Wearing black silk for a foreign woman

"Four-level fire magic rune, explosion." Illufa also came over. "It was missing a moment."

"The missing piece is here." Efit took out a cloth bag from the carriage and took out a small iron plate from it. "If you put this piece on, it will be a complete magic rune."

"Under the magic rune, there is a quartz plate made by Lady Alisa, which can delay the activation time by about six seconds."

Chapter 241 Decapitation Tactics

Because the coalition forces suffered heavy casualties in the morning's battle, the morale of the entire coalition was low. The shamans from various tribes took a lot of effort to barely maintain morale and prevent the coalition forces from fleeing on a large scale.

The morale was barely maintained, but it was just maintained. Although the physical fitness of the new beastmen was stronger than that of ordinary human soldiers, compared with the trained human army soldiers, these new beastmen who were ordinary villagers before being recruited did not have a strong desire to fight, and their morale would collapse if they encountered a little setback.

Due to the low morale, these new beastmen no longer had the desire to watch the newly arrived carriage. They just sat there to kill time. However, some of them still looked at the carriage with curiosity, wondering what was inside.

There were four carriages coming from the camp this time, and two of them had a large ball on top. The ball was about one meter in diameter, and it was covered with a layer of iron, with a complex magic rune engraved on it. This magic rune was made by Elisa before she left. There were two in total, both of which were square-level Mars magic rune explosions, the same type that Ilufa used on the mine not long ago.

Looking at the big iron balls in the two carriages, Linde's face showed joy. He originally thought it was too late.

"Well done, Efit." Lind patted Efit on the shoulder. "I thought it was too late."

"Well..." After saying this, Efit scratched his pretty face in embarrassment. "Originally it was too late, but I used some methods to mobilize the enthusiasm of the blacksmiths, and finally caught up."

"What method?" Lind asked back.

"Four barrels of fruit wine, and... twenty centimeters." After saying this, Efit lowered his head. "I'm sorry, I promised centimeters without permission."

All the people in the camp were sent to Ivozhen Island to serve their sentences for various crimes. In order to motivate them, with the permission of Mrs. Ilufa, Lind changed the identities of all the criminals to serfs, and then implemented the centimeter system in exchange for freedom. Past events have proved that the promise of centimeters can indeed motivate these serfs who have already eaten meat and are not so numb in their hearts.

But Efit promised twenty centimeters without permission, which is not a small amount.

In Lind's opinion, this was not a big deal, but Lind also knew that leaders did not like subordinates to act beyond their authority without permission. Lind looked at Ilufa, who frowned slightly, but did not mean to blame him.

"It's an emergency, there's nothing we can do about it." Illufa didn't mean to blame Efit. "But twenty centimeters... isn't that a bit too much?"

Blacksmiths are very important skilled workers. Due to the large amount of work done by blacksmiths in the camp, they can accumulate centimeters faster than other people. It takes ordinary serfs two years to accumulate centimeters for freemen, but blacksmiths can do so in just one year. Now Efit has spent another 20 centimeters at once...

If this continues, in a year, all the skilled workers in the camp will be freed. Although Linde did not care about this and even said "it is better without serfs", Ilufa still could not imagine what life would be like without serfs.

It has nothing to do with morality. It's simply because I have never seen what a society without serfs is like, and I can't imagine it.

But since Lind seems so confident... trust him again. According to the current speed, there will be a time difference in the time it takes for different craftsmen to gain freedom. If you find something wrong, you can change it.

Ilufa couldn't help but recall the way Linde's eyes lit up when he talked about the absence of serfs.

The matter of Efit spreading out 20 centimeters in one breath was just like that. When everyone else turned their backs to Efit, Efit showed a wicked smile.

Starting from a small point, then increasing the intensity little by little, allowing the other party to adapt, this is the approach taken by Efit.

The centimeter thing was taken over, and everyone began to check the contents of the remaining carriages. Two carriages contained two iron balls, and the remaining two carriages contained some supplies.

"Is this a Salamandra?" Knight Ram looked at the two huge iron balls. "Is this equivalent to two explosions?"

"That's right. The amount of Salamanthus stuffed in here is enough to launch two explosion spells." Lind said excitedly.

Two explosions of Salamanthe... Ilfa calculated the amount in his mind, and then felt a pain in his flesh.

