Chapter 492 What the Hell
Three hundred meters away, the orc camp in front of the mine was extremely lively.
The wolf cavalry scattered in the forest had already rushed over when it was very dark. The original brigade of 600 people now only had about 500 left. The main casualties were caused by the counterattack led by Rody, which made the orcs feel a sense of fear. The human team not far away gritted their teeth, each and every one of them clamored to avenge their comrades at dawn.
However, compared to his enthusiastic subordinates, Warlord Godard just stared at the huge mine in front of him in a daze. At this time, he was quite emotional: before entering the Kingdom of Karen, the orcs never thought they were poor. However, after they really entered the human world, they realized that they were no better than beggars.
Orcs are pretty much useless in every way except their strength. There are probably only five "iron mines" in the entire orc kingdom on the prairie, and they are all bare mines of extremely poor quality. In terms of value, the sum may not be comparable to these temporary mines in the Kern Mountains.
Looking at the "Thorium" fragments that his men searched out from the mine, although Godard didn't know how to use this material, as an orc, "looting resources" is definitely an instinct:
"Search the mine, and take as much ore as you can take away!"
Godard didn't want to be just a "overseer" for the rest of his life. In the orc kingdom where force is king, mineral deposits are definitely a precious resource. If you can have these ores, your army will be better armed and more powerful...
After my army grows stronger, what will Sauron be...
He clenched his fists, and the thoughts that had been growing in his heart became stronger and stronger.
On the other side, the black-robed orc with a staff in his hand was looking straight ahead, almost numbly organizing batch after batch of zombies to rush up the ramp.
By this time, the trench dug by Rody and the others had been filled with broken corpses. There were too many zombies lying on the front line, and the soldiers had to push them down the cliff again and again.
By this time, the attacking undead were no longer private soldiers of nobles, but mostly farmers in plain clothes... Obviously, all the nearby villagers slaughtered by the orcs had become troops under the necromancer.
The mountain wind at night was extremely cold, but the zombies were not affected at all. They kept rushing up, slowly consuming the strength of the team in front of them——as a necromancer with powerful spell abilities, this black-robed orc didn't go up to it himself. The intention of the battlefield, because in his eyes... even if these stubborn human beings try their best, they can only linger until tomorrow morning.
"Efta's nobles have been cleaned up so far, and you guys who are in the way are the only ones left.
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"What's the point of resisting now?"
Under the black hood, the orc's words were full of undisguised arrogance and sarcasm.
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"Ding!"
Rody rubbed his hands vigorously, followed the prompt and clicked on the [Status Bar], and found that there was a line of words displayed on it without accident:
The title of "Undead Slayer" has been upgraded to the third level!
After raising his eyes to confirm that the front line was stable, Rody clicked on the instructions and carefully read the upgraded rewards.
Speaking of which, he had long forgotten that the title of "Undead Slayer" could be upgraded. For a long time, he used the title of "The Last Demon Hunter" to fight, and it was not until the afternoon that he switched the title to deal with the undead. When a large number of undead were killed by soldiers, Roddy discovered that the title had started keep upgrading...
When I first got this title, it came with two skills, "Look for Weakness: Undead" and "Virus Resistance". Then, after killing 100 and 300 undead, they were prompted to upgrade one after another, and gained two new skills:
"Tracking: Undead" level 1
Activate: Display the undead within 200 meters of the surrounding area on the map bar, and cannot display the sneak target.
Consumption: 10 stamina per minute.
"Camouflage: Undead" Level 1
Consumption: 50 stamina
Duration: 3 minutes
Use: Conceal your breath, greatly reduce the probability of being discovered by undead, and can be recognized by high-level undead.
These skills are very targeted, but they are not very useful in the current battle. Because the enemy is coming up in waves like a tide, whether it is "tracking" or "camouflage" is meaningless.
"Squad Eight! Come on!"
"yes!"
The call of the Rosicrucian bishop came from the front, and the 15-man noble private soldiers immediately rushed from the rear to the front, picked up their shields, and added to the front line.
The barbarian soldiers who fought at the beginning were all sleeping in the rear at this moment. Most of them were exhausted, and many of them were injured. However, because of the purification by divine magic, they were only exhausted from the beginning to the end, but no one died in battle.
However, the situation of the aristocratic private soldiers and the "Rosie Crucifix" jihad army with slightly poorer equipment is much worse. Even if the bishop and the accompanying priest personally supervised the battle, up to now more than forty people have been bitten off their necks by zombies and died on the front line On—but as time went by, these soldiers gradually found the knack of dealing with zombies, and the casualty rate finally began to decline.
