Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

Just as the sky was getting light, the camp was already filled with smoke.

Vaughn walked out of the tent and headed for the temporary canteen where the aroma of oatmeal porridge was wafting.

"Captain Vaughn! Good morning!" Soldiers kept stopping to salute him, including veterans of the Sharpshooters and new recruits of the reserve.

Lord Harvey established a strict hierarchy in the army, which included that ordinary soldiers must stand and clench their fists to salute when they meet captains like Vaughn, or squad leaders and deputy captains.

Vaughn returned the salutes with a stern face, but he couldn't help feeling a little elated in his heart.

He was not proud of his higher position than those soldiers, but of the brilliant record of wiping out nearly 200 evil orcs in the direct battle against the evil orcs yesterday evening, with only 50 soldiers of the Sharpshooters.

And Vaughn himself completed a record of 33 kills.

Even Mr. Asdalen smiled and praised him in front of others as "the sharpshooter in the sharpshooter team."

He subconsciously raised his hand and stroked the badge he had been wearing on his left chest. It was the reward badge for the winner of the shooting competition that Lord Harvey personally gave him.

Vaughn thought happily that maybe after all the evil orcs in the river valley area were driven back to the ice field, there would be another new medal here.

Pierce and Asdalen stood together, watching the alchemy beasts carrying construction materials back and forth on the high ground, and the logistics soldiers who directed the alchemy beasts to level the ground and cut down trees.

"I will return to the territory tomorrow and report the battle situation and the next plan to Lord Harvey..." Asdaren said to Pierce with a tone of appreciation, "Now you are fully capable of commanding this combat team. I will implant the alchemy beast with the command and stay here. When I return, I will bring you enough supplies."

...

Pierce watched Asdaren and several alchemy beasts slowly leave in the direction of the territory.

"Sir, the foundation and bottom wall of the fortress have been built. We only need to wait for the cement to dry overnight, and the outer wall construction can be basically completed tomorrow."

Pierce came back to his senses, nodded and responded: "Yes, arrange all soldiers and alchemy beasts to camp inside the fortress tonight."

The soldiers he arranged to be on guard at the river beach have sent back news that there are traces of evil orc sentinels appearing on the opposite side of the river bank, and they are also observing their own movements.

It is estimated that those stupid guys could never have imagined that he would build a solid cement fortress out of thin air in just a few nights to firmly guard the pass where they crossed the river.

Next, Pierce planned to strictly follow the previous plan of Lord Harvey.

Focusing on the outpost battle in the river valley, he continued to attack the evil orcs who crossed the river to invading and wear down their manpower.

This batch of soldiers brought here will be rotated with the new batch of soldiers brought by Asdaren in a month, so that the existing military forces in the territory can conduct actual combat training in the river valley area.

Just like the frontal battle last night, with less than a dozen lightly injured people on his side, he can easily annihilate more than half of the attacking evil orcs.

As long as the magic ammunition provided by Lord Harvey is transported from the territory in an endless stream.

The evil orcs are just moving targets that are alive and breathing.

…

Wayne and Duff, the captains of the Sharpshooter Team, led their own ten-man teams to be responsible for the afternoon river beach patrol mission.

Dave walked in front with a gun on his shoulder, humming a tune from time to time.

"Can you be quiet for a while? It's affecting my observation of the river bank!" Wayne couldn't stand it anymore and finally yelled.

Dave rolled his eyes and said disdainfully: "Why are you panicking? I wish they would sneak over the river and give me a few more kills."

Last night, Dave killed 18 evil orcs by himself, just one more than Wayne. He has always been petty, and now he is arrogant and will not miss any opportunity to mock the other party.

"Fuck you! You have a shit luck once and you want to brag about it for the rest of your life, right?"

"Yoho, then you can't even eat hot shit?"

The team members who followed in a neat line behind were all veterans. They secretly listened to their two captains bickering wildly, and their mouths were cramped from trying to hold back their laughter, but they didn't dare to interrupt at all.

One of the soldiers turned his head leisurely and looked at the woods in the opposite direction of the riverbank. Suddenly, he found that something seemed to be wrong.

"Captain! I said... there seems to be movement in the woods over there."

The soldiers immediately took off their guns and aimed.

"Wait!" Wayne raised his hand to stop them from shooting randomly under pressure.

He shouted loudly: "Magic bullets are not shit balls pulled out of the sheep's ass, don't waste them!"

He and Dave looked at each other and understood each other. They tacitly slowed down their steps and slowly moved towards the woods with guns.

The sound of grass leaves rubbing against each other in the bushes was heard, and then a fat gray-haired hare jumped out, scaring everyone.

"Damn! This little dog scared me!" Dave cursed, reluctant to shoot with the gun, put the gun back on his back, took out the standard short knife issued by the soldiers from his waist, and rushed into the woods in a flash after the rabbit.

Wayne had no time to stop them, so he could only wave his hand helplessly and let everyone follow him into the forest.

Just treat it as a lunch with some game meat and vegetables for his team.

When he caught up with Duff, he found that he was already squatting on the ground with a bloody short knife in his mouth, and skinned the fat rabbit with a grim smile.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

After a while, this guy actually asked him to take out a rabbit nest.

"Wayne, don't say I'm not interested enough. There are only a few small things. Let's not take them back, make a fire!"

The two soldiers rubbed their hands with a smile, preparing to pick up the dead branches and barbecue everywhere.

There was a faint smell of fishy smell in the air. I don’t know if the hare is too smelly or what happened. Wayne always felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

His eyes suddenly shrank and he looked at the slightly shaking bush behind Duff.

"Duff! Be careful behind it!"

Duff turned around blankly and saw a tall evil orc suddenly pounced out of the bushes behind him, holding a short bone spear and stabbing him straight into his chest.

The next second he was pushed away by someone and rolled and crawled aside.

Wayne's gun barrel was almost inserted into the evil orc's mouth and fired, which directly flew off the back of his head.

The evil orc threw himself on Wayne, and after a half-second of convulsions, there was no movement.

"Wayne! This dog-fucking evil orc actually attacked us!" Duff quickly got up and joined forces with two soldiers who were closer to move away the body of the evil orc who was suppressing Wayne.

"Uh! My belly!" Wayne screamed.

Only then did everyone find that there was a short bone spear in his stomach, and the blood was soaking out quickly through his black uniform.

"Damn it! Tear a piece of cloth and bandage him!" Duff stared at the messy soldiers with red eyes.

"Damn, Wayne, I can see your intestines... Fuck, you won't die!" Duff cursed tremblingly while wrapping the wound on Wayne's abdomen with a strip of cloth tightly.

He hesitated for a moment, holding the short spear pierced on his abdomen with both hands, and was about to grit his teeth and pull it out for him.

Wayne suddenly held back his wail and stared at Duff and said angrily, "I think you just want me to die! Don't pull it away!"

He turned his head with difficulty and ordered the other soldiers, "Hurry up and take me back to the outpost!"

During training, he remembered that Chief Pierce said that if someone is injured, as long as he does not die on the spot, he will be carried back to the camp for treatment.

Perhaps Chief Pierce brought a lot of magical potions from Lord Lord this time, and he could immediately make himself survive by taking a sip.