Imperial Crown

That was a death warrior belonging to the Death Hand Cult. His duty was to mingle among the skeleton army and take advantage of the chaos to harvest the enemy's officers and main force!

Sensing Judela's fierce momentum, the death warrior took out a short spear from his backpack, with gray-white undead fighting spirit wrapped around it. He spread his legs, twisted his shoulders and waist, and threw the short spear out with force!

The short spear wrapped in fighting spirit cut through the sky, leaving a gray trajectory. Judela's eyebrows jumped, and he held the flaming long sword in front of his eyes with both hands, then took a deep breath and blew hard!

The fighting spirit gushed out of his mouth, passed over the sword spine, and turned into a ball of flames like a curtain wall. Then he raised his wrists and slashed down suddenly. The wall of fire was pushed forward by the effect of the blazing smoke!

Second-level combat skills, blowing fire slash!

The bone short spear was instantly split in half, wrapped in flames and began to burn fiercely. The flame curtain wall passed by and immediately engulfed a group of skeleton soldiers, creating more than ten moving torches!

Boom——

The curtain wall fell down, and the death warrior drew out a huge bone sword to meet it. The gray dead spirit fighting spirit gushed out, and immediately broke the fire wall apart. Sparks splashed on him and ignited his clothes.

The dead spirit fighting spirit surged, tearing the clothes burning with flames, revealing a body that surprised Judra.

The skin was blue-gray like a dead person, covered with dry wrinkles, fangs protruded from the festering lips, the nose was almost rotten, leaving only a black hole, and there was nothing in the eye sockets, burning with light green flames!

That was not a living person, but a... rotten soul corpse! ?

The rotten soul corpse grinned, revealing a cruel smile, roared, and exerted force with his legs, causing a cloud of dust to explode on the ground. The dead spirit fighting spirit around him burned like a flame, and condensed into several hideous ghost phantoms around him, rushing straight to Judral.

Judral lowered his mouth, held the flaming sword in both hands, and rode up!

At this moment, the ghost phantom formed by the dead spirit fighting spirit suddenly changed its form, turning into Angel, Denise, and even his long-dead mother and wife!

They spoke in a flurry of meaningless and shrill sounds, but in Judral's ears, they were all heart-wrenching and harsh words.

"Waste!" "Coward!" "Poor creature!" "Coward!" "Waste!" "Worthy!" "Worthless!"

Judral's lips trembled violently, and all kinds of unbearable memories emerged in his mind. A severe headache broke out, as if someone had put a nail in his brain!

Half of his face was numb from the pain, and he lost feeling!

But Jude suddenly laughed, his left face was as stiff as a dead person, but his right face was laughing very happily!

"That's all? My life is much heavier than you think!!!"

With a manic roar, the flame on the long sword turned into dazzling white, and slashed at the throat of the rotten soul corpse with the speed of the horse!

The rotten soul corpse looked a little stunned. No living person had ever been able to resist his method, but this did not prevent him from immediately raising the giant sword to stop this attack.

Zeng——

The sword blade wrapped in blazing white flames passed over the white bone giant sword and the skinny throat, and the rotten soul corpse froze in place.

Just as Jude's warhorse passed by, the horse's tail swept across the face of the rotten soul corpse.

The giant sword in the rotten soul corpse's hand was split into two, and a wound appeared, separating half of his head and one shoulder from his body and falling to the ground.

The next moment, the blazing white flames burned fiercely, engulfing the body that should have died long ago.

Turning back to his warhorse, Judra slowly approached his own army formation. His headache gradually subsided, giving him some leisure to observe the situation on the battlefield.

Bones, bones everywhere.

Viscount John was still fighting with the Plague Colossus. One had been completely frozen and smashed to pieces, and another had its leg bones broken, lying on the ground, splashing pieces of smoke and dust.

Further away, in the direction of the main camp, it was almost impossible to distinguish the boundaries between the skeleton soldiers and the nobles. They were all mixed together, and even the camp was full of skeletons. This was the consequence of not being able to organize the formation in time.

But at least the nobles' battle flags were still flying.

At this moment, a trace of doubt rose from Heleti's heart-where did Raven go?

