On the battlefield where the smoke still lingers, broken guns and broken spears are intertwined, and several headless corpses lie side by side.
Not far away, a soldier pierced the chest of the undead in front of him with a knife. The long knife passed through the corpse of the undead and made a big hole, but it did not cause fatal damage to it.
At the same time, the wizened face of the undead pulled the rotten muscles and seemed to show a mocking smile. Seemingly mocking his incompetence, at the same time, the right hand with only pale bones suddenly stabbed out a sword. The mercenary watched as he was struck by the sword. The undead warrior who penetrated looked at him with a sneer, and also sneered in return.
"Now your weapon is gone..." Then blood spurted out from the corner of the soldier's mouth, while his hands tightly held the sword-holding hand of the undead.
Because he had already seen a soldier rushing up, swinging his sword towards the enemy's head. The undead instinctively felt a sense of crisis coming from behind, and wanted to pull the sword out of the soldier's body, but found it difficult to pull it. , when I looked up at the soldier, I found that he was wearing a smile.
"The undead are nothing more than that..."
The head of the undead fell in response, and there was not even a drop of black blood on the dry neck, but it fell slumped to the ground. The dying soldier smiled and nodded at the other soldier. When he saw the other soldier nodding silently, the soldier slowly sat down Stopped and then turned his gaze to Ramiel...
The sun pierced the sky in the distance, and colorful butterflies flew and stopped, circling the buds that were about to bloom. Farther away, a little girl in a white dress was playing on the grass. Her face was a little unclear in the sunlight, and she seemed to be aware of it. Someone was looking at her. The little girl raised her head, was stunned for a moment, then scattered the scattered flowers and leaves in her hands, and ran over sweetly...
"It's dad..." That familiar voice suddenly brought all the vague memories back...
"Theresa…"
A head fell to the ground, and bright red blood spurted out from the neck cavity. The soldier who withdrew his sword was silent. What he chopped off was not the head of the undead, but the head of his comrade, just to prevent the undead from obtaining the source of the corpse. Everyone chose this cruel method.
He was so peaceful before his death. He must have thought of the happy days of the past. If I die in battle now, will anyone still remember me?
The soldier was a little sad. Death was not terrible. What was terrible was that he was so lonely when he died, and no one even remembered him.
I felt that the sword was stained with stinking blood and soaked the cloth wrapped around the hilt. It felt greasy. Maybe it would fall away next time I swung it.
The soldier was thinking wildly and was a little dazed. Then a sharp pain came from his chest. When he looked down, a dark sword hilt with internal organs had penetrated his chest. He clearly felt that his breathing began to fail and his strength began to disappear, and then The next moment, the sword tip disappeared from the chest.
The warrior who lost his support fell to the ground, while the undead warrior who successfully attacked made a "cough, cough, cough" sound in his throat, preparing to find the next target.
But just when he wanted to move, he found that his feet seemed to be stuck deeply in the swamp and could not move. The undead warrior lowered his head strangely. It turned out that his ankle had been held by the warrior's big hand. He tried again and still could not get away. Under the control of the warrior, the dark green eyes glowed with green light due to anger. Just as he was about to swing his sword to fight, he found that the opponent's eyes were looking far away, and he followed the opponent's line of sight.
In the distance, a mage was reciting a complex spell. The red fire element between the palm of his hand and the staff began to jump away. Then the mage pointed his staff at himself. The undead warrior had a blazing fire element that began to burn.
The illusion of your own skin.
The undead warrior swung his sword, and the hand holding his ankle was broken at the wrist. The bright red blood soaked into the dense white bones, but the palm holding his ankle was still tightly held.
"It's too late..." The soldier whose hand had just been severed was vomiting blood and was indifferent to his injuries. Instead, he watched the flaming missiles getting closer and closer with blurred eyes...
Whose memory will I live in in the future? The soldier suddenly felt a little emotional...
After all, the undead warriors did not avoid the attack of the flame missiles. The huge flames exploded on the two of them with a loud noise, swallowing them up directly. Then the flames disappeared, and there were broken limbs and body parts on the ground. It was no longer possible to distinguish them.
Whose piece is it?
