Legendary Hero

The documents brought by the scouts introduced the specific situation of Zacro's battle with the undead in the southern border.

The night before, they led 36,000 soldiers all the way south in an emergency to chase after the undead army.

The other party also found Zacro, so he fled south at night.

This time, Zakro was considered a veteran. Instead of chasing him, he set up camp urgently. He only sent scouts to bite on the back of the undead army, and planned to talk about it early the next morning.

As a result, something happened in the middle of the night.

A team of demons, probably only in the early 3000s, was led by the terrifying Abyss War Demons, about 150 of them. They brought nearly 3000 Vlo demons, who were as powerful as the captain of the knights, into the barracks in the dark.

At the same time, the undead army that was fleeing ahead quickly turned around and came back.

The soldiers led by Zakro were also really elite. They were attacked by powerful demons at night and did not collapse. Zakro and the generals led the soldiers to fight and retreat, retreating all the way to the north.

This battle, fought from midnight to early morning, blood flowed all over the place, and corpses were lying for dozens of miles. When the sun rose, the demons and undead took the initiative to retreat, and the battle finally came to an end.

According to statistics after the war, 13,000 soldiers were killed, two generals at the commanding level were killed, but less than 2,000 undead were killed, and even less than 1,000 demons were killed.

The reason is simple, because the undead and demons have dark vision, seeing night as day, but human warriors can't, because of this, they suffered heavy losses.

Zakro didn't dare to pester him, so he wanted to go north immediately, but the soldiers were exhausted after fighting all night, so they could only rest on the spot, which wasted most of the day.

In the afternoon, when the soldiers regained some energy and prepared to march, they found that more than half of the human warriors killed last night had fought again. They were infected by the dark breath and became undead, roaring and rushing into the barracks.

There was another burst of chaos, and the dark army that retreated before reappeared, taking advantage of the chaos to charge and kill.

Another melee.

During the battle, the remaining two commander-level generals were also killed, and Zakro himself was also seriously injured.

This time the battle took place during the daytime. After the two sides fought hard, although the demons were strong, their numbers were too small. They were completely killed, and the undead army was wiped out.

However, the loss of the army was also extremely disastrous. More than 16,000 people fell, and less than 7,000 soldiers were alive.

After the surviving soldiers burned all the corpses, they went all the way north, and now they have chased to fifty miles behind the army.

Joseph's eyes were red, and the hand holding the paperwork trembled unconsciously.

Twenty-eight thousand elites, most of the essence of the defenders of the Mosalun Bridge have been consumed for no reason. If they walk with the army and follow their steady strategy, how can they be attacked by surprise?

After a long silence, Joseph Martin issued an order: "Send 10,000 soldiers to respond. Let's move on!"

In the evening, the soldiers were picked up, and the situation was even worse than what was stated in the document.

There were less than 6,000 soldiers who could stand, and hundreds more were carried on simple stretchers. Judging by the injuries, even if he survived by luck, he would still be disabled, and he would not be able to go to the battlefield in the future. The contemptuous aura of the thirty thousand elites who had gone south had long since disappeared, and every soldier was downcast and ashamed.

All the soldiers were silent, a strong smell of blood flowed into the temporary barracks with the remnant army, and there were a few screams from time to time, the carrion birds outside the camp smelled the smell of death, and croaked loudly shouted.

"Where's Zacro? Where's the man!" Joseph yelled suddenly, but he didn't see the noble and proud disciple of the Juggernaut.

There was some commotion in the crowd, and some words came out in a muffled voice: "The general is gone."

It was a knight captain who spoke. He was stabbed on the face, and the wound was rolled up. He was very hideous: "The general said he has no face to see the marshal."

"Ha!" Joseph couldn't help laughing out loud: "What a shameless one! Coward!"

He almost roared, and the sound spread far away, almost throughout the entire camp.

In the grove outside the camp, Zakro, who was drenched in blood, also heard this sentence, and his heart jumped, and he felt a strong sense of shame.

The injuries on his body were very serious, one arm was cut off in half, and there were more than a dozen wounds on his body, several of which were fatal. If he was not dealt with in time, he would definitely die.

Zacrow knew that if he returned to the camp now, the priest would definitely heal him, and he could save his life, but it was only temporary.

When he arrived at the Mosaren Bridge, the angry Earl Maple Leaf would definitely chop off his head without hesitation.

Of course, after this defeat, he was not afraid of death, otherwise he would definitely return to the camp now, he just couldn't muster up the courage to face Joseph Martin.

Glancing at the camp from a distance, Zakro sighed and walked deep into the woods, looking for a quiet place to die.

