Scales of Eternal Order

While Ques and the others researched how to use the secret weapon-“gu lu potion” to give a surprise to more of the demon army that will encircle the fortress, Baator hired a different plane Ogre Bulu, who was entrusted by the commander in the military fortress, is also intensively preparing for other war needs.

The battlefield medical camp, which is full of Baator hell characteristics, thanks to the unremitting efforts of the mage as medical workers and the priests of Evil God, more and more wounded soldiers who have received treatment have begun to return to the establishment.

Although the soil on the battlefield is infiltrated with the flesh and blood of the lower world demons as raw materials, the elemental prostheses made by the casters may not be so easy to use, and will gradually affect these material plane mercenaries The consciousness, but in the end, the soldiers who don’t have the regenerative ability of the demons can raise their swords and spears again-not to waste the fortress materials.

When the fortress defense system was faced with an air strike that the fuel airwalker failed to succeed, some problems were exposed-the fortress could not effectively counteract attacks from the air.

Let the young blue dragon as the commander carry the elite Batzu devil on top as the “Suicide Squad” every time. Once it is too dangerous, there may be a monster hidden in the demon army; It will also create a vacuum of high-end battle strength. If the wolf-snake demon warlord hadn’t been in chaos due to half-Lich Sneak’s sneak attack, it could have caused more damage in the fortress.

In order to solve this problem, in the fortress forging workshop, ogre blacksmith Nalu, under the guidance of the great goblin engineer Riknaz, used good materials to create many giant crossbow arrows. Afterwards, the casters painted various enchanting effects such as gravity array and explosion array on it, and filled the reserved grooves with silver powder. Once the special crossbow arrows are fired, these arrangements will take effect as soon as they hit the target. Those floating giant beasts that pose a great threat to the defense system of the fortress will immediately repeat the tragedy of the Hindenburg once the arrow is hit.

Of course, after the war machine of Baator, the ex-planet mercenary fortress, was put into operation, the preparations made were much more than that.

As the saying goes, “Winning wars depends on weapons and weapons, and winning is soldiers.”

If the army is a melting pot, then the army on the bloody battlefield is the biggest melting pot in the multiverse. Among the defenders of the fortress, the most are the warriors that the demons “call” from various material planes.

These people have different appearances, speak languages ​​that they can’t understand each other, and have different customs and habits. But in the melting pot of the fortress, they are growing at an astonishing speed-killing the devil not only sharpens the battle skills of these people, but also urges them to continue to learn new things.

For the simplest example, when these people were first sent to this camp, only a handful of people could master the purgatory language. However, in less than ten days of work, most of the surviving alien mercenaries can speak two sentences of the language used by the demons of the lower world. As for understanding simple commands, it is nothing more difficult.

Maybe before they came here, these people had different professions. Some are knight-errants, some are brutal fighters, and some are Rogue…, but at this moment they all have only one identity—soldiers, soldiers who have to fight desperately to survive the bloody battle.

It may also be due to the influence of the Baator Order Rule of the Nine Prisons. These soldiers have spontaneously formed combat teams under the major rules of their respective establishments, and cooperated with each other on the battlefield to better fight the invading demons.

Such a choice is not based on the righteousness of the same robe. In fact, the army of the Nine Prisons of Baator never advocates “all for me, I for all”. The cooperation between the soldiers is only for themselves, in order to prevent themselves from being attacked by the enemy, in order to make themselves have greater probability of living.

Therefore, every soldier carefully makes good “comrades in arms” who are helpful to save his life. The rule of “powerhouse wins the winner” is the accepted standard for this choice. .

Our “broom eyebrow” boss Dalton needless to say, not only the original brother who survived several wars, but also some other soldiers like to gather under this powerhouse , Awaiting its dispatch.

As for Paladin in the past, Jason, who is now on the bloody battlefield to pay off debts, has won the support of some soldiers because of his skill and skill in killing demons.

It’s just that unlike Dalton, Jensen never promised to “cover” anyone.

One is because of the silent maxim; the other is this Paladin, who is considered by Dalton to be very similar to “the second son of his own family”, stubbornly believes that he is not worthy to bear anyone at this time The expectation is that only after washing the mistakes made by yourself can you become a Paladin again.

However, his non-proactive and irresponsible attitude occasionally irritates some soldiers who are originally stinging: “You guy is really shameless, and he only recommends you to join Ferguson squad if you think you can. …”

But he was only half of his words, a slap the size of a fan of a fan hit the back of this short knight-errant who was suspected of being mixed with the bloodline of the Dillo dwarf. Without any resistance, the thorn head collapsed to the ground in a daze.

“Sorry, he spoke too loudly and disturbed me.” Dalton, the broom eyebrow boss, explained to Jason who looked towards himself.

No one objected, not even the other members of Ferguson squad who were looking for fault with the knight-errant.

Same sentence, this is Baator’s alt-plane mercenary fortress.

Dalton, this hard stubble, has established his prestige in a small area in this fortress through several battles, not to mention that he has to face the people around him waiting to be dispatched. Help me, no one will do anything for the knight-errant who seems to be half-hearted.

It seems a little bit unfinished, the gangster bent down and picked up this bad luck knight-errant weapon-a hand made of purple clothes wood, with a weight of five feet when not wound. Lacquered longbow. Pulling it can shoot arrows at least two hundred steps away, and can easily armor piercing at close range.

The arm of this longbow is very smooth, indicating that it has been used for many years; the bow body is evenly painted with heavy paint, which is very suitable for maintaining elasticity in the wet rain forest. Generally speaking, the maintenance is quite good. Properly, it can also be called a small value.

Although the broom and eyebrow boss is not an expert in the use of bows and arrows, after all, he has experience and experience as a party boss.

He gently pulled the longbow a few times-he was afraid of damaging the weapon too hard, so he threw it to his own younger brother who also used bow and arrow to fight: “This bow is fine. We have to find a good person for it. Besides, it’s not that such a short guy makes such a long bow inconvenient, hahaha.”

As Dalton spoke, he gestured jokingly. At the height of the knight-errant, a burst of laughter broke out among his little brother and some of the soldiers onlookers.

Jensen glanced at Dalton and said nothing. He just stood up silently and grabbed the knight-errant that was lying unattended on the ground, then put it on his shoulder and walked out of the crowd. Seeing his direction, he should be rushing to the field medical camp.

“Boss, that kid is a bit too fail to appreciate somebody’s kindness.” A confidant whispered beside Dalton.

Dalton just turned around and fiercely took a look at him, looking at Jason’s back, sighed imperceptibly.

“It’s so fucking like that two-pole boy.” Dalton just cursed secretly in his heart.