpoints, walls, and outposts in the defensive zone were all damaged to varying degrees.

Compared to the extent of the damage to the city defense buildings, the really serious problem is the scattered blood 'flesh'. The raw materials of each flesh cannonball, all carrying a deadly plague transformed by magic, spread in all directions the moment it landed, infecting all living creatures around it at a speed visible to the flesh.

The undead fight in a very different way from the conventional human race, they don't care about the gains and losses of a city or a place, and they don't care about morality and honor. This is a battle between the dead and the living, death and time are their natural allies, and the invisible plague is a more efficient slaughter weapon than the fragile body of the skeleton warrior.

"Send the temple priests to clean up this area. Despite his temper, Franco was not a southerner who had never seen the world, and he quickly grasped the key point in this situation, calmed down and began to give orders.

The sound of mechanical bearings running faintly emanates from the rock fortress behind him, and three round mounds made of unknown metal rise from the top of the fortress, and if you look down from the top, you will find that these metal mounds are essentially layers of metal outer walls.

When the outer wall of the first layer was raised to a height of 20 meters, it was fixed, and then the second metal wall of the inner ring continued to rise upward. It seemed to be bulky but in fact it was not slow at all, and it only took two minutes for three towers up to 100 meters high to rise from the ground.

If El and Tiana hadn't been blocked by the valley at this time, they would have been surprised to find that the appearance of the three towers was very similar to the alchemy device that Master Stephen 'operated' when they were fighting in Isttalon. The tower was once the hole card that Master Stephen refused to use until the critical moment, and here, these three towers seemed to be just regular defensive equipment for the Thunder Fortress.

Just after the first batch of flesh and blood shells had finished bombardment, the top of the three towers, huge bright yellow 'colored' crystals flashed at the same time. The sunlight in the sky suddenly brightened, almost sweeping away the 'cloud' clouds that filled the sky, and three huge rays of light that could not be seen directly with the 'flesh' eye pierced the sky with the strange sound of the air being burned.

Three rays of light swept across the 'shadow' of the horizon, and the entire sea of gray and white 'color' of the army of death was suddenly separated. Dozens of legions of skeleton warriors in front of them were still marching in silence, and behind them, a vacuum appeared on the ground that had been burned by the fire of the sun.

More than fifty meters wide and stretching across a temporarily incalculable vacuum from east to west, nothing exists other than the black 'colored' sand characteristic of the Camille Heath. All the grinding 'meat' corpse carts and the huge bone mammoths arranged on the high ground disappeared into thin air, as if they had never existed in this world.

Only in that moment, the air that was scorched and boiled appeared with a brilliant 'color' similar to the sunset, but the afterglow of this glow was also fatally dangerous, and the undead troops on the edge of the vacuum zone burned involuntarily in the glow, and in a few breaths they turned into a mass of ashes that were completely useless.

The master of the army of the undead may have enough strength and intelligence, but he clearly doesn't have enough battlefield experience. The act of placing siege weapons on high ground was indeed normal military common sense, but he obviously didn't consider why Thunder Fortress would allow such a thing as "high ground" to exist within its own defensive range of the 'shooting' boundary.

It was a trap that had been designed long ago to prevent it from happening, and the corresponding coordinates had already been documented.

After being ravaged by plagues and armies of the undead, humanity has finally shown what it takes to be the overlord of the land. As the most powerful military powerhouse in the Kingdom of Oakland, Thunder Fortress holds the country's proudest alchemical creation.

The clearing effect of the Sun Sword seemed to have given enough shock to the controllers of the army of the undead, and the speed of the Gray 'Color' Ocean finally stalled a little. But at this time, old Logan straightened up, his eyes fixed on the dark canopy in the distance, and his brows furrowed.

"The trouble is coming. He whispered.

"I'd like to see what other tricks they can play. Franco sneered.

"Trust me, little bunny, you won't like this kind of trouble. Old Logan pouted his teeth and sighed with a sad face.

Franco looked at his father in some confusion and was about to say something, when suddenly the soldier next to him exclaimed.

The dark canopy that shrouded the northern half of the sky suddenly tore open a huge gap, and a sharp bow covered with scars broke through the dark 'fog' and headed straight for the Thunder Fortress!

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