Continental Warriors Yoo Ma

In this army of undead, the weakest are undoubtedly the skeletons that were only summoned from the ground.Even with the two gains of locked morale and unlimited physical strength, the combat effectiveness is even worse than that of the human militia.

Above it are those skeletal warriors equipped with bow and contradictory swords, who were buried for the undead consul Mutasis and stepped into the eternal kingdom of the dead.Now follow the master to another world and continue to fight.

There are also some tougher enemies.These skeletons are armored and well-equipped, and their skeletons have been reinforced by evil magic, showing a metallic black sheen, enhancing their strength and speed.

Ma Youfu's shooting target, selected this kind of skeleton.

boom!

The smoke and dust from the burning of gunpowder made Yofu Ma unable to see the results of the battle for a while.

After blowing away the smoke, he could see clearly that the acid-enhanced bullet he made hit the armor of the skeleton warrior, corroded a large hole, and was pierced by the sword of the soldier golem that followed, the dark green flame burning in the eye hole, gradually extinguished.

In his spare time, he makes a lot of acid bombs and shock bombs, which can be squandered at will.

He took the arquebus handed by the maid, aimed, and pulled the trigger.

Missed this time.However, the hit rate of the matchlock gun is also the same, not surprising.

Anyway, golems are considered as their own summons, and if they have output, they are not counted as paddling in the team.

At this time, the French knights who were walking on the edge of the undead army seemed to have finally found a fighter plane.

With the powerful horns, the knights turned their horses and began to move towards the enemy.

The distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer, and the knight group that was running fast suddenly accelerated, leveling the long weapons in their hands, and rushing towards the enemy without hesitation.

"storm!"

"A spear is life!"

"Glory to me, God of War Tangus!"

The battle cry, inherited from the family, rang out one after another.Finally, the silver tide of the army of the living collided with the gray-black ocean of the army of the dead.

At first, the Cavaliers went well.With huge impact and excellent equipment, they carved out a huge depression in the army of the undead.

Especially the professionals among them, the weapons in their hands shone with the brilliance of power, and they cleared away skeletons one after another with extremely high efficiency.

But, it doesn't stop there.

When the kinetic energy of the charge was completely absorbed by the sponge-like undead army, the knights seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, unable to move an inch.

If it was a typical temporary recruited infantry in this era, the phalanx formed by it would have been defeated long ago, and they would have fled for their lives.The classic charge that the Cavaliers can load into textbooks will be another victory.

However, they are faced with the undead who do not know fear and will not tire.

The knights on the battlefield in the distance were separated and surrounded by seemingly endless undead. They were dismounted from their horses and lost their mounts. They could only form a circle to resist.

At the same time, Joan of Arc under the tower shouted angrily: "Sacred Slash!"

The weapon in her hand draws a gleaming sword light, as if cutting off the long river of time in one go, and the world is brought to a standstill.

The next breath, the long river of time flowed again, and the knight of death riding a skeleton horse in front of Joan of Arc fell apart in an instant, turning into a rain of bones.

The surviving undead who besieged the tower suddenly lost their unified command and began to wander aimlessly.

Although they will attack the living with their instincts, they are no longer a concern on the battlefield.

"It seems that this undead army is a command structure similar to a swarm. After killing the high-level undead, the low-level soldiers are disorganized."

"Teacher, come down quickly, we have to hurry up and rescue the knights who are trapped in the siege!"

The battle situation at this time was not optimistic. The knights who failed to charge were surrounded, and the main force of the undead began to attack the duke's palace.

Although guarding the bridge is the right choice, the undead can't breathe, and even if they are knelt down by the Lighthouse State Police, it will be fine. How effective is that moat?

Youfu Ma hurriedly left the tower with his half-orc entourage and two maids.

Chapter 56 Fireball

Yoof Ma's prediction soon became a reality.

The spear formation with the palace guards as the main force is an insurmountable steel city wall, coupled with the support of the palace mages and priests with spells and magic at critical moments, so Mutasis' undead army was firmly nailed to the other side. , cannot be broken through.

However, the undead noble who once ruled the Black Tomb Kingdom soon found a way.

With a single finger of the staff in its hand, countless skeleton warriors followed the order and stepped into the moat with mechanical, slow, but not hesitant, and frightening steps.

Philip III, who was shackled by the human combat mode, was shocked into a cold sweat.He screamed, "Roland, moat, moat! These damn skeletons are going to cross the river!"

Knight Roland coughed out a mouthful of blood—he was hit in the chest with a meteor hammer by a three-meter-tall skeleton warrior with a gorilla-like outline.

Armor doped with adamantine and reinforced with magic saved his ribs, but even as a knight about to enter the elite ranks, his internal organs were injured in the impact.

The professional soldier endured the pain, observed the situation of the moat, and comforted his monarch: "Don't worry, my lord, even if the river can't stop these monsters that don't need to breathe, the five-meter-deep riverbed is a reliable line of defense."

"That's good." The worry in Philip III's eyes decreased slightly.

Although he appeared confident, Knight Roland immediately recruited several middle-level commanders and asked them to organize all the men in the palace who could afford weapons to form a line of defense by the moat.

"Gather all the horses in the palace and be ready to lead the duke out of the encirclement at any time." He lowered his voice and whispered to his most loyal attendant.

Knight Roland looked up at the undead consul who was suspended in mid-air in the distance, showing his teeth and claws.

Although the two sides do not understand the language, the other party can communicate their ideas to everyone through spiritual communication.