"I've advised you, mother." Noticing the twitch on her mother's face, Eliza shrugged helplessly.

"The precious Salaman Stone has been used up just like that..." Ilfa said with some pain.

"It doesn't matter. The old must go before the new can come." Linde comforted him. "Besides, if we can't win this battle, no matter how many Salamantras we have, we won't be able to use them."

What Linde said made sense, so Ilufa also accepted this statement. As for the Salaman Stone and more magic crystals, Linde had a guess. If it was true, then there would be no shortage of magic crystals in the future.

"These two... um, explosion techniques, how do you plan to use them?" Ilfa asked.

"I originally wanted to get mines... something buried in the ground that explodes when you step on it, but there are only two of them, so I can't accurately decapitate them." Lind explained. "As for how to use them..."

Linde said, raising his finger and pointing to the top of the mountain just above the valley.

"The enemy outnumbers us, and our reinforcements have not arrived yet. The enemy has also shown up with a powerful bronze bull. We are simply no match for our new beastmen who have not received any military training. In the next battle, if we still use the old method, we will only be defeated and defeated. There is no other option."

"We do have the advantage of terrain, but due to the quality of our troops, we are simply unable to defeat them. In this case, we have no choice but to change our strategy."

"Since we can't defeat the enemy's main force, let's kill their leader." Linde clenched his hand pointing at the top of the mountain into a fist. "The enemy is Chaos Beastmen. It is only because of the existence of the Beast King, the Lion King Mara, that they have assembled into a unified force. If we can kill the enemy's main general, the enemy will collapse on its own."

Lind's words boiled down to one word: beheading.

Directly eliminating the enemy's main general is a tactic that is easy to say but very difficult to do.

"Is this... possible?" Ram frowned.

"It was impossible originally, but now..." Lind patted the big iron ball on the carriage.

Chapter 242: The Reminder of the Strange God

If you ask an officer or experienced veteran how to counter cavalry, especially cavalry charging in groups, the most standard answer is to use a lance array. When the cavalry charges, the neat lance array can make the galloping cavalry directly hit the lance tip, and the sharp lance tip will also make the horse-based mounts feel instinctively afraid.

In addition to gun formations, there are many other ways to deal with cavalry, such as blocking corners, digging pits, volleys of bows and arrows, introducing muddy terrain, etc., but no matter which method is used, it requires soldiers to have high quality. It is extremely difficult to use a group of militia who have never been trained to develop tactics to counter cavalry.

Of course, if you ask Lind this question, his answer will be completely different from the rest of the world. If you want to counter cavalry, the best weapon is of course a machine gun.

Since the invention of the machine gun, all nomadic peoples have become good at singing and dancing.

Cavalry was the king of the battlefield in the era of cold weapons, but it was hot weapons that completely swept cold weapons into history. In order to fight against the powerful cold weapon troops, Lind naturally thought of hot weapons.

But the problem is that Linde can't produce hot weapons now.

The lack of materials and backward technology made it impossible for Linde to make hot weapons. Since the problem could not be solved, we started with the idea of ​​solving the problem and used magic to play a similar role.

When mining, Lind discovered that fire magic had many effects similar to those of hot weapons. However, due to the small number of magicians, it could not be used like hot weapons. However, this problem now has a solution. Although the precious magic crystals have to be blown up, money is only a part of one's body. Let's finish the battle first and consider other problems later.

Under Lind's command, two huge iron balls were transported to the side of the mountain. The next question was how to transport these two large iron balls to the top of the mountain.

The sheep beasts could climb up the steep rock walls and carry some things with them, but two one-meter iron balls weighed tons, and even if several sheep beasts worked together, it would be difficult to carry them up. After trying several times, even if they managed to pull them, one of the sheep beasts would soon be pulled down due to the unstable center of gravity, which would trigger a chain reaction.

In order to pull the iron ball up, after discussion, it was finally decided to let Lady Ilfa use the powerful wind magic Feather Fall to reduce the weight of the iron, and then let the sheep and beast people work together to transport the iron up.

Finally, after more than a dozen sheep beastmen pulled with ropes, Lady Ilufa was carried by a sheep beastman alone, and continued to use feather fall to reduce the weight of the iron ball. It took a lot of effort to finally transport the two iron balls up. When the second iron ball was in place, all the sheep beastmen and Lady Ilufa were exhausted.

