When all the mercenaries poured into the city, the undead that covered the sky and the sun rushed to the city. Because of the unguarded policy of the mercenary country, each city usually does not spend much effort on city defense. Even the defense facilities of the two major cities, Heishui City and Baishan City are very simple, and Zenggelin City can be imagined. However, the seven or eight-meter-high city wall is not a decoration after all, and for An Fei, all he needs is to fight for a period of time.

Ozguchi, Hippela and others rushed to the top of the city, stood behind An Fei, looking at the sea of ​​undeads that were crowded with people, and couldn't help but feel their scalp numbness, and the continuous howling sound was like a burst of thunder, tinging on people's eardrums.

"Ozguchi, you are in charge of the East City, Himpera, you are in charge of the West City, Orsey, you are in charge of the North City, Thomson, you are staying here." An Fei slowly gave the order.

Logically speaking, An Fei's low voice would be covered up when disturbed by the howlings of the zombies, but Ozguchi and others could hear it clearly.

"Yes, sir!" Ozguchi responded in the lead, and then everyone took their own mercenary groups and set up defenses separately.

"Who is the head here?" An Fei asked faintly.

"It's me, sir!" a ragged man stood up and shouted.

"Don't have to be so loud, I can hear it." An Fei smiled: "My name is An Fei, your name?"

The big man couldn't help but froze. Seeing so many undead creatures, he was already desperate, but An Fei's expression, tone, and smile in front of him all infected him with something that he couldn't explain. Suddenly, he felt that there was nothing to be nervous about.

"Mr. An Fei, my name is Guli!" The big man paused and added: "Mr., I'm afraid you won't hear clearly."

"Divide your mercenaries into four teams. Let's act with my mercenaries. After all, you are familiar with this place and I need your help."

"No problem, sir!"

"How many mercenaries do you have?"

"About... there are more than 500." Guli's expression was a little distorted. There were indeed a little fewer than 500 mercenaries.

"Enough, go." An Fei whispered.

"Yes!" Guli agreed and hurried down from beginning to end. He had no intention of questioning An Feidi at all. On the contrary, he felt that obedience was a natural choice.

"An Fei, why do these undead creatures unite to attack us?" Susanna asked behind An Fei.

"Maybe...it's our actions that annoyed the Necromancer." An Fei smiled.

"Annoyed?" Susanna frowned.

"Well, let's not talk about these things now, Susanna, go and talk to the Knights of Light. In addition to leaving two hundred priests of Light to prepare, the others are also divided into four teams to support four aspects, and try to make our defense even more even."

"They may not listen to us."

"Yes, at least now."

"Okay." Susanna paused: "An Fei, you have no intention of breaking through?"

"Why do you want to break through?" An Fei smiled and said, "But... I didn't expect that my wife also learned to think. This is a good thing!"

"Are you still free to joke at this time?" Susanna laughed angry and laughed, but she didn't have the energy to pursue An Fei's intent. Was she stupid or what? Susanna first gave An Fei a blank look and said in a deep voice: "An Fei, so many zombies..."

"I'm not afraid or afraid!" An Fei's tone was very strange, as if he was singing an unknown song: "I have a trump card."

Susanna looked at An Fei deeply, and did not speak anymore, turning around and heading down the city. The first time she was moved by An Fei was because she felt An Fei's temperament of not being afraid of danger and being light-hearted. In her opinion, this was the real man. Compared with An Fei, the man cried bitterly and scolded him when he learned that the prime minister was rebelling, and was so disgusting.

"Brave." An Fei's eyes fell on Brave again.

"Do you want to play big?" Brave walked over with a smile: "I have to admit that you are the craziest person I have ever seen." It is difficult to annihilate the magical corps. At least they can release their floating techniques to escape the battlefield, but Brave never had this idea. Even if An Fei ordered them to release all the magical power of the earth, he would execute An Fei's order without hesitation. No matter how others define the word "partner". He Brave is sincere and unreserved.

"Don't attack without my orders." An Fei said lightly: "Let the priests put some strength into it."

"I understand what you mean."

Just as they were talking, the undead creatures had launched an attack. Their use method was very simple, but sometimes, the simplest ones were often the most effective. Countless undead creatures piled up one after another, and built a slope entirely with their rotten bodies. More undead creatures howled along the slope.

