Duke of Grief

The undead monster raised the butcher's knife with the other hand and cut off the enemy indifferently.

Its right hand was broken, and only the stubble of the stubble was swayed with flesh, but it did not change his emotions at all, but just picked up the sword that fell to the ground and slashed towards his enemy.

This situation is everywhere in this battlefield. It is not alone. The whole army is like this!

Undaunted by death, brave and good at fighting, even if he cut off most of his head, he can still fight. Coupled with the caster to assist the siege, it is no wonder that the nobles have not been able to support it for a long time.

Howell laughed and collided with the werewolf in front of him. The shield on his left hand slammed against the werewolf's arms. The pupils in his eyes seemed to be squeezed together by the muscles twisted by the smile and forced. The werewolf retreated.

At this time, he suddenly withdrew a large distance, so that the werewolf had no support, and the body lost its balance, and could not help staggering forward.

Howell's eyes narrowed, his left arm bent, and then suddenly popped up, the shield blasted the werewolf's head as a meteor rushed to the moon.

However, the werewolf suddenly landed on all fours and jumped flexibly to the side. The hair on the body grew frantically, and there was a loud noise between the bones. The muscles also expanded, and the armor mechanism was propped up-turned into a giant Wolf'.

When the shield swept through the air, Howell remembered that the enemy he was facing was a werewolf, and it still looked like a more powerful werewolf...it is estimated to be the head or deputy of the "Night of the Night Army". long?

The giant wolf crawled on the ground, a low roar came from his throat, his head was staring at the enemy, and he moved slightly, as if looking for a suitable attacking time.

Howell smiled, but in fact, his back was soaked with cold sweat, gently shaking the flail of his right hand, always keeping a certain distance and facing direction with the giant wolf.

Warlock Eisen was dragged down by a vampire, and it was impossible to help him, and those who were alive and dead were useless. It might be okay to deal with mortals, but if they deal with extraordinary people, they are just a group of arbitrary slaughter. Lamb.

On the battlefield, the Legion of the Living Dead hit the coast like waves, hitting the heavy shields of the soldiers.

These local aristocrats’ private soldiers gasped behind the heavy shield, a drop of sweat oozing from their foreheads, straining the muscles of the whole body in fright, so they blocked the first of the Legion of the Living Dead. A wave of shock.

The Legion of Dark Night had dealt with these soldiers before they collided with these soldiers. The final conclusion was that they were very tricky!

They have the characteristics of an undead and are not afraid of the plague, so they may have been cultivated as the source of the spread of the plague. Although they don't know whether they can spread through water and air, they can certainly spread through'contact'.

The infectivity and intensity of this plague is very scary, even after the werewolf was bitten, it inevitably showed signs of increased body temperature and weak body.

In general, extraordinary races such as werewolves are unlikely to be infected with plague. They are very resistant to plague. In addition to deadly plagues such as undead plague, they are extremely difficult to contract.

But until now, the infected werewolves still have high fevers and have to stay in the towns behind to recuperate.

Noble private soldiers only need to withstand the attacks of the living dead. With their courage, it is estimated that they dare not attack the living dead. Hiding behind the heavy shield, staring at the shield has exhausted all their courage. .

The soldiers of the Dark Legion standing behind the heavy shield crossed the protection of the heavy shield in time and jumped from the sky to the bodies of the living dead.

Only in this jump, the bones and bones of those living dead were broken, their knees could no longer support the body, and they fell to the ground.

Their spine and sternum are broken, but this is not enough to let them die completely!

More living dead are coming in their direction, blood races and werewolves have no hesitation, smashed the huge heads, and they have turned their heads to deal with other living dead after the cold "blood" spurt out .

"Mage, hurry, cast magic!"

Across the distance, the mages employed by the local lord recite jerky mantras. A number of times, the mantras were unsuccessful in casting spells, and there was a lot of sweat.

The poor and powerful mages may also be one of the main reasons why the three territories on the border were quickly captured. If their performance can be better, then the three territories may still be able to support until the arrival of support.

However, no matter how the soldiers of the Night Legion slander, things have already happened, and what has happened cannot be undone.

In order to prevent themselves from being infected with the plague, the wolf men put on claw sleeves, and tried to avoid the spray of blood splashing on themselves.

The spells of the plastic energy system fell into the army of the living dead, and they only slightly limited their ability to move. They were transformed by the arcane empire and possessed most of the characteristics of the undead. Even if they are like now, they It will never die.

Facelessly, the Legion of Living Dead approached step by step. The soldiers who were not afraid of life and death raised their arms numbly and attacked blindly.

Most of their weapons fell into the empty space, and very few were cut on the heavy shield, but only left a light score on it, but they were all attacked by the blood and the werewolf.

The flesh and blood were torn, the bones were shattered, they fell to the ground, they fell back on their companions, but they did not give up to attack again.

They have been transformed by Arcanist, and after that, they are no longer a pure'living creature'. Nowadays, they are just tools that only know how to follow orders and become a piece of Arcane Empire. arms.

There is no “miracle” in this world. Unless it is the arcanist’s mistakes in making the living dead, they cannot wake up autonomously, nor can they rebel against the arcane empire—even if it is possible to be awakened by others. Very little.

After the war more than 800 years ago, the arcanists knew very well that other people couldn't rely on it. The surrender was only temporary and superficial, and sooner or later they would betray.

There was no roar, no roar, and the living dead went to death one after another, and even the corpse had built a'guard rail' for the heavy shield soldiers on the front, and still did not stop.

The silent fear was frightening. The eyes of the private soldiers crossed the gap of the shield and fell on the living dead. They swallowed hard and drunk. Somehow, the heart accelerated and the tension was spreading in the position. .

The blood and wolves of the Black Night Corps walked breathlessly on the edge of the battlefield. Those living and dead people ignored them at all and took steady steps to continue to impact the positions of the private soldiers.

There seemed to be nothing to stop them, and the silent and moving army of living dead brought silent panic.

They are not many in number, only a few thousand, and after two wars, they are almost exhausted.

But I don't know why ~www.NovelMTL.com~ An ominous hunch filled their hearts-the army of the Arcane Empire should not be so weak!

At this moment, a blood race suddenly noticed that there was a less obvious'grey line' on the horizon.

Howell waved his shield, shot the werewolf away, grinned, and took a breath before he could catch a breath.

"Cough cough cough..." Howell coughed without breathing.

But there was still a smile on his face, because after a long time, the resurrected dead should have arrived!

"Undead!!!"

There was a scream suddenly resounding over the battlefield, and the blood race squinted, and then suddenly panicked.

At this time, his mind was blank, and he finally knew why the army of the Arcane Empire was so weak, because they were not used for'frontal combat' from the beginning!

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