"Thanks to your efforts, load me with solid bullets, continue to shoot twelve rounds in that direction."

No one questioned whether Esky's order was whimsical. The artillery was loading shells, adjusting the muzzle angle, resetting, and igniting the gunpowder in a constant cycle until it was almost halfway gone. There was still nothing he wanted to see.

A green explosion appears.

"Did not even a single dud bomb detonate?"

Eski asked in surprise.

All the artillerymen looked at him calmly.

At that distance, the spread of the artillery shell is so large, and the target of the blooming dumb bomb to be hit is so small. If someone can succeed, it must be the damn gods who have blessed and protected this guy.

Under the gaze of his own technical troops, Eski turned his head stiffly and continued.

"Continue to bombard Nagash Zal Fortress, and I will prepare a way to deal with Nagash's magic."

His concerns are certainly correct.

Dozens of cannons that are constantly spitting out white smoke are too eye-catching on this battlefield.

Especially after the smoke from those cannons formed a large area of ​​smoke that could block part of the field of vision, it was difficult for everyone not to pay attention to the hilltop where no one lived at all.

Close to the fortress that would later be named Nagashzar, located on the Black Pyramid Throne, the Immortals listened carefully to the wails of those buildings being hit by iron cannonballs.

Maybe in a few minutes, a green explosion would explode in his city, forming a magical whirlpool and chaos, interfering with his spellcasting process. This kind of thing really made him irritated.

In the past, one only needed to repel or even kill the guy who destroyed his magic ritual on the spot, but these rats kept disgusting him from a safe distance.

Do those mice really think their death is yet to come?

The skull looked at the increasingly layered artillery troops in its eyes. It raised its bone claws, and green flames swam slightly in them. Black smoke pierced the sky and fell, and a storm vortex composed of thunder swept over the rats.

The position is finally much quieter.

Compared to the annoying rats, those greenskins are truly unexpected. They can directly cut off his connection with those turrets simply by sacrificing the lives of his companions and hitting those turrets with magic circuits.

It seems that a lot of green skins will have to be caught for experiments in the future. The flames in the eyes of the immortals were extinguished again, as if they had fallen into complete dead silence.

On the southern slopes, humans and lizardmen still guard Slan's cave, without any intention of changing the status quo.

Although the development of the war situation and all parties on the battlefield seem to have made many wonderful developments, humans and lizardmen, based on Slann's prophecy, only need to abide by their responsibilities and defend the entire camp.

And this persistence did not disappoint them. After staying until the afternoon, Shi Lan left the specially built ceremony room.
Chapter completed!