From Baron's Second Son to Dragon Rider

A few days later, the sun shone on the land of Baldur's Gate, and a neat and majestic army was marching with firm steps towards the place where the undead appeared as marked in the letter.

After a period of marching, they finally arrived at their destination.

However, along the way, let alone the undead, they didn't even see a bone.

"This place... Why don't I see anything? Where are the undead?!"

The leader of the Red Iron Fist Mercenary Group said loudly, and rubbed his nose curiously.

This burly and muscular leader was the only one among all the soldiers present who had reached the Saint Realm.

Moreover, he also changed his job to become an Iron Wall Warrior, a powerful profession in the warrior profession that focuses on defense and physique.

However, as a warrior, he was not good at the meticulous work of searching for undead.

After a brief thought, he turned around and shouted to a group of special people dressed strangely behind him:

"Everyone, it's time for you to play a role!"

It turned out that these people were priests he specially invited from the Temple of Light.

Hearing the call from the leader, those people wearing white priest robes nodded one after another. As servants of light, it was their mission to expel the undead.

Then, the priests came forward in an orderly manner, holding the scepters that symbolized the power of light in their hands.

With the sound of the slight wind, they began to chant the mysterious and ancient spells in a low voice.

Although divine arts are essentially performed with the help of the powerful power of gods, the link of "chanting spells" is an indispensable step.

However, the spells chanted by the mages are to mobilize the power of the magic net of the goddess of magic, Mistra, while the spells in the mouths of the priests are more like a devout way of praying to the God of Light.

For a while, the air was filled with a solemn atmosphere, as if the whole world was quietly listening to the prayers of the priests.

The low and rhythmic spell, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, gradually gathered into a dazzling light, illuminating the originally silent land...

"There is indeed the breath of the undead, in that direction!"

The person who spoke had a solemn face, his eyes fixed on the forest in the distance.

The companion beside him nodded slightly, expressing his agreement:

"If my estimate is correct, there should be a necromancer who has mastered the breath shielding technique among these undead."

"But in my opinion, his own strength will not be too strong, and he can only reach the diamond level. Don't worry."

Hearing the judgment of the priests, the soldiers on the side breathed a sigh of relief.

Usually, the undead that the necromancer can control will never exceed his own strength.

Moreover, the person who made these judgments is a priest from the Church of Light.

You know, the Church of Light is proficient in many fields, not only can it treat diseases and save lives, but also cast various magical healing spells to make the wounded recover as before.

If they encounter difficulties, they can even communicate with the gods through divination and prayer to obtain guidance and strength.

However, what they are best at is stepping on demons and punching the undead.

After all, the power of light is the biggest enemy of the undead, and there is no other power in the world that can be compared with it.

Whenever the power of light descends, the originally gloomy and terrifying undead will melt away in an instant like ice and snow exposed to the scorching sun, without any ability to fight back.

Therefore, facing the possible threat of undead in front of them, these priests from the Holy See of Light have no fear in their hearts, but are full of high morale and the belief that they must win.

Of course, it is also very likely that their firm belief in their hearts has given them the courage to move forward.

"Let's go, let's go over there!"

After listening to the priest's incisive analysis, the commander of this battle made a prompt decision and led the army towards the forest without hesitation.

When they stepped into the forest, the surrounding environment instantly became a little cramped and crowded.

It turns out that the trees in this forest are not only extremely thick, but also have lush branches and leaves on top, like a huge green umbrella intertwined together, tightly blocking most of the sunlight falling from the sky.

"Captain, I always feel..."

A soldier in chain mail walked at the end of the team, looking around vigilantly.

For some reason, he always felt a chill on the back of his head, as if a pair of invisible eyes were hiding in the dark and peeping at him.

However, when he turned his head suddenly to check, he did not find any trace of the enemy.

Just as he was about to report the situation to the captain in front of him, suddenly, a strong and strange force tightly grabbed his legs and quickly dragged him down.

"This is..."

The soldier lowered his head in horror, only to see a hideous monster with sharp claws biting his leg tightly, and the sharp fangs were deeply embedded in his flesh, and blood immediately flowed out like a spring.

"Ah!! It's a ghoul!!"

"Damn it! Enemy attack!!"

At the same time, this scene was happening in various parts of the forest. A large number of soldiers were caught off guard by the sudden enemy, and many soldiers were injured after just a face-to-face encounter with the enemy.

And the claws of the ghoul are poisonous.

If it is not dealt with for a long time, it will also cause life-threatening danger.

"Asshole!"

The leader of the Saint Realm shouted, his eyes wide open, obviously completely enraged.

Just as he was about to make a move, a black shadow rushed over like lightning, and then, an extremely thick iron hammer wrapped in a sharp wind, smashed towards his face with the force of thunder.

"Not good!"

The leader secretly said in his heart that it was not good. In the critical situation, he had no time to think about it, and instantly used the strongest defense skill he could master at present-Iron Wall.

He crossed his arms in front of his chest, his muscles were tense, and his veins were bulging, as if he had turned into an indestructible shield.

At the same time, he muttered something in his mouth, and a layer of faint golden light quickly covered the surface of his body, forming a solid protective barrier.

However, even so, when the iron hammer collided with his arms, there was only a muffled "puff" sound, and the two arms of the regiment leader were smashed to pieces in an instant like fragile branches, with blood and flesh flying everywhere.

The huge impact force caused him to fly back dozens of meters and fall heavily to the ground.

Not only that, even the head that was originally protected behind him was affected, with an obvious dent, and blood flowing down his forehead, looking very miserable.

"Oh? Interesting, it turns out that he is a shield warrior of the Holy Domain level. No wonder he can withstand my hammer and not die."

With a low laugh, a tall middle-aged man slowly walked out of the shadows.

This person is Catheric, and he exudes a powerful breath that makes people palpitate.

"Legend...Legend!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his neck was ruthlessly broken by Catheric.

"A sanctuary-level shield warrior might be able to create a good undead."

As soon as Keseric finished speaking, a large amount of dark green magic slowly seeped out from the ground and began to transform this unit into undead.