Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 210: The Noble Phantasm Against Dad

This is not Farkas' first time on the battlefield.

Although the Split Toe Clan is only a small tribe with a few thousand people, including many slaves and civilians, it is not a soft persimmon that can be pinched by anyone.

In addition to occasionally raiding the southern border of the Yankees and the northern cities of the dwarves, they usually deal with other clans.

But he had never fought such a frustrating battle.

He had experienced deeper despair before, but this was the first time that it was so unexpected.

Although the destruction of the magic network allows them to invade this restricted area without restraint.

However, in order to avoid being settled by the Velitas people in the future, they planned to make a quick decision during this trip.

Therefore, both the riders and the flying dragons went into battle lightly, with almost no armor.

After all, in their opinion, even if the arrows of those country bumpkins could withstand the wind pressure from the flying dragon's fan and shoot to the sky, they would not be able to penetrate the thick skin of the flying dragon.

As for elf archery and dwarf firearms...

These are not within their scope of consideration.

The Four-Nation Pact is not for nothing.

If those mages can be strict with them, they will naturally be strict with others.

however……

What did he encounter?

Someone shot an arrow from the ground, flew hundreds of meters upward, and then shot through the hardest skull of the flying dragon?

And the hundreds of arrows that followed were all covered with green wind patterns.

Damn it, did the elves occupy this place before them?

What's even worse is that he also heard the sound of muskets...

Even the smoke from the bombs thrown at the mage tower had not completely dispersed, but the battlefield was already enveloped by even more crazy sounds.

It was the scream of the flying dragon, the abuse and loud shouting of the Zanluo people.

As a Zanluo with thin beast blood, Farkas can control his emotions very well.

But those compatriots were different.

They were crazy with anger, and their bodies were filled with bloody flames, as were the mounts under their crotches.

The blood-soaked rider's reactions, strength, and endurance have all been horribly improved.

But the cost is burning your sanity.

They rushed towards the source of the arrows desperately, controlling their mounts to perform various difficult flying movements in the air.

Normally that would be enough to shake a recruit's brains, but now it's handy.

They roared and approached their opponents, throwing bomb canisters into the woods.

However, the tragic scene imagined did not appear.

The arrow shot out as if it had been waiting for a long time, and accurately shot all the cans in the air.

One after another, magnificent fireworks lit up, and heat waves burned the air.

Farkas felt an intense trance.

It was as if I was living in a dream rather than invading the McCalla Mountains.

escape.

must escape!

The clan leader misjudged this battle, and the enemy knew everything about them!

He immediately raised his altitude and distanced himself from the fanatical atmosphere.

There were fewer and fewer people around. The howling north wind blew across my cheeks, and cold sweat dried on my face instantly.

Farkas just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw a flying dragon staggering towards him.

It was injured and flapped its wings with difficulty.

It is obviously a dream to fly back to the plateau in such a state.

On its back is one of the three predators participating in this battle, Lord Carrick.

He also seemed injured.

"come here!"

Carrick stood up from the dragon's back.

He has a pair of cold snake eyes, his head is narrower and longer than ordinary people, and there are light blue scales on his neck.

An illusory figure that was as cold as him loomed behind him, casting the same cold gaze at him.

This is an ancestral warrior.

The ancestral spirit behind him not only increases his strength, but can also temporarily leave his body to join the battle.

At such a close distance, Farkas did not dare to disobey even if the opponent had no weapons in his hands.

The two quickly exchanged mounts.

Farkas gritted his teeth as he watched the opponent rush upwards.

Now, he can only fly north.

Stay away from the battlefield first, then find a way to circle around and go back.

No matter what the mission is, returning alive is better than anything else.

Just when this idea first came up, a shrill scream came from above.

The sound came from far away, and Farkas hurriedly pulled the reins to let the flying dragon get out of the way.

A black shadow passed before his eyes, and he realized that it was his beloved mount that he had just given up!

Its head was bloody and bloody, as if it had been chopped by a high-speed rotating blade...

He looked up blankly and saw the huge hull slowly emerging, blocking the sun.

Lord Carrick, who had been so arrogant just now, was now like a small black dot, struggling to climb up the edge of the deck.

Fly...an airship?

...

Carrick climbed onto the airship and wiped the blood from his face.

It wasn't from him, but from the flying dragon just now.

After all, it is not your own mount, so it is difficult to control.

When he sensed a camouflaged airship directly ahead, it was too late to stop it.

He could only control it to hit the edge of the deck, and then he got a chance to grab the side of the ship.

You will definitely die if you fall, but there is still a chance of survival if you rush onto the airship.

Carrick's snake eyes swept across the people in front of him, taking in everything.

Humans, dwarves, Konu...

Very interesting combination.

Their leader is the young man in the cassock.

There was a familiar aura coming from the other party, which was somewhat similar to the soul sacrifice in the clan.

But he is obviously only level four.

Moreover, he didn't have a decent guard around him.

opportunity!

Carrick exerted great force under his feet and shot out so quickly that the deck was dented by his steps!

At the same time, an old man with snake eyes appeared behind him.

Although it only had its upper body, it separated from Carrick and rushed towards Heine at a speed faster than him.

The part below the waist was stretched into a faint thin thread, connected to Carrick's back.

However, just a few steps after he rushed out, a silver toilet skewer that came from nowhere accurately hit his forehead.

A figure wearing leather armor appeared next to the pusher.

He held the lever with both hands and pulled hard.

Carrick's father, who was originally shooting forward, was suddenly led astray, and his solid spirit body was forcibly deformed.

Its face was distorted, and it punched at Teacher Xia like crazy, but the latter deftly avoided it. At the same time, it continued to run across the deck with the shovel, getting further and further away from Carrick.

The thin thread connecting father and son seemed to be torn apart.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Carrick immediately gave up on Heine and ran towards Teacher Xia instead!

This weird skeleton shocked him. The most terrible thing was that it actually had a way to steal the spirit of his ancestors! ?