Imperial Crown

The shouts of two thousand people overlapped and resounded across most of the battlefield. After them, the nobles who had already assembled their private soldiers did not hesitate and rushed up immediately!

There were more than 100,000 units fighting on both sides. In this kind of battlefield, tactics no longer made any sense. From the beginning, it was a decisive battle!

Whoosh——

The skeleton archers pulled the bowstrings, and the bone arrows soared into the air, covering the sky and the sun, and then fell like a rain curtain!

This rain of arrows fell into the coalition formation, many of which were blocked by chain mail, but a considerable number of them bypassed the shields and nailed the poorly equipped serfs to the ground. Amid the screams, blood was splashed!

The soldiers of the coalition began to fight back with crossbows under the orders of the nobles, but the number was far less than that of the other side, and it was difficult to hit the vital points, so the effect was minimal!

After three rounds of arrow rain, Viscount Morgan's army finally collided with the skeletons.

Six hundred heavily armored infantrymen rushed into the sea of ​​skeleton soldiers almost without any hindrance. They were strong and well-armored. Every swing of their heavy weapons could break a skeleton apart. Their heavy footsteps followed and crushed the bones on the ground.

In just one encounter, at least three hundred skeleton soldiers were crushed!

This scene immediately attracted the attention of a necromancer hidden in the undead army. He was wearing a black robe with four golden skulls embroidered on his lapels, symbolizing his identity as a "death sacrifice".

This man was called Fedilan, a fourth-level necromancer and the real commander of this army. More than half of the 100,000 undead were created by him.

"'Heavy Hammer' Morgan." He chanted in a hoarse voice: "As expected of a hero back then, the troops are still so strong."

"Just in time to replenish the cult!"

His withered arms waved the bone staff, and gray undead auras flowed out from his robe. The ground beneath his feet cracked, outlining a complex magic circle, and chants like the whispers of the dead murmured from his mouth.

The gray-white undead aura lingered around him, like a whirlwind, and like a ghost haunting him. As the chanting process condensed at the tip of the staff, it gradually turned into a thick dark cloud. As it rolled, twisted faces kept flowing through it, and bursts of crying and wailing began to sound in the air.

After the spell was chanted, he waved the staff with both hands, and the dark cloud turned into a gust of wind!

The gale brought with it the cold breath of death, blowing away the snow on the ground and enveloping the nearly 100 heavily armored elites of Viscount Morgan in the first two rows.

The wind blew and stopped, as if nothing had happened.

But the soldiers found that the skeletons in front of them suddenly bypassed them and walked behind them.

A heavily armored soldier was confused, but years of training made him swing the heavy hammer in his hand immediately, trying to smash the head of the skeleton soldier in front of him!

But with a pop, a sticky feeling came, and the huge hammer fell to the ground with a thud.

He looked down and saw that the skin on his hands had been torn off along with the flesh and blood. On the bones, he could see the broken blood vessels spurting blood.

But he didn't feel any pain at all!

"Ah--"

A terrified scream burst out of his mouth, and the sound stopped immediately, replaced by a burst of puffing sounds.

It was as if a bomb was placed in his body, and the flesh and blood suddenly splattered and overflowed from the gaps in the armor.

Not only him, every soldier blown by the wind had the same horrible experience. Between the spraying of flesh and blood, a scarlet fog rose on the ground!

This horrible and bloody scene made the soldiers' faces turn pale. It was simply a scene that would only appear in nightmares!

But this was not the end of the nightmare, but just the beginning!

Because those soldiers who were screaming and gushing blood and flesh had slowly turned back to their bodies, with gray soul fire burning in their pupils. With the sound of bones rubbing against each other, they stiffly picked up the weapons on the ground and joined the team of the undead!

This is the fourth-level necromancy magic, flesh and blood extraction!

Morgan's fat cheeks trembled.

The surging skeletons soon overwhelmed Viscount Morgan's troops.

At the same time, Viscount John had also begun fighting with the undead!

Unlike Viscount Morgan, he rode the second-level magic beast "Electric Horn Silver Eye Horse", wielded the family-inherited "Snow Maple" spear, and rushed in first!

The electric-horned silver-eyed horse was wrapped in white electric light. It charged headfirst, knocking away every bone it collided with. The flowing electric light penetrated through the bones into the skulls of the undead, blasting away the gray flames in them. In just a few seconds, more than a dozen skeletons died under its feet.

Viscount John himself showed the majesty that a fourth-level extraordinary person should have. The azure blue ice fighting spirit with a bright light flowed into the gun body along his arm, wrapping the spear with a layer of streamer light like a galaxy.

He held the gun handle with his right hand and moved the gun tail with his left hand, drawing a perfect arc. The crescent-shaped ice blue fighting spirit gushed out and turned into a silver ice blade!

Wherever it passed, layers of ice flowers condensed in the already very cold air, and bursts of freezing sounds burst out. All the undead who touched the ice flowers froze instantly, and even the soul fire in their heads stopped burning!

The icy blades followed, and the skeleton soldiers' bones and weapons cracked and shattered, emitting bursts of deadly white smoke!

