Self-discipline is king in horse riding and slashing

Chapter 40 Tyr’s Soul-Guarding Lamp

"I can feel it!"

Luqi Oak was overjoyed, because this time he finally locked onto the three cannons that embarrassed him. He immediately took out the magic stone coin from the animal skin bag again and held it tightly in his hand, and quickly recited the amplification spell in his mouth.

"Molten Iron Curse!"

The troll shaman shouted, and a fiery red light rose from his body and disappeared above his head. Along with it, the coins he held tightly in his hand disappeared.

What's the situation?

Why is this becoming more and more popular?

Chen Sheng stared at the artillery in front of him in stunned silence, with a row of question marks popping up on his head.

呲~呲~

A sweaty Sigma auxiliary soldier walked into the fort carrying a bucket. Looking at the red barrel, his eyes widened in surprise. He wailed in his heart and kept running while pouring the bucket on the barrel. , the moment the water touched the cannon body, a large ball of water vapor appeared instantly with a harsh sound.

"Ah! My face!"

The unprepared auxiliary soldier's face and hands were instantly burned red by the steam.

"You take him to rinse him with cold water, and when the temperature drops, apply this to him, and the others evacuate quickly."

Chen Sheng pulled a resting auxiliary soldier and stuffed a stick of scalding ointment into it, then rushed to the other stunned soldiers and shouted loudly, while he quickly collected the ammunition piled around him.

Nima!

This cliff is magic!

At this time, Chen Sheng realized that except for Ni's healing skills, he had never seen anyone else use magic since time travel, so he subconsciously thought that there would be no such thing among these greenskins.

This wave is mine!

Careless.

"Come on, why are you still dazed!"

When Chen Sheng reached the stairs, he turned his head and roared when he saw Sigma running past him.

Hey ~

These people are good, but a little dull.

When going downstairs, Chen Sheng thought of the scene he just saw and sighed helplessly.

Just because he looked back just now, except for a few Yu Yong who were holding shields to protect him, the others still obeyed the last order and stayed in place, even if the iron cannon had begun to melt, and the tears shed The molten iron was about to approach, but he didn't let it move even half an inch.

"Next, your task is to protect me, yourselves, and your colleagues. Can you do it?"

Under the fort, Chen Sheng looked at the auxiliary soldiers who were already running towards the city wall, and gave Yu Yong instructions with a serious face.

"can!"

The 43 Yuyong infantrymen shouted in unison.

On the west wall, an orc took advantage of the blind spot and thrust the "serrated sword" in his hand under the armpit of his companion in front of him.

Pfft!

What a wonderful sound!

"Die!"

The orc smiled ferociously, pushed the sword hilt forward hard, and stirred it around vigorously.

"Death to you disgusting guy!"

The Yuyong warrior who suffered a heavy blow opened his eyes wide. He endured the severe pain and pulled his left hand out of the tower shield. He clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands and struck out the final blow with all his strength.

The huge wound and the rapid flow of blood took away the last bit of strength from the warrior. He glanced at the long sword that could not be pulled out of the enemy, and closed his eyes with a little regret.

"tomato!"

A Jade Yong infantryman shouted sternly. He didn't expect that after cutting off an orc's head, what he saw was the fallen figure of his brother.

Ding!