A certain mountain peak hundreds of kilometers from the line of defense.

On the seat heaped with stones, Olga was sitting lazily on it, like a salted fish.

He's been here ever since he made the 'gas bomb', and he doesn't bother to move except for the occasional killing of a few monsters.

At this moment, the huge spell projection interface was floating in front of him, broadcasting all the situations of the demon tide in real time.

These probing spells,Although due to the giant enchantment on the periphery of the defensive line,The picture is slightly disturbed and a little blurry,It looks like an old TV with an unstable signal,Crazy mosaics and stripes,But on the whole, they can still play some role.,See things clearly.。

‘177、257、394......’

He could clearly sense that the number of people infected with the indigenous plague was rising.

Due to the fact that those creatures were awake and had a protective layer of magical transformation on their bodies, the spread of the plague was greatly contained, and for the time being, except for a few weaker types, most of them were only contaminated with a little virus on their bodies, and the influence of Orga on them was very limited.

And those who have already invaded the body of the virus, Orga can roughly feel the physical state of those plague hosts, and can manually control the virus in their bodies at critical moments.

However, to be honest, compared to the natives who were recruited, there were one or two more plague patients in the Abyss Monsters than them.

Because most of those 'mobile gas bombs' were mixed in the demon tide, many times they were killed by various long-range weapons without even touching the enemy's face.

In this case, when the virus broke out in their bodies, there was nothing around them except friendly troops, so the first batch of infected people were actually the rest of the monsters in the demon tide.

Orga had also anticipated this situation.

When the tide is over, the plague virus on their bodies will be extinguished.

It's not that he will show mercy when he kills his teammates, that's just thinking too much!

There is no such thing as mercy.

It's just that if those demons die too much, they will more or less cause him some trouble, and there is no need.

After all, if you die too much, you are adding to the side of the demon lord Karto, and Orga doesn't want to go to the big guy's small book for the time being.

It was a bit heavy, not quite a fit for a young and promising demon like him.

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A few days later.

Sitting on the huge monster corpse, Emerson was covered in scars and panting, and after days of fighting, he couldn't help but feel physically and mentally exhausted, and he had the idea of lying down and sleeping.

He didn't wait long for him to sit down, and a heroic voice came from behind him: "Let's go, go have a drink!"

He turned his head to look and saw a small but extremely strong figure.

Judging from the thick beard and physical characteristics of the other party, it is easy to tell that it is a dwarf.

And the other party is also an old acquaintance of Emerson.

Hundreds of years ago, they still had a lot of personal enmities, and it was even more common for them to make trouble for each other!

And those hatreds have been gradually forgotten by the two in these hundred years of common combat, and have been replaced by very good comradeship.

I have to say that this is indeed a bit of a trick.

If it weren't for the invasion of the bottomless abyss, which pushed them to the limit.

These guys of different races and different origins may not be able to get along with each other for the rest of their lives, and they may still have to indulge in the old and long history of racial grievances.

After all, their ancestors have continued their hatred from generation to generation like that.

After shaking his head and throwing out those messy old things, Emerson looked at the dwarf demigod in front of him a little helplessly and said, "Didn't you drink it once some time ago?"

The other party replied with a dissatisfied face: "A few days ago was a few days ago, today is today, as a dwarf, even if I die, I have to drink." ”

Reveal the essence of his own drunkard.

Looking at Emerson, who didn't really want to hear his great opinions, the other party was even more dissatisfied: "If you don't drink, you're in the mood to fight." As long as I have enough wine, I can stay in this place until I am old. ”

Emerson directly shook his head and gave a negative response: "...... False reasoning. ”

Then he looked at the soldiers around him who were gathering the corpses of his companions and dealing with the remnants of various monsters, and said with a heavy gaze:

"How many times have we seen scenes like this?"

"Three hundred, five hundred?"

"Do you think we'll be able to see these monsters expelled?"

The dwarven demigod just scratched his head at this question that they had discussed for an unknown number of times, and replied with some uncertainty, "It should be possible?"

"Anyway, I've lived long enough, and it's not a loss to die. ”

"Besides, I've done my best enough in this war, and if one day I lose completely, I can only face it calmly, because I really can't help it. ”

Looking at the other party's serious look, Emerson thought about it and shook his head with a chuckle.

I feel that what the other party said makes sense.

He really tried his best, whether he succeeded or failed, he couldn't help it.

After all, we can only accept the result calmly.

He stood up and patted the other party's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Let's go, go to the old place to drink, it's time for you to invite me this time!"

The dwarf demigod was suddenly unhappy: "What! I was the one who invited me last time, shouldn't you invite me this time?"

Emerson waved his hand and explained with a firm expression: "Having said that, but you drink several times more wine than me every time, and no matter how you look at it at a time, I will lose it, so I have decided that from now on I will invite you to drink once, and you will invite me to drink three times." ”

The dwarf demigod was furious: "How can this be done, there is no such reason!"

Lao Tzu has taken advantage of him for so many years, how can he give up?

"I ......"

After arguing, they eventually enter the portal.

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Within the line of defense.

Somewhere sealed in the room.

A number of mages, dressed in something resembling chemical suits, circled Emerson.

They were checking Emerson's physical condition, a step that every warrior returning from the battlefield would have to go through.

This is not only to prevent any hidden injuries on the bodies of the combatants, but also to prevent some abyssal monsters from using camouflage methods to sneak into the defense line.

In the very beginning, they had to suffer a lot from that kind of problem.

If it weren't for the fact that the brains of the abyssal creatures were really a bit problematic, and it was easy to drop the chain at the critical moment, this line of defense might have been breached at that time.

After a careful inspection, the inspector headed by the inspector looked at the information transmitted by the inspection ceremony, nodded with satisfaction, confirmed that Emerson had no problems, and released him.

It was also at this moment that Orga, hundreds of kilometers away, slowly sat up with a satisfied smile on her face.

After days of waiting, he finally felt his plague enter the interior of that line of defense!

It's just a plague, but it's a good sign.

As long as there are about ten plagues entering it and successfully spreading, he will be sure to make some big news.

'The rest of the matter is much simpler......