Herod almost broke his ribs when he looked at the scene on the battlefield.
In order to catch mankind off guard in the future war, he secretly came to the barren north under the orders of the high priest.
Establishing a base, working hard to develop, and finally achieving some results. Seeing that in this battle, he can achieve a decisive victory. Kill all the barbarians, and then use their bones to form a powerful army.
The undead army.
In the future, Commander Herod will lead the undead army, rolling southward like an iron stream, sweeping through the human continent with the force of destroying the dead and blowing away the fallen leaves in the strong wind. He will majestically defeat the human generals one after another, destroy their country, and burn it to the ground.
In their cities, they killed all their people.
In the midst of the soaring flames and gunpowder smoke, in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, Herod achieved a reputation that is unique in the world. He shed a legend that is both evocative and touching.
Become the first person under the high priest's seat, the most caring and trustworthy disciple.
No matter where he goes, he is always taken with him. Even when he goes to the toilet, Heluobei stands by and personally delivers toilet paper.
Just thinking about that scene made Herod so intoxicated that he almost shed tears.
But... But I didn't expect it. This dream was like a soap bubble, and it was a poor quality soap bubble. It just started to show a trace of color, and it burst immediately.
The war between the undead and the barbarians was originally a sure thing. However, with the sudden appearance of the war fortress, the situation on the battlefield took a turn for the worse.
The Lich, who had already grasped victory in the palm of his hand, lost nearly half of his undead army under the sudden and powerful bombardment of the war fortress.
The dark mages had to give up commanding and controlling the undead and turned their heads to attack the twelve huge war fortresses in the sky.
However, they were immediately frightened by the sophisticated air combat tactics of War Fortress. No matter what they ordered, they just stood still.
If this continues, the actions that the Lichs have placed high hopes on from the High Priest of the Undead will completely fail.
The lich Herod would never allow such a thing to happen.
Once he failed, his dream of being the first person under the High Priest of the Undead would be shattered, and what was even more terrifying was that he would have to endure the ridicule of the frivolous Edwood.
Maybe that abominable, treacherous, despicable, and obscene bastard would still climb over his head and boss around the mighty Herod.
If that day comes, Lord Herod might as well die now~!
Thinking of this, Herod ignored his body that was injured by the holy light, and let out bursts of sharp and ear-piercing roars, ordering all the lichs and dark mages on the battlefield to gather together and launch an all-out attack on the war fortress where Lorraine was located.
attack.
But despite this, those dark mages were all too courageous. No matter how he urged them, they only dared to wander at low altitude.
The arrogant lichs could no longer hold back and had no choice but to rush to the front line themselves.
Herod looked at the timid dark mage and was so angry that his phylactery was about to explode, but there was nothing he could do for a moment.
These dark mages are all valuable assets of the undead. If you kill them all, who will control those undead warriors in the future?
Not to mention, if they were frightened by their bloody methods and defected to the human race, all the dignity of the undead would fall into the stinking shit pile and they would never be able to pick it up again.
"This can't go on like this." Herod was secretly anxious, and suddenly his eyes lit up. He loudly ordered: "Our damn enemy, the human Lorraine, is up there.
Kill him, and the high priest will get a big reward~!"
Herod believed that using Lorraine as bait would be enough for the dark mages to take risks. Even if the operation in the north of Ruman failed, as long as Lorraine could be killed, it would still be a great achievement in front of the high priest.
Ever since the High Priest of the Undead returned from a chase and failed. Not only did he fail to catch the human who drove away from the War Fortress, but he also suffered a lot of injuries. The name Lorraine has become a taboo among dark mages. No one dares to
mentioned in public.
It is no exaggeration to say that Lorraine is the number one enemy of the High Priest of the Undead and the Dark Mage.
After hearing his words, the dark mages couldn't help but commotion.
They all knew in their hearts that as long as they could kill Lorraine, it would be a great achievement. If they accepted the reward from the high priest, they would be able to rise to great heights immediately.
The dark mages whose ambitions were aroused looked at each other, and they could all see the lust in each other's eyes.
