The Rise of the Cemetery

The first to attack was still the crossbow in the camp.

These arrows soaked in holy water in advance are extremely lethal to undead creatures.

Dozens of feathered arrows pierced the night sky with screams, and landed on the heads of the undead creatures like locusts.

There was no need to aim during the whole process, and the crowd of undead couldn't dodge, and these feather arrows didn't need to hit the vital parts of the undead. Once the power of this holy water penetrates into the undead creature, the power that erupts is also amazing.

The low-level undead twisted their bodies in pain, trying to get rid of the endless burning, but they couldn't do it. A burst of white smoke emerged from their ugly and evil bodies, and their sharp screams could be directly engraved into people's hearts. The size of the undead became smaller and smaller, and was finally burned up by the holy water. Except for the black dust left on the beach and the flowing sticky black liquid, one immortal soul after another completely disappeared into this world.

However, the number of undead creatures was their greatest reliance, even if the arrows rained down, they could not stop the tide of corpses from approaching the camp's outer defense line slowly but firmly.

Although the soil outside the camp was loose, the mercenaries worked hard to dig out a half-meter-deep ditch, which was also filled with diluted holy water.

The flood of corpses soon flooded the puddle.

Once the rotting zombies crowding the front fall in, there's no way they'll ever get out alive. Amidst the continuous "呲呵" abnormal sound, countless zombie skeletons were eroded by the white smoke of the "holy water", and finally turned into mottled bones and ashes.

But such a shallow pit only needs twenty or thirty rotten zombies who are not afraid of death to fill it up. So amid the flashes of fire, the tide of corpses continued to rush towards the rear camp almost after a simple pause.

At this time, the mercenaries and church knights at the forefront of the battle were less than ten steps away from the front of the tide of corpses. With the light of the beating fire in the camp, they could already see every detail of the undead creature on the opposite side.

The indigo rotting body covered with acne, the bloated and almost gender-indistinguishable skewed face, and their signature yellow and black mouth full of sticky saliva. Some of the mercenaries have good eyesight, and they can still see the disgusting corpse worms wriggling in the big mouth.

Faced with this situation, except for a few resolute fighters, most mercenaries and some church knights who had never experienced similar scenes could not help feeling horrified. A fear from the depths of their souls almost instantly took control of them. body.

In the face of fear, some people hold the weapon even more tightly, and can't wait to wave it round and round, keeping these ugly and terrifying guys at a distance, regardless of whether the opponent has yet to get close. Others, already shivering, their weapons trembling slightly, if it wasn't for the comfort brought by their companions surrounded by them, they would have turned around and fled in fright.

This kind of situation didn't just happen among the mercenaries, even many church knights showed fear. After all, this team is only temporarily recruited, and many of them are low-level knights who have come out to travel and experience.

"Bless bravery and protect against evil!"

As the dean of the first district, Priest Heyman had already expected this. Under his shout, a series of brilliant "heroic halos" and "protection against evil" began to bloom on the soldiers in front.

An aura of heroism that prevents friendly creatures within the aura's range from panicking, as long as you remain conscious.

Protects against evil and protects the blessed object from evil breath.

With the aura of heroism, the people who were a little floating just now became firm again. The existence of protection against evil prevents the fighters from being reduced by the negative energy wrapped up by the gathering of large groups of undead creatures.

Although these blessings can be done by church knights who are at the forefront of the battle, most of them are single, and it is difficult to complete group blessings like priests and priests.

With the help of divine magic, the shining mercenaries, knights holding shields and raising swords fought with the undead creatures that slowly rushed through the wooden box array.

These undead creatures, which are usually extremely difficult to kill, have now become building blocks of carrion and dry bones. The so-called hard skin can't stop the chopping of the sacred weapon with the "blessing" at all. Even the rotting zombies known for their rough skin and thick flesh can't withstand two or three attacks and will collapse, becoming a stepping stone for the successors.

Almost as soon as the battle started, it had already fallen into a white-hot state.

The mercenaries and knights at the forefront of the battle, relying on the strength of their armor and shields and the comprehensive improvement of their physical fitness brought by the aura of magic, let out excited roars one by one, chopping down the undead rushing through the camp without hesitation. Take advantage of the scene.

But the tide-like undead creatures are not powerless broilers. Every time their greenish-black sharp claws and bone knives and bone swords hit the opponent's armor, they created bursts of magical ripples. Under such continuous attacks, each of the magical blessings was quickly exhausted and became dim. At this time, it was the moment when human warriors and undead creatures really fought hand-to-hand.

