Regardless of whether the commander of the other party is a novice on the battlefield or simply because he is proud of the number of people and does not take the skeleton chariot in his eyes, since he has given himself a big gift, it is impossible for Leo not to laugh.

Use a phalanx in front of my 30,000 skeleton chariots, see if I don't bombard you everywhere, and let these low-level undead turn into ashes under the bombardment of artillery, and turn into real cannon fodder.

Leo made a gesture, and the barrels of the skeleton began to glow slightly, a prelude to their attack.

A skeleton chariot with two cannon barrels, and 30,000 skeleton chariots are 60,000 cannon barrels, what kind of spectacle would it be when they were all launched in unison?

Thinking of the scene when the 30,000 skeleton chariots fired in unison, Leo found himself with an urgent desire to order them to fire.

The knuckles of his thumb and middle finger began to rub, and Leo snapped his fingers with a snap.

"The slaughter begins!"

Knock knock knock...... With Leo's order, the skeleton tank began to reveal its hideousness, the barrel of the arm thickness let out a roar, and the basketball-sized magic light bombs rendered the entire sky of Tyr's hand a layer of bright color, bright white dazzling electric balls, cold blue ice balls, blazing hot fireballs, with the magic power of the destruction surname smashed into the troops of the undead Scourge, and the bursting magic light bombs smashed the dense sea of undead into a clearing.

30,000 skeleton tanks, 60,000 magic cannons, the momentum of such a lineup when firing a salvo makes Wen Xin frightened and frightened.

After only three salvos, most of the 50,000 low-level undead who were sent by Orbaz as the vanguard were wiped out, and the undead catastrophe that had been violently killing the hands of Tyr was only two or three scattered kittens after a burst of artillery bombardment, and it was impossible to pose any threat to the hands of Tyr.

Albaz gritted his teeth with hatred as he watched the vanguard troops that were almost completely annihilated, the lethality of those mechanical chariots exceeded his expectations, and the magic light bullets from the barrels that seemed to be no different from ordinary mortars were close to the lethality of large chariots, and it seemed that the gnomes had made progress in engineering several times more powerful than he remembered.

Damn gnomes, they're using those broken brass and iron to ruin our good deeds, and I'm not going to stop this time.

After the resentment, Albazz commanded the troops to go up again, but this time he learned to be obedient, and there were only 20,000 low-level undead who rushed forward, and the distance between these undead was much sparse.

Seeing that the number of the second attack of the Scourge Legion had been reduced by more than half, Leo pouted his lips unsatisfied, and the Scourge Legion no longer used a dense formation to attack, which made the killing effect of the skeleton chariot much weaker, and the other commander's awakening was not slow.

The sound of cannon fire rang out again, and the sixty thousand magic cannons that shook the hands of the entire Tyr trembled to smithered the second wave of cannon fodder of the Scourge Legion, and the 400,000 low-level undead were reduced by 20,000.

In just a few minutes, nearly 70,000 of his men were lost, and the commanders of other armies would have been furious, but it was a piece of cake for the Scourge Legion, and Orbazz issued the order again without a trace of hesitation, and the third cannon fodder offensive of the Scourge Legion against the Hand of Tyr was launched, this time it was still 20,000 low-level undead.

The deafening sound of artillery fire rang out again, still three volleys, and the third wave of the Scourge Legion's offensive was once again disintegrated.

Without the slightest gap, a fourth wave of 20,000 low-level undead descended on the hands of Tyr, and in response to the relentless shelling of the skeleton tank.

I'll see how many more times you guys can bang it.

Orbazz didn't care about the casualties of his subordinates at all, in fact, in the land of the plague land, there has never been a shortage of cannon fodder, the Scourge Legion really didn't care how many low-level undead died, the bombardment of 30,000 skeleton tanks and 60,000 magic cannons did not frighten Orbazz at all, and under his command, the low-level undead formed a 20,000-wave offensive that was launching without stopping, without giving Leo the slightest respite.

The barrels of the skeleton tanks kept roaring, and one after another magic light bullets poured into the Scourge Legion, like rolling thunder and thunder, the sound of shelling did not stop for a moment, and the loud sound in the battlefield woke up all the bloody crusaders inside the Hand of Tyr, and they dragged their tired bodies to the front line of the battlefield.

Instead of heeding the advice of the others to return to rest, the Scarlet Crusaders took up their arms and stood at the entrance to the Hand of Tyr to assist the allies Scarlett had brought in to defend themselves.

A bunch of stubborn guys.

The Warriors of the Silver Dawn only muttered in their hearts about the Scarlet Crusaders, they didn't stop it, in fact, they understood that they would make the same choice as the Scarlet Crusaders.

His companions were fighting hard with the Scourge Legion in front, how could he recuperate quietly in the rear?