It may not be easy to defeat twelve war fortresses, but if you attack one specifically, with their overwhelming numbers, there should be no problem.
Even if you don't kill it yourself, as long as you participate, I believe there will definitely be benefits.
The dark mages, seduced by profits and eager for success, mustered up their courage again, shouted, and followed the Lich to kill the war fortress in the sky.
Flint, who was guarding the goblins alone on the ground, also became itchy in his heart: Kill Lorraine. Kill the powerful undead enemy with his own hands and achieve an immortal reputation...
The temptation was too great. If he didn't have to look at the unlucky goblin, Flint would also follow him and kill him.
He was confident that with his ability, it would be absolutely fine to hide in the dark and make a sneak attack.
Thinking of this, Flint couldn't help but be extremely dissatisfied and glared at the goblin.
The goblin's silvery soybean eyes turned slyly, and then said with a dry smile: "Sir, if you want to go, you can go, don't worry about me. Haha, hahaha."
There was a look of contempt in Flint's eyes, and he mocked: "You despicable goblin, don't try to be clever in front of me.
Do you think I don't know your evil intentions?
Seeing that we were defeated, you wanted to run away, right? I left you just in time to escape, return to the Ruman Empire, and continue to be the head of your Northern Intelligence Station.
Don’t worry, I won’t make it easy for you.”
After talking about it, Flint sneered and patted the goblin's face heavily. He gritted his teeth and said.
Yin Guang timidly avoided his sight. Then she laughed dryly twice and said, "Actually, it would be better if you didn't go..."
"Hmm...huh???" Flint looked at the goblin warily, wary of any new tricks he might try.
Yin Guang chuckled and said: "It's such a simple truth. The high priest couldn't kill Lorraine, but he let you kill him. What would the high priest think?"
Flint was suddenly startled and thought to himself: Yes, what will his old man think?
Yin Guang looked like a proud villain and said leisurely: "Wouldn't this make him look very shameless... I'm afraid he won't reward you, but will kill you first.
On the human side, there is a saying that I believe you have heard of, and it is called ‘high power shakes the master’.”
Flint's expression changed, and he wanted to yell angrily, but then it changed several times. He became a little uncertain, and then he looked up at the sky.
The Lich was very fast. As soon as the Dark Mage started taking action, the Lich was already near the War Fortress.
Due to the violent activation of mana, their bodies turned into black billowing smoke, dragging a lingering trail around the war fortress like ghosts.
Saint Berrian led the ascetics to immediately attack the lich, and the holy light frequently lit up in the war fortress.
But the lichs were as cunning as loaches. They did not stop to fight. They just passed by the windows of the war fortress at extremely fast speeds. The ascetics frequently missed their targets.
Leo yelled in the war fortress, pointing at the black shadow in the sky that was so fast that it was difficult to see, indicating the target for the ascetic monks.
"The right side, the right side is coming. Oops, what a great opportunity, grandpa, you missed it again."
The ascetic monk who missed the lich gave a bitter smile and glanced down at Leo, who was jumping around anxiously. This little kid was more organized than their monks.
"Measure in advance. Measure in advance, grandpa, how many times have I told you to measure in advance, but you see he ran away again."
St. Bernard, a man over a hundred years old, was educated by a ten-year-old child, no matter how thick-skinned he was. It was the first time that he felt that a child could be so annoying, and the noise made his ears buzz.
"No wonder the God of Light disapproves of monks getting married, praise the God of Light." St. Petersburg thought silently, feeling for the first time that the Holy See's regulations were extremely wise.
Leo suddenly grabbed the corner of St. Berrian's clothes, shook it back and forth with a strong grip, pointed to the air in front of him, and said urgently: "Here he comes again, fight quickly~!"
St. Brian snorted heavily, raised his staff and released a holy spell that covered a wide area.
The sky in front of him was like a rainstorm composed of holy light, with traces of milky white light gathering together and falling down one after another.
The rushing black shadow was shrouded in the rain of light.
