[Necromancer] Dark Throne

There is no leader before the battle, there is a long period of reminiscing about the old days, and there is no general mobilization before the enemy to stimulate the morale of the opponent.When the undead strike, apart from the instinctive wailing of the undead, there is only a quiet echoing lament.

Wayne drew a bow and shot a loud arrow as a warning, and then jumped up.Jumping to a long-dead cang tree branch not far away, he bumped his feet and felt that the load was not bad, and then kicked the trunk with his right foot. It was fine, although it creaked, but there was no sign of collapse.

As a hunter and archer, his professional level is still the best...

Countless ghouls rushed towards them like a tide in the gray mist. Their screams were like giant hammers, lifting everyone's hearts to their throats.

Roland calmly arranged several captains to form an array as usual training.The flustered soldiers were not moving fast, and some had already started to tremble.

He glanced at the soldiers, and a series of blazing balls of light rose up, blowing away the smoke within several kilometers, and the space was as bright as day.

Pull out the long sword, plunge it into the ground suddenly, suddenly, all the rays of light extend instantly, pour into the ground, turn into countless red torrents and completely cover the undead coming in front, pushing them up with an overwhelming momentum, it is a blow to the ground— - Consecration.

Under the powerful power of "dedication", countless attackers struggled in the flames, and rotting figures struggled out of the holy light. Before they could leave the range of the holy light, they were taken advantage of by several experienced knight captains. And he cut off his head.

"kill!"

One or two knights shouted.

Several recruits echoed and shouted.

"Haven't you eaten?" Roland roared, the natural coercion of a strong hero made his voice seem to hit their heads directly, making their fearful will stop.

"kill--"

"kill----"

As if contagious, the recruits made a few sparse noises at the beginning, but after a few breaths, they became as neat as thunder, galloping like ten thousand horses, as if the heaven and earth were shaken by it.

And the figures of the knights in front who easily killed the ghouls in the holy light are strong and agile, but they can also do it...

In this situation, the soldiers immersed in the momentum couldn't help but be full of pride and blood. They still remember that they are a motley crew, and they still remember...running away.

Under the shining of the holy light, a hand-to-hand battle was staged tragically.

The battle situation became unprecedentedly fierce in an instant. This was a battle of numbers and perseverance. Either the knights shed their last drop of blood, or the undead on the opposite side fought to the last man.

Wayne stood on a branch at the top of a dead tree, the bow and arrow in his hand was fully drawn, aiming at the slender figure wearing a leather mask on the battlefield.

The female undead was measured. Her body was well preserved, with almost no carrion visible. A leather face covered most of his cheeks, but the exposed jawline was perfectly beautiful. Although the lip color was dark, it did not damage her. The beauty is more mysterious and confusing.What she held in her hand was also an extraordinary longbow, and she carried a quiver on her back.

Appears to be peers.

However, she has extremely pointed ears.

Undead elves?It's rare.

At this time, Roland had already commanded the cavalry to charge in from their two wings.The cavalry regiments on both sides rushed into the enemy formation with loud shouts, like waves crashing on the chime stone. Adds a temporary burst of bright red.

However, the female undead has never entered Wayne's range, not the range that can hurt her, but the range that can kill her with one blow.Her strength is even higher than his hunter strength.

It is also a hero rank.

The scuffle lasted for more than half an hour, and the female undead looked thoughtfully at where Wayne was.

Reach out.

Suddenly there was a loud hiss behind her, and a half-human tall ghost wolf was at her feet like a pet, continuing to howl for a long time.

Some of the ghouls stayed behind, and most of them started to fly back.

Wayne was taken aback, did she come here to make soy sauce?

Roland did not send troops to pursue him. He calmly ordered, "Break out the camp immediately. Before dark, you must arrive at Colin Castle, the end of the trip."

"But there are so many dead and seriously injured people...the battlefield has not been counted yet..." A brown-haired middle-aged knight objected. He was Roland's deputy, and before Roland led the team, he was the acting head of the army.

"The dark night is a stage for the undead. The living here will return to a safe place after the sun goes down. The smell of blood here is enough to attract three times as many undead as us."

"We can wait for reinforcements..." the knight said without confidence.

"In this dead place full of natural disasters, reinforcements will always be just a beautiful lie." Roland said lightly, "Kill the seriously injured and take away the slightly injured."

"What?" The middle-aged knight's eyes were full of anger, and it could be seen that he would never carry out such an order.

"Forget it this time, take it with you, but you can't deliberately wait for them. My tolerance is only this once." Roland smiled.

"……Yes."

Watching his deputy go down to convey the military order, Roland shook his head slightly: "After all, the time is too short, and the awareness is still not enough."

He turned back suddenly: "Do you think I'm cold-blooded?"

"Is it related to me?" Wei En who appeared behind him didn't care, he didn't care about these things.

"That's right, you also came out of the abyss of the undead." Roland nodded, "The few team operations I have directed before, each time the team members who have become a drag on the team or have been seriously disabled or seriously injured have been dealt with on the spot. Throw the dead body to the powerful undead monsters chasing the team. After all, undead have no "humanity" and their purpose of existence is only "eating". A warm corpse is the best bait to hold them back and give up their pursuit. "

The inhuman Wayne was silent.

"This is a task or...obligation that every warrior who fights bloody undead must understand, understand, and perform firmly!" Roland seemed to be explaining to him, "It's a pity that these novices don't have enough psychological quality now, if I force them to do so , can easily lead to mutiny.”

"Who was that person just now?" Wayne asked suddenly.

"Don't you know?" Roland's expression was very surprised.

"I don't know." Wayne was puzzled. I wanted to know her because of Mao, and I don't like humans.

"Half-elf ranger Karin Windtalker."

"..." Wayne's face darkened in an instant, and he was deeply disgusted with his eyes of picking shells.

"I thought you were willing to accept this appointment because you knew about it." Roland expressed his apologies. "The condition the elders gave us was to prove that we have nothing to do with the undead. I thought..."

"It's okay!" Wayne had no interest in getting to know the author of that diary, even if he was asked to go undercover, there was a bottom line.His mother's surname is Li, his father's surname is Lou, and he lives in China Road, a global village in the Milky Way. This fact cannot be changed even through time travel.

"...Are you serious?" Roland was suddenly stuck.

"Of course." Wayne said angrily, "Did she come here this time just to send a group of miscellaneous soldiers for you to destroy?"

"She just came back from Xilin not long ago, she should have met us temporarily and wanted to find out." Roland thought for a while, "Are you really okay?"

"Since your concern has nothing to do with me, why should I answer you?" Wayne said coldly.

"..." Do you want to do this, you can still remember the sentence after so long, Roland hesitated for a long time, and then slowly said: "I can say that the blue sky is wider than the sea, and the man's heart is wider than the blue sky? "

Wayne backhanded a multiple shot.

……

10 minute later.

"Slapping the face is not good." Roland put on his domineering helmet and said to him.

"You just think I'm not a man." Wayne sneered.

"I never thought of that..."

"I do not mind."

I'm not human anyway.

"But I like men..."

"..."

"...They say don't slap your face." No matter how you are used to it, you are the same as that Wayne... Roland frowned secretly, and he must not let him know that I miss this feeling very much, otherwise I will not be able to be a human being.