However, there are a lot of priests behind the humans. Although they don't have too many divine magic auras that can be blessed in a large area, there are quite a lot of single-type recovery and blessing blessings. As they murmured prayers, beams of sacred light emerged on those mercenaries or knights who were under heavy attack, and "slow healing", "gift of courage", "gift of protection" and so on began to slowly emerge.

These single-body blessings are much higher than group blessings in terms of duration of action and effect. With them, the frontline fighters are not afraid of the corpse poison and foul smell of zombies, and they are completely suppressed in terms of strength, agility, and reaction speed. The sluggish zombie skeletons chopped them into pieces one by one like melons and vegetables.

For a time, the frontier of the intertwined melee, the human side was in good shape.

However, such a good situation did not bring the slightest comfort to Priest Heyman. Even under his strict order, those priests only performed group blessing once at the beginning of the war, and then they did nothing again, leaving most of the auxiliary work to the low-level priests.

Having participated in the last undead war, he knows very well that when fighting against undead, victory does not lie in momentary brilliance, but in endless persistence! Once upon a time, he was just an ordinary member of the human coalition. Facing the huge mountains of meat stumbling across the mountains and piling up under the city wall, even he was full of fear and uneasy. And the screaming ghost flying all over the sky, almost covering the blue sky, is even more his lingering nightmare!

The high-level undead are terrifying, but what is even more terrifying is the desperate number and madness of the low-level undead!

Perhaps it was the torment of that battle that allowed him to sharpen his mind, successfully promoted to the great priest, and in the short period of time after that, he made rapid progress to become a 14th-level head teacher.

This experience gave him a strong heart.

Seeing the excited shouting at the front line, the knives and shields knocking down the fragments of his own soldiers who killed the undead, he didn't have much joy, but pinched his fingers bit by bit to count the blessings of the priests behind him. The number of spells. Even with this group of priests, he didn't let them go to the crowd, but divided them into two groups. Once more than half of the magic power was consumed, he would switch to another group for rotation, and never let them consume their own power excessively.

Seeing the brilliance of all kinds of divine arts surging on the frontline soldiers, Priest Heyman secretly sighed inwardly. Still too extravagant! Now there are only low-level undead, as long as "slow healing", "heroic" and "protection against evil" are blessed, there is no need to add high-level "sacred weapons" and "revenge of light". Why did he order the priests and priests to produce a large amount of holy water before, wasn't it to avoid the consumption of divine spells at this time?

Priest Heyman turned his head to explain a few words, and a low-ranking priest beside him hurried to where the group of priests were, and was ordered to beat them up.

The opponent's high-level undead hadn't shown up yet, and the wave of corpses was just a small beginning. At this time, I don’t know how to save magic spells, so it’s far better to save some so-called magic spells to increase the lethality of the soldiers. It’s far better to save the lives of a few more soldiers in the later stage.

A "sacred weapon" in the early stage of the war is far less beneficial than a few "healing minor injuries" or "slow healing" in the later stage. This point can only be understood by those "veterans" who have experienced a real wave of corpses!

"Jie jie jie..."

At a high altitude where the light of the bonfire could not reach, there came the signature sinister smile of the ghost and resentful soul. Haiman raised his head to watch, but only saw a large group of darker shadows slowly covering the dark night sky.

The ghost is coming!

To be honest, the tide of corpses formed by zombie skeletons is terrifying, but it is these spirit bodies who can come and go freely and pass through walls as if entering no one's land!

How many times human beings have defended the strong positions with strong cities and giant trenches for days and nights without shaking, and they all collapsed and collapsed in a burst of hauntingly sinister laughter. If the human army is regarded as a well-functioning precision machine, then these flying spirit bodies are the gravel scattered everywhere, which can turn the human positions into scattered sand almost instantly.

Without organization and coordination, the human army is still too fragile compared to the massive undead!

It can be said that since the beginning of the war, the High Priest Heyman, who has been ready to go, has been waiting for this moment, and what he is waiting for is the enemy's ghost army.

It has been an hour since the fight, and with the strong assistance of the priest, the defense line composed of mercenaries and knights has not been broken by the undead. A large number of undead creatures fell, but the casualties of the soldiers on the human side were not large, which is why they are getting more and more confident.

The ghost army that came from the air strike did not choose to fight against the fiercest human fighters, but rushed straight to the group of human priests gathered in the rear. The blessing of these priests is indispensable for the reason why the human position can hold on until now, so it has become the priority of the undead leader to eliminate.