The lord is red again

"I knew it would be like this. Sometimes the undead you can rely on are on the opposite side, which is also a headache."

Linde paused suddenly, but no one knew why.

Under the helmet, his eyes seemed to be looking at a certain empty space, and he was quickly searching and browsing something on it.

"Do you really want to catch me and make me suffer a loss?"

He looked around, even turning his main enemy into air and ignoring him.

"There are still too many enemies. After this battle, they will all be old, weak, sick and disabled."

He took a deep breath and calculated quickly in his mind. In the end, he found that the success rate of the calculated result was quite high, at least higher than the undead under Archduke Hein who rushed out now and were wiped out in a wave.

The situation was so bad that when Linde and others tried their best to snatch the followers of the Mechanicus and eliminate the dwarves, the undead under Archduke Hein also arrived.

Linde didn't need to go out, but his own people had to go out.

Because it was time to kill people with the highest and fastest efficiency.

Lind stepped on the ground that was constantly exploding, and the ground began to bulge upwards, like a volcanic eruption.

His extinguished armor still remained dark red in the high temperature, like a piece of charcoal waiting for a handful of firewood and then burning again.

The high temperature made him very calm, and his energy was endless. As long as the flames did not go out, he could keep fighting like this.

But this was not the case for the dwarf war god. The high temperature disturbed the air, causing Lind's body to twist constantly in his sight.

The flames flew behind Lind, gathered, and then turned into a pair of flaming wings that covered the sky.

He raised his height and rushed up.

The huge space of the dwarf fortress provided enough room for his actions.

Summary How big a wing can make such a huge body fly? The answer is that it covers the sky. Looking up, it seems that the top is completely covered by the flaming wings.

"Isn't this the Flame Wing?"

I chopped down an enemy's undead and looked at the figure in the sky in surprise.

In recent research, they found that the previous hypothesis was not valid.

The so-called assumption is: NPC skills are more powerful and cooler than undead.

This is a trick to balance the undead and NPC, but there seems to be no balance in this game. The output of the wizard is always the first, and he is always the favorite son. The number of undead is unbalanced, and the undead can be killed casually with human sea tactics. BOSS that cannot be dealt with in this stage will not be stopped.

Maybe it is for the pursuit of reality.

But when he saw Lind flying in the sky, the huge burning wings spread out, he couldn't help but doubt.

It seems that the skills he and others have learned are still castrated versions.

He is like an invading sun.

"Retreat!"

If Lind fell from the sky at this time, I dare not imagine how wide the range of damage would be.

Is Lind crazy? Otherwise, why would he attack indiscriminately.

A large number of dwarf soldiers rushed into the battlefield, looking up at the dazzling figure in the sky.

They quickly used all kinds of magic they could use, shields, armor, stones, and piled up everything to try to block the doomed terrifying attack.

Sparks flashed in the eyes of the dwarf war god.

As a "lucky man" who received the power of the alien, he noticed the gap between himself and Lind. Neither of them relied on that power.

That was the power of bewitching. Accepting that power was an accident, but they were vigilant and believed that they should try their best to eliminate other people who had this power.

They were mortal enemies when they met, and they both believed in each other's judgment.

"Roar!" The dwarf war god raised his head and roared, his armor shattered, his body was slowly getting bigger, stronger and bigger.

His skin was blood red, his eyes were completely occupied by red light, and even his face and neck were covered with blue veins. The violently beating heart was quickly sending blood to every part of the body, making the blood vessels look like a fast twitching and wriggling snake.

The collision of the power of heaven and earth is coming, and everything may be buried here.

The solid fortress cannot protect the interior.

Lind floated in the sky, feeling the excitement and mania of the fire power pouring into his body.

The blessing props on his body began to work.

Just like a drop of ink dripped into Lind's blood, in an instant, the dazzling "angel" that covered the sky and the sun turned dark, and the dark flames burned wantonly, devouring the light.

It was dark in an instant, making people feel helpless.

"I master the power of fire, and even my heart turned into fire," Lind looked at the roaring figure below, "whether it is the Molten Flame Knight or the Master of the Furnace, at this moment, I am the fire."