Then, six death knights broke through their own team and rushed towards John. There was no expression on their faces made of pure bones, but the gray-white undead fighting spirit unique to undead creatures had begun to flow out from their bodies!

Viscount John held his spear tightly and stared at their movements. These second-level undead creatures were not a threat to him. If the other party's commander was not an idiot, he should not waste them on himself!

His premonition was right. At this moment, another necromancer hidden in the undead army was holding a bone staff and chanting a spell in a low voice.

Just when the six bone knights rushed to Viscount John, they suddenly collapsed with their horses, and hundreds of skeleton soldiers within dozens of meters around them also turned into scattered bones at the same time!

The green, white, and gray soul fires intertwined like a swarm of bees, and the colors became darker and thicker. A storm suddenly blew up, rolling up the bones on the ground, colliding and crushing each other!

Viscount John instinctively sensed something was wrong, his fighting spirit surged wildly, the ice element merged with the fighting spirit, as if a ball of blue ink condensed on the tip of the spear, he waved his spear to draw an X in the air, and then hit the center!

Whoosh——

The X-shaped azure blue frost flew forward, and ice crystals continued to extend and spread on it, like a snowflake that was magnified tens of thousands of times and was gradually taking shape, and then rushed into the bone storm and disappeared!

The next moment, a bright ice-blue light suddenly burst out from the center of the storm and soared into the sky!

The biting cold swept over, and the storm that was originally spinning wildly suddenly solidified, and then layers of ice crystals grew from the inside out.

This bone storm, which was tens of meters thick, was completely frozen, like a strange sculpture with a unique and cruel beauty. Even the details of the airflow changes were completely recorded by the ice!

Bang——

Viscount John swung his spear and whipped the solidified bone storm. With a bang, cracks appeared on the surface of the storm like a fortress, and then it collapsed and collapsed!

The splashing ice and bones were even stronger than the crossbow, and they crashed into the group of bones, splashing more broken bones!

This attack almost cleared the skeletons around Viscount John and the dozens of meters in front of him.

However, the army of the Hand of Death did not seem to decrease. The skeletons stepped on the creaking footsteps and silently blocked the holes that had just been opened.

And at this gap, several groups of bone storms had already blown up not far away, and they had subsided!

Under the subsided storm, there were bone giants!

These giants were five meters tall, with crystal white bones like gems, holding thick bone sticks in their hands, and dark green flames burning in their eye sockets!

If Margaret was here, she could recognize them at a glance.

This is a creation of the third-level necromancy magic. It is temporarily constructed by extracting the soul fire of hundreds or thousands of undead creatures. Although it can only last for two hours at most and is only second-level, its actual combat power is not inferior to that of the third-level extraordinary due to its terrifying physique and strength.

Third-level necromancy magic - Plague Colossus!

In the distance, in the sea of ​​the dead, the necromancer who used this magic showed a cruel smile on his face, waving his staff, and gave orders to the five Plague Colossi in his mind:

Kill John!

"Your soul will be the best sacrifice to my Lord!"

The five Plague Colossi rushed towards John with heavy steps, and bones flew everywhere they passed. Once any living person entered the range of 30 meters around them, they would show an extremely terrified expression.

Some stood still and were harvested without resistance, while others screamed and ran around here and there, either disrupting their own formation or rushing into the pile of bones and killing themselves in vain.

This is the aura of fear that comes with the Plague Colossus!

Viscount John also sensed the intention of these undead creatures, and with a hint of pride on his face, he not only did not retreat, but instead rode forward, ready to fight these terrifying monsters alone!

Judela also saw this scene, but he was not distracted for too long. The long sword with the flame enchantment in his hand suddenly spit out a tongue of fire, and swung the sword horizontally, instantly cutting the two approaching first-level skeletons into four sections, and the flames spread, quickly engulfing them!

"Circle formation!" Judela shouted loudly: "Aim and then attack, keep your hands and feet steady!"

His choice was extremely correct. Facing this vast sea of ​​skeletons, unless he had the proud strength of Viscount John, he would definitely be submerged in it.

So he chose to gather troops to form a circle formation. Ordinary skeleton soldiers were relatively slow and not particularly strong, and even serfs could fight with them for a few moves.

The sword and shield soldiers were in front, and the spearmen were in the back. The former focused on defense, while the latter aimed at the heads of the skeleton soldiers and stabbed them, drowning the soul fires very efficiently.

With Viscount John in front, all he had to do was to help John stabilize the flank and prevent other enemies from disturbing him!

A scream sounded beside him, and Judela's eyebrows trembled slightly. He saw that one of his personal soldiers had a bone spear stuck in his chest, and blood was gushing out of his mouth. Obviously, there was no possibility of survival.

Slightly adjusting the direction of the mount, Judela looked over the skeletons in the front row and keenly caught a lively figure that did not look like a dead spirit among the skeletons. It was that guy who had just attacked and killed his personal soldier!

"Hold the formation!" Judela ordered loudly, and then urged the warhorse violently, the fiery red fighting spirit surged out and covered the whole body, crashed into the sea of ​​skeletons, and rushed straight to the agile figure.

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