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Salin's trap wasn't complicated, but it was difficult to carry it out. He had Christian take all the mages who could make a move and set up a fire trap on the ice. When the enemy rushed into the trap, they would be surrounded in a sea of fire.
This kind of magic fire wouldn't burn for too long, but it was extremely hot. Just this alone wouldn't be able to melt a few meters of solid ice. When the fire trapped the enemy, Truman fired the magic cannon on Whitestone Mountain, completely shattering the ice. All the people in the target range either sank into the sea or were killed by the magic cannon.
It was difficult for the magic cannon to hit a moving target, but for these trapped enemies, the magic cannon was even more terrifying than a forbidden spell.
"Sir, what should we do with these captives?" Zola asked from the side. He was really worried that Salin would kill the rest in a rage. In Cloud Flow, there was a saying that killing captives was a very inauspicious thing. It would bring bad luck to the person who gave the order.
"Lock them up separately and interrogate them …"
Naturally, someone went to carry out the order. Salin didn't need to ask anything. As long as Salin didn't ask anything, the person in charge of the interrogation would keep asking until there were no more questions.
Of course, Salin wouldn't give the order to kill these captives. There didn't seem to be anyone important among these captives. The enemy was almost completely wiped out. Salin's anger had already subsided. In this battle, because of the advantage of the mounts, not a single soldier on his side died. Although there were many injured, the mages had already prepared a large amount of Recovery Water before the battle.
Christian's expression wasn't very good. When he set up the magic array, he didn't know that it would have such a big effect when used with the magic cannon. Thousands of people died in this attack. Almost all the enemies with weapons were trapped by the magic array and blasted into the sea. The soldiers who were lucky enough not to be trapped by the magic array were almost unarmed. Then, they were attacked by Salin's army and completely collapsed.
Christian didn't think that he would kill so many people. If he had to kill thousands of soldiers himself, he definitely wouldn't hesitate.
The soldiers behind him held magic lanterns in their hands. Salin looked at the big hole in front of him and pondered.
The power of the magic cannons was greater than he had imagined. If an enemy were to sneak into Whitestone Mountain and kill the guards, the magic cannons would be able to destroy all the fortresses on the shore. The destructive power of this thing was much greater than the magic stone cannons. Moreover, the size of this magic cannon was too small, and it was very likely that the enemy had stored it in their spatial equipment and taken it away.
"Master, you can arrange for the construct puppets to guard that magic cannon." The Winged Skeleton's voice rang out. Salin was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that the Coiled Turtle Alchemy Ship should have already arrived beneath his feet. The distance between him and the Winged Skeleton was probably less than fifty meters.
"I know, Bing, it's over here, go and find the wreckage of the 2nd Dynasty's warship, and retrieve all the usable materials. Neris has the Dimensional Stone, let her do it. "
"Yes, master. Do you have any other instructions?"
"No. Be careful and come back as soon as possible." Salin sent the Winged Skeleton away, then turned his head and said to Sicar, "Sicar, do you think it will be a problem to let Judy and Koke devour the souls?"
Although Salin was not a necromancer, he could feel the rich aura around the battlefield. It was the condensed soul power of the dead. Only those who had died in battle would have such a strong power.
The priests were also very sensitive to this kind of power. Sicar closed his eyes and silently felt for a while, then said, "There should be no problem. If we don't deal with it, it will be troublesome. Our city needs to do business, and the aura of the battlefield is too strong. It will affect our income. "
"Well, then let's call Judy and Koke."
On Whitestone Mountain, Truman was still sitting beside the magic cannon in a daze. The magic cores on the magic cannon had been used up. When Truman fired, he had only calculated the shooting coordinates. He had not thought about the consequences of continuously firing the magic cannon.
He had killed thousands of people with his own hands. Although Truman was not an ordinary person and was very indifferent to life and death, he had killed thousands of people with his own hands. This made him feel extremely disgusted.
In fact, magic cannons were not made to kill on a large scale. They were used to destroy the enemy's heavy equipment, such as giant siege hammers and slow War Puppets. Using magic cannons to kill ordinary soldiers was too much of a price.
If it wasn't for the special environment of the ice layer, the magic cannon could only kill a limited number of enemies. It didn't matter if the enemy was a great magician or an ordinary soldier. It made no difference to the magic cannon. The situation that Salin had created was special. The large magic formation controlled the enemy's movement, and then used the magic cannon to destroy the ice. Even if the enemy didn't die, they would fall into the sea and lose their lives.
After a long time, Truman's mood returned to normal. Those people were dead. They were bandits anyway. He had heard that they killed more than a hundred warriors from the island, and they were killed without any resistance.
