.Essentially, Major General Druid Winnie, the Big Black Bear who unfortunately forgot how to restore his human form, is actually a gentle and gentle man with a very easy to talk. Except for a few lunatics who joined the famous green terrorist organization of the Harpist Alliance and only know that "a world of pure green for the sake of green" and who are full of suicide attacks, most people who can become druids will not have a bad temper.

After all, the profession of Druid was originally a gentle existence that was strongly loved nature and could live with plants and animals in the forest. Those guys with sinister or fierce tempers did not have the patience to understand and communicate with animals and plants: considering the huge intellectual differences between the two sides, this definitely needs to be a hundred times better than the kindergarten aunt's good temper - and the decline in IQ caused by long-term animalization also made Mr. Winnie's personality more dull and he did not value fame and fortune. So much so that he watched as Colonel Fili climbed to the throne of the commander of the legion, gave orders to a dignified major general, and even completely undermined his military power. Mr. Winnie still maintained an indifferent attitude, as if a snack that was not in line with his appetite was taken away by others.

However, Mr. Druid Winnie is not the kind of hermit who has no desires and no desires. Just as a child is most afraid of no one playing with him, Mr. Winnie, whose mental level is deteriorating to the point of being almost the same as that of a child, is also most afraid of boredom and loneliness. He always hopes that some kind of people can be with him... Therefore, he strongly desires to have some companions who can speak and be with him all the time - from the initial purpose, he forced himself to restore the "Unfortunate Bear Squadron" system and used food and natural spells to attract such useless koalas. It has nothing to do with the fight for power and profit in the army. Mr. Druid Winnie just simply wants to be a happy "child king".

Therefore, after seeing the first figures breaking through the fire wall, the blazing fire suddenly rose, and in this moment, it completely filled Mr. Druivini's entire heart.

Because, that was the personal guard he had finally collected, the "unlucky bear squadron" composed of more than one hundred koalas (koalas) - of course, after wading through the firewall as scapegoats, these unfortunate koalas were really "baked".

In fact, they were already dead a few hours before this.

In order to cover the safe retreat of the remaining troops on the trest, Xiangrui did not care about the few remaining ammunition stocks. While using various wind-making spells to dissipate heat and cool the cannons, they also fired scorching bombs and incendiary bombs on the shore like water. On the dock square connected to the trest, a dazzling orange-red fire wall was created, like a solid dam, temporarily blocking the surging undead frenzy - at least those who cannot fly could not pass.

As for those undead mages who know how to fly, if they rashly leave the brigade and fly over the fire wall, they will inevitably become the target of public criticism and are forced to face the air battle of the Naserel magician alone, and even the insidious snipers of the ground sharpshooters. Since there are still many cannon fodders to drive their lives, they are naturally not willing to let themselves take risks.

The method of using spells to extinguish fire does not seem to be very desirable. The violent energy fluctuations generated by the two great arcane masters and Samast's battles in the sky have seriously affected every corner of the battlefield, making the already weak magic network here more unstable. It's fine if some small attack or defense spells are used. If a range spell such as rainfall is used, the danger of failure and backlash is terrifying... As a group of extremely selfish evil people, the necromancers are also unwilling to take this risk casually.

Since that's the case, there is only the simplest stupid way left, that is, to drive the cannon fodder into the sea of ​​fire... However, the maximum temperature of the white phosphorus incendiary bomb fired by the main gun of the battleship is even enough to melt steel at the instant. If you want to open a gap in the fire wall, you have to fill many lives. No, it is a lot of zombies and skeletons. As we all know, the pathfinder used to attract enemy firepower is usually always the less valuable, the better, otherwise you will feel a little distressed after you throw it out in a hurry.

At this moment, a group of koalas wearing ridiculous small gray military uniforms, moving slowly along the roadside walls... Strictly speaking, zombies that should be considered koalas suddenly appeared within the attention of the necromancers.

These unlucky little things are the "special earth soldiers" recruited by the Giant Bear Legion in the Mazka continent, and the newly restored member of the "unlucky Bear Squadron". This morning, under the leadership of Mr. Druid Winnie, they went to the outskirts of Tongbes Harbor to collect eucalyptus leaves as food, but unfortunately caught up with the melee, and then met a group of demon soul corpses on the way to retreat... Mr. Winnie, who has great magical powers, naturally escaped after a fierce battle, but his koalas subordinates, who are useless, were not so lucky. Almost every one was scratched and poisoned by the demon soul corpses, and soon they were infected into zombies and were driven into the wave of the undead army.

However, even if he became a zombie, Koala was still a koala after all, and her movements were still as slow as that of a turtle. She had been on the road for a while before she slowly walked to the battlefield... Then she was pulled by the undead mages and went through fire and water as cheap pathfinders.