"I hope this thing can really work." Ilfa, who was already feeling a little exhausted of magic power, said this to Linde with dead fish eyes.

"Don't worry, you won't be disappointed." Lind said confidently.

After placing the two large iron balls directly above the valley, the sun began to set. In order to boost morale, Lind suggested taking out all the remaining food and letting the soldiers relax.

After all, tomorrow will be the decisive battle.

The reinforcements would arrive the day after tomorrow, but Lind said the decisive battle would be tomorrow. Others questioned this, to which Lind replied: "Our morale will collapse if there is another shock, and we won't last until the day after tomorrow."

After a brief explanation, everyone else accepted Lind's suggestion and took out almost all the food for the soldiers to enjoy.

The feast lasted until sunset. The soldiers were so full of food and drink that they temporarily forgot the disastrous defeat of the day and their morale was temporarily restored.

After night fell, everyone went to bed on time and the entire camp entered its final tranquility.

In order to conserve his energy, Linde also went to bed early. Before falling asleep, Linde kept reminding himself in his mind not to dream about the Blood God at night. He kept reminding himself for a long time before closing his eyes.

Soon, Lind fell asleep. Perhaps the suggestion before going to bed took effect. The hideous battlefield did not appear today, and the whisper of the Blood God did not appear either. Instead, there was a blue sky.

In the dream, Lind came to a huge building, which seemed to be a museum or a library. In short, it was a place filled with all kinds of books.

The books on the bookshelf were constantly pulled out and inserted back, opened and closed, and the bookshelf itself was constantly expanding and contracting. The ceiling above seemed to be the floor, and the floor under the feet seemed to be the ceiling.

Everything in his sight was changing, changing all the time. After just a brief glance, Linde felt dizzy.

Needless to say, I have come to the domain of a certain evil god. I have seen the domain of the evil god before. The plague god cannot pull me in because of the rejection of the mother goddess of the earth. The style of the blood god is not like that. So there is only one left.

"Strange God..." Linde whispered.

As soon as he finished speaking, as if a light suddenly lit up in the darkness, two chairs appeared not far ahead. On one of the chairs sat a figure in a blue robe.

"Smart kid." The figure in the azure robe spoke, and from beneath the robe came a voice like that of a kind old scholar. "It's obviously your first time here, but you were able to determine your location so quickly."

"Welcome to the library of the Supreme Eagle...Wow!" Before he could finish his words, the other party just made a "please sit down" gesture, and Lind rushed over and kicked him, knocking him and the chair to the ground.

"I don't care who you are!" After kicking the other person to the ground, Lind picked up a chair and started to attack him. "Are you evil gods annoying? You come to harass me every day! Can't you let me sleep well?"

The harassment from the Blood God these days made Lind very angry. He had long been resentful of the Evil God, and then at this time the other party happened to run into his trap.

He vented his anger by holding a chair, and even broke the chair in his hand into pieces. The opponent's hood was also lifted, revealing a blurry face. However, Linde was not interested in knowing who the opponent was, and directly rejected it in his heart and wanted to leave here.

"You impatient little brat." The old man was not angry at the sudden beating. "Aren't you curious why the Venerable dragged you in?"

Lind responded with practical actions, and his figure disappeared even faster.

"What an unlovable little brat..." The old man cursed inwardly when he saw this, but the task assigned by the Venerable must be completed. "The Supreme Eagle ordered me to remind you! The Blood God's plan! Is to forcibly upgrade you to a demon!"

Chapter 243 Before the Decisive Battle

Lind simply ignored the call of the old man who was knocked to the ground in front of him. He continued to resist the temptation of the evil god in his heart, and the scene in front of him quickly faded away.

When the scenes before his eyes disappeared, Lind felt that his body had returned to the real world.

When he opened his eyes, it was pitch black. It was still late at night, and there was no lighting, so he couldn't see anything. Everything was quiet around him. As usual, Lind could feel two plump bodies sandwiching him on the left and right.

I tried to raise my hands to scratch my face, but found that both my hands were caught in the plump fruit. I carefully pulled my hands out, rubbed my eyes, and then as soon as I put my hands down, they were swallowed up again.