"Your Majesty Scarlett, the Scarlet Crusaders are also doing their part, and we will not lag behind anyone in the fight against the undead Scourge."

Marlan held on to her tired body and couldn't get out of the line of fire, and Scarlett couldn't do anything about it.

Anyway, with Leo's mechanical army supporting, the undead catastrophe can't be attacked for a while, so why not let the Scarlet Crusaders rest here?

Thinking like this, Scarlett agreed, and Marlan quietly breathed a sigh of relief when she saw this, and was full of respect for this female knight of the Lothar family Marlan for some reason, if Scarlett insisted on letting the Scarlet Crusader return to the hands of Tyr to rest, she would really be a little embarrassed.

Seeing Marlan's actions, an imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of Leo's mouth, and he winked at Lea Delin and Pasonia who had been staring at him, ignoring the two girls' inquiries about what the hell they were doing, and once again turned his attention to the front battlefield.

In the rumbling sound of cannonballing, the overwhelming magic light bombs destroyed the undead that came to attack, and the bone chips and carrion were already piled up at the entrance of the Hand of Tyr, and if someone walked there, it would be absolutely impossible for his feet to touch the ground, because the accumulation of bone fragments at least ten centimeters thick would not give you a chance to touch the earth.

From the beginning of the war to the present, Leo's 30,000 skeleton chariots have crushed more than ten attacks by the Scourge Legion, and more than 250,000 undead disasters have become history under the bombardment of 60,000 magic cannons, killing so many undead in less than an hour, although they are all low-level undead, but such a record also makes people have to look sideways, and the combat ability of the mechanical army has been confirmed in this battle.

Liadlin no longer has any doubts at this time, maybe the goblins are weak, but their engineering ability is beyond doubt, the gnome's mechanical chariot is so powerful, and the goblins who are on par with them are not far behind, but it is just to let these greedy green-skinned dwarfs earn some gold coins in exchange for an army to resist natural disasters and let Silvermoon City, which is in need of recuperation, breathe, no matter how you look at it, this deal is earned by blood elves.

"Then give it to me, I'll see how long the broken brass and iron will ring."

The cannon fodder regiment lost more than half of its manpower, but it didn't even touch the opponent's side, under the shelling of the skeleton tank, this is no longer to consume the strength of Tyre's hand, but to rush to add to the achievements of others, as the temporary commander of the cannon fodder regiment, how can Albazz, as the temporary commander of the cannon fodder regiment, not be annoyed?

Isn't this a joke now for that Marduk, damn gnomes, the mechanical chariots they made are really disgusting.

Albazz has also been ruthless so far, he has lost nearly 300,000 cannon fodder troops, he does not dare and cannot retreat, the remaining 100,000 low-level undead continue to attack the hand of Tyr under his order, the captain of the death knight still has a bit of luck in his heart, maybe the remaining low-level undead can use up the magic energy of those mechanical chariots.

Amid the earth-shattering bombardment, the skeleton tanks continued to pour fire on the cannon fodder of the Scourge, and a volley of 60,000 magic bullets destroyed everything that dared to enter their strike range, and the casualties of the Scourge continued to rise at an alarming rate.

Damn, how long can they bombard?

Unconsciously, Orbazz had clenched his fists, the captain of the Death Knight stared closely at the skeleton tank opposite, and the 400,000 cannon fodder regiment under his command was about to be exhausted, it was impossible for him to say that he was not nervous, even if the Scourge Legion didn't pay attention to low-level cannon fodder, they couldn't let them be consumed and have no achievements at all.

The thought of Marduk's face Albazz was filled with chagrin, if it weren't for this hateful bastard who sent himself to be this cannon fodder commander, how could he Albazz be in such a predicament?

It seemed that the heavens were also helping Albaz, and just as he was sending out the last team of 10,000 low-level undead, the rumbling cannon suddenly stopped, and the skeleton tanks on the opposite side collectively lost their voices at this moment, and they all became mute.

Is there finally no ammunition?

A wolf's light shot into Orbaaz's eyes, and the abominable mechanical chariots on the opposite side finally failed to withstand the cannon fodder tactics of the Scourge Legion, and ran out of ammunition at the last moment.

"Kill me and kill the damned living."

Orbaz waved the rune sword in his hand and gave the order, and when there were less than 20,000 low-level undead left, the captain of the Death Knight tried to order the 100,000 middle-level undead to attack the hand of Tyr.

After receiving an order from Orbazz, 100,000 intermediate undead did not move, because Marduk did not give him the authority to command intermediate undead.

Seeing that those middle-level undead didn't even bird their own Albazz's anger can be imagined, it was that hateful Marduk, who must be making trouble in him, otherwise, how would these mid-level undead dare not obey their orders as the captain of the death knight?

Marduk looked at Albaz like a clown, and just as the latter's anger was about to reach its peak, the black-clad death knight gave the order: "Attack! ”

(To be continued)