Just at this moment, due to the continuous high-intensity bombing, the incendiary bombs stored on the Xiangrui were finally completely exhausted. Without the subsequent fuel replenishment, the fire on the dock began to weaken... So, stepping on the charred bodies of the koala zombies, and taking a clumsy zombie dragon as the leader, the undead army of the Dragon Witch Sect crossed the sea of ​​fire with great momentum, trying to tear the last remaining soldiers on the pier to pieces and swallow them up.

However, Mr. Druid Winnie, who felt that he had finally become a commander alone again, was finally completely angered.

"Ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao

This big black bear, as strong as a baby elephant, didn't expect to say hello to his companion, so he roared and rushed up to his opponent, using his newly developed skills...

A large pungent red mist filled the undead instantly. Before the other party could react, this blood-red and disgusting gas with a little smell of sea showed its hideous and terrifying side in front of everyone's eyes - although the victim was a long dead soul, he still showed a long list of shrill howling ghosts and wolves in despair.

In almost a blink of an eye, when the zombie dragon suddenly wailed, the scales and skin on its surface cracked everywhere, and red smoke hissed. A cluster of sticky objects, like fungi, drilled out from the cracks, spreading and growing rapidly, and eventually turned into a large area of ​​strange dark red mushrooms, firmly rooted on the remains of the zombie dragon, and more blood-red mist continued to radiate around...

Not long after, in the ashes after the flames were extinguished, a small dark red mushroom forest suddenly appeared on the fragments of zombies and skeletons. The surface of the mushrooms was generally rotten and black, emitting a burst of irritating smell that made people hide their noses. All the undead near them fell down with red smoke, and then turned into new fertilizer for the mushroom forest - not only the zombies with rotten flesh, demon soul corpses and ghouls on their bodies. Even the skeleton soldiers with only bones were no exception.

The Dragon Witch Cult, which was so shocked, had to temporarily stop and try to find a solution.

The shock that the Giant Bear Legion was felt seemed to be even more intense than that of the Dragon Witch Sect.

"God! Where did the big druid get what kind of monsters come out?!"

Renee rubbed her eyes desperately in disbelief and saw the undeads being swallowed by fungi one after another. "Some time ago, I always saw him and the fat lich Owo scrambled all day long. Could it be to use Owo's undead skills to make use of Owo's undead skills to open such strange and ugly things?"

"...I think that's probably the case. This mushroom seems to be a variant of some kind of carnivorous fungus, and can directly absorb the negative energy in the undead body and directly transform it into one's own use... Could this be a carnivorous mushroom that is undead?"

While casting various reconnaissance spells on this mushroom forest, Feili vaguely speculated without much certainty, "We'd better be careful not to get close to it casually, after all, I don't know whether it will attack living people... Oh, this disgusting mushroom can actually eat living people!"

At this moment, just under his nose, a seriously wounded Inca army who was unfortunately abandoned suddenly lay on the ground and twitched all over, and then his whole body was split into dozens of dark red mushrooms. There was only a pile of broken bones, and his head and clothes were scattered around, vaguely demonstrating the original identity of this group of "human-shaped flower fat".

Seeing this terrifying scene, all the followers' mages were disgusted. Those mages who had prepared air purification techniques quickly recited spells or teared the scrolls apart. The unprepared guy simply escaped and flew back to the ship in a flash.

After all, these dark red weird mushrooms that can easily kill people are too dangerous and are simply unpredictable. In the eyes of some people, they are even much scarier than the undead.

"...I can't say that, this is too one-sided. After all, mushrooms will at least not move, while zombies will rush over and bite people."

Feiri explained that these mushrooms were certainly irritating, but at least they effectively replaced the firewall and protected the safety of the withdrawal operation. After paddling back and forth for a few rounds of sampans and rafts, there were no more people left on the trestle. The only regret is that the life cycle of this fungus seems to be very short, and it began to shrink and wither in just a few minutes. And the pungent layer of blood-red mist quickly disappeared.

Fortunately, when the undead carefully stepped through the completely withered mushroom forest, the withdrawal operation on the pier was coming to an end.

Seeing the last soldier jumping onto the sampan, Feili Wuxin continued to entangle with the undead creatures coming in. He inserted his finger into his mouth, made a loud retreat whistle, and then took the lead on the flying broom and left with the "second-rate strong men", leaving only a bunch of undead creatures foolishly at a loss by the beach. He was hit by the solid bullet rains that seemed to be sold out by Xiangrui, which was broken into pieces and limbs.

For the Giant Bear Legion, which finally got rid of the enemy's entanglement, except for the strong confrontation in the sky, it seems that everything else around is getting better.

However, intentionally or unintentionally, they all ignored the unknown objects that were rushing under the water and only revealing some blurred black shadows... It seemed that they were treating them as sharks following the smell of blood, but the facts were far from that simple.
Chapter completed!