"I fought for half my life. Most of the time I fought the French, a few times I beat the British, and occasionally I beat my own people, but I have never seen such an enemy. Maybe only the gods descended to earth to save this day full of death... ...if those stupid Frenchmen hadn't gone to their deaths, things would have been much better now!"

"Bah, I actually started to count on those idiots who eat frogs!" Roland Knight shook his head, a bloody phlegm hit the ground, and he clenched his long sword.

The undead offensive continues.

The weakest skeleton goes down the river first.They walked through the 15-meter-wide moat, climbed up the wet mud and climbed up to the bank, and then the human beings who had been waiting knocked their skulls with axes, hammers, and even flails for hitting grass valleys.

But these scattered skeletons fell to the riverbed, paving the way for the undead army behind.

Humans with a difference of dozens of times in number had to dilute their defenses to deal with the undead emerging from the moat in all directions, and the casualties rose sharply.

Blood, stumps, screams, wailing, confusion.

The servants who wiped the table with a rag an hour ago, and the cook who cooked with a spoon, how could they have endured such a brutal battlefield.Even as the clergy continued to boost their morale, there were still many who saw their companions being shot through their throats or pulled out of their hot intestines by a knife, screaming and throwing away their weapons and fleeing the battlefield.

They were either beheaded by the knight who oversaw the battle, or they were forcibly dragged back to meet the black blades of the undead as cannon fodder.

As the strongest spellcaster on the battlefield, Count Armagnac was assigned the title of "Captain of the Field Mage", responsible for leading a total of five court mages who received the salary of Philip III.

As a member of the ruling class, the master of advanced productivity and knowledge, the sparsely populated mages have never appeared on the battlefield as front-line combatants.

But now the situation is critical, and Count Armagnac can only hold a temporary title and command several other mages to fight against the skeletons.

Immediately after the enemy began to cross the river, the human defenses were in jeopardy, and Count Armagnac realized that if nothing was done, the battle would soon slide into an irreversible abyss.

"Your Excellency, I found that after those high-level skeletons with black bones were killed, the nearby low-level soldiers would lose their ability to act in unison."

The young man who spoke was fair-skinned and gentle. At first glance, he looked like someone who had never suffered or seen blood since he was a child.He is a court messenger, and the only [-]st-level spells he masters are directional communication and sleep.

These two spells were useless to the undead, but he was still forced into the battlefield with a hand crossbow.

Perhaps because the combat power is basically zero, he has the opportunity to carefully observe the battle situation and find things that others have overlooked.

Yofu Ma is not the only smart person.

Count Armagnac nodded and said: "This is a common organizational structure in the undead society. It seems that as long as the undead consul is killed, it can end all this. I have a plan and need your help..."

As Count Armagnac explained, he took out a few forest spirit roots from his storage bag.

This is a kind of potion that has been processed through a complex process. After chewing, it can give the caster the special effect of "multiplying the range" of the next attack spell.

Mutasis is located about 300 meters away in mid-air, out of reach of ordinary bows and crossbows, and there are no cannons in the palace.Only the range-extended spells can barely pose a threat to it.

"Your mission is to block the dodging route of Mutasis, whether it is magic missiles or secondary ice cones, throw them all out!" Count Armagnac gave orders to several junior wizards.

As for the count himself, of course, he was rubbing fireballs.

His teacher once said that if fireball doesn't solve the problem, get on a bigger fireball!

This three-level attack spell is the favorite of many mages, and Count Armagnac is no exception.

Of course, as an elite-level mage, he was not rubbing ordinary fireballs.

The earl chewed the roots of Lin Jing, the bitter taste of plants spread in his mouth, and a magic power also flowed into his body.

He chanted an incantation, and an orange-red fiery sphere appeared in his hand, growing bigger and bigger.

The surrounding air is distorted by the high temperature.

The other mages also continued to attack Mutasis at this time.

The Undead Archon seemed to be greatly offended, and could not believe that these humans dared to attack him.While cursing viciously, it dodged left and right.

And Count Armagnac grasped the trajectory of the target, estimated the advance, and completed the chant in ancient language.

"Enhanced, extremely effective, fireball!"

boom!

Seeing Mutaxis being swallowed up by the flames, the humans on the battlefield couldn't help cheering.

"Won!"

Chapter 57 The Holy Maiden Attacks

It is a pity that the FLAG established by the overly optimistic human beings was pulled down by the ruthless reality within a few seconds.

After the flames dissipated, the body of the Undead Archon was still floating in the air.

Its bones that were originally shiny and jade-like are now blackened everywhere, and most of its gorgeous robes and decorations have been damaged.But in its deep eyes, the green death magic flame was still burning.

"Damn it!" After the Count Armagnac scolded, he was very alert and led a few court mages to retreat.He had a hunch that the enemy's revenge would soon return.

The wounded Mutasis declared his anger to all the living: "You dare to resist the great Blackstone Empire! Fools who refuse death, face the storm-like fear!"

The staff in its hand shines brightly, and the dense skeletons suddenly separate a path.

A huge black coffin suspended on the ground was pulled over by four skeleton horses.

"huku-kashamuh!" Mutaxis sang an ancient incantation that no one knew about how many years it had been buried in the yellow sand.

The black coffin began to vibrate, and the strange runes carved on the surface emitted a gloomy green light.

boom!

The coffin board opened, and countless transparent spiritual bodies rose into the sky.

They struggled, roared, frantically, desperately rushed towards the ducal palace.

These energy spirit bodies cannot cause substantial damage to creatures in the material world, but the screams they emit are extremely powerful mental attacks.