This damn guy should have stayed with him, but as soon as the battle started, he ran away with his personal soldiers.

Looking around, he finally saw Raven's battle flag in a long distance-it was already behind the Death Hand army, and it was even moving towards the army!

Front and back attack?

If Raven had 500, or even half of them, or 200 cavalrymen, this kind of penetration would be effective, but he only had more than 30 men, and he dared to go deep into the enemy camp, which was tantamount to seeking death!

Raven certainly would not seek death. At this moment, he was leading his own soldiers, using the Eye of Truth, and waved his hand to order at a position:

"Eric, charge!"

Eric, who was covered in plate armor, served as a forward, and his whole body was surrounded by iron fighting spirit, which also strengthened the vest of the warhorse under his crotch.

The twice-enhanced "Claw Yellow Flying Lightning" reflected its excellent physical fitness. Eric himself weighed more than 100 kilograms, and the enchanted plate armor on his body was more than 40 kilograms. The weight of the vest was no less than 50 kilograms. The total weight of 200 kilograms, after being strengthened by iron fighting spirit, was no less than 300 kilograms in an instant. Not to mention ordinary war horses, even a semi-demonized warhorse that had only been strengthened once could not run fast.

But the "Yellow Claw Flying Lightning" is different. It can still walk briskly even with such a heavy load, and its charging speed is no less than 15 meters per second. The bowl-sized iron hoof is galloping, like a bulldozer, trampling any skeletons that dare to block it into powder!

A necromancer who was secretly controlling the undead creatures and preparing to cast a spell heard the noise, raised his head, and was stunned!

Whose general is this?

How did he rush in? !

How did he find me! ?

The necromancer waved the bone staff, and a black skull shadow crashed into Eric.

First-level necromancy magic, heart of fear.

But when the skeleton crashed into Eric, it activated a bright yellow light, and then suddenly disintegrated, without any effect.

Blessing? ! There is a priest? How could there be a priest! ?

This was the last thought of the necromancer.

Eric raised his sword and cut open his head.

A crow suddenly swooped down, took out an emblem from his body, and flew high again.

At the same time, the surrounding undead creatures came to a standstill, some stood there in a daze, and some began to wander aimlessly, allowing Raven and his party to circle around and rush out of the sea of ​​skeletons without any hindrance.

"Baron, you have a good eye!" Eric praised sincerely, and then looked at Lux: "And your magic is really helpful!"

Lux nodded gently.

The crow landed on his shoulder, and Raven took the emblem from its mouth and put it into his belt: "Don't stop, keep moving."

With the help of the Eye of Truth, he could clearly distinguish the position of the necromancers in the Death Hand army, and therefore organized several successful assaults and obtained four emblems belonging to the priests of the Death Hand Cult.

These emblems are enough to prove his military exploits.

Although four priests were killed, it was a drop in the bucket for the situation.

There were 100,000 skeleton soldiers, among which there were nearly 100 necromancers, many of whom were in quite deep positions, and Raven did not dare to approach at all.

"Where did the Death Hand Cult find so many magicians!?" Raven muttered in his heart.

"Baron, that's not a necromancer." Margaret's voice sounded in Raven's heart: "Necromancers can evoke the dead, but the number they can control at the same time is quite limited, so they will divide a part of their souls and put it on others."

"This will give people the false impression that they are also magicians. In fact, they are just more advanced puppets. The spells they can release are quite limited, and they cannot increase magic power. Their biggest role is to help necromancers and control their undead army."

"This kind of person can only be called a 'herder'."

"If I'm not mistaken, there should be no more than five real necromancers in this undead army."

These words solved many doubts in Raven's heart.

No wonder even after killing a few people, the undead soldiers would quickly regroup. It was obvious that other "herders" had taken over the work of the dead guys.

Five necromancers are not a small number, but without such strength, how could the Hand of Death sweep across half of the Nord Province in such a short time?

Raven thought and asked in his heart: "Then... if I kill enough "herders", can I disintegrate this army?"

"...It's difficult." Margaret seemed to swallow a swear word: "Baron, the undead creatures are naturally hostile to the living. Even if you kill all the herders, they will still hunt the living by instinct."

"Moreover, every soul fragment of the necromancer is their eyes. I suggest you stop when you are ahead, otherwise, you may be targeted by the other party."

