Invincible Undead Legion

"My lord, they will never last until the sun goes down. This is a good time for us to attack. The interior of the Holy See is empty. If we don't attack at this time, those magicians will free their hands to deal with us, and that would be bad!"

Beside Pierre, a gargoyle reminded him.

"Well, what you said is very reasonable, prepare to attack! Don't let Master Bai Qi be disappointed with us!"

"Brothers, get ready!"

The gargoyles waved their wings inadvertently, revealing their sharp teeth.

"Attack!" Pierre pointed forward, and the dense gargoyles in midair covered a large area of ​​the sky.

"Kill! Kill!" Pierre looked forward excitedly. No matter whether he voluntarily attacked or not, as long as he fights the Holy See, as long as he can eliminate the power of light, every undead will be excited from the bottom of his heart.

"Damn...! Is it a gargoyle? My lord, look! There are a lot of them!" The soldiers of the Holy See pointed to the commander in the middle of the sky.

"Oh?" Commander Lasriel looked into the air.

Countless question marks popped up in my heart.

"Why did the gargoyle attack at this time? Could it be that this was a premeditated attack?"

At this time, the Holy See didn't know that Jiang Mo had commanded the undead army. With so many undead blocking the way, the Holy See's sentinels could no longer find out the news.

Regarding this natural disaster, while the Holy See was furious, it was also trying to find the root cause, but no matter what, every undead must be wiped out, otherwise, the natural disaster will continue.

A single spark can start a prairie fire. The Holy See is not afraid of such a large-scale attack, but is afraid of the darkness hidden in a certain corner. If one is not careful, a second wave of natural disasters will immediately form.

All the human beings approaching this direction have been transferred out, leaving only a part of the human beings to support the logistics. Once the soldiers of the Holy See are dispatched, they will not have the right to return to the city.

Unless there is a normal rotation once a year, soldiers will return to the city to recuperate for a year after mutual inspection and verification.

Therefore, once it comes out, it means that life is already hanging on the blade. Whether the commander's command ability is excellent or not determines the life and death of these one million soldiers of the Holy See, which leads to the selection of each commander. is quite harsh.

The only commanders who were selected were all talented and learned, and it was reasonable to spot problems at a glance.

"Gargoyles? Are they all gargoyles?"

Laslier's eyes were deeply condensed in mid-air, and he discovered something strange that he had never noticed before. The undead finally had an organization like a legion.

"Return to defense! Order the soldiers to shrink the formation, hurry up!"

Lasriel's order was conveyed, and many legion commanders couldn't understand why they had to go back to defense? Just because of gargoyles in mid-air?

The 200,000 archers in the camp can be wiped out with only five rounds of attacks. Even if they are not completely wiped out, how many gargoyles are left?

However, even if this is the case, everyone must return to defense, and the commander's order cannot be doubted.

The light knights who rushed out fought while retreating. This was much more difficult than charging. There must be no worries about charging. When retreating, they had to run back while guarding against the bite of the undead, and they had to keep order.

"My lord, why did you order the retreat?" One of the legion commanders of the Holy See asked Lasriel.

Laslier looked at him slightly, and said with serious eyes: "This is not a random attack, be careful, the real enemy is coming!"

"My lord, how can there be any real enemies? My lord, the undead have not been wiped out, and the loss of such a retreat is huge!"