In the distance, a severed hand that was blown away has been stained with blood and burned by flames and has become terrifying. But if someone is willing to overcome their fear and pick it up, they will find that there is a copper ring on it, which can be vaguely seen.
The handwriting becomes blurred as time goes by….
"...the love of Speed's life, Keira..."
The middle-aged mage withdrew his staff. The flaming missile had drained all his energy. If the warrior hadn't controlled the movement of the undead warrior, he might not have had any extra magic power to track the undead warrior.
As a noble mage, for the first time, he had a crush on those lowly, sweat-smelling warriors, but only a little bit.
Soldiers should go and die, right? But when the war is over, maybe I can try to understand these low-level people.
The mage thought in a soothing way. The drying up of his magic power made him a little tired. Then he unconsciously reached out and touched his belt. When he touched the cold metal belt, he realized that all the sobriety potion had been wiped out. After thinking about it,
, he piled up his robes, picked up the dagger and made another cut on his already scarred arm.
Pain can wake you up!
He vaguely remembered the teacher's teachings, and a hint of respect appeared on his gloomy face. Then he seemed to remember something, and suddenly his face became extremely ferocious. No one knew what this uncertain mage was thinking.
Kenny is nothing! I am your best student! I am a noble, he is just a pariah!
The mage suddenly couldn't control his anger, and then looked around the battlefield angrily. He was at the front among all the mages, even on the front line than many soldiers. No one liked this arrogant mage, but
But no one dares to question his spirit. He has been fighting at the forefront of the battlefield with several soldiers. Now the situation is gradually collapsing, and the human front is gradually retreating. Only his team is standing still, but now there are fewer and fewer soldiers protecting him.
, and I can’t hold on for much longer.
Looking at the other mages who were surrounded by warriors behind him, he showed a disdainful smile and spat on the ground.
"A bunch of trash!"
The mage used a trace of magic power recovered from the injury to release a small ice bullet, which instantly froze an undead warrior who rushed forward. Then the warrior who protected him raised his knife and cut off the undead's head.
The soldier protecting him was a little tired, so he turned around and said, "Sir, why don't we retreat first? If this continues, we may not be able to hold on for long."
The mage seemed to be offended by the warrior's cowardly words, and he became so angry that he struck the warrior's back directly with his staff, a ferocious expression on his face.
"Go back to your place, idiot!"
The soldier's words soon came true. Although the mage kept adding new scars on his arms in order to restore his magic power, such a small team was unable to cope with the endless undead troops. The soldiers protecting him also fell one by one. When finally
Before a warrior fell, the mage still remembered him turning around and shouting to himself
"Sir, we can't do it anymore, please retreat quickly."
"Do I still need you to teach me how to do it?"
Without the protection of the warrior, the mage had to directly face the attack of the undead warrior. Just as he was about to use arcane missiles to repel the undead in front of him, he felt the long sword thrust from the side. The newly gathered mana dissipated instantly, and this
The attack also made him miserable.
More and more enemies surrounded him, and several swords came at them. In a hurry, the mage once again made a scar on his arm and shouted loudly.
"Steel and Stoneskin!"
Then several weapons hit the mage, but they did not cause any damage. They only made a crunching sound, but the robe on his body was shattered by the sword.
Seeing his noble self in such a state of embarrassment, the mage suddenly had a crazy look on his face, and stabbed his thigh heavily with the dagger. A burst of pain came, and the mage could feel his blood and magic power gushing out like a fountain.
Then he propped up his body, supported it with his staff, and walked step by step towards the depths of the battlefield.
With every step he took, a trace of red light would jump over his body. The robe on his body had already been torn into pieces by the attacks of countless undead warriors surrounding him, exposing scars everywhere, and the mage's expression seemed to become more ferocious.
By the end, he was completely enveloped in red magic elements, and his figure was no longer identifiable.
Then, in the distant place where the undead warriors were densest, all the mages felt that the elemental power of destroying the world began to collapse in disorder, and the airflow began to rapidly gather there. After a few seconds, a huge explosion occurred, and the dazzling light instantly illuminated the entire place.
On the battlefield, all the undead stagnated without realizing it, and then a huge shock wave knocked everyone to pieces. But in the place affected by the big explosion, all the undead warriors had turned into broken bones...