The correct way to open the elf

Chapter 372 Work Dinner

Illya went back to make arrangements, and Feng Yu and Demps continued to watch the plane gate here. Demps also released his own magic fluctuations, making the necromancer on the opposite side of the bone gate dare not act rashly.

In the late night, when it was almost dawn, Nicole brought the potion that Anthony had prepared to cure the undead plague and gave it to the defending soldiers to drink as a preventive measure.

Feng Yu arranged for the soldiers to dilute the potion and sprinkle it near the Gate of Bones, hoping that it would have some effect.

There was no other way. Feng Yu knew nothing about potions, and he only knew this crude method.

Nicole went back to help Anthony prepare the potion. Not long after she left, Saint Cromwell of France flew over from the distant sky with a sound of breaking wind.

At this time, the strength of an entire division of horned deer armored vehicles in Cattail City had surrounded the Plane Gate, and these steel behemoths formed a multi-layered battle line.

The Iron Army soldiers came up with a good idea. They used bricks and sandbags to raise the ground in circles so that the Jiaolu armored vehicles behind could drive up and have a shooting field of view.

Although the method is a bit crude, it is extremely effective.

Targeted by more than 600 anti-aircraft guns and more than 300 heavy machine guns from 300 tanks of the Horned Deer Armored Division, the Undead in the Gate of Bones were very obedient and retreated out of the Gate of Bones' sight.

No matter how slow the undead were, they were frightened by this continuous and powerful long-range attack that was not magic but was more powerful than magic.

Low-level undead are worthless, but they also consume soul fire. The highly intelligent undead found that the opponent's attacks seemed to be cheaper than their low-level undead cannon fodder, so they kept bombarding them as if they were free.

The undead had no choice but to command the lower-level undead to block the sight of the Bone Gate and look for other ways to break through.

The high-level undead have even begun to suspect whether this is a conspiracy against the underworld.

After all, everything seemed too planned.

Whether it was the soul fires that appeared in clusters and disappeared completely after the plane channel was connected, or those ferocious weapons and the two great magicians, as well as half of the undead magicians on the bone altar in front of the plane channel who were scrapped as soon as they met, it was all too much of a coincidence.

All of this seemed to be clearly planned by the undead, and the result was that they fell into the trap and chose to open the Gate of Bones, the dimensional passage to the underworld, and were then suddenly attacked by the enemy and caught off guard.

No matter what the undead thought, when the French Saint Cromwell who descended from the sky saw the power that Cattail City had taken out, he also felt a toothache.

He felt that it was no wonder that the dragon clan was afraid of Darren.

Before Cromwell even landed, he saw a big gate from which low-level undead creatures were constantly squeezing out.

He knew this gate, he had been to the Soul Fire Laboratory.

Cromwell looked at the bone gate half embedded in the ground and the undead creatures that kept appearing in front of the gate. Almost in an instant, he guessed the cause and effect of the matter.

It must be that Darren had gone too far. A large amount of high-purity soul fire gathered together, making the strong men in the underworld think that this was a dead place where undead creatures were rampant, and they chose to open the plane channel in their own "home court".

Unexpectedly, they went all the way to Darren's lair.

Cromwell saw it clearly. A tongue of fire spurted out from the front of a strange steel car facing the gate, and then the undead creatures that squeezed out of the gate that had been riddled with holes turned into a pile of bones on the ground.

There were two or three hundred steel monster vehicles like this, arranged in three or four circles in front of the bone gate, and the one that opened fire was only one of them.

This is not to mention that the two longest weapons on the roof of this steel monster were not firing, but the weapon in the front was firing.

When Cromwell first fought Feng Yu in the wilderness, he experienced the power of this thing that Feng Yu called a dual-purpose anti-aircraft gun.

If he wasn't a wind mage with a holy shield, any great mage's strongest shield would be broken by the magic-breaking bullets fired by this thing, and the mage inside the magic shield would be smashed into pieces.

Each of these weapons has two on board, and is protected by the chariot, so it cannot hit the operators inside. However, Cromwell can still sense the soldiers hiding in the chariots behind the sighting equipment through his eyesight and mental strength.

What made Cromwell even more speechless was that he came at a wrong time. The current situation was a bit eye-piercing.

Feng Yu was seen sitting next to a heavy machine gun holding a steel basin. In the basin was shiny fragrant rice with gravy, and on top of the rice were large pieces of fragrant fish fillets.

From the garlic-like texture of the fish pieces, it can be seen that this thing should be an ocean fish, the ocean catch that the mermaids drove into the fishing boat net of Cattail City, which made the two major human empires jealous.

The soldiers were not as unrestrained as Feng Yu. They took turns to eat in the canteen requisitioned from the research institute.

"Burp, I'm hungry after burping all night. Have you eaten?"

Cromwell grinned, and Demps, who was next to Feng Yu, raised his eyelids. They were both stunned by this awkward opening remark.

The old man hunched over and gave Feng Yu a thumbs up: "Real man, eating here, aren't you afraid of the plague of the undead?"

“I have a good physique and can handle it!
Alas, I can’t help it. When I think of children like Weizhi in the residential area behind us, I can’t leave here and eat in peace! ”

"Is the residential area okay?" Cromwell asked, looking at the brightly lit residential area in the distance.

"It's okay. Apart from the fact that I didn't sleep well because of the gunshots, nothing else is wrong."

Feng Yu shoveled the fish and rice into his mouth, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, pointed at the door of bones and said, "Thanks to the fact that this thing has been open for quite a while, we were prepared and didn't cause any problems.

You came here directly after sensing the vibrations of the Plane Gate, did you receive the message we sent you?"

Cromwell shook his head: "I flew here directly from the southernmost part of Moran. There were many cases of murlocs attacking coastal villages along the southernmost coast of Moran.

I controlled the wind and flew a Dalikun all the way over there, delivering the telegraph machine you sold to Moran and the operators we trained to various cities along the way.

In the middle of the night, I sensed the spatial fluctuations here and hurried over."

Feng Yu smiled: "I didn't expect that you guys have developed another way to use Dali Kun, the power of a magic saint, it's invincible!"

"It's because you are not doing your job, otherwise you wouldn't have to trouble an old man like me to run errands for you.

But you messed up this time, I guess it was your research on soul fire that led to the opening of the plane channel here."

(End of this chapter)