Legendary Hero

When it was more than 500 meters away from the coast, the fleet stopped, and three armored warships lined up at the forefront.

Luo Lin had already returned to the flagship, and in order to prevent another inexplicable strong man from jumping out to assassinate him, Narosa stood by his side. At the same time, the remaining 20 barrels of Undead Busters in the fleet were all on the deck of the armored battleship.

"Let's start." Luo Lin said to the magician Roman next to him.

The six magicians on board began to use throwing magic on the wooden barrel containing the nemesis.

This is an intermediate magic. In Rowling's view, it is to create a vector force field and throw objects in the force field far away. 100 meters away.

A barrel of Undead Buster weighs about 80 kilograms, and at the current distance, it can be easily thrown to the shore.

The magician Roman walked to the side of a wooden barrel, put his hand on the side of the barrel, and then quickly chanted a spell, a gleam flashed on his hand, and the wooden barrel was suspended, then Roman stopped for a while, It should be aiming, and then there was a 'hu' sound, and the wooden barrel was thrown out, drawing a beautiful parabola, and accurately hitting the place where the undead were most dense.

A large amount of smoke rose into the sky, and where the smoke passed, those ordinary undead almost fell down in the wind, fell to the ground, and scattered all over the ground.

The effect was really shocking. The people on the armored battleship had been prepared for a long time, but they were still shocked. The orcs and undead who were fighting on the shore were all dumbfounded.

After the orcs were shocked, they were ecstatic, and each of them looked up to the sky and roared, fighting desperately. The orc king Thorger was already drenched in blood, but his majesty remained undiminished. He raised his arms and shouted: "Warriors, kill! Kill these undead!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Wooden barrels were continuously thrown over, evenly distributed over the entire South China Sea cape, thick smoke billowed, and the entire cape was shrouded in thick smoke.

Where the thick smoke passed, the undead would either retreat. If they didn't retreat, the low-level undead would immediately fall apart, and the high-level undead would also wobble and stand unstable, and then they would be easily beheaded by the orcs.

Thorger fought hard at the beginning, but he quickly understood what the human race meant. He was buying time for them to board the ship, and issued an order loudly: "Hide in the smoke! Hide in the smoke! Cover our wives and children. Boat!"

The orcs began to tighten their battle lines, relying on the power of the undead nemesis, to defend the cape of the South China Sea. On the other side, a human woman and a half-orc baby hiding behind were escorted over.

On the sea, Luo Lin also ordered: "Pick them up on board!"

One after another, the merchant ships began to dock one by one, took off the sampan, and welcomed the orc tribe onto the ship.

Innocent, the commander of the undead, was also dumbfounded. The situation of the battle changed so fast. They had the upper hand a moment ago and were almost on the verge of annihilating the orcs. The orcs boarded the ship, but they were powerless to stop them.

Even the most powerful undead warriors rushed into the smoke, their strength was less than one-fifth of their usual strength, and they were easily killed by the orc warriors, and their deaths were worthless.

Innocent didn't quite understand the power of the smoke when he watched the battle of the gargoyles on the sea before, but now that he experienced it himself, he really understood the horror of this thing.

He was extremely anxious, but there was nothing he could do.

Because the orcs don't have magicians, they only have so-called priests who don't have much fighting power, so they didn't bring the lich over, so naturally they couldn't disperse the smoke, and now they can only watch.

"Damn it!" Innocent gritted his teeth, cursing was the only thing he could do.

One after another merchant ships came, filled with people, and then sailed out of the cape one after another, while the number of people on the shore became less and less. An hour later, all the women and children on the cape were on board.

The number of these people is less than 30,000, and this still counts babies, and the space they actually occupy is still 20,000. A merchant ship can hold nearly four hundred people, so these people have not filled fifty ships, and there are seventy merchant ships empty.

The orc warriors also began to board the ship.

Thorger led his warriors to confront the undead outside the smoke, while silently estimating the number of surviving warriors in his heart. When almost all the warriors boarded the ship, he felt his heart was bleeding.

In a short period of time, more than half of the orcs died, and less than 20,000 survived. There were more than 120 ships, and none of them were full.

So many people died, but the number of high-level undead they killed was less than five thousand, and a small half of them were helped by this magical smoke.

Seeing that all the orcs had boarded the boat, Luo Lin looked at the undead in the distance who were still watching around in the smoke, and ordered: "Shoot three rounds!"

"Boom boom boom" The cannonballs filled with holy crystals are constantly blooming in the cape. As long as they fall among the undead, a distance of 50 meters around will be cleared. Yes, it's all over.

After a round of salvo, Innocent turned pale with fright and hurriedly ordered: "Retreat! Retreat!"

"Boom!" A shell exploded not far from him, his body shook, and then he felt waves of scorching pain, which was something he had never experienced since he became an undead.

Looking down, several transparent holes appeared on the withered flesh of his body. There were golden flames burning slowly in the holes. If it was not blocked by the strong death magic power, his fate would definitely be the same as other undead, falling to the ground Great.

