Foreign female military division: the marshal's little favorite wife

The necromancer Farmar trembled suddenly when he heard the words, his legs softened and he knelt down on the ground, pissing in his crotch disappointingly.

Hey, why have I been so unlucky these days, I was almost treated as a black bone dragon's snack by Christopher a few days ago, and now I'm about to be chopped down by the tauren commander, my God, why am I so unlucky ...

If it weren't for Christopher's trouble, the energy of the Corrupted Soul would have been fully charged by now, and it might have taken down Fortress Dirk long ago, and now it has gone home happily.

The shaman next to the tauren commander heard the words and quickly jumped out and shouted: "Don't do anything, commander, the noble necromancer is right, the most important thing for us now is to ensure that the magic weapon is fully charged. Retreating for a while will help the war situation develop in a direction that is beneficial to us."

The commander said: "Mom, so you are going to help him? Come, let me kill this necromancer first."

The shaman shouted: "Don't cut it down, Master Commander, you've been fighting for days and you're tired, come here, and bring the Commander down to me."

A few people rushed up and held down the tauren commander. The tauren commander was held down, and suddenly became angry. He raised his big wooden stick and knocked down a guard who came to attack him. He rushed up and used the "Earth Crack" combat skill, the guard was already turned into meat sauce before he could shout.

The shaman saw that the tauren leader was going crazy, so he quickly took out his staff, chanted a spell, made the tauren leader fall into a coma, and then ordered someone to carry him down.

The shaman walked up to the necromancer dark mage, pulled up those mages whose legs were weak from fright, said a lot of good things, and repeatedly praised the necromancer's opinion for being correct, and then pushed the bull's head behind his back. After the leader's IQ dropped, the emotions of those undead dark mages finally calmed down.

The shaman had the undead dark mage unleash the dark skull before ordering the artifact, the Corroding Pain, to be moved to safety behind.

After finishing all this work, the relieved shaman rushed to the front line without stopping. Hey, it is really difficult to be a subordinate these days. He has higher IQ and ability than the leader, but he still cannot show it.Otherwise, the leader will see you as capable and always feel that keeping you is a future problem, and your life will be difficult.But you have to get things done again, and you can't make mistakes.Otherwise, if something goes wrong, the leader must be right. If there is something wrong, it must be because the execution ability of the subordinates who are working is not strong, and they have not understood the spirit of the leader. It's okay, and if there is something to do, it's naturally Xiao Luoluo who is working.

The shaman hurried back to the front line, hey, in this world, you have to get things done, and you have to give the leader enough face, so he can't let him down, this is the fate of the subordinates.

After the shaman arrived at the front line, he saw that the dark mage of the undead tribe had already started working. Following the incomprehensible spells spoken by the undead mage, the dark skeletons were like bubbles popping up in a sewage pool, constantly Get up off the ground.

"Evil souls in the blood pool, you will be cursed for eternity, even if you sacrifice your souls to the evil king, your souls can only be attached to the dark bones of the dark skull, and you will not be reborn forever, stand up Come on, evil souls in the dark hell..."