Chapter 38: The all-out battle between the Army of the Dead and the Legion (2)
Under the night, the patter of rain drowned out the subtle sounds. The troll did not realize in time that the danger was already following him.
A troll finally felt something was wrong and looked in the direction where his companion had fallen.
There was no one there.
Rain gurgled down on the hard rock, and the abnormal ripples could faintly reveal that there was something mixed in that was not rainwater.
What's on the ground?
He immediately drew out his machete and approached sideways. A short spear warrior patrolling nearby noticed his movement and immediately came over.
"What happened? Where is that idiot Hui Mu?"
"Shh." The Scimitar Warrior leaned down warily and touched the wet ground. He raised his hand and looked again. In addition to water marks, he saw a pool of strange viscous liquid stuck to his fingers.
"Living corpse!"
The warriors who guard the pyramid are already familiar with this mucus - it is the secretion of the rotting body of the infected body. The scimitar warriors also shouted a warning at the first opportunity.
The most terrifying extraordinary creature above the demigods, led by the small army of death, the death knight who walks in the gap between life and death has arrived!
We were separated by the undulating terrain, scattered manors and houses, forming eight turbulent tributaries, retreating from the eighth road to the suburban cemetery, the town and the eight bases of the pyramid... Although the hatchery of dead creatures is very cruel and dangerous, but there
Behind the confused Xiaojun, it looked like a candle in the wind.
The scimitar warrior rolled over almost instinctively, dodged another bone tail that was approaching Chi Chi, and chopped it off with a single stroke of his hand.
Beside the altar at the top of the low pyramid, Venosis smacked his forehead, smiled and said to Erza next to him, "You blocked the low-level priest at the mountain road to the north. I turned into a troll. So.
It seems that the other low-level tyrannosaurus lords may not have some factors mixed with the mutation of the giant beast."
"Surrender, or die."
"You have to be afraid! It is just a puppet stitched together with rotten flesh. After leaving the slavery of the death knight, it can be regarded as a truly extraordinary creature!
On the only way to the eight bases, Vinoxis had already deployed a hundred young beasts! They flashed out from the shadow of the building and fired a volley at the running legions.
Commodus was also flustered. Seeing that the team was about to collapse, I gritted my teeth and lowered my voice to encourage the tribesmen:
"As long as you sacrifice him, all the rituals required by your master will be learned, and her wings that cover the sky will come again."
Just behind the Tyrannosaurus team, a pair of huge ice bone wings spread out in the white darkness, and the jumping Xuezui Cyclone was imprisoned in the huge sternum. It looked at the prey like a blue one-eye, eight wings composed of countless bones.
The giant arms wielded bone chains, bone shields, bone spears, bone sickles and giant axes, and their long tails covered with bone spurs whipped wildly in the strong wind.
Commodus's answer was to walk out of the guard directly.
The night was bright, but Han Songde still had to face the pressure of the Beyelan Expeditionary Force. I waited, then lit the forest in the distance, and the small army reflected in the fire swept over like dark clouds, especially white.
At that time, in the town on the cliff, the Griffith Legion rushed to the rescue.
"Slow down, destroy these hatcheries!" Griffith's officers and sergeants issued orders one after another, even if the formation was separated, they had to accelerate their retreat.
All the Han Songs had been frightened to death, and when they saw Gulatoni appear, their faces were all red.
We are the veterans of Beyelan, the elite troops who followed Han Songde's expedition. We left room for maneuver between the squadrons, and lined up in 8 deep columns to slowly press forward. The enemy who must have not learned the most dared to attack the military formation, and any shields and
Even the armor can block our full 20-yard throw.
As long as the cemetery and town are destroyed, the production and forward reinforcements of the dead army will be cut off! Burn the white crystal tower, and the white mud will shrink and disappear!
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"Hoo-ho-"
As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp bone tail pierced the chest of the short spear warrior beside him, and his body was hung high.
The icy-hot cyclone swirled around the knight and the skeleton horse, followed closely by the white darkness, and the withered wail was singing.
The scimitar warrior screamed and was dragged back into the darkness. I struggled desperately and slashed with my sword, but I was still lifted up like a frog bitten by a poisonous snake, until it was lifted to the back of a huge grinning mouth...
2,000 Han Song pikemen were organized into 20 auxiliary squadrons to form the first line, and the legion was deployed on the seventh line.
50 squadrons, 4,700 heavy infantrymen. Each heavy infantry wears a helmet decorated with red feathers, a breastplate and greaves. In his right hand, he holds a small shield covered with a hard leather copper plate, and in his left hand, he holds a 2-meter shield.
A long armor-piercing throwing spear.
The low shouts that inspired the soldiers suddenly turned into murmurs. The Tyrannosaurus looked at Han Songdes, who was encouraging Xiaojia, staring blankly at the narrow white passage behind them, speaking in horror.
A huge undead monster blocked the way of the tyrannosaurus, and its deep roar lingered in the heart:
Han Songdes pulled on his burqa and mutated into a ferocious creature up to seven meters tall. It looked like a troll on the inside. Its body was covered with strong dark green scales, and its nails were extremely sharp, even shining with a heart-warming cold light. The thick ones were
When the long tail flicks, it makes a roar that breaks the sky.
"It's up to you to deal with the Tyrannosaurus," Erza said with concern, "Let him concentrate on fighting Griffith."
Suddenly, there was a roar like a rain shower outside the air, followed by the loud sound of metal collision and screams. The spearmen and legionnaires charging at the rear seemed to have hit a wall, and suddenly there was a sudden and unusual sound.
The ground suffocated!
There were sickening splashes and crackling sounds from the feet, and the soldiers' boots stepped down on the spread of white mud. The disgusting decay was almost as if it would make people's ankles sink, and the speed of pushing back became faster.
The most horrifying thing is that there is no Tyrannosaurus face under the crocodile-like head of the troll. It seems that it has not been distorted by extreme joy and confusion. It opens its mouth and howls wildly:
"ah--!"
"Things of extraordinary level are dead creatures!"
The sharp spikes, which were more ferocious than throwing spears, pierced the flesh and blood, tearing the soldiers into pieces of flesh and blood! These pieces of flesh and blood were sprinkled on the ground, and they immediately condensed, and were consumed by greed in just a few seconds.
The thirsty white mud has been digested!
"Hanson of Zul'Haka.
"You're screwed!"
As soon as the knight appeared, the small ground was polluted, and there was a surge of white mud. The seven hooves of the skeletal horse trampled the mud, and the splashing white mud even dyed the rain on the night with evil and chaos!
"Let him see the true power of Zulhakar!
"That's a rotten corpse!"
In the hazy rain and fog, an indescribable figure slowly emerged.
There was the sound of chewing in the white darkness.
"The Apostle of the Ability God, he took great pains to ambush you outside, but he didn't bring the cursed army with him. The death knight who left the zombie tide was just a weaker monster.
My voice seemed to reverberate and hit outside the cavity for a long time before it came out, making people feel no panic and urge to turn around and run away immediately.
"Arbiter of Bones Gratoni!"
This knife was like cutting on metal. The scimitar warrior had no time to check the result. He turned around and rushed towards the camp, shouting for help. However, before he could take a few steps, a pale bone chain whizzed past.
The sharp claws at the end were nailed under his thighs.
My existence is assimilating to the surrounding environment; everywhere the iron hoof goes seems to be smeared with ink, and the bright and dark aura spreads and expands with a faint and incomparable aggression!
"You have already calculated that the Human King's army has not arrived at that time, and it is completely possible for the Death Knight to fight me..."
My eyes shone with a breathtaking crimson light. Looking directly at that light, my soul seemed to be sucked back into a bottomed vortex.
"It actually blocked you behind..."
I looked like a scholar, wearing a robe. However, when I walked out, my face was distorted, my body slowly expanded, my steps became lighter and lighter, and my eyes glowed with a fierce scarlet light:
800 musketeers equipped with the latest muskets completely replaced the old-fashioned archers and slingers, and the skirmisher squadrons and brigades gathered in small square formations for seven weeks.
"It's just a two-front battle, you can handle it," Venousis shook his head, "His divinity is only temporarily suppressed, and it will be safe if he loses control again; not to mention how can the general reserve team make another rash move."