Raven followed the advice.

Now that he has gained the benefits, it is time to leave.

"Follow me!" With an order, Raven rode his horse around the edge of the undead army and advanced towards the battlefield in the direction of Xuefeng County.

Rushing back to Jude, Raven asked, "How is the battle going?"

Jude looked at the soldiers behind Raven with a complicated expression.

Previously, Raven had repeatedly interspersed in the sea of ​​skeletons, but none of these soldiers died.

You know, even if he formed a formation to defend, he lost more than 20 people!

"It can still be maintained." Jude said in a hoarse voice: "But if we can't find the location of the opponent's necromancer... we can't win!"

Raven was silent. He did have this ability, but he didn't intend to expose it in front of others.

It's a good thing to have value, but if there is only value but no cost, people will use it to death.

Raven didn't want to die.

Just then, a noisy noise came from the direction of the main camp, which immediately attracted Raven's attention. He turned his head and looked, and his face suddenly became very exciting.

The nobles of the main camp, who were originally caught in a chaotic battle, suddenly burst out with courage from nowhere. Under the leadership of the third-level light warrior and Viscount Ximan, they launched a counterattack, not only connecting with Viscount Morgan's army, but also advancing towards the enemy's central army!

Did I misjudge this group of nobles before? They were not there leisurely, but deliberately showed weakness to the enemy and took the initiative to seek a decisive battle here! ?

However, in the next moment, another giant plague statue rose from the ground, threw more than a dozen soldiers away, and swept across with its thick arms, grabbing a fat figure in its hands!

It was Viscount Morgan!

Raven's eyes suddenly widened, and he could clearly hear Judra's gasp.

The Plague Colossus's thick fingers closed inward, and Viscount Morgan's internal organs and flesh and blood were scattered all over the ground, and his armor fell to the ground like a shrunken blood orange!

"Fuck!"

"Fuck!"

Raven and Judra cursed at the same time!

It turned out that the coalition forces did not suddenly stand up, but had a last gasp, and wanted to rescue Morgan who was dying!

If Morgan died quietly, the battle could still be fought.

Now that he died so tragically, it was like setting off a big firework with his own life!

This firework directly blew up the morale of the coalition forces!

In just a moment, the originally stable front began to collapse.

Most soldiers didn't know that Morgan was just an embroidered pillow. They had only one thought in their minds-the heroes of the Nord Province were dead, how could we be opponents?

Fear spread like a plague.

The coalition forces completely lost order and began to flee for their lives. At this time, anyone who blocked them was their enemy, even their comrades who did not run fast enough!

Even far away from the camp, Judra's soldiers began to waver. Kate and Romney on the other side had already begun to organize people to retreat!

"It's over, it's all over!" Judra threw his gloves on the ground angrily: "Damn Morgan, you deserve to die a thousand times, ten thousand times!"

Realizing that he was too ungraceful to do this, Judra took a deep breath, calmed down, and said loudly: "Raven, let's go together!"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he was surprised to find that Raven had already driven his mount.

But it was not backward, but forward!

The coalition forces fled, and the undead chased them, like an unstoppable wave.

But Raven chose to go upstream!

Judela's pupils trembled, and he chopped down several skeleton soldiers with his sword. He rode forward and grabbed Raven's reins: "What are you going to do?"

He didn't care about Raven's life or death, but he cared about the combat effectiveness of Raven's men. If Raven went, his losses would be much more serious!

Raven said: "Viscount John is still there, I want to pick him up."

"Don't worry about that old guy, didn't he return the town of Shining Gold to you a long time ago?!" Judela shouted loudly: "He wanted to be the vanguard himself, and he also said that if something happened, he would be the last! What's the difference between you rushing over like this and committing suicide!?"

Raven looked at Judela with a trace of contempt in his eyes: "Let go."

This contempt deeply hurt Judela's heart, but his hand did not loosen: "Give me a reason!"

Raven snorted coldly: "A real man has his own way and his own way. You Westerners will never understand it in your life."

"Let go!"

As if it was hot, Judela loosened the reins.

Raven urged the warhorse and rushed into the torrent of bones with his personal soldiers!

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