Innocent was terrified, and no longer cared about the commander's reserve, he ran into the dense forest without hesitation.

Fortunately, the opponent's attack didn't take long. After five or six minutes, the terrifying attack stopped. Innocent poked his head out from behind the tree and glanced at the sea, making sure that all the terrifying iron-clad warships had sailed away. At the cape, he dared to come out from his hiding place and start counting the losses.

After a round of inspection, after the results came out, Innocent was too shocked to speak.

In this short period of time, more than 12,000 high-level undead were killed, twice as many as those killed by the orcs. Of the 30,000 high-level undead warriors brought out, only a little over 10,000 remained. The loss was terrible.

Innocent looked at the corpses of the orc warriors again, and after just one glance, he knew that these corpses could not be resurrected as undead. Although the souls of many corpses had not dissipated, the terrible smoke dispelled the vitality in the corpses Even if it is completely revived, it is only a low-level undead, and the power obtained has not been consumed much, so it is not worthwhile at all.

"..." He was completely speechless.

Since he became the commander of the undead army, he has been invincible, invincible, and invincible. He has never encountered a real opponent, not even a wild orc.

But now, his army of undead was restrained by the opponent with stronger and more thorough means. After several rounds of attacks, his army suffered countless damages, and without the slightest counterattack power, the opponent had almost no damage!

At this moment, he saw a figure crawling up from the sea, and upon closer inspection, he turned out to be the Undead Sword Master Moro Volgan. His appearance was extremely tragic, with one arm broken off shoulder to shoulder, and the fracture was covered with pieces of flesh. His energy and spirit were in a slump. After crawling out of the sea, he fell on the shore, staring at the sky, and lay motionless.

Innocent walked over and asked, "Jugmaster, how is the situation?"

He has a deep understanding of the strength of the sword master's martial arts. He said before that he was going to assassinate the commander of the fleet, so it should be fruitful, right?

"I lost." Moro Vogan whispered.

"There are so many of them, and the terrible smoke, it's too risky for you to break in alone." Innocent was not surprised. If he succeeded, the Juggernaut would not be so decadent.

Moro Volgan didn't speak. He knew that what Innocent said was right, but even though his strength was suppressed, he still couldn't accept being defeated by a young man in an upright duel.

The last sword that the opponent used was majestic, deep and heavy, and there was already a faint look of looking down on the world, it was simply unstoppable.

After he escaped from the ship, he practiced all the way under the sea, and finally he found that if he did it again, he would still lose, and maybe even lose even worse. Now only one arm is lost, which is already the best ending.

He could not care about the conflict between the dead and the living, and the defeat of one-on-two last time did not give him such a big blow, but this time, after being defeated in his most proud sword skill, Mo Luogen was almost discouraged A sense of despondency.

"Juvenile Master, have you surrendered?" Innocent asked suddenly.

Mo Luogen's heart was shocked, he woke up from his depression, and then shook his head: "Not really. I was thinking about the confrontation just now."

Yes, he is still alive, even though he is living as an undead, as long as he is alive, he will not lose!

"Let's go, we should go back to Vendome, and we have to report the situation here to the archmage. The smoke is terrible!" Innocent stood up and prepared to lead the army northward.

But at this moment, a gargoyle flew over, it was a messenger, he landed in front of Innocent, and handed Innocent a roll of documents.

Innocent took it, glanced at it, and sighed: "This letter is late."

It was Disentas who reminded him to pay attention to the documents of the Terran fleet. Unfortunately, his army had suffered a great loss, and the loss was irreparable.

.........

In the fleet, Thorger also witnessed the scene after the ironclad battleship fired.

He saw the undead that fell down like grass, the undead commander who was fleeing in embarrassment, and the almost maimed army of undead, and this army was just a nightmare for the orc army.

With such a comparison, Thorge felt deep fear in his heart: "Could it be...is this the true power of the human race?"

If he hadn't raided Vendome that day, if there had been no civil strife in Vendome, and if the opponent had prepared everything and faced the duel in an upright manner, the result... Sorge didn't even dare to think about it.

"Damn Urossis, this despicable liar!" Thorge hated himself for trusting that shameless demon god.

In fact, he overestimated the power of the human race. The reason why the iron-clad battleship fought so smoothly and looked like an invincible opponent in the world was nothing more than relying on the navy's positional advantage, and he still beat the opponent with the preparedness against the unprepared. Just caught off guard.

Next time, when the undead saw them, they wouldn't be foolishly standing on the coast and being beaten, and they would definitely bring a Lich to disperse the smoke.

But Thorge didn't expect so much. He was deeply shocked by the combat power displayed by the fleet. What impressed him the most was not pure force, but the technology that the orcs did not have. , sharp guns, mysterious and powerful smoke, means that he could never imagine.

He is in awe of the knowledge and wisdom of the human race.

Not to mention the shock brought by the fleet to the undead and orcs, Luo Lin has no time to pay attention to these for the time being, because Iona is dying.