The battle broke out in an instant, and every corner of the city wall was attacked at the same time. Even without magical support for the time being, the mercenaries also exerted their strong combat power and blocked the offensive of the undead creatures.

But the base of the undead creatures was too large, and the slopes were slowly expanding outward, and finally connected into one piece. From a high altitude, the city of Zenggelin had become a crater. Countless undead creatures were running upwards along the slopes connected into a circle, and there were only about 5,000 soldiers in the city. Except for the reserved 200 priests of light, almost everyone was fighting.

Sometimes, when the quantity reaches a certain level, the quality can be easily changed to form a land advantage. Fires occur everywhere on all sides of the city walls are in danger. The mercenaries can no longer worry about anything and can only fight with all their might. Now they are not zombies, but floods. As long as one place opens its mouth and lets the undead creatures pour in, the ending is disastrous.

The entire battlefield was in An Fei's sensing range. He could clearly see that the number of people scratched and bitten by the zombies was increasing. Some mercenaries were accidentally pulled down by the zombies, and in the blink of an eye it turned into bloody fragments.

It was not until the priest joined the battle that the situation began to improve. The priest became a professional firefighter and rushed wherever he was most critical. Although the Holy Light Technique could not kill such new zombies, fortunately, it could greatly reduce the combat power of the zombies, and the Holy Light Technique consumed pitifully little magic. Each Holy Light egg that exploded like a big fireball could turn more than a dozen or dozens of zombies into broken rags.

In desperation, some priests even released glorious praises. The light released by the phantom of the angel was enough to turn zombies within dozens of meters in front of them into ashes. Moreover, the priests were not stupid and knew how to adjust to make magic exert their maximum power. Under the bombardment of light, the slopes composed of rotten bodies were blown out one by one, until the surface was exposed. At normal times, a glorious praise could destroy one or two hundred zombies, but now it could destroy thousands of zombies. The Church of Light is the nemesis of the undead creatures, which is not only manifested in legends, but also vividly interpreted in reality.

An Fei never took action. Even at the most precarious moment, he remained silent. He looked far away and seemed to be wandering outside. In a valley, several magicians in black robes were discussing something. After a while, one of the magicians raised the bone staff in his hand. The offensive of the undead creatures quickly stopped and retreated like a tide. The poor zombies who were willing to be stepping stones for companions. Before they could get up, they became the main targets of the priests' attack. One holy light bullet after another was smashed down, splashing out fishy and turbid waves.

Others don't understand why the undead creatures suddenly stopped attacking, but An Fei could guess seven or eight points. Obviously, those undead magicians did not expect that they could have so many priests of light, and the destruction speed of the undead creatures was unbearable.

Everyone knows this principle of knowing oneself and being able to win every battle, but it is difficult to understand one's opponent in the war of the undead, and it can only be guessed and guessed. The undead mage cannot hide his dark aura, and normal intelligent creatures cannot gain the trust of the undead mage. The so-called reconnaissance or spy has become impossible.

"An Fei, what are you doing?" Brave asked in surprise.

An Fei took out the longbow from his space ring, slowly put on his gloves, turned around and smiled at Brave, saying nothing.

A black shadow slowly floated over from a distance and became a slave to the god of death. The necromancer can also release certain magic, such as fireball and floating techniques. However, the Eye of the Sky has extremely high requirements for the purity of the elements. The mages attacked by the power of the undead cannot release the Eye of the Sky. They barely release them, and can only see a vague piece, losing their original effect. If they want to see clearly, they can only rely on themselves.

"Oh my God! It's the Necromancer! It's the Necromancer!" A priest sensed the elemental fluctuations and shouted suddenly.

While the priest screamed, An Fei had already let go of his fingers, and an elemental arrow shot silently. The sky was too big, and the elemental arrow was too small and too fast. It was difficult to find a needle in a haystack, let alone a needle swimming rapidly. When the necromancer noticed something was wrong, the elemental arrow had already shot in front of him. With a bang, the wind blade attached to the elemental arrow smashed the bone shield of the necromancer, and the elemental arrow penetrated straight into the necromancer's forehead, and the huge attack power instantly lifted the head cover of the necromancer.

Looking at the black smoke exploding in the air, the Knights of Light and the Priests were silent. They knew that An Fei was a magical and martial arts cultivator, but what does this archery technique that is not inferior to the elf archer mean? The third cultivator...
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