Thinking of this, Truman's mood no longer had that kind of depressed feeling. People always had to find an excuse for what they had done. No matter how clumsy or true the excuse was, the purpose was the same. Just like Truman, he was just convincing himself that what he did was right.
Truman stroked the magic cannon with his hand. This kind of thing, after the first time, it wouldn't be so difficult the second time. It was just firing the cannon. Embedding the magic nucleus, adjusting the coordinates, accumulating energy, and activating the magic formation. Such a simple step could be completed by a level-three magician.
The harbor quieted down, and the three monarchs were released to absorb the souls on the battlefield. Before that, Daniel had secretly made some food for Perseus, filling him up. In this battle, the only one who didn't have any psychological burden was Daniel. In Daniel's view, since these people came to Myers Continent to cause trouble, they should be mentally prepared to die.
Three thousand skeleton soldiers were completely annihilated in this battle. He could only wait for the three monarchs to completely recover before summoning them. The remaining less than a hundred skeletons also absorbed a lot of soul power on the battlefield and evolved on Myers Continent. Daniel didn't dare to hide the more than eighty skeletons. He knew that Salin had Winged Skeletons.
These more than eighty evolved skeletons finally had intelligence, and their movements were much more agile. Although their combat power didn't improve, and their bodies were still somewhat fragile, they could accept complex orders. More importantly, once the skeletons evolved for the first time, they would gradually improve in the future.
In the Undead Plane, there were golden-armored skeletons, winged skeletons, and jade-skeletons. These skeletons had good intelligence, and they could even grow into monarchs. The most bizarre thing was that some skeletons could learn magic and become Skeleton Magicians.
It was just that the number of skeletons was so large, but very few could develop intelligence. This time, among the three thousand skeleton soldiers, nearly a hundred skeletons with intelligence appeared, and basically all of them survived this battle. It could only be said that Salin was very lucky. He could let the Winged Skeletons deal with these skeletons and become their subordinates. The Winged Skeletons could more accurately command these skeletons, and use the spirit pool to refine them, speeding up the evolution of these skeletons.
Skeletons didn't know fatigue. As long as there was something like the spirit pool, they could survive. If there were undead flames, the skeletons could live well in any plane.
Every time there was a war on the continent, necromancers would summon large numbers of skeletons. This was because these undead creatures had average combat power, but the price to performance ratio was very high. As long as a few skeletons with intelligence appeared, they could become officers among the undead, allowing necromancers to command more undead in battle.
It was already late at night, and most people were asleep, but Salin was still busy.
On this exploratory voyage to the north, Salin had harvested too many materials. Large numbers of level-four magic cores, large numbers of magic beast shells, bones, and large amounts of fresh meat. These fresh meat would not rot if placed in a dimensional stone.
There was a magic laboratory in the temple, and Salin had already analyzed the mineral deposits on the island. The reserves should be very large, mostly iron, without the pyroxene that Salin had expected.
This was also very normal, as the production of pyroxene had always been pitifully low. That was an associated ore of red copper. But to find a large iron mine was also a good harvest. If one wanted to make steel, they needed good iron. This open-air mine was of extremely high quality, and the associated ores were also relatively rich. Salin had made a fortune.
In Qin Yin, mines basically belonged to the royal family, and the miners only received one-tenth of the profits. This iron mine completely belonged to Salin. Moreover, an iron factory could be built on the island to mine iron ingots and ship them here directly. Salin didn't plan to sell them, but rather to store them for his army.
Not only did the army need iron, but Salin also planned to open up wastelands nearby. To open up wastelands, the best way was to learn from Alchemy City and use low-level puppets to farm instead of livestock.
These puppets could only be used for farm work, and they themselves needed large amounts of steel to ensure their structural strength. Whether they were flexible or not didn't matter. After all, these things weren't used for battle. It didn't matter if they were a bit clumsy. The most important thing was not to damage them easily, and to minimize the possibility of repair.
A mile east of the temple was a geometrically structured building. This building was currently used by Daniel, and the people living there were all soldiers in charge of the city's security. The hundred or so captives had been escorted here. The captives were directly sent to the underground cells and locked up separately.
Daniel was interrogating a low-level officer. This person was probably a squad leader or something, and was the highest-level officer who had survived this battle. It couldn't be helped. The higher the rank of the officers of the East Sea Nation's coalition army, the fancier and more gorgeous the armor they wore. This was like a beacon, guiding the enemy to attack them. In Daniel's opinion, this kind of armor's defense wasn't much stronger than leather armor, and wearing it was practically asking for death.
This was clearly telling the enemy, I'm the leader, come kill me, come!
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