The Lich's body was burned by the holy light, and gray smoke emitted. He suddenly paused in the air, revealing his true face, a gray-white skull, with green flames burning in the eye sockets, and the skeleton was trembling violently, emitting
A sound that was more harsh than scratching the glass made the people in the war fortress feel restless.
The next second, the lich rushed out of the light rain at an even faster speed and disappeared into the sky in a blink of an eye.
Saint Berrian put down his hand and shook his head regretfully. Although the large-scale holy spell could focus the lich, it could not cause serious damage. Instead, it consumed the holy power, and even he couldn't bear it.
At this time, the dark mage flew towards the war fortress like a swarm of locusts, with a terrifying momentum, as if they were going to flood the war fortress with a sea of people.
At the critical moment, Vera also pulled out the staff and held it in her hand, and Lorraine opened the safety on both large-caliber pistols.
"Upgrade~!" Elena ordered decisively: "Send the signal, red, red and green."
The War Fortress of Fire Emblem rose rapidly. After Irina controlled the War Fortress, she quickly broke away from the formation and retreated quickly towards the south alone, leaving her companions to stop the Dark Mage.
Herod couldn't help being overjoyed and shouted loudly: "Lorraine is afraid, he is going to run away~!"
Although I don't know how humans think about giving up their numerical advantage, but for the lich, this is better because they don't have to take into account the threats of other war fortresses.
The lichs suddenly began to attack.
They faced the threat of Holy Light and fired powerful spells at the fast-flying war fortress.
Elena controlled the war fortress and couldn't help but dodge, maneuvering in a serpentine route from left to right.
In Lorraine's eyes, the war fortress is like a heavy and large bomber, and the lich is an extremely fast fighter jet.
They flew through the blind spot of the war fortress attack at high speed, launched an attack and then quickly escaped, fleeing away before the ascetics and mages could launch their attack.
Under their entanglement, the war fortress had to turn and change directions repeatedly, and its speed became slower and slower.
Lorraine had no choice about this. The lich would release powerful spells in front of the war fortress. Even though he knew they were doing it on purpose, the war fortress could only turn around in order to avoid being hit.
A swarm of locusts composed of dark mages rushed over.
This time they learned much smarter, and before they even got close to the shooting range, a large black smoke was released, shrouding the dark mage.
Viewed from the ground, the War Fortress is surrounded by a rapidly expanding black cloud.
The scope of the black cloud grew larger and larger, and soon enveloped the war fortress. The war fortress had to be raised to its maximum limit again.
The Dark Mage's Mist spells also rise accordingly.
The black mist finally formed a huge monster, and the war fortress plunged into the monster's sky and disappeared from everyone's sight.
In the war fortress, everyone suddenly went dark, just like it was dark, and the screams of lich and dark mages were heard together, like ghosts crying and wolves howling.
Various dark spells rained down on the shield of the war fortress.
Elena increased the power of the mana shield to the maximum and burned the magic crystal regardless of the cost. However, after suffering hundreds of attacks per second, the shield was overwhelmed. It shattered with a "pop" sound.
"Come on~!" The lich's urging voice sounded outside.
It was pitch dark outside, and St. Bolian could not see anything, but he quickly turned the accumulated holy power into a beam of holy light and shot it in the direction of the sound.
A scream came from the darkness.
The ascetic monks and dark mages began to blindly release various spells to prevent the dark mages from approaching.
At the same time, the dark mage dug into the outer shell of the war fortress, making crackling sounds. Unfortunately, the corrosion and toxins that the dark mage is good at pose little threat to the thick walls.
If it were replaced by the elemental mage's explosive fire, it would be able to smash a big hole in the war fortress.
Acid and poison splashed into the war fortress through the windows, and several mages were injured at the same time. Fortunately, the damage was not serious.
The group fought around the war fortress for several minutes. The war fortress kept dragging its heavy footsteps and flew southward tenaciously.
The Lich felt that continuing to fight like this was not an option. After all, there were still eleven war fortresses hidden there. The impatient Lich ordered loudly: "Come in. There will be a heavy reward for killing Lorraine."