Just stumbling forward like this, I don't know how long he walked, Zakro felt that his body was getting weaker and weaker, and his blood was about to flow out. One accident, his feet touched the roots of the tree, and the whole person suddenly rolled onto the dead leaves. Gasping for breath, I couldn't get up.

Looking at the blue sky through the gaps in the leaves, Zacrow felt that the world in his eyes was getting darker and darker.

"I lived a life of glory, but died in shame in the nameless woods, alas~" Zacrow sighed, waiting quietly for death.

I don't know how long it took, but it was already dark, and there was no light in the forest at all.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps entered Zakro's ears, and then a hoarse voice sounded.

"Is such a powerful fighter going to give up his life because of one failure?"

Zakro was already in a trance. The massive blood loss made him feel powerless all over his body, and he couldn't even speak. He could only slightly turn his eyes in the direction of the sound.

Who is the one? Just as he was wondering, Zakro felt a cold breath entering his body, which quickly flowed through his whole body, making him fall into the ice cave and at the same time making his empty body feel strength again.

He was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that there was a burst of disgust in his heart: "Necromancer! Get out of here, stay away from me!"

He saw a dark figure standing beside him and tried to stab him with his sword, but he found that he was not strong enough to take up his weapon.

"I'm Raphael, I used to be the archmage of the Primo family, and now I'm the recruiter of the Dark Legion, hehe."

"I've heard of you, Raphael the Plaguebringer, a disgrace to the Primo family!" Zakro only hated himself for being seriously injured, otherwise he would have desperately wanted to kill this bastard.

Raphael had no shame at all: "How much more honorable are you than me, soldier? Joseph Martin's words are still echoing in the woods. Listen, coward, coward, coward~every tree is saying that."

"Shut up, you dark slave!"

"Haha, I just like talking to you." Raphael circled around Zakro: "Do you think you are free? Isn't your family and your sense of honor a shackle? This is a chain of light, you You willingly served the Lord of Radiance and shed the last drop of blood on your body, but the paladins of the Lord of Radiance say you are a coward!"

"Stop talking, let me die quietly." Zakro pleaded in his tone.

"No, mighty warrior, I want to tell you that your life is not over yet. The first half of your life belongs to the light, and the second half of your life belongs to the darkness. You have gone on the wrong path. In fact, you were born as a child of darkness. Why should you suffer from that pariah?" The shackles of the Crusader Marshal who was born? Get rid of him, defeat him, let him kneel in front of you and lick your boots." Raphael Bell's voice was erratic, with strong demagoguery.

"No, I'm not his opponent. No one can beat him. Moro Vaughan was killed by him." Zakro shook his head.

A scroll was thrown on him, and Zacrow took it over and looked at it, shocked: "This is it?"

"The scroll of martial arts left by the Sword Saint of the Full Moon records his life's experience. Put a drop of blood on it, and you can get it!"

The legacy of the Juggernaut of the Full Moon? Zach Luo was shocked, and any warrior would be moved when he saw this thing. Driven by a voice deep in his heart, Zak Luo bit his hand and smeared the little blood in his body on the scroll.

Immediately, the silver light lit up, which enveloped Zakro's body, and then drilled into his head.

Zacrow seemed to feel great pain, opened his mouth wide and roared, but no sound came out.

After a long time, the silver light slowly converged, and finally condensed in Zakro's eyes.

Zakro stood up, and a thick and desolate voice came out of his throat: "The legacy of Moluogen is really good. In addition to martial arts, he even has his life's fighting experience."

"Of course. I fished out his head that fell in the Blackwater River. Although most of the soul inside has been lost, there is still a little essence left. How about it, Zach Luo, are you willing to become the master of death?" Servant?" Raphael asked.

"What can I get?"

"With the endless power of darkness, combined with the martial arts you inherited from the Red Moon Sword Master and the Full Moon Sword Master, you will become a peerless powerhouse on this continent. Even the Great Demon King Barclay will respect you as a master."

Zakro was silent for a long time before he said, "I want to change my face."

"That's no problem. If you like, I can change one for you every day."

"I'm going to change my name too. Zakro is a thing of the past. From today, my name is... Samel!"

"Samael, the Messenger of Death? A good name. Then Lord Samael, come with me to the south, where your people are waiting to contribute to you."

"good."

"We also have to move faster, the time is a bit tight."

"Why?" Samuel asked strangely.

"My lord, you don't think we are the only ones thinking about improving our strength, do you? That pariah has never relaxed. The legend is not his end. The master once told me that the force of the world is gathering on him. This is not true What a good thing, we have to kill him quickly!"