His black flame wings trembled, and he could even feel the black flame's unclean holy grail trembling and shouting excitedly. Rather than trying his best, Lind would rather call his action an energy explosion.

Although he did not continue to swallow the potion to gain more knight path power, every time he recovered a god recently, he would let the other party leave him a coat of arms.

The NPCs did not understand, but Lind saw a lot from the perspective of the undead.

These powers intertwined with each other, circulated in a specific way, and amplified each other. When the final output was output, what effect would be erupted, only the enemy who bore it knew.

The operation of power is complicated. When the power in one's body increases, it takes a lot of effort to sort out their order and consider every change.

Fortunately, more than 20 kinds of emblems are still within the tolerance range for the time being.

Linde dived down, and the entire "sky" collapsed completely as he fell.

A dwarf soldier could be seen jumping high. The madness and fear in his mind made him make a very unwise choice. Although he might not survive if he escaped, his current situation also told others what would happen if he rashly touched the black flame.

Everyone could see that his body suddenly became limp and his eyes were blank. That was a sign of his soul being defeated, and then the flames, and the splashing flames spread to his teammates behind him.

The colorful light splashed, like a plague flame that would burn wildly at the touch. The body of the ignited person began to burn with black flames, and then entered a state of soul being defeated.

A team disappeared just like that, but no one would care about that, because the darkness completely suppressed and destroyed everything.

Linde turned into a giant war god, swooping down to kill the dwarf war god. He had injured the other party before, and now was a good opportunity. The huge and heavy body did not restrict Linde. After getting used to this power, he felt more refreshed.

The dark flames surged, but silently.

However, a thunderous roar broke the silence. The dwarf war god was still roaring, but his breath was completely cold.

There was only one winner, a giant in armor, with black flames burning under his feet. Perhaps from today to a long time later, no one would want to recall this scene, especially as the slaughtered party.

The number of undead casualties began to increase wildly in the middle and late stages. Protecting every Mechanicus believer became their primary task. Even the fragile wizards chose to sacrifice themselves at the first time and use their bodies to help resist the fatal blow.

Under this eager escort, the confused iron lumps finally left the dwarf fortress. They didn't understand why this battle started, and they didn't understand that their lives were so important.

But it's always good to be alive.

"Don't be afraid, buddy. I'm here, you'll be fine." The undead with green hair and extremely ugly looks was talking to the iron lumps of the Mechanicus.

Fortunately, Tie Lump had seen something weirder than this, otherwise he would have doubted whether he had entered the hands of some more terrifying evil god and became its captive.

They were not very confident, but this group of weirdos was too enthusiastic.

"Do you want to eat? Do you want to drink water? Forget that you are Tie Lump, what do you eat? I have ore, energy stone, and animal teeth here."

The mechanical believers looked at the things stuffed into their hands, looked around, and found that everyone was similar, with their hands full of things, which made it difficult for them to walk.

The heart of the machine was suddenly filled with warm current. Who said that Tie Lump couldn't feel the temperature? This is a magical world, and they felt full of love.

What a group of good people.

...

"Report, a large number of undead people were found!"

As the temporary leader of the maintenance retreat team and one of the candidates for the legion leader, the Deep Angel was flying in the sky. He had just been robbed of the title of "Angel" by Lind.

"Undead?" The Deep Angel was surprised, he didn't feel it.

"It's still half a day away from us at most, maybe even faster."

A hero-level undead can move quickly for half a day... Doesn't that mean it's still very far away?

He wanted to ask how the other party knew, but suddenly remembered that there seemed to be an information sharing network between the undead that made it difficult to distinguish between the enemy and the friend.

In other words, when one side knew that the other side was approaching, the other side also knew about the situation of the other side.

Fighting with open cards is absolutely terrible, because there is no choice but to fight head-on at this time.

"What's the specific situation?" The Deep Angel asked bluntly.

If you don't use the information, you have a brain problem. Time is tight, and he must ensure that the information is timely enough. As for the authenticity... he can relax a little.