Even so, the situation is not optimistic. Even though the ten teams had been taking turns to rest, their physical strength began to gradually weaken after all. Under such circumstances, additional troops should have been sent, but Roddy hid the most powerful dragoon cavalry regiment. Sally, Akasha, Nai Fei and others were also arranged to rest in the rear, apparently to accumulate strength.
"Commander, the soldiers are too tired. If we don't send more people, we really can't hold it!"
After midnight, the sweaty bishop finally couldn't help asking Roddy for help. The latter didn't agree, but let Erwin join the battle group with the barbarian soldiers who had rested for three hours-although the line was stabilized again, but No matter how powerful they are, the number of enemies shows no signs of decreasing...
The undead who died on the long slope have already exceeded a thousand, and the number behind them is even more endless at a glance. From the foot of the mountain to here, there are almost all undead. The soldiers in the front row had no time to take care of this, but the nobles in the rear could see it clearly. Such a desperate situation made their hearts completely cold.
But at this moment, some strange movements came quietly...
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"Boom—"
The sudden vibration came from the mine, and Godard, who was drowsy in front of the campfire, was shocked.
"what happened?"
He stood up and picked up the battle ax quickly. The surrounding guards also gathered around one after another, and looked at the place where the sound came out - but because there was no torch lit in the mine, they who were already night blind could only stare blankly at this moment.
Godard tried to calm himself down, and then realized that there might be something wrong with the team sent to the mine—he immediately said: "Greer, set up some more torches, and call seven people to investigate. If there is any situation, immediately report!"
"Yes, Lord Overseer!"
Immediately, a group of orc soldiers entered the mine with weapons in their hands. However, within three minutes after entering, there was another tremor inside...
"Boom!"
Compared with the last one, the sound this time is obviously much louder, and the distance is also much closer...
"What happened?"
Godard couldn't understand what happened in the mine at all, but his instinct made him hold the weapon tightly, and said: "Everyone hold the weapon!"
As soon as the words fell, a figure running with a torch appeared in the mine. The other party happened to be the team leader Godard had just sent. There were streaks of orange light——
"Run! Run—"
Before he finished speaking, his body seemed to be hit by something. He turned around and fell to the ground. The torch in his hand landed four or five meters away with a "snap".
The next moment, the flames went out with a "chi" sound, and all the sounds stopped abruptly.
Seeing this scene, no matter how stupid the orcs were, they realized that there might be something difficult to deal with in the mine, and the guards immediately surrounded Godard, but the warlord did not panic, but shouted loudly: "Light the torches! Light all the torches!"
"hiss…"
Before the orcs could leave, a strange hiss suddenly appeared in front of them. Godard only felt a vague black shadow flash past, and the subordinates standing at the front flew out screaming——
"Slap!"
When the body fell to the ground, Godard realized that the body of this subordinate had been broken from the middle, spraying blood all over the floor!
At the same time, several two-meter-high black shadows were rushing towards Godard, their sickle-like arms raised high, and they slashed at Godard in an instant!
"Crack!"
The huge force struck, Godard lifted the tomahawk to block and was broken on the spot, but he bent over to avoid the opponent's second attack - taking advantage of the enemy's exhaustion, the orc warlord advanced instead of retreating, but He leaned forward, slanted his shoulders and bumped into it amidst the roar of anger!
"Go to hell!"
The orc's bravery is undoubtedly reflected here. A force even more terrifying than the barbarian madness knocked the opponent away on the spot. Amid the sound of the carapace breaking, Godard punched the enemy's abdomen...
"puff--"
Green blood spattered Godard's face. He took a closer look and found that the black guy's head looked like a pangolin, his upright body was covered with black carapace, and his arms were actually two long claws that were more than one meter long—look at that The orc who had been chopped in two knew that the sharpness of the long claws was beyond imagination.
Seeing the other party convulsing and struggling, Godard didn't care whether his palm would be cut or not. He held down the other party's paws and punched his head with more than ten fists, smashing his brains out before standing up panting.
But then he realized... the situation had gotten out of control.
Other orcs are not as strong as Godard at all. Facing dozens of monsters pouring out of the mines, the night-blind ones were cut down almost at the same time. Even the patrol team riding a wolf was easily waved away The claws fell!
"What the hell is this?!"
Godard looked in front of him, completely dumbfounded.
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