Chapter 46 Misunderstanding [Crying and Shouting!]
Thousands of necromancers rushed into the mage camp, and the necromancers who had just escaped ran into them, and were instantly wiped out. The necromancers who were fighting immediately realized that something was wrong. How could the necromancers come as friendly forces?
Attack them?
However, they forgot at this time that just now their relationship could not stop them from killing each other, so how could it be impossible for the undead warriors to swing their butcher knives at them now?
Driven by the human surname, the necromancers who were originally fighting each other slowly stopped fighting. Except for a few necromancers who were entangled by David Mo, most of the necromancers actually gathered together vaguely.
Suddenly someone started shouting: "Although we can't defeat that demon, we can still fight against those group of warriors! Both the left and right will die, so why don't we all fight against these shameless warriors together!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of echoes erupted from the crowd: "Okay! Let's fight them!"
"I have long disliked these domineering warriors! I will die with them today!"
"We mages are easy to bully! Let them know how powerful we are today!"
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However, there were also those who were calmer and couldn't help but say: "Once the charges of killing friendly troops are known to the superintendent, I'm afraid all of us will suffer a lot."
Someone soon retorted: "Why do you care so much at this time! Didn't you see that the grandsons of those soldiers killed us first!"
With the support of this mainstream thought, the Necromancer finally began to set up a large formation, summoning the huge monster to attack the warriors, and large swaths of spells rushed out to pounce on the Necromancer warriors on the opposite side.
The undead warriors who were killing happily were suddenly attacked, and their momentum was blocked for a moment. Many undead warriors were caught off guard and killed. This caused the undead warriors who had been charging casually to gradually stop and gather together.
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A row of grudges spread out, forming a human wall to block the Necromancer's attack. A large circle of Necromancer warriors surrounded the commander and discussed the current battle situation.
An undead warrior knelt on one knee and reported: "The attacks of the Mage Legion are very intensive, and we cannot penetrate their attack for the time being!"
The commander glanced at the magic attack of the mage on the opposite side and asked coldly: "Harta, what do you think we should do?"
Harta was the fat deputy commander. He sneered with a puffy belly: "Give me five hundred soldiers, and I will personally lead them to break the formation!"
The commander Felifu pondered for a moment and said: "Okay, you lead five hundred people to break their camp for me, and then I will lead the people to attack!"
Halta didn't waste any time, and quickly summoned his undead warriors, raised his arms and shouted: "Brothers! Come with me to enjoy the ** of these necromancers!"
After saying that, he unfolded his nine-layered dark yellow fighting spirit mask and took the lead to charge away. Seeing how brave he was, the undead warriors who were originally demoralized instantly became more morale and shouted: "The Lord is above! Please give us the power to defeat these traitors!"
Five hundred people rushed towards the mage's camp. Seeing this, the mage over there quickly continued to increase the intensity of spells, and released another wave of powerful spells!
Halta seemed to have the courage to be brave enough. He did not give way when he saw the black wind ball overwhelming the sky. He held a big knife in front of him and used the nine layers of fighting spirit in his body to withstand the blow.
attacks on the body.
At this time, the energy and blood in his body were boiling. His ability to continue persisting depended on his strength. When he saw that he was about to rush into the mage camp, a big knife whirred and slashed at a bronze-level necromancer in front of him. He raised the knife in his hand.
A black mist suddenly rose, making the murderous intention in his heart even more intense.
Five hundred people, led by Halta, broke into the mage's camp. The fight caused great chaos, and the originally orderly spell attacks disappeared.
"The undead warriors are coming! Hurry up and summon the Hell Flesh Demons to help!" Seeing that the warriors have charged in, the mages are much calmer than they originally appeared.
Although David Mo's Silver Level 9 killing them was like chopping melons and vegetables, they didn't have much fear from the bottom of their hearts towards this group of undead warriors who were quite powerful.
The Hell Flesh Demon was originally summoned by them to attack the boy in white, but because David Mo was in a large formation, the Flesh Demon couldn't attack at all in the camp. Now with the huge Undead Warrior,
The target can just be summoned to attack them.
The huge body of the Hell Flesh Demon finally swayed again, slowly walking towards the camp of the undead warriors step by step, waving its huge arms, and a force like a mountain roar and a tsunami swept across the right wing of the entire warrior legion.
Dozens of undead warriors were wiped out in ashes by this huge blow. Ferif, who was originally planning to lead others into the formation, saw this and quickly led a team of people to rush towards the monster.
He just heard him yell: "The guards are coming with me, and everyone else is going to support Deputy Commander Halta!" Then he led his men to attack the raging monster.
A layer of silver-white fighting energy spread out from his body, and he jumped up with a huge force from his legs. The black giant sword burst out with a burst of death energy, and the surging sword struck directly at the head of the Hell Flesh Demon!
There was a loud "bang" sound, and the giant sword struck the head of the Hell Flesh Demon, and actually cut off a huge piece of meat from its head! Under the severe pain, the Hell Flesh Demon let out a wail, and tightly
Then with an angry roar, a pair of huge iron fists rushed directly towards Ferif.
