Ride and Cut

After a little analysis, it is not difficult to find that, apart from the astonishing number of undead army, there are several practical magic weapons.

First of all, there are quite a few legal units. You must know that it is difficult for most ordinary principalities to recruit 20 element users to accompany the army. It is a miracle that the undead with a higher threshold of casting spells can reach this level!

Secondly, there are all kinds of backbone undead such as the undead knight, and the number is quite large, so that the average quality of the entire army is not too bad.

Coupled with the Stitch Monster, which can tear down city walls by brute force, it will not be helpless even in the face of defensive facilities.

This configuration of the undead army is no longer a synonym for the lame pronoun that can be easily teased by a little cleverness in ancient legends. In fact, even Pompeii's regular army had to concentrate their forces and deal with them carefully!

But right now, all this seems to have lost its due effect.

The casters have only successfully released one spell since they joined the battle. To be honest, if they hadn't worked hard and were smart, they wouldn't have been so easily trapped and unable to move.

The existence of a large number of backbone undead has indeed improved the average quality, but it is still far from the opponent, and it is still only crushed.

Besides, Vera's divine blessing spell has a remarkable effect on dealing with undead, which further magnifies the gap.

As for the stitch monsters, they are tall and strong, which is not valid in the face of taller and stronger giants, and now even life-saving is a problem.

If the undead are also conscious, they will be surprised to find that the only advantage they can rely on is quantity.

But when it comes to how to deal with low-quality enemies with superior numbers, I'm not boasting. There is no one with more experience than the Ripper Legion. After all, not just anyone has the opportunity to face the overwhelming spider wave on time every month!

He didn't even use the fire oil barrels prepared in advance, just relying on one knife and one arrow to fight. The established rhythm is as stable as a well-lubricated machine, and the undead that keep coming up are more like dying.

Even if you are not afraid of death, even if you hate living beings, even if you don't fight until the last moment and never give up, you still can't bridge the gap as deep as the Mariana Trench between the two sides!

In the end, as the soldiers kept kicking the piled corpses into the Raging River to avoid getting in the way, they even temporarily blocked the river.

The war finally came to an end when the sun was setting, and there was no undead standing anymore.

It's just that almost every inch of land in the field of vision is filled with strange corpses. Under the dim light of the sky, it was as bloody as Shura's hell.

The endurance of the soldiers of the Ripper Legion is simply longer than that of animals. After a few hours of fierce battle, most of them did not show obvious fatigue. Groups of three or four gathered together, pointing at their results.

Li Cha arranged manpower along the river bank to guard against the undead who were not completely dead crawling out to make trouble, and opened the system panel to advance those who should advance.

He hurried towards the castle.

"Teacher, those people you asked us to pay attention to have been brought under control." The tomboy Sinclair greeted him hospitablely, with a flattering smile on his face.

She was dark in the first place, but she only had a mouthful of dazzling white teeth when she smiled at dusk.

"Why don't I know when I became your master?" The lord rolled his eyes strangely, and walked into the hall by himself.

The twenty "high-level undead" captured in the telescope tube at the beginning were really unusual. After encountering the Ripper warriors, they honestly gave up resistance and have been imprisoned until now.

It's just that they don't look like undead or high-level at the moment—they are filled with a very pure living breath, and their skin color is not as gray as it was before.

And apart from a few leaders, the rest of the dozen or so people were ordinary people who couldn't be more ordinary, including men, women and children. He was sitting curled up on the floor right now, looking like a refugee fleeing famine.

Higuain led a team of heavily armed tiger hunters to guard the side, but it seemed completely unnecessary, and even scared a few half-grown children.

Li Cha thought that if this was really the core of the army of undead, he believed that Abu could create a famous story that would last forever.

"Who are you guys?" The lord took off the blood-stained burqa and threw it away, and someone naturally reached out to catch it.

He showed off his skills today, creating a miraculous effect that a single leaf among thousands of flowers does not touch his body. Even though they were fighting non-stop, their bodies were not stained with much blood. This required a very clever control to do so.

Only he and Elizabeth can try this kind of flower work in the entire Alpine Castle, and the others are still far behind.

The leader of the "Refugees" stood up, a tall young man with dark green hair tied back casually.

Although he looks poor and ragged, he is worse than the beggars in Cologne. But Li Cha could feel that he was not weak, and it was this guy who flew with his sword back then.

With that skill, no matter where you go, you can easily become the guest of the local lord.

People with real abilities are always respected, even if he is as dirty as if he was just fished out of a pile of mud, it can't conceal the essence of being a handsome young man.

As a result, the young Junyan stunned the lord on the spot when he opened his mouth—"Can you give me a stutter first?"

He clutched his stomach and his face was very pale, and the sound of "gurgling" continued to echo in the quiet hall of the lord.

"..."

Li Cha beckoned, and someone brought over a fairly sumptuous meal immediately. It was almost dinner time, and they were all ready-made.

The refugees immediately surrounded them regardless and began to eat wildly. The momentum was not much stronger than the undead who hated the living, and the lord couldn't help but began to doubt their identities again.

After ten full days of starvation, Carlos was the only one who could maintain his sanity.

While trying to stuff things into his mouth, he kept talking about the general situation of his group intermittently, but in the end he was choked and rolled his eyes.

Alpine Fort's fine white bread is eaten too much, it is indeed easier to choke than the wood-slag-like black bread, and this taste makes him want to cry with happiness.

"Are you a sect?" The lord asked incredulously as he looked at the reincarnation of a dozen starving ghosts.

It's not that he has to watch people through the cracks of the door, but he just can't figure out what kind of mental retardation he has to get into this field and still be willing to believe in gods.

The way they ate had shocked the entire castle, and even the halfling cook came to join in the fun with a spatula, feeling that his labor had never been recognized as before, so he added a few steaks to them.

"Thank you for the gift of the gods." An old man muttered while eating, almost making the lord laugh angrily.