Ride and Cut

"Did the sun come out from the west this morning?" The lord of the Alpine Fort put down the telescope tube, turned his head and looked at the people around him in confusion.

"Your Majesty." Dracula stood proudly on the corner of the wall with a scarlet cloak fluttering in the wind, his pale and handsome face was full of seriousness, "I think that if you determine the corresponding direction is west, then the sun rises from the west."

"Uncle Richard, why do you say that?" Sinclair's hoarse voice was very distinctive.

Originally, she should have withdrawn to the Evening Forest, and stayed in the name of accompanying Annie. In fact, everyone can see that this tomboy is extremely aggressive by nature, and he must be restless if he stays behind.

The lord put his eyes on the binoculars again to confirm that he was not old and dim-sighted—the group of "high-ranking undead" were holding up a skeleton leg bone tied with a white face scarf, and waving it wildly like desperately.

The meaning represented by this move can basically pass through the entire known civilized world-surrender, admit defeat, and lose.

To use any vocabulary to describe it, in short, it means that you think you are invincible and are ready to give up resistance and beg for mercy.

Li Cha couldn't help but have a question in his heart - would the undead also fly the white flag? Or the other way around, are the undead who can fly the white flag?

He waved his hand to stop the bed crossbow salvo. There are pre-buried sound-transmitting copper pipes in the castle, and there is almost no delay in commanding.

"If the little bunch of undead don't take the initiative to attack, don't hurt them."

Leaving a confusing order, Li Cha jumped down from the top floor of the castle. The undead striker had already arrived seven or eight hundred yards away, and the full-scale confrontation was about to begin, how could he be absent as the main general.

The tiger spirits and centaur archers arranged in the castle took the lead in attacking. With the condescending geographical advantage, even at this distance, they can still guarantee considerable accuracy and power!

"Fairy hum!"

The flying arrows were as dense as a grate, nailing countless resuscitators to the ground like combing lice.

The gap in long-range firepower between the two sides is even bigger than the difference in numbers, but it has to be adjusted. The skill of those skeleton archers is not even inferior to that of living soldiers. The weapons in their hands are old but still reliable, and they can be called the best of their kind. Coupled with fear of casualties, stable morale, and abundant physical strength, the combat effectiveness can even be said to be good.

But in front of the pinnacle Alpine Fort shooter, the bow and arrow in the skeleton's hand is as weak as a cotton prick, it is not a level of confrontation at all!

In particular, they still follow the teachings of their own lords, always regard their peers as high-sequence targets on the battlefield, and their priority is second only to mages!

So before they even had time to enter the range and release an arrow, the few skeleton archers were called out one by one, and they were honored to become the first all-in-one battle-damaged unit in the field.

"Enemy spellcasters are gathering!"

Without the reminder from the sentry on the castle, the lord has already seen it.

The army of undead in front of him really has a bit of background, and he unexpectedly assembled a spell-casting team composed of about twenty liches and soul samurai. As the mantras were chanted, the writhing corpses beside them swelled up like blowing air, spewing out pus-green smoke, like an accidentally broken gas tank.

Corpse Explosion, which belongs to the category of wind-type variants and highly-poisonous-type, which can no longer be a niche category, uses highly toxic smoke to attack the enemy, and it can be called an elemental version of biochemical weapons.

This spell has always been regarded as the strangest of the strangest and the unpopular of the unpopular. Although it is possible to inflict endless spread damage on the enemy, it is easy to shoot yourself in the foot if you are blown back by the opponent with a strong wind.

Therefore, corpse explosions are rare on the battlefield, and normal commanders would not want to touch such an unstable thing.

But right now there is no similar trouble for the undead, because they have already died once and are naturally immune to most toxin damage.

Moreover, the fact that elemental users have higher intelligence seems to be universal, even undead are no exception. After summoning the poisonous mist, they actually didn't trigger it, allowing themselves and their companions to surround themselves.

The dwarf artificial soldier who was about to use the bed crossbow to snipe at a fixed point was suddenly blinded. Looking at the expanding green smoke, no one knew where the target was hiding!

"Hehe!" The lord raised his eyebrows, very surprised.

They probably noticed that the obliterating magic steel crossbow arrows have a miraculous effect on the magic shield, knowing that they can't resist it, they actually figured out a way to use the poisonous mist as a smoke bomb.

Among these liches and samurai there must have been quite powerful spellcasters during their lifetime, otherwise it would be impossible to retain such a flexible understanding of spells after being transformed into undead.

"Let me come, let me come!" Nehru licked his triumphant smile, yelled and fiddled with the smoke state switch, and after a while, shot out a khaki condensed light.

Goblin alchemy has finally shown its shocking side again today after thousands of years of dust!

Starting from the point of contact between the light and the poisonous mist, the misty transforms into substance and slowly spreads around, like living water frozen by low temperature!

If this method is used to deal with human mages, don't expect it to be effective at all!

Without a connection to the volcanic leylines and an endless supply of elements, the speed at which the smoke condenses is very limited. As long as the other party has some brains, he will withdraw immediately after discovering the abnormality, and it is impossible to let the situation develop.

But an undead is an undead after all, and it is extremely difficult to function with a shriveled brain, especially when encountering incomprehensible situations.

When the poisonous mist surrounding them turned into reality, the undead casters were like fish trapped in ice, unable to move anymore!

"A bunch of bastards!" The kobold shaman spat hard, immersed in the illusory pleasure of suppressing all the opponent's spellcasters alone and couldn't extricate himself.

It seemed to see the day when he was promoted all the way and finally became a magister. Wearing a luxurious robe, showing the majesty of the Supreme Mage to the world.

He smirked and wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, completely oblivious to the sudden flash of ripples in the air behind him.

A vague gray cloaked ghost appeared out of nowhere, holding up the exaggerated long-handled curved sickle in his hand.

At the last moment, Nehru also seemed to feel the faint chill behind him, and the smile on his face was about to turn back.

It was too late—the scythe of nothingness slashed across his neck, without causing any visible wounds, but it had already wiped out his vitality.

The giant monster shaman next to him responded quickly, raising his hand was a chain of lightning. The blazing electric light flashed four times in a row on Youhun's body, and immediately exploded into a wisp of blue smoke!

People will die in war, which is the most normal thing. It is simply a daydream to expect that the opponent will always follow his own script and never fight back!

At this moment, the tide of undead that covered the field of vision had rushed to 300 yards away, and they suddenly accelerated their pace.

The troll shamans were focused on releasing their own spells, and no one cared about taking another look at the dead Nehru.