When there were more than 500 meters from the coast, the fleet stopped, and three armored warships lined up at the front.

Rollin had returned to the flagship, and in order to prevent another inexplicable assassination of a powerful man, Narosa was guarding him. At the same time, the remaining twenty barrels of undead nemesis in the fleet were all on the deck of the armored battleship.

"Let's start." Rollin said to the magician around him.

The six magicians on the ship began to use throwing magic on wooden barrels containing the nemesis of the undead.

This is an intermediate magic. In Rollin's view, it is to create a vector force field and throw objects in the force field away. This force field is very strong and is said to be able to throw something weighing 100 kilograms away 800 meters away.

The weight of a barrel of undead nemesis is about 80 kilograms. At this distance, it can be easily thrown to the shore.

The magician Roman walked to the edge of a wooden barrel, put his hand on the side of the wooden barrel, and then quickly recited a spell. A glimmer of light flashed across his hand, and the wooden barrel floated up. Then Roman stopped for a moment, probably aiming, and then heard the "huh" sound, and the wooden barrel was thrown away, drawing a graceful parabola, accurately hitting the most dense place of the undead.

A large amount of smoke rose into the air. Wherever the smoke passed, the ordinary undead almost fell down in the wind, fell to the ground, and scattered all over the ground.

The effect was really shocking. The people on the armored warship were prepared for a long time, but they were still shocked. The orcs and undead who were fighting on the shore were stunned.

After the orcs were shocked, they were ecstatic, and they all roared to the sky and fought for their lives. The orc king Solge was already covered in blood, but his mighty spirit was still strong. He raised his arms and shouted: "Warriors, kill! Kill all these undead!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Wooden barrels were constantly thrown over and evenly distributed throughout the South China Sea cape. Thick smoke rolled, and the entire cape was shrouded in thick smoke.

Wherever the smoke passes, the undead will either retreat. If it does not retreat, the primary undead will immediately fall apart, and the higher undead will also stand staggeringly and will be easily killed by orcs.

Solger struggled hard at first, but he quickly understood the meaning of the human race. This was to buy them time to board the boat, and issued a loud order: "Hide in the smoke! Hide in the smoke! Cover our wife and children on board the boat!"

The orcs began to tighten the battle line and defended the cape of the South China Sea with the power of the nemesis of the undead. On the other side, a human woman and a half-orc baby hiding behind were escorted.

On the sea, Rollin also ordered: "Catch them onto the ship!"

Merchant ships began to dock in turn, took a sampan, and welcomed the orc tribe onto the ship.

The undead commander Innocent was also stunned. The situation of the war was changing too quickly. They obviously had the advantage the moment before and were almost going to successfully destroy the orcs, but with the smoke, the situation only turned down. They could only watch the orcs board the ship, but were powerless to stop them.

Even the most powerful undead warriors rushed into the smoke, their strength was less than one-fifth of their usual strength. They were easily killed by orc warriors and died worthless.

Innocent had not understood the power of smoke when he saw the battle of gargoyles on the sea before. Now that he had experienced it personally, he truly understood the terror of this thing.

He was extremely anxious, but he could do nothing.

Because the orcs have no magicians, only so-called priests who do not have much combat power. So they did not bring the lich here, so they naturally had no way to disperse the smoke. Now they can only watch.

"Damn!" Innocent gritted his teeth and scolded him angrily was the only thing he could do.

Merchant ships arrived. After they were filled with people, they sailed out of the cape, and fewer people were on the shore. An hour later, all the women and children on the cape were on the boat.

The number of these people is less than 30,000, which is still counted as babies. In fact, the space occupied is 20,000 for tribes. A merchant ship can hold nearly 400 people, so these people have not yet filled fifty ships, and there are still seventy merchant ships empty.

Orc warriors also began to board the ship.

Solge led his warriors to confront the undead outside the smoke, while silently estimating the number of surviving warriors in his heart. When almost all of the warriors boarded the ship, he felt his heart bleeding.

In just a short time, most of the orcs died, less than 20,000 survived, and more than 120 ships, each of which was not full.

With so many people dead, the number of high-level undeads they killed was less than 5,000, and a small half of them were still helping with this magical smoke.

Seeing that all the orcs had already boarded the ship, Rollin looked at the undead who was still watching the smoke in the distance, and ordered: "Crafting cannons, three rounds!"

"Boom Boom Boom" shells filled with holy crystals are constantly blooming in the cape. As long as they fall into the undead, a large circle of vacancy will be cleared out of the 50-meter distance around them. All the undead, whether they are of high or low, will be finished.

After a volley, Innocent was shocked and hurriedly ordered: "Retreat! Retreat!"

"Boom!" A shell exploded not far away from him. His body shook, and then he felt a burst of burning pain on his body. This was an experience he had never had before since he became a dead soul.

