Ride and Cut

In the last mile outside Allen City, the flying dragon and air cavalry in the sky are already in sight.

"Judging from the previous investigation report, the number of undead residing in Allen is not high, but the quality should be relatively high." The lord was making the last warning before the battle, "Don't underestimate the enemy."

There was silence in response to Li Cha, and the team had automatically arranged into a vector attack formation. Their eyes were as calm as water, as if they were not about to face a big battle, but just an outing.

Taking a neat step, the tiger spirit has a lightness and agility that completely doesn't match its tall stature. Like a fierce tiger howling in the mountains and forests, after dormant, it launches a fatal blow to its prey!

They are obviously infantry, but in terms of speed and momentum, they are probably much more terrifying than most cavalry!

As an agricultural town, Columbine had no city defense at all. It was ravaged by the Pompeii Expeditionary Army and the undead one after another, leaving basically only a large area of ​​white land.

Li Cha was planning to bring someone around to stab him with cold knives, and he would definitely gain a lot of advantage if he was willing to fight unintentionally.

But for the undead, a relatively high rank often means that they are relatively intelligent. Even if the visitor has the same kind of breath, they still realize that something is wrong at least a thousand yards away, and echo and roar endlessly.

In an instant, it was like throwing a stone into a calm lake, causing waves. The undead wandering around the ruins of the town began to gather, dragging their dirty and decayed bodies to launch a counterattack.

That being the case, there is no need to continue to maintain the half-dead state.

The sudden breathing of a living person even seduced the resuscitators to go crazy! Running, roaring, tearing, the ferocious face is full of hatred! It seems like an evil spirit from hell, only wanting to devour all living beings!

The Tiger Hunter stopped unhurriedly, and began to shoot freely calmly. Their proud shooting skills are just right at this distance. Facing ordinary zombies, mummies and the like, they can almost wipe out an enemy with a single arrow.

Triple shot, which is quite a high-level archer skill for other races, is a standard skill for almost everyone among Tiger Spirit fighters, and some outstanding ones can even perform tricks such as quadruple and five-shot.

There are only a thousand people in the area, but the rain of arrows shot is definitely enough to suppress four or five archers at the same time.

If faced with the same number of cavalry, they don't need infantry guards at all, and they can shoot and kill their opponents on the way to charge!

But in the face of those big men with stronger bones and thicker skin, the effect of arrows, which rely on piercing to cause damage, can only be said to be effective, and it is difficult to kill them in one blow no matter how accurate they are.

Not only stitch monsters, Li Cha even saw many zombies that looked like giant rhinoceros! This kind of famous half-orc pillar is more than three and a half blades tall, but it is reasonable to say that it has been extinct for many years.

The last time it appeared on the mainland dates back to the early days of the Elven Empire, when humans didn't even understand what magic was.

The Giant Rhino is known for having a layer of horny skin that is not inferior to armor. If it appears on the battlefield wearing heavy armor, it will become a meat grinder that can almost run amok!

But now after transforming into a zombie, the defense will only be stronger and will not be weakened!

Even if the strength of Tiger Spirit's armor-piercing heavy arrows is exaggerated, it often takes more than a dozen shots to the head to bring down one. And these big guys are not stupid, they actually know how to use shields or arms to cover up their vitals.

"Catch the small ones and zoom in, don't waste your energy on them." Li Cha rolled his hands into trumpets and covered his mouth, shouting loudly.

Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, it happened to be a reasonable experiment to experiment with the "infantry-priest coordinated tactics".

There is almost no delay in the command of the elite. As soon as the target turns, the ordinary undead will immediately start to suffer again, and only those big men with rough skin and thick flesh will be released.

They probably felt the breath of victory, and waved their weapons to become more excited, unaware of the approaching danger.

"Go eat shit!" The lord sneered. Raising the magnetic gun, "bang" personally sent a giant rhinoceros zombie back to eternal darkness.

The explosion sound was the signal, followed by hundreds of holy light spells that were already ready to go, slowly drifting past.

For living creatures, holy light is the lowest level of magic that can heal minor injuries, mild and harmless. But when it hits the resuscitator, the effect is simply not too strong!

The two energies with completely opposite attributes begin to neutralize each other as soon as they come into contact. Embodied on the body of the undead, the gentle holy light is ablating the body like concentrated sulfuric acid at this moment, which is extremely terrifying!

They don't feel pain, but even so they are howling! That is the last trace left in the world when the twisted soul is about to dissipate!

Regardless of the giant rhinoceros zombie or the stitch monster, facing the fire of the holy light magic, they are all vulnerable beyond imagination!

You must know that this is only the lowest level of divine art, even these two-wielding priests who have become monks can use five or six in succession without any effort!

At the same time, Higuain just happened to lead the dragon cavalry to the sky above the battlefield, and swooped down to cast a burst of dense black dots towards the most densely populated undead.

These black dots don't seem to be big, and the momentum of the fall is not violent. It can be predicted that even a skeleton soldier cannot be killed by kinetic energy alone.

After falling to the ground, it cracked and shattered. The inside was actually full of milky white clear liquid, which splashed everywhere as the container exploded—it was the holy water that the lord got from the church.

To be honest, it was easier to ask them to cooperate in terms of offensive timing, but so much holy water almost didn't force Bishop Paul to hang himself on the spot.

If it weren't for the lord to tear his face off, he would use all kinds of threats and tricks. Even if the royal family of Pompeii endorsed him, it is absolutely impossible to get nearly half of the inventory of the Church of Pompeii at one time.

After all, it is not distressing to use something that was picked up for nothing, and it is impossible for another person to be willing to spend it so profligately!

But the effect is also extremely remarkable. This kind of extravagant super-equivalent blow directly blew up the undead's offensive.

The Ripper warriors put away their bows and arrows and replaced them with melee weapons, and rushed into the city of Allen like a whirlwind.

On the main road, countless undead stood silently, facing the most hated living, they were as silent as sculptures. There was an open space between them, and an old man in a sky-blue bishop's robe stood in the center.

He was holding a green book, and his eyes seemed to be glued to it, unwilling to move away for a moment.

"How dare you! How dare you!" The voice was like a twisted poisonous snake, cold and slippery, "How dare you desecrate the Holy Land!"

In Pompeii, which has a deep foundation of belief in the Ice and Snow Goddess, most people can know his identity as long as they see the clothes, and Richard is of course no exception—the Patriarch of the Ice and Snow Goddess Church, under the crown of Sebastian.

Since leaving Pompeii, he has never appeared in public again. Many people speculated that he was persecuted to death, but now it seems that it is purely blind worry.