The giant skeleton sword smashed down with a bang. Soyuki's skeleton Titan, which was forcibly awakened, had long lost its former power. This earth-shaking sword was blocked by the Duke of North Wind O'Engel.

He held up a giant hammer, and the blade of the giant sword of the skeleton was pressing against his hammer handle. The huge force caused the ground within a radius of more than ten meters around Oengel to sink suddenly. With a roar, the dust on the battlefield was shocked.

It's like a rising gray fog.

"Puff--" Oengel spewed out a mouthful of blood, and the blood dripped onto the ground along his gray beard. His eyes were red, and his muscles like old tree bark twitched.

"That's so fucking... exciting!"

He roared, and he had already buried in the soil and supported his knees with his knees. He stood up little by little with the giant sword of the skeleton Titan.

"Roar over!" He turned his head and shouted at the players who were stunned.

The dust filled his face a little blurry, only the blackness of the armor and the redness of blood, but his rough sound like sand in the desert pierced the war drums of the undead legion and passed them to every player's ears.

"Let's go!" He shouted loudly without doing anything.

"Don't waste the opportunity that the Duke of North Wind has created for us!"

Both ends of the skeleton mammoth died, and the huge sword like a city wall was blocked by Duke Beifeng. The road had been opened. Players followed the sky supported by Duke Beifeng, through the feet of the skeleton Titan and continued toward the cemetery.

Go forward in the direction.

But the undead around them will not relax, and they will continue to rush towards the players, stacking them up, not afraid of death.

"The mage takes it up and explodes and opens the way!"

With the order from the players, the mage player who was prepared was immediately thrown high by the warrior player, crashed into the wave of the undead, causing a violent explosion.

Today is different from the past. Now the wave of undead is coming from all directions, which is far more difficult than facing the undead in the Kalanri Royal City before, not to mention that there are more undeads now. The mage's self-destruction has indeed caused harm to the undead, but

But there is no way to open the road faster.

"kill--!"

Suddenly, there was a shout of killing behind him.

Players turned their heads and looked.

Cramont and the army of Winter City rushed into the encirclement of the undead.

The soldier on the outermost layer was wearing heavy black armor, holding a spear and tower shield, and his cold face helmet covered his face, and could only see sharp and cold eyes.

The soldiers in the middle layer held long swords and shields, and were covered with silver ring armor. They looked serious and were as imposing as rainbows under the leadership of the Crusaders.

These soldiers are serious veterans in Winter City. Each of them is a hero who is fighting among the dead. His combat power is not necessarily much weaker than that of ordinary Crusaders.

"Boom boom boom!" The lightning flashed, and it was particularly bright in the dim night.

Players know that it was the priest waving the thunder hammer.

"Help the Inhuman Legion open the way!"

At Cramont's order, the Crusaders held the tower shield and spear and quickly opened the undead that was attacking the players. They were connected together, like a movable iron wall.

Although there are not many undead people who self-destruct and kill.

But it has effectively helped players open up a path.

"Shoot the arrow!"

"Swoosh swish swish--"

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

The arrows shot by the sharpshooter have very limited damage to the undead, but they can suppress the undead's advancement.

The two armies handed over.

“Bo——!”

The shield and the weapon collided.

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

They only showed a pair of murderous eyes behind the shield.

"Drink—!"

The majestic roar seemed to overwhelm the undead's aura.

They were once ordinary civilians in Winter City.

Either a farmer who cultivates land, a hunter who hunts in the mountains, or an ordinary father.

In their entire lives, they would never think that they would fight with the terrifying undead at the Emerald Fortress, a hundred eight thousand miles away from their hometown.

But with the orders of King Winter and following the king they admired, they came to the battlefield without hesitation.

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

When they set off, they were thriving.

They have heard stories of heroes in taverns who make achievements and kill enemies and are titled. They are full of confidence and believe that they will be invincible after following the King of Winter.

But this is just a beautiful fantasy.

War is cruel after all.

Especially when they face the cruel undead.

Darth Vader watched as the Karanli soldier who was walking with him was distilled by a screaming ghoul. He also tried to stuff his intestines back, but the skeleton warrior had already picked up his axe and chopped off his head.

He wanted to go over to rescue him, but was knocked down by the ghoul on the back and hurriedly raised his shield to block it.

The ghoul looked like a madman, and his sharp minions hit the shield like a strong wind, splashing a series of sparks. He gritted his teeth and held on to hold on to the shield.

Bearded Better followed the Crusaders and led a group of recruits under his command to form a formation.

They held their shields and spears and stood firm.

But the undead's heavy skeleton knights followed one after another.

They were covered with heavy white bone armor, and they wore rusty helmets on their heads. Only the ghost fire in their eyes swayed in the wind. The roar of steel filled the entire world when they charged.

In a chaotic corner of the battlefield.

The heavy breathing sounds like a bellows.

McCan hugged half of his brother's body and cried so hard that he cried.

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

He gasped like a wounded hyena, and sweat soaked his carefully carved hair this morning, and his golden curly hair turned into a clump of funny dough sticking together.

"Come on! Damn the Dead!"

"I won't let you get through it!"

Gorod murmured, holding up the mace with his sour arms.

He loves such weapons.

It only takes a moment to smash the dead undead's head!

Behind you is the line of defense.

That was the path they opened for the Inhuman Legion.

General Cramont said.

Only the aliens 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 a scoop for Gorod like Gorod smashed the undead's head. The crusaders made up Gorod's re-added Gorod's

The tower shield is standing there, like a solid wall.

Sacrifices can be seen everywhere, and fear spreads wildly.

But the army of Winter City finally helped players open up a road to the cemetery with flesh and blood. The undead were blocked and the players were unobstructed.

"arrive!"

He didn't do human affairs and had red eyes. He took out a temporary resurrection crystal from his backpack and placed it directly on the soil emitting undead energy in the cemetery.
Chapter completed!