Lorraine's mocking voice came from the war fortress, saying: "Come. If you don't come, you are a puppy."
The dark mages stopped their long-range attacks, put on defensive mana shields, and suddenly rushed towards the war fortress.
They were greeted by various spells and holy light. Those who rushed at the front were killed and injured without saying a word. As soon as their figures fell to the ground, the dark mages behind them surged up again.
The large number of dark spells hit the fortress and the mages couldn't hold their heads up.
The ascetics had to attack and protect the people of the war fortress, and they were very busy.
Under the cover of the spell, the dark mage is only a few steps away from the war fortress.
Lorraine even saw a dark mage stomping on the back of the injured companion in front of him and kicking him to the ground.
That guy must have snatched your girlfriend, Lorraine thought to himself, and then watched him rush into the war fortress.
Before the dark mage had time to be happy, a big stick as thick as a bowl suddenly swung out from behind the door. The force was so strong that it directly broke through the protection he had supported, and hit him hard in the chest and abdomen with the stick.
Lorraine only heard the sound of broken bones. The dark mage who was hit spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying out.
Vera snorted coldly, but before she could be happy, Lorraine grabbed her and pulled her back.
The front door was soaked in venom, the floor was corroded and white eyes appeared, and a choking smell came out.
Seeing that her smooth floor was corroded like a pockmarked face, Elena, the owner of this war fortress, immediately went berserk. She would not allow anyone to spit here.
Elena handed over the control to her adjutant, and with a dance of her staff, she rushed forward, and with a swift click, she stunned the two approaching dark mages, causing them to fall straight down. They would definitely not survive.
But a cunning dark mage had been hiding in a blind spot on one side of the vision. When Elena had only one spell to use, and before she had time to accumulate magic power again, she flashed out from the side, grinning triumphantly and pointed her staff at Elena.
Elena screamed inwardly, and when she was about to resist, an arm stretched out from behind her and pointed straight forward. She held a beautiful large-caliber revolver in her hand and moved her index finger slightly.
There was a loud "bang", and the sound was so loud that Elena's ears screamed sharply.
The arm was seen moving up and down, and an orange-red flame was spitting out from the muzzle.
The upper half of the dark mage's head in front of the door was missing, leaving only half of his mouth and neck, which fell softly as if he was deflated.
Lorraine stood up from behind Elena, put the revolver in her right hand into Elena's hand, and said, "Leave this to me, and you can take care of other places."
The cold pistol was much heavier than Elena expected. Her hand flicked and she tightened the handle of the gun and asked: "Where are you, boss?"
"Dealing with the undead is one of my specialties~!" Lorraine flipped his right wrist, and a dazzling battle soul sword appeared in his hand.
The white light went up along the arm and enveloped Lorraine in an instant. The milky white war soul armor turned into a solid body and covered Lorraine's body, looking like the angel described in the "Divine Code".
Saint Brian and the ascetics nodded in approval.
Hundreds of years later, the reappearance of the Divine Blessing Knight cannot but be mentioned as a grand event for the Holy See of Light. Although this Divine Blessing Knight had some minor problems, he made the Pope's belly bigger and gave birth to a baby.
but……
However, who has never been young and done many ridiculous things.
Anyway, the "Divine Code" says that only the most devout believers can become Divine Knights, so everyone can just think that Lord Lorraine is the most devout.
Who dares to say that Lord Lorraine is not pious? Doesn't that mean it is wrong to criticize the "Divine Code"?
At this moment, Lorraine looked as coquettish as a human-shaped light bulb.
He stood majestically at the door of the war fortress, looking at the dark shadows that were about to move in the thick fog, and said impatiently: "If you want to come, hurry up, if you don't come, get out. My girlfriend is still home for dinner. I don't have time to talk to you.
A bunch of idiots are spending their time here."
The lich in the thick fog had his nose twisted with anger. He screamed and turned into a sharp sword and rushed straight towards Lorraine.
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