In the darkness, Lind quietly opened his eyes and looked ahead, recalling the scene in his dream. The one who came to attack at night this time was a new face, the strange god.

Among the four evil gods of chaos, Gui Shen is the only one left that has never been encountered. Although the Mother Goddess of Earth said that she has the aura of Gui Shen and he must have watched her, but for some reason, he has never spoken to her like the other gods.

In order to know himself and his enemy, Lind had consulted several experts on the evil gods for detailed information. In order to listen to different opinions, Lind also sought out people of different identities, such as the former Chaos Shaman Fran and Cynthia, a heretic expert among the Sisters of War.

According to Cynthia, the Trickster is the most complex and changeable of the Chaos Evil Gods, and is also the most difficult to figure out. As for how to deal with the Trickster, Cynthia warned Lind not to think too much. The more he tried to figure out the evil gods, especially the Trickster's thoughts, the more likely he would be bewitched by the Trickster.

The less you know about the evil god, the better. It is best not to know the existence of the evil god. The more you know about the evil god, the easier it is to be bewitched by him. So if possible, don't even know the name of the evil god. This is what Cynthia, as a senior, warned Lind.

If the more you know, the easier it is to be bewitched by the evil god, then as a heretic expert, is Cynthia also easily bewitched? Originally, Linde planned to use this to play a little joke on Cynthia, but when he thought of her identity, especially the scars on her body, Linde gave up.

As for the Weird God, Linde also knew that he had the most names among all the Chaos Evil Gods, with very, very many different names. As for the Weird God, it is true that the saying goes, don't think too much about it. The more you think about it, the more problems you are likely to get into.

And the figure in the dream, is it the Ghost God himself, or something else? It is said that the Ghost God has a thousand different looks, and truly, there are a thousand Ghost Gods in the eyes of a thousand people.

Forget it, don't think too much. No matter what tricks the other party has, don't think too much, just let it go.

but……

"The Blood God wants to forcibly turn me into a demon?" Lind muttered to himself. What does this mean?

After thinking about it, Linde still didn't quite understand what this meant, especially what the demon upgrade meant. If he couldn't figure it out, he simply stopped thinking about it. Linde closed his eyes and soon fell asleep again.

When Linde closed his eyes again, a figure sneaked out of the tent, moving lightly and without making any sound. After a while, Linde fell asleep again.

After closing his eyes this time, Linde was not dreaming. He felt warm all over and very comfortable, as if he was held in his mother's arms.

In the second half of the night, Linde was not awakened by the evil spirit's harassment again, and slept smoothly until dawn. When the morning sun shone in, Linde woke up from his sleep, and then found that he was in a better state than ever before.

The fatigue from the battle was swept away, as well as the irritability from not being able to sleep for several days. My mind was clear and I was full of energy. I even pulled the flag powerfully and lifted it up in little Schnee's face.

When he looked up, he saw that little Schnee had fallen asleep on top of him in the middle of the night as usual, just like a cat that likes to lie on its owner's belly, except that Schnee's lying position was a little off.

Carefully pulling his body out of the three-sided trap, Lind was able to get up without waking them up due to his experience. Pulling his body out, he tiptoed out of the tent and saw Efit outside the tent.

"Good morning, Master." Efit bowed to Lind. "How was your rest last night?"

"Yeah, not bad." Lind nodded, and then noticed the dark circles under Efit's eyes. "Did you not sleep well last night?"

"Yeah, I'm a little bit unaccustomed to the environment here." Efit nodded slightly. "The smell is a bit..."

"Is that so? It's hard for you." Linde nodded in agreement. There were only beastmen here, and during the war, there was no time for them to take a bath, so the smell was quite strong.

"Are you ready to go back?" Lind asked.

"Yes, according to Madam's order, we will go back today." Aifeite nodded. "After all, this is a battlefield. Although I know some self-defense martial arts, I can't help you."

Efit's arrival was unplanned, and she also had the task of managing the camp assigned to her by Iluffa, so she had to go back at dawn today.

"Go back without worrying about this place." Lind comforted Efit. "With the secret weapon you sent us, we will win."

"Well, I believe that you will win, Master." Efit said confidently.

Efit opened her big, lively eyes, and there seemed to be light in them. She really believed that Lind would win.

For some reason, looking at Efit's appearance, especially her small pink lips, Linde suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart.