Blue Sword

Saruman had not felt angry for a long time since his transformation into a wight.

Of course, if the other party just greets his female relatives, such as forcing some vulgar super-friendship relationship or something, Saruman will definitely not be easily angered.

However, to a wizard, it doesn't matter if you insult my personality, but you cannot insult my intelligence! After all, Saruman is a senior military wizard who has served in the army for three years, but he was actually said by the other party that he was "like a graduate who just walked out of school." This comment was simply unbearable to him!

Relying on his undead physique to suppress the anger of being humiliated, Saruman stared at the human male through the sight of the invisible banshee, and suddenly noticed that the other man seemed to have no intention of escaping.

Have the opportunity!

He quietly manipulated the surrounding ghouls, quietly approaching from both sides and behind the opponent's blind spot. At the same time, in order to attract the opponent's attention, he controlled the banshee to emerge from the invisible state and said:

"Human. How do you know that this is a tactic in our undead military drill?"

"The Military Code of the Undead is not a secret." Ask said, "Who doesn't have a few undead friends?"

"Could that friend you were talking about be..." Saruman continued to talk nonsense, and secretly quickly issued the order for the attack.

Several creeping ghouls had already approached about five or six meters from behind. This distance, considering the jumping ability of the ghoul's lower limbs, is just a matter of pounce.

The ghoul suddenly jumped up and bit towards Asik's back. It didn't even make a sound in the air, so much so that Saruman couldn't help but shout in his heart:

succeed!

Immediately afterwards, a row of gunshots exploded, including the ghouls flying in the air, as well as the skeleton archers at the rear who were ordered by Saruman to stand still to paralyze Asik. They were once again like wheat in the wind. The bullet knocked him down.

Saruman:? ? ?

Lobster gunner! Damn it, how could I forget them!

Only then did he react belatedly. Due to this strange presence on the battlefield, not only the tactical rhythm of the Highland Swordsman-Lobster Lancer combination was affected by him, but also Saruman's attention was firmly attracted by him, even forgetting that the Lobster Lancer every other Something that can be shot in a while.

However, this guy obviously didn't forget this, otherwise he wouldn't have stopped suddenly in the middle of running, and deliberately talked to me to divert my attention... Hey, so it turns out that the person whose attention was diverted was me!

Saruman, who finally figured it out, was so angry that he almost vomited blood. Of course, as an undead corpse witch, there was no blood in his body, so he only felt a suffocating flame burning in his chest. He couldn't put it out, and he couldn't spit it out. It was so uncomfortable that he died.

"You human being, you are so cunning!" With the help of the invisible banshee, Saruman angrily accused the other party, "You actually use such a despicable trick!"

It's not that my brain is not bright enough, it's because you are too cunning and I was deceived by you!

"Deceived?" Asik was stunned for a moment, and then showed a somewhat dumbfounded expression, "Is it just you? There's no need..."

With a click, Saruman lowered his head expressionlessly and saw that the staff in his hand had been broken by him.

The Highland Swordsmen have charged forward again and are fighting with the remaining ghouls.

Saruman, who was hiding in the distance, tried his best to calm down and finally returned to the unruffled state unique to the undead.

Then he looked at the battlefield and decided not to provoke that strange human being anymore - that guy's words were really disgusting, and his anger level rose after talking to him for a few words. Saruman felt like he was losing his life if he said a few more words to him. ...It can make the undead who have no life expectancy feel like their life span is shortened, which shows how disgusting this person is.

Skeleton Archer! Holding the broken staff, Saruman began to give orders again. Attack those highland swordsmen...

Before the order could be issued, a gunshot suddenly rang out and penetrated his bone shield.

Saruman's position is located at the corner of a hillside about 500 meters from the edge of the battlefield. He surrounds himself with a layer of earth-gray bones. The color is similar to the color of the hilly soil next to it, so that he can move seamlessly like a chameleon. Integrate into your environment.

Saruman, who was extremely confident in his camouflage ability, first reacted, "This is probably a stray bullet fired on the battlefield..."

Immediately afterwards, the second bullet penetrated the bone shield again and shot into his eyebrow.

The corpse witch's head suddenly exploded violently like an inflated balloon, but the headless corpse did not fall down immediately. Instead, he pushed forward with both hands, quickly thickening the bone shield in front of him, and his legs immediately bent. Use the time when the bone shield blocks the opponent's sight to lower your height as quickly as possible to avoid being penetrated again by the opponent's next blind shot.

Another blind shot hit his chest again. To be precise, after he crouched down and lowered his height, it still accurately hit his chest, as if he had already known that he would squat to this position.

How could he... A bitter feeling flowed through the remaining spirit consciousness, and the corpse witch Saruman fell backwards to the ground.

As the spirit body was annihilated, the physical body, which had relied on the blood of the undead to remain incorruptible, gradually turned into ashes.

The highland swordsmen were still fighting the ghouls, and suddenly they noticed that the movements of these terrifying night hunters stiffened. If they were as efficient as a cooperative and orderly pack of wolves before, now they are more like waving their claws and biting based on instinct, and the threat to the highland swordsmen was quickly reduced.

The lobster gunmen on the hill behind, especially Commander Eric, could see it more clearly. They saw Aske, who was charging, suddenly stop, then conjure up a rifle and fire three shots into the far corner of the battlefield.

Some people with particularly good eyesight could see bullet fragments splashing on a slope on the opposite side from a distance. Then, the sea of ​​undead soldiers, which was originally running at high speed like a war machine, suddenly became stagnant and blocked.

Not only did the performance of the ghouls decline, but the condition of the skeleton archers became even more obviously weakened. Like unconscious zombies, they began to slowly walk around without direction. Occasionally he would draw his bone bow and shoot an arrow at the nearby highland swordsman, but his movements would be limp and without any strength.

The Plantagenet mercenary group, which has fought the undead more than once, certainly understands what this means.

The commander who commanded this undead army was killed by a sniper when the man casually fired a few shots from a distance!