Reincarnation Paradise

Chapter 788: iron fist

Gollum...

A large number of bubbles appeared within the magma beneath the fortress, and the Imperials noticed the change.

Carlos flashed a smile, things were going according to his intended plan.

"After waiting so long, it's finally good, Anna, go ahead."

Carlos was talking to no one in particular.

"Uh-huh."

A disembodied girl came from what appeared to be a woman in a stealthy state near Carlos.

After about a couple dozen seconds, the magma that was bubbling heavily under the fortress stopped churning and began to have a tendency to solidify.

Ka-bar, ka-bar.

The congealed magma crumbled and cracked, and these cracks were not messy, but formed an interlocking large-scale alchemy formation.

Boom boom boom ...

The ground in a radius of more than ten kilometers began to shake.

Boom!

The already solidified magma layer ruptured, and higher temperature magma gushed out from the cracks in the magma layer, and those cracks spewed magma outward like a fountain.

Gulp...

The magma flowed down the slope, and the imperial soldiers who were not far away from the magma immediately retreated.

The lava continued to surge higher as well as flow down the slope, and in just ten seconds or so, a tumbling lava slope had formed under the fortress.

At the back of the battlefield, Carlos's adjutant stood at a high place watching the magma break, he was holding a black stone plate in his arms, on the plate there was a very precise alchemy formation map engraved.

"The height is not enough."

The adjutant's clenching muscles protruded as he clearly saw that the lava flow under the fortress had begun to engulf the Imperial troops, screams of misery following one another.

"Not enough."

Adjutant Rona's gaze was somewhat menacing, just at this moment, a large number of Imperial soldiers were being devoured by the magma.

Informing these soldiers ahead of time could drastically reduce the number of deaths and injuries, if that was done there was a high chance that the plan would be exposed and that would only result in more deaths.

The screams of the soldiers being burned by the magma traveled far, not to mention those ordinary officers of the empire, even the tribal army on the fortress was stunned.

"Carlos the madman!"

Minotaur Amster's cheeks twitched, although he understood some of Carlos's ruthlessness, he didn't expect Carlos to be this ruthless, this was using the soldiers' lives to execute a plan.

Gollum...

The higher the lava surged, the more lava streams flowed down the slope, and the more deaths and injuries the Imperial Army suffered.

Soon, the tribal army on the fortress felt that searing heat of the lava, their whiskers and hair began to scorch, they began to fall back, if the lava surged up to the fortress, they would be dead.

Minotaur Amster didn't retreat, because he believed that no matter how crazy Carlos was, he wouldn't let the magma surge up to the fortress, after the magma solidified, it would produce hard rocks, if the magma surged up to the Black Earth Fortress, the tribal army would at most escape from the rocky slopes on the other side of the fortress, and there wouldn't be too many deaths and injuries.

If the magma solidifies above the Black Earth Fortress, not to mention the damage to the overall structure of the fortress, alone the later cleanup of the rock is a huge project, then the Black Earth Fortress is equal to a kilometer of waste, the tribal army will attack again from this weak point.

The same as the Minotaur Amster imagined, when the lava gushed to the level of the fortress, the Imperial Army rear adjutant Rona broke the slate in his hand.

With a snap, the slate shattered and the lava surging up under the fortress stopped in an instant.

There was a reason why Carlos didn't allow the magma to surge up to the fortress, the fact that the magma formed rocks that were difficult to clean up after it cooled down was on one hand, on the other hand, if you wanted to kill the horde army on the fortress, you didn't need to allow the magma to surge up at all, that would have spooked the snakes instead.

After the magma that was level with the fortress stood still, the Minotaur Amster on the fortress breathed a sigh of relief, which was the same as what he expected.

"Run!"

A rumor came from the side of the

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Came a finer shout, and the goblin inventor ran wildly toward the other side of the fortress on his two short legs, jumping behind the rocky slope built by the tribal party on the other side and continuing to flee.

At first, the goblin inventor thought that the alchemy formation within the magma was a 'hot and cold displacement alchemy formation', which was not the case.

Seeing this reaction of the Goblin Inventor, Minotaur Amster sweated.

"Retreat from the fortress."

As Minotaur Amster roared, he ran towards the rocky slope on the other side of the fortress, but unfortunately he was a bit slower.

The color of the magma that stopped gushing out began to change, from blazing red to blue-black, and a layer of ice crystals quickly climbed on the surface of the magma.

With such a drastic alternation of hot and cold, the magma slope that had already become semi-solid rapidly cracked.

Thumb!

Hot and cold touch, a large area of steam rises up, this is not ordinary water vapor, but superheated steam far beyond the critical point.

The steam filled the air, and with the westerly winds tonight, the large expanse of steam quickly wrapped the Black Earth Fortress, tonight was the weather Carlos wanted most.

"AHHH!!!"

Vocal screams came from the fortress as four 'dishes' appeared on the fortress, steamed orcs, steamed goblins, steamed dwarves, and steamed trolls.

The 30,000 tribal troops stationed at the fortress hissed in agony within the steam, the steam with horrible temperatures rotted and burned their skin, and once they breathed in, it would also erode their organs.

In just a few seconds, the fortress was dead silent, only a white blanket of steam, the fortress of the tribal army died out.

An aroma of meat drifted away, and some of the new recruits recruited by the Imperial Army began to dry-heave.

Silent, brutal, and horrifying, this was what the Black Earth Fortress looked like now.

"Blood will pay for blood, the fortress built by my old ancestors, the tribal mongrels will never want to take it away."

Carlos said these words word by word, this is Carlos, brave. Iron-blooded, more ferocious than anyone else at the critical moment, only such a person can hold down the border, those so-called heroes, cannot keep the tribe out of the fortress, there is no word despicable in the war, as long as you can kill all the enemy, despicable and what can be done? The dead will not say that the enemy is despicable, because they are dead and cannot speak.

The steam lasted for more than four hours before it began to thin out, and the sky began to dawn.

On the battlefield, Carlos said something else to the cloaked woman.

Meanwhile, Rona, the adjutant at the rear of the Imperial Army, ordered a regrouping of the troops, and the order was quickly communicated to the entire army.

In just a few minutes, more than 200,000 imperial troops had already regrouped in formation, the uncertainty in the eyes of the soldiers disappeared, and the resolute gaze made people wonder if they were the half-ruined stragglers who had been desperately trying to push their way backward a few hours ago.

Thousands of soldiers carrying large buckets of water in a neat formation ran quickly towards the Black Earth Fortress, when these thousands of soldiers rushed to the front of the solidified magma slope, they unclasped the thick buckets half a man high behind their backs, and poured the water inside down to the bottom of the slope.

Snort~

Water vapor rose, and the temperature of the slope gradually dropped after the water was poured on it, turning the surface into a grayish-black honeycomb.

Buckets of water were poured on, the temperature of the lava slope cooled rapidly, and several thousand people gradually advanced upwards to continue pouring water.

When the thousands of buckets of water were finished pouring, the magma slope was still a little hot to the feet, but it was already barely bearable.

Thud, thud, thud...

The sound of war drums came from the opposite side of the fortress, it was the tribal army gathering, both sides were separated by the fortress, only there were slopes on both sides of the fortress, one side was formed after the magma cooled down, and the other side was prepared by the tribal army in advance, this was to prevent the imperial army from recapturing the fortress again, and with this slope, the tribal army's difficulty in attacking the fortress would be reduced by a lot.

Although the Imperial Army did not recapture the fortress, it made a ramp that went straight to the top of the fortress.

In this way, the Black Earth Fortress was like a mountain, both sides could easily rush up to the fortress, now it was up to who could beat the other side back.

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