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More than a dozen zombie artillerymen pointed their fingers at Windlow, who even began to sweat on his face.

The terrible zombies and the stench were tormenting him. After all, he was just an ordinary imperial merchant with no psychological immunity, so he was still frightened and horrified by the undead.

However, the dozen or so zombie artillerymen did not launch an attack or roar loudly.

He pointed at Windlow, then at the shells and gunpowder barrels placed aside, and then at the cannon.

"Ah? What's going on? You want me to carry the shells?"

The meaning of this simple instruction was very clear, that is, these zombies wanted Windlow to move the shells over quickly and stop slacking off.

The situation is unclear and it is best not to do strenuous exercise if you are discovered by the enemy.

Windlow also gritted his teeth and slowly walked towards the zombie artillerymen, slowly picked up a shell and placed it next to the flooded mortar.

The zombie gunner tilted his head to look at Windlow, who could even smell the fishy smell of sea water and the barnacles all over the zombie's body.

The gunner lowered his head and sensed the location of the shell out of habit, then pointed at Windlow again and then at the gunpowder barrel.

It turned out to be true. The zombie did not recognize his own identity as a living person and mistook himself for an ordinary zombie.

Perhaps it was because he had the ability to absorb the wind of magic.

For vampires to control zombies, they must have sufficient magical wind to allocate and distribute it evenly on the battlefield.

Like a basic electrical wire, the wind of magic serves to communicate between vampires and zombies.

However, the magic wind scattered everywhere was used by Windlow.

His physique is so special that he can absorb all the magical winds around him without any delay, including the shadow wind and death wind that combine into necromancy.

Just like every wizard, when absorbing different magical winds, different magical changes will occur.

The Fire Mage will have flames sprouting from his hair, the Light Mage will have his eyes glowing and burst into a holy posture, and the Beast Mage will also grow fangs and claws.

The feeling of the wind of death and the wind of shadow combined together is like the living dead.

This is the case with Wendlow, who has now absorbed the necromancy. The necromancy in his body and around him completely disguises his identity.

If you use magic perception alone, there is no difference between him and vampires and zombies.

For zombies who have lost most of their eyesight, it is naturally impossible for them to see through Windlow's human identity.

A plan immediately came to his mind, and he quickly ran to the gunpowder barrel and tried to knock a small hole in the bottom of the gunpowder barrel before moving it.

As he carried the gunpowder barrel along the way, a very obvious trace of gunpowder appeared on the ground.

After the transport was successful, the zombie gunners relied on their muscle memory and habits from when they were still alive to load gunpowder and shells into the mortars.

After a simple aim, it was fired.

Fortunately, the zombie artillerymen did not have very good eyesight and judgment, and under Mousse's command, all crew members could easily avoid the mortar shells that flew in the sky for a long time before landing.

Before the zombie artillerymen turned around, Windlow once again picked up a gunpowder barrel, punched a small hole in it, and came to the mortar position with traces of gunpowder all the way.

One barrel after another, a total of seven or eight barrels of black powder were placed next to the mortar. A belt of black powder continued to extend on the ground, extending more than ten meters away.

Windlow also took advantage of this time to leave the mortar position and came to the outermost area of ​​the gunpowder fuse.

As a magic conductor, what I am best at is distinguishing each type of magic wind.

All he had to do was mobilize the wind of fire that had accumulated in his body, and he could create a small flame even in a place where necromancy was sweeping across.

A little flame was enough. The black powder fuse was burning rapidly, swimming quickly towards the place where the gunpowder barrels were piled like a fire snake.

"Run!"

Windlow no longer disguised himself, he spread his legs and started running. The unicorn next to him even came over to see what that glowing thing on the ground was.

After realizing the danger, he immediately lowered his head, pushed Windlow onto his back, and quickly fled the battlefield.

The gunpowder was spreading at a very fast speed and had already spread to where the gunpowder barrel was.

Although the zombie artillerymen had poor eyesight, their sense of smell could detect something wrong. The intense smell of burning gunpowder had already surrounded them.

The flames had already flown into the barrel of explosives, and then there was a violent explosion, which produced a huge impact in the artillery position.

There was even a small mushroom cloud rising on the spot.

The zombies leaning against the mortar were blown to pieces. Even the most powerful necromancer Nagash could not resurrect these zombies.

The rest of the zombie artillerymen were all blown away more than ten meters by the huge impact force.

Although they can still rely on the terrible necromancy magic to get up from the ground, they are missing limbs and cannot continue to contribute their combat power.

The most crucial thing is that all the mortars were destroyed in the explosion just now, and all the mortars were ignited at the same time, flying wildly in all directions.

As the small mushroom cloud and the sound of the explosion gradually weakened, one mortar shell after another fell from the sky.

These are the shells that were ignited and launched into the sky in the explosion just now, and are now falling from the sky one after another.

It can still explode. For zombies that lack reaction speed and mobility, even if they realize that a mortar shell is falling on their heads, they don't have the speed to dodge.

Bang bang bang bang!

More than a dozen mortar shells landed one after another, providing a most magnificent fireworks show for Mousse in the distance.

It also means that all the vampire pirates' artillery have been destroyed.

"Assemble! Hold up your shields! Form a formation!"

Determining different tactics according to the different forms of the battlefield is a compulsory course for the Lord of Fear. Of course, Mousse also knows that he must change the formation now.

The vampire pirates' artillery has been completely destroyed, and they no longer have the means to carry out range killing, so the soldiers on their side can simply stick together.

Sticking together can improve morale, and every soldier will have a teammate next to him to guard the flank.

The most important thing is that the vampire pirates still have the ability to pick up muskets and shoot.

Soldiers without shields can hide behind soldiers with shields to greatly reduce the damage they suffer when charging.

All that was left was to push forward to win, but Mousse also had a way to speed up the victory.

He snatched the standard shield and sword from the imperial soldier beside him and put on his half armor.

After being simply armed, Mousse had a more important task. As long as he killed the vampire lord, the battle would end as quickly as possible.