When he looked down, several transparent holes appeared on the dry flesh on his body. There were golden flames burning slowly in the hole. If it weren't for the rich magic of death, his fate would definitely be like other undead and he wouldn't be able to fall to the ground.

Innosen was shocked and no longer cared about the commander's reserve, he rolled and crawled into the dense forest.

Fortunately, the opponent's attack did not last long. Five or six minutes later, the terrible attack stopped. Innosen poked his head from behind the tree and looked at the sea. He confirmed that all the terrible armored warships had left the cape. Only then did he dare to come out from his hiding place and start counting the losses.

After a round of inspections, Innocent was shocked and speechless.

In this short period of time, more than 12,000 high-level undead were killed by bombing, twice as many as those killed by orcs. The 30,000 high-level undead warriors who brought out were only more than 10,000 left. This loss was terrible.

Innosen looked at the orc warrior's corpse again, and after a glance, he knew that these corpses could not be resurrected as undead. Although the souls of many corpses had not yet dissipated, the terrible smoke dispelled the vitality in the corpse. Even if they were barely resurrected, they were just primary undeads, and the power they obtained had not been consumed much. It was not cost-effective at all.

"..." He was speechless.

Since he became the commander of the undead army, he has been invincible, invincible and invincible. He has never encountered a real opponent, and even a wild orc is not an opponent.

But now, his undead army was actually restrained by the opponent with more powerful and thorough means. After several rounds of attacks, his army was damaged countless times, and there was no counterattack power, so the opponent was almost not injured!

At this moment, he saw a figure climbing up from the sea. After a closer look, it turned out to be the undead sword saint Morovogen. His appearance was extremely tragic, with one arm at the shoulder, and his broken mouth was full of minced flesh. His whole body's energy and spirit were sluggish. After climbing out of the sea, he fell on the shore, looking at the sky, and lay motionless.

Innosen walked over and asked, "Sword Saint, how is the situation?"

He has a deep understanding of the strength of the sword saint's martial arts. He said before that he would assassinate the commander of the fleet, which should have results, right?

"I'm defeated." Morovogen whispered.

"There are so many of them, and the terrifying smoke. It would be too risky to break in by yourself." Innocent was not surprised. If he succeeded, the Sword Saint would not be so decadent.

Morrovogen didn't say anything. He knew Innocent was right, but even if his power was suppressed, he still couldn't accept being defeated by a young man in a dignified duel.

The last sword the opponent used was magnificent, deep and heavy, and there was already a vague look down on the world, which was simply unstoppable.

After he escaped from the boat, he practiced all the way under the sea. Finally, he found that if he did it again, he would still lose, and might even lose even worse. Now that he lost only one arm, it was the best ending.

He could not care about the conflict between the dead and the living. He did not hit him so hard in the last one-on-two defeat, but this time, he was defeated in his most proud swordsmanship, and Morovogen almost felt discouraged.

"Sword Saint, have you admitted defeat?" Innosen suddenly asked.

Morovogen was shocked, woke up from depressedness, and shook his head: "No. I'm thinking about the showdown just now."

Yes, he is still alive. Although he lives as a dead body, as long as he lives, he will not lose!

"Let's go, it's time for us to go back to Wandome. We have to report the situation here to the * Division. The smoke is so terrible!" Innosen stood up and prepared to lead the army north.

But at this moment, a gargoyle flew over and was the messenger. He landed in front of Innocent and handed a volume of documents to Innocent.

Innosen took it, glanced at it, and sighed: "This letter is too late."

It was Diesentas who reminded him to pay attention to the documents of the human fleet. Unfortunately, his army had suffered a great loss and the losses were irreparable.

.........

In the fleet, Solger also witnessed the scene after the armored warship fired.

He saw the undead that fell like a mustard of grass, the undead commander who was running away in a panic, and the army that was almost destroyed. This army was just a nightmare of the orc army.

After this comparison, a deep fear emerged in Solger's heart: "Is this... this is the real power of the human race?"

If he hadn't raided Vendorm that day, if there was no civil strife in Vendorm, if the opponent was ready and had a dignified duel, then the result... Solge didn't dare to think about it.

"Damn Urosis, this despicable liar!" Solge hated himself for believing in the shameless demon god.

In fact, he overestimated the power of the human race. The reason why the armored warships fought so smoothly and looked invincible in the world was nothing more than relying on the navy's positional advantage, and they caught the opponent off guard with preparation and unpreparedness.

Next time, the undead will no longer stand on the shore and be beaten up when they see them. They will definitely bring lichs to disperse the smoke.

But Solge did not expect so much. He was deeply shocked by the combat power shown by the fleet. What impressed him the most was not pure force, but the technology that the orcs did not have, such as strong ships, sharp cannons, mysterious and powerful smoke, and methods that he could not even imagine.

He fears the knowledge and wisdom of the human race.

Not to mention the shock brought by the fleet to the undead and orcs, Rollin has no time to pay attention to these for the time being, because Aiona is almost out of the way. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!