Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

When the whistle of the enemy attack sounded, the entire valley outpost fortress was instantly boiling.

Michelle rushed out of the barracks tent, followed the large group of people and ran up to the fortress wall with a nervous look on her face. She looked around to find a suitable place to fight and cast spells, but found that every wall was full of soldiers holding magic weapons, and there was no place for her to stand.

The soldiers stationed at the outpost had already experienced this scene skillfully, and they didn't need the superiors to tell them too much. Everyone knew what they should do next. In the trenches on the riverbank slope outside the fortress, the ambushed enemy troops had already been in place in advance.

Like every winter, the soldiers on the fortress wall in the alert state were responsible for early warning and observation. Once they found the traces of the evil orcs on the other side of the glacier river, they would immediately sound the whistle. The troops responsible for blocking the enemy on the front line would immediately pass through the criss-crossing trenches and tunnels, quickly reach the riverbank slope outside, and greet the enemy crossing the river from a high position.

The white cold mist on the frozen river had not yet completely dissipated, and a large group of black shadows could be vaguely observed approaching. Dave squeezed to the top of the wall and tiptoed to make a rough estimate. He found that there were about a thousand evil orcs, which should be the entire force of a complete small tribe. If it were two or three years ago, this would be an absolutely difficult battle. The soldiers on the riverbank outside the fortress had to fight and retreat, and suffered certain casualties to delay their offensive, while the soldiers in the outpost needed to continue to alternate and rotate shooting to barely repel them.

But now it is different. After two or three years of development, the pioneer territory has already undergone earth-shaking changes.

A soldier of the artillery group lifted the tarpaulin, revealing the magic-powered cannon installed on the wall in advance. He repeatedly checked the barrel and the gun body mechanism several times to confirm that they were not frozen by snow and ice, and then began to load ammunition according to the process.

Michel saw Dave passing by him and quickly stopped him, "Captain Dave, what is my combat mission? Are there any signs of spellcasters among the enemies? Do I need to reach the defense line outside..."

Daf held a rolled tobacco leaf in his mouth, squinted his eyes and smiled, "Mr. Michel, you just stay on the wall and observe, why do you have to go to the trench outside the city? You can't use the magic gun..."

Michel was stunned for a moment, rubbing his hands and said hesitantly, "I am a spellcaster... If I encounter an evil orc priest, I will always need to deal with it, right? I heard that the enemy has the magic to refine corpse puppets."

A gun crew leader heard Michel's concerns and approached with a smile, "We used to be helpless against their huge corpse monsters, but since we have this thing... hehe" He said, patting the smooth metal barrel with joy, looking like he couldn't let it go.

"In short, you stay here and don't move around. Be careful not to be accidentally injured by the magic gun. After the battle, I will arrange soldiers to collect complete corpse materials for you!" Dave patted the young necromancer on the shoulder and walked to the other side of the wall with a tobacco leaf in his mouth.

Leaving Michelle, who felt extremely embarrassed because of doing nothing.

Not long after, the soldiers on guard in the sentry tower found that the enemy began to cross the river slowly. After more than a month of continuous extreme cold and low temperature, the river surface in the valley outpost area, which was originally slow in flow, had long been completely frozen, and could fully withstand the tall and strong evil orcs walking on the ice to cross the river.

When the soldiers on the city wall could clearly see the hideous evil orcs on the ice of the river, the bombardment began.

The air wave rolled up the snow on the wall below the muzzle, and the low humming sound made Michelle, who was standing nearby, feel a slight dull pain in her ears. A cloud of ice debris with blood mist suddenly rose on the ice surface of the wide river in the distance, and the evil orcs who were sparsely crossing the river fell down, leaving a conspicuous huge blood flower at the point where the shell fell.

"There's a big guy on the other side!" The gun crew observer pointed to the back of the enemy team, "It should be a corpse puppet monster!"

The artilleryman quickly turned the capstan, raised the muzzle to the target direction, and loaded and fired again - compared to just randomly measuring the range and firing according to the shooting scale, it still requires certain experience and skills to accurately attack a single target.

So this shell did not hit the corpse puppet monster directly, but just brushed past it and fell to the back, but it also released a large amount of energy beams at the moment of explosion, piercing half of the target's body into a sieve.

Almost at the same time, another artillery group also fired a shell, which luckily hit the crumbling corpse puppet monster directly, and blasted it into a pool of blood and flesh.

"What a powerful attack weapon!" Michelle opened his mouth slightly, stunned in shock, and seemed to be able to faintly sense the breath of magic fluctuations escaping from the muzzles of the two magic-powered cannons beside him.

"Is this the new alchemical weapon used by the Spellcaster Union... to fight against the invasion of the demons?"

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The evil orcs who had crossed the river halfway broke out in a commotion, and began to spray quickly towards the other side, and flexibly dispersed and interspersed, so that the artillery group could no longer find a suitable opportunity.

Next, it was the turn of the troops responsible for blocking the enemy on the riverbank slope. In order to ensure the shooting hit rate, they waited patiently until the enemy rushed across the frozen river surface and approached a distance of 50 meters before starting to fire.

The shooting noise of the magic gun is far less than that of the magic-powered cannon. Staying on the fortress wall, you can't hear any sound at all. You can only see that the evil orcs who rushed to the nearby suddenly fell down in a large group, as if they were swept by a huge invisible sickle of the god of death.

At this moment, several huge white mists suddenly rose from the frozen river surface, and several huge corpse puppets as big as small hills broke through the ice from the bottom of the river and climbed up the river bank with a roar.

"Tsk... These guys still only know how to use this trick. They must have entered the water from the unfrozen river upstream, and then arrived here downstream to ambush in advance."

Michelle squinted her eyes and looked at the river beach, and finally saw the appearance of these corpse puppets clearly.

"God of the dead! This size of stitched corpse puppet... I'm afraid it will require a large number of magical creatures' corpses to stitch and refine." He lay on the wall with some envy, muttering in a low voice, "If only I could get one..."

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The collar of his shirt was suddenly grabbed by someone, and Dave's voice came from behind, "Be careful not to fall off the wall! Mr. Michel!"

Michel nodded repeatedly, and then pleaded anxiously: "Captain Dave, after the large attack magic weapon smashes the corpse puppet... can you let me collect some corpse fragments, uh... for magic research."

Daf grinned and asked in confusion: "Oh? This thing is still worth researching?"

He rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "Then I'll find a way to get you a complete one!"

Before Michelle could react, he saw Dave holding a tobacco leaf roll, pulling out a brass long sword from his waist, and leaping down from the battlement of the city wall. Several soldiers holding long swords followed him.

"Wow! Commander Dave took the blood warriors to have fun with those big guys!" A soldier whispered and teased.