When the guards around him saw this, they all displayed their fighting spirit and charged towards the Hell Flesh Demon, waving their weapons. For a time, under the leadership of Ferif, more than forty undead warriors actually fought to a draw with the Hell Flesh Demon.
At this time, David Mo in the distance shot away the last necromancer beside him, and a burst of black mist burst into the air, instantly scattering on the ground. He killed nearly a hundred necromancers in a row, but his mental power was also being consumed, and he no longer knew what to do.
How long can it last?
He was slightly out of breath. Just as he was about to gather his energy and rush into the crowd of mages again, he found that there was no one around him. Looking up, he saw a black mass of mages and warriors fighting each other in the distance. He couldn't help but feel confused.
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Only Anisha in the distance observed the entire situation from beginning to end. Although she didn't know the details, she had seen through the general situation on the battlefield. Looking at David Mo who was forgotten alone, she couldn't help but shook her head slightly and sighed.
: "This guy is really lucky."
At this time, David Mo did not continue to fight into the formation, but stood not far away and looked coldly at the group of undead legions who were fighting each other. Looking up at the somewhat broken walls of Sharpo City, he couldn't help but think.
He said: "I don't know how the people in the city are doing now."
Bullying is an unchanging law of nature. Although the Necromancers were beaten to death by David Mo, facing the Necromancer warriors who were equally powerful as themselves, they used almost all their unique skills in their lives.
The casualties on both sides were extremely heavy. The highest mage in the mage legion was only at level 8 bronze. Fortunately, there was a Hell Flesh Demon who could stop Ferif, the strongest member of the warrior legion. Otherwise, they would have been just a bunch of lambs to be slaughtered.
Half an hour later, the death toll of the guards led by Ferif has reached 30, and there are only a dozen guards left around him. However, this hell flesh demon has also reached the end of its power, and Ferif will use all his last mental strength.
After forcing him out, he finally cut off the monster's head with a sword.
With a loud "bang", the body of the Hell Flesh Demon fell to the ground, twitched twice and turned into a puddle of black water. Ferif couldn't hold it up anymore and sat down on the ground. The battle just now was almost
It exhausted all his mental energy.
He looked at the scene on the battlefield in the distance, and a sense of sadness welled up in his heart. It was tragic, it was too tragic. Back then, he led this undead army across the entire Shalbo Province.
A month ago, the command of the mage army caused Korver to die on the borders of the Sharbo Province. Korver was a necromancer with the same level of Silver level strength, and he died in such an inexplicable way.
So the Governor gave an order to lead this undead army to plunder the entire Shalbo Province to avenge Korver. Unexpectedly, when he was about to massacre the city of Shalbo today, this would happen.
A very painful internal strife.
The legion that originally numbered in the thousands now looks like there are less than 300 people left. Even if the Governor completes his orders after this battle, how can he have the face to continue living in the world!
The mage army had already been killed by David Mo. In addition, the strength of the mage army was already a little inferior to that of the warrior army due to the cannibalism. The lack of a leader made matters worse, and now it was almost completely slaughtered by the warrior army.
The remaining two hundred or so undead warriors tightly surrounded the last few dozen remaining mages. It was this group of hateful mages in front of them that actually caused them such heavy damage!
Dozens of mages were surrounded in a small circle, and when they were about to be destroyed, they suddenly launched another spell in an attempt to break out of the encirclement.
Halta, who had been severely wounded, saw that they still dared to resist. Anger burst out from the bottom of his heart and shouted: "Kill all these despicable and shameless villains!"
In the end, under the charge of the undead warriors, although the necromancer resisted to the death for a while, the disparity in strength was too great, and he was finally completely wiped out after killing nearly a hundred undead warriors.
Leaving behind a seriously injured necromancer, Haltar grabbed his collar and returned to Ferif with the remaining 100 necromancers.
Hartar threw the mage to the ground, put a black sword on his neck, and asked coldly: "Why do you want to kill each other!"
This question has been plaguing all the undead warriors. Ferif also looked at the mage gloomily, trying to get the truth from his mouth.
The mage was already scared to death, and he just cried: "Sir! Misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!"
The sound of his crying made Ferif upset for a while, and he slapped him in the face with a slap as big as a casserole, and roared: "You're so damn stupid for crying! Tell me clearly what's going on!"
After the mage was slapped by him, half of his face was swollen. He was about to continue crying, but saw Ferif's slap raised again. He was so frightened that he sobbed twice and quickly explained: "We... everyone
They were fighting each other just to escape!"
Halta was confused after hearing what he said. He picked him up and asked fiercely: "What the hell are you running away from? Why are you running away? Tell me clearly!"
"A ninth-level silver warrior broke into our camp..." Seeing that Halta was about to beat him again, he quickly looked around and saw a young man in white standing dozens of feet away.
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As if he had found a life-saving straw, he pointed at the boy in white and shouted desperately: "That's him! It's him who broke into our camp!"
A large group of undead warriors looked in the direction he pointed, only to see a handsome young man holding a silver gun looking at them. His eyes were cold and seemed to have no trace of human fireworks.