Lord of all tribes

Chapter 349 Skeleton Magician

This is the first time that dwarven muskets appeared. When dealing with the Duchy of Sairs, Cassius also brought [-] musketeers with him to frighten the people of Sairs, but then the situation changed. Come in handy.

Now dealing with these half-orcs, Luo Lin didn't feel guilty at all, and didn't even feel a trace of pity.

Five thousand Sairs people with dwarven muskets, under the command of their respective generals, divided into several echelons, and took turns to attack the front with concentrated fire.

The gunpowder fired by the dwarf muskets exploded on the half-orcs, and there were rumbling loud noises, accompanied by fragments of ammunition in the air.

Chester stared at the violently trembling battlefield with red eyes. These damned human races seemed to have descended from the sky. Not only did they have impenetrable iron armor for self-defense, they also had sharp swords to control the enemy.

Now these small balls launched strangely also have such a powerful power.

Chester howled. He couldn't forget the hurt and humiliation he suffered at the hands of the human race. It was these damned human race that made his people leave him one by one.

In order to set an example, he even personally sent his partner into the depths of the Forest of Death. He is the king of the half-orcs, and he must make all the half-orcs support him and obey him.

The row of guns continued, and the original stable formation of the half-orc army began to panic. The half-orcs were mixed with the blood of humans and orcs. They were orcs and humans, and they would feel fear. Feel the pain and scream.

But most of the time, they will hide this emotion, in order to survive, to survive, and for the revival and reproduction of the half-orc group, these strong half-orcs will show their strength the moment they have enough strength to wield their weapons. their responsibilities and missions.

In the face of life and death, they can barely be fearless, and can launch a death charge through self-hypnosis. They feel that everything they do is infinitely glorious.

But even if they are fearless half-orcs, they are not afraid of life and death, but they are also afraid of some novel things, and they will think that this is the power of the gods.

The Terran soldiers held an iron rod from which they shot spheres that burst when they hit them.

When one or two of these magical iron rods appear, perhaps no one will care about it.

But when this miraculous iron rod takes shape, these half-orcs will gradually feel that they are hopeless, they have been judged by the gods, and the great beast god has forgotten them at this moment. What they believed in was shattered, and everything they did felt worthless.

When such an idea appears in a half-orc's mind, it will quickly spread to other half-orcs around him through his mouth and body movements. Gradually, the belief will collapse more and more, and even become a common phenomenon.

Chester held the purple-black long sword in his hand. He clenched his hands tightly and rushed into the central vortex of the battlefield. He wanted to use his seventh-level powerful strength to restore some defeated situations.

The long sword in his hand swayed with waves of purple lines, but all the human soldiers who were hit by the purple lines fell silently to the ground.

For a moment, the area of ​​the battlefield where Chester was was filled with soldiers from the Galactic Land. They fell into a pool of blood and twitched. Rusty swords stabbed towards their vitals, and they really wanted to avoid it. , but the body is no longer listening.

"Carlos, kill him."

Luo Lin looked thoughtfully at the half-lion running up and down on the battlefield. If he guessed correctly, this guy should be the top of the half-orc army, or even the king of the half-orcs.

After all, the Elder Roald said before that only the last [-] young and strong are left in the half-orc group.

The half-orc group that once caused turmoil in the northwestern part of the Reynolds Kingdom has also begun to come to an end, and the necessity and opportunity for their existence have been lost.

Carlos, who received the order from Rowling, nodded slightly. As an eighth-level undead magister, it was obviously easy for him to deal with the seventh-level half-orc in front of him.

The corners of Carlos's mouth began to mutter words. Skeletons climbed up from the ground or appeared out of nowhere. These skeletons were of different colors, mostly white and gray, mixed with some special skeletons that shone with silver and gold light.

Rollin looked at these peculiar skeletons playfully, as if he had sensed Rollin's curiosity and doubts. Carlos explained from the side:

"These silver bone skeletons and golden bone skeletons survived through cannibalism and competition among tens of thousands of skeletons. The world of skeletons has always been that the strong is king, and they devour each other's soul fire for their own sake. The soul fire grows stronger, and then promoted to a higher level."

Carlos saw that enough skeletons had been summoned, so he stopped and continued to mutter.

"Oh, what about the strength of these silver bone skeletons and golden bone skeletons?"

Rollin rubbed his chin. He was really curious about this novel knowledge.

"Silver bone skeletons are generally three to four levels of life, while golden bone skeletons can exert the power of five to six levels." Carlos answered honestly.

"Why are those skeletons holding bone staffs?"

Luo Lin was surprised. He found that several silver bone skeletons and gold bone skeletons were not holding swords and swords with the same skin color as most of the skeletons. Instead, they were holding something similar to staffs, but the material was made of Made of bones.

"Those are skeleton magicians." Carlos replied, "Such skeleton magicians are very rare, and only one skeleton magician will appear in a thousand skeleton warriors."

Sure enough, the special profession of magician is a bottom-of-the-box existence for any race, and it is inevitable that it is rare.

Under Luo Lin's eyes, hundreds of people of different shapes and shapes formed an array and moved towards the half-lion holding a purple-black long sword.

Chester's lion eyes were filled with shock. The sudden appearance of these skeletons on the battlefield was unbelievable for a half-orc king like him who had never seen much in the world.

He swung the purple-red long sword and slashed at these skeletons, but the purple lines that had been invincible in the past suddenly seemed to have lost their attack power, and had no effect on these skeletons.

Seeing these various kinds of skeletons rushing towards him, a drop of sweat gradually appeared on Chester's forehead.
(End of this chapter)