My mod ruined the otherworldly art style.

He desperately tried to recall the flintlock pistol he had crushed.

Although this weapon has a lot of drawbacks.

However, he still needs to maintain friendly relations with the dwarves so that he can continue to obtain the experimental products of the dwarf master.

Who knows, the next weapon might be an enchanted weapon.

When we encounter a strong enemy again, we won't be as embarrassed as we were this time.

suddenly,

An image of a sinister bald corpse flashed into his mind.

The corpse hanging on the execution ground seemed to come alive and raised its head.

He was grinning widely, giving himself a wicked smile.

"Hehehehe~, handsome young man, where are you running to?"

"I want to tattoo on your chin: May you have safe travels and all things go well."

As this sentence grew larger and larger in his mind,

Countless muscular men quietly appeared.

In his heart-wrenching screams, he was overwhelmed like a flood.

"Aaaaaaaahh ...

She stood there frantically, grabbing her long, gray-blue hair with both hands and pulling it.

Her once thick and beautiful hair fell out instantly.

It made him look like he had some patchy baldness.

"Oh no, the boss has had another attack."

"Quickly, prepare for psychotherapy."

The cadres were well-prepared, and each of them had a musical instrument in their hand.

Taking advantage of the moment when the eldest brother was roaring, they played a lullaby together.

"My little one, go to sleep quickly♪♩~, I'll be with you in your dreams♫♬♭~,"

"I'll be there for you when you laugh and when you're tired, I'll always be there for you."

A group of burly men sang the most tender song of their lives.

Their singing was devoid of intonation, only imbued with emotion.

The frenzied death actually calmed down little by little.

It even curled up its body like a newborn baby.

My thumb unconsciously went into my mouth.

"Mommy~, want some milk........."

Looking at the eldest brother who had fallen into a peaceful sleep.

All the cadres breathed a sigh of relief and nervously wiped the sweat from their brows.

"Oh my god, that was close!"

"The boss almost completely lost it."

"The bar that was just repaired will be destroyed again."

One of the officials, still shaken, patted his violently pounding chest.

"Yeah, yeah, our boss has it so tough."

Another companion, with tears in her eyes, began to recount her grievances:

"It's all that damn bald guy's fault."

"This tough, iron-willed man has been transformed into what he is now."

"He sings lullabies all the time, looking for his mother to nurse."

"Isn't this a complete joke? Waaah~"

The other cadres patted their colleague on the shoulder and comforted him:

"Hey, try to take it easy."

"What's done is done, all we can do is try to soothe the boss's mental and physical wounds."

"Maybe it will get better on its own in time."

The comforted burly man nodded.

"I hope so."

"I'm still waiting for our leader to lead us to rebuild our glory."

The dilapidated tavern returned to silence.

A recording related to the presence of the dead,

It was carried by a magical item called the [Amethyst Dove], which was about the size of a finger.

It flew straight into the mining area that stretched for countless kilometers and disappeared completely.

At the same moment, within the deathly silent village.

The gravedigger sitting on the grave mound chuckled.

He brandished the green-glowing shovel in his hand.

They retrieved the soul of the last fallen skeleton hound from the Iron City side.

Through the perspectives of these spirits, he and Bone Lord had heard everything that happened in the meeting room.

"Hehehe~, Bone Lord, did you hear that?"

"These foolish humans are actually plotting to divide us up as a group."

"They're completely disregarding us eternal sleepers."

Riding his skeletal horse, Bone Marquis snorted coldly and swung his skeletal spear with great force.

Several large trees were snapped in half instantly.

"Hmph! What a pathetic bunch of creatures."

"Do they really believe that those so-called fire weapons can dispel eternal rest?"

"That's simply overestimating themselves."

He was arrogant and very confident.

Those weapons without magic posed no threat to him whatsoever.

At most, it can only deal with some peripheral undead minions.

"Hehehe~, Bone Marquis, don't be too careless."

The gravedigger's timely reminder:

"Although humans are all stupid."

"But this is their territory after all. If the kingdom on the other side sends powerful experts, it will still be a real headache."

Despite the gravedigger's warning, the bony figure remained unmoved.

"Hmph! I don't need you to remind me, I know what I'm doing."

"Although there are strong individuals among humans, this place is located in a remote border region."

"Aside from abundant minerals, there are no other magical resources."

"Most of them are below level 10, with the highest being only level 11 or 12, so they are nothing to worry about."

Bone Lord put away his spear and steered his skeletal horse to change direction.

The massive body slowly drove into the shadows of the forest.

In the final moment of disappearance.

He also added an instruction:

"The plan to attack human towns is temporarily shelved."

"Go into the forest and collect the remains of creatures to deal with the sieges of several towns."

"This time, I will make their expedition rest here forever."

"To become the cornerstone of the kingdom of eternal sleepers."

Watching his superior leave, the gravedigger's eerie green eyes flickered with uncertainty.

He muttered to himself:

"Hehehe~, looks like a magnificent stage play is about to unfold."

"I just don't know who the dancers are and who the audience is..."

Time flew by again.

Two more days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Over the past two days, the border area has been bustling with activity.

Every town is actively recruiting soldiers.

Unfortunately, when they heard that it was going to be a war against the undead, very few new people joined.

Even the original city guards chose to withdraw.

They had no desire to fight those undead monsters.

This negative sentiment resulted in only about three or four hundred soldiers remaining in the town.

They simply cannot get a share of the spoils from the Scourge.

Finally, having no other choice, the nobles who ruled the city had to forcibly levy taxes from the villages under their control.

This allowed the number of people to be expanded to five or six hundred.

They barely managed to match the number of troops in Ironclad Castle.

On the other hand, under the full supervision of Administrator Geller.

By this time, the Ironclad City was already prepared, and each soldier had two weapons in his hands.

One is a regular steel sword, and the other is a flame blade that has been scientifically enchanted.

The two weapons serve different purposes.

These correspond to ordinary creatures and the undead, respectively.

Even in order to make the Flame Blade last longer,

The blacksmiths used locally sourced pyrite powder mixed with grease.

Apply it to the spine of the sword to form a heat insulation layer.

This prevents it from becoming brittle or soft due to prolonged burning.

After all, this kind of ore powder is resistant to high temperatures and was previously used by blacksmiths as a material for furnace linings.

As for the artisans, they worked through the night for two days to produce a large quantity of pine resin.

This ointment can be applied not only to weapons.

It can also be used as an incendiary bomb and thrown out.

Causes fire damage to the surrounding area.

The appearance of this item caused the strength of Rock Iron City to rise sharply.

They became the strongest military force in the surrounding towns.

Geller stood by the window in the office.

He watched as the army slowly marched out of the city.

My heart was filled with both emotion and excitement.

He felt that being in his fifties was the perfect age to take risks and explore new horizons.

I believe it won't be long before he's promoted and entered the top circles of the royal city.

At that time, his ambitions will unfold one by one.