However, the situation was beyond the Deep Angel's expectations.

"The other side dispatched 31,100 undead, of which 22,000 were wizards, and the rest were melee professions of knights. The team was led by the Northern Goddess Silent Sister, and there was a group of giant wolves, which should be the power obtained from other continents. We are now at a disadvantage." The information given by the undead was very detailed.

Not only the approximate number of people, but also detailed intelligence.

The reason for this situation is very simple. Someone started a live broadcast and used a magic sand table to reproduce the situation of the two armies in real time.

In order to ensure the clarity of the data, they also listed detailed data tables of various professions, numbers, MVP kills, etc., to ensure that when you see the data table for the first time, you can know the current level of the fight.

"What is their goal? To wage war on us?" The Deep Angel still couldn't understand why a strong man suddenly attacked.

It may be related to his lack of understanding of the forces in this plane.

If it is to destroy their own side, they should be disappointed. Gods have "immortality". After death, they can be resurrected by Lind, and the energy required for resurrection is simply inexhaustible.

The undead are even more inexhaustible.

The Deep Angel was suddenly shocked, because he thought that after this battle, the number of undead casualties increased. Now there are only more than 10,000 people left, and they are physically exhausted, props are seriously consumed, and the wear and tear of weapons and equipment cannot be ignored.

On the other hand, the opposite side is fully armed and has an absolute advantage in number.

We are not qualified to fight a war of attrition.

"It seemed to be the dwarves at first." The undead said, "Then soon an undead told Grand Duke Hein about the situation here, and then they decided to attack and rob the iron lumps."

Although I don't know what the use is, it's right to rob.

Although Grand Duke Hein's behavior is a bit brainless, and even seems to be over-praising Lind, it must be said that his choice is correct.

If it succeeds, Lind will have to suffer a big loss.

"Go back!" said the Deep Angel, "We can't go on, go back to the fortress!"

"Ah?" The undead was surprised.

Isn't that catching a turtle in a jar?

The mission that should have been won is now doomed to lose because of someone else's intervention. Some undead are already cursing, and some are frantically contacting relatives and friends. No matter whether the Fog Rain City will completely collapse and explode, they will first group the undead under Grand Duke Hein, and then squat on their faces.

The mission has been issued, and the undead have to go back, but the situation in the fortress is not optimistic. They did not really occupy the fortress, and the battle there is still at the end.

The retreating team could hear the loud sound of "boom" and "boom" when approaching the dwarf fortress.

Linde had not stopped his terrifying attack. With that scale of smashing, a mountain could be flattened.

But this also proved that the situation inside was very bad.

The black flames overflowing from the already somewhat dilapidated fortress showed what the situation was like inside.

"Some people stayed in front to block it. Damn! It came too fast. The rest of us protected our iron buddies and retreated!"

My Huanqu would not lose and took the initiative to stand up.

At this time, he had no choice. Whoever had the fighting power would go up, but this was the central area of ​​​​Wuyu City, which was several days away from the War Throne. If he died, he would be resurrected directly in the War Throne. By the time he ran back, it would be too late.

Thousands of undead people took the initiative to stand up. Their armor was soaked in blood, and there were injuries on their faces and bodies. The situation of fighting was definitely earlier than expected.

"Roar!!" The roar came first.

In the valley ahead, a huge figure quickly shuttled forward.

A dozen monster wolves rushed to the front with a lot of smoke and dust, clawing at stones.

The undead under the King of Kings followed closely behind.

It was as if the monster wolves in front were responsible for sweeping like a rake, while the undead behind were catching accurately like a fine net, and would never let go of any fish that slipped through the net.

At the back, you can also see some warriors with obviously different shapes from the undead.

My ring will not lose. My eyes flashed, and then locked onto the drooling giant wolves. Because they were running fast, the wolf hair on their bodies lay flat on their bodies, and they set off waves as they ran and jumped.

"Bang--!" At the first collision, several undead were overturned.

A monster wolf bit the arm of the undead, shook its head wildly, and tore it into several pieces.

The war is not over yet, and the fierce battle has just begun.