The huge skeletal sword crashed down, and the skeletal Titan, which had been forcibly awakened by luck, had long lost its former might. This earth-shattering sword was blocked by Orengor, Duke of the North Wind.

He held the giant hammer high, and the blade of the giant skeletal sword pressed against the handle of his hammer. The huge force caused the ground around Oengor to sink suddenly for more than ten meters. With a roar, the dust on the battlefield was stirred up.

Like rising gray mist.

"Pfft--" Orengel spat out a mouthful of blood, and the blood dripped on the ground along his gray beard. His eyes were red, and the old bark-like muscles on his face twitched.

"So damn... so exciting!"

He roared, already buried in the soil, he pushed up his knees and stood up little by little against the Skeleton Titan's giant sword.

"Charge over!" He turned around and shouted loudly at the stunned players.

The diffuse dust made his face look a little blurry, with only the black of his armor and the red of his blood, but his rough voice, like desert sand and gravel, pierced the war drums of the undead army and reached the ears of every player.

"Let's go!" Bu Shi shouted.

"Don't let the opportunity Duke Northwind created for us go to waste!"

Two heads of the skeletal mammoth died. The wall-like giant sword was blocked by Duke Beifeng. The road has been opened. The players followed the line of sky held up by Duke Beifong, passed through the feet of the skeletal titan, and continued towards the cemetery.

direction forward.

But the undead around them will not let up. They continue to pounce on the players, layer by layer, fearless of death.

"The mage goes up and blows himself up to clear the way!"

As soon as the player representatives gave an order, the mage player who was always ready was thrown high into the air by the warrior player and crashed into the undead wave, causing a violent explosion.

Today is different from the past. Now the waves of undead are coming from all directions. It is far more difficult to face the undead in one direction than before in Kalanli King City, not to mention that there are more undead now. The self-destruction of the mage has indeed caused damage to the undead, but

But there is no way to open the road faster.

"kill--!"

Suddenly there was a shout of death coming from behind.

The players turned to look.

I saw Clemont leading the Winter City army and rushing into the encirclement of the undead.

The soldiers on the outermost layer were dressed in black heavy armor, holding spears and shields. Their faces were covered by cold helmets, and only their sharp and cold eyes could be seen.

The soldiers in the middle layer were holding long swords and bucklers, and were wearing silver ring armor. They had serious expressions and were as powerful as a rainbow under the leadership of the Crusaders.

These soldiers are all serious veterans of Winter City. Each one of them is a hero who fought among the dead. Their combat effectiveness is not necessarily any weaker than that of ordinary Crusaders.

"Boom, boom, boom!" The thunder flashed, especially bright in the dim night.

Players know that it is the priest wielding the thunder hammer.

"Help the alien army clear the way!"

Clemont gave an order, and the Crusaders raised their tower shields and spears to quickly push away the undead that were attacking the players. They joined together like a movable copper wall.

Although there are not as many undead killed as the mage's self-destruction.

But it effectively helped players open up a way out.

"Fire the arrow!"

"Swish swish——"

Arrows are like locusts, covering the sky and blocking out the sun.

The arrows shot by the marksman have very limited damage to the undead, but they can suppress the advance of the undead.

Handover of the two armies.

"Boom——!"

Shields and weapons clashed together.

The sword and shield soldiers followed behind the crusaders and set up their shields, taking the time to swing their swords at the skeleton warriors.

They only revealed a pair of murderous eyes behind their shields.

"Drink——!"

The powerful roar seemed to overwhelm the undead's momentum.

They were once ordinary civilians in Winter City.

Either a farmer cultivating the land, a hunter hunting in the mountains, or an ordinary father.

In their entire lives, they never imagined that they would fight against the terrifying undead in the Emerald Fortress, a hundred and eighty thousand miles away from their hometown.

But following King Winter's order and following the king they admired, they came to the battlefield without hesitation.

Brothers, fathers, friends and even sons, embark on the journey together.

They were full of enthusiasm when they set off.

They had heard stories about the heroes in the tavern who had made great achievements and killed enemies and gained titles. They were very ambitious. They believed that following the King of Winter, they would be invincible.

But this is just a beautiful fantasy.

War is cruel after all.

Especially when they face the ferocious undead.

Darth Vader watched as the Kalanli soldiers who were traveling with him were disemboweled by the screaming ghouls. He also tried to stuff his intestines back, but the skeleton warrior had already picked up an ax and chopped off his head.

He wanted to go over to rescue him, but was knocked down by the ghoul from behind, and he quickly raised his shield to block him.

The ghoul looked like a madman, and its sharp claws hit the shield like a violent wind, causing a series of sparks to fly. He gritted his teeth and held on to the shield to hold on.

Bearded Bate followed the Crusaders and formed a formation with a group of new soldiers under his command.

They held their positions with shields and spears.

But the undead heavily armored skeleton knights came one after another.

Their whole bodies were wrapped in pale white heavy bone armor, and they wore rusty steel helmets on their heads. Only the will-o'-the-wisps in their two eye sockets swayed in the wind, and the roar of steel filled the whole world when they charged.

In the corner of a chaotic battlefield.

The heavy breathing sounded like bellows.

McKeon held the half-body body of his brother and cried until his blood flowed.

The brave Gorod killed dozens of zombies, but more undead surrounded him.

He panted like a wounded hyena, sweat soaked his hair that he had carefully taken care of this morning, and his golden curls completely turned into lumps of funny dough stuck together.

"Come on! Damn the undead!"

"If you can't get through, I won't let you get through!"

Grod murmured to himself, raising the hammer with sore arms.

He loves weapons like this.

It only takes one hit to smash the damn undead's head to pieces!

Behind you is the line of defense.

That was the path they opened for the Inhuman Legion.

General Clement said.

Only strangers have the ability to destroy those tombstones. If the tombstones are not destroyed, the Emerald Fortress will die, they will die, the king will die, and their relatives in Winter City will also be killed by the undead.

In the end, Gorod was thrown to the ground by the undead. A skeleton knight picked up Gorod's mace and opened it like Gorod smashed the undead's head. The Crusaders replenished Gorod's head.

In this position, the tower shield is erected there, like a solid wall.

Sacrifice can be seen everywhere, and fear spreads wantonly.

But the army of Winter City finally used their flesh and blood to help the players open a path to the necropolis. The undead were blocked and the players could pass unimpeded.

"arrive!"

With his eyes red and nonchalant, he took out a temporary resurrection crystal from his backpack and placed it directly on the soil of the necropolis that exuded necromantic energy.
Chapter completed!