From Skeleton Soldiers to King of the Undead

Chapter 22 You just want my soul fragments, right?
"careful!"

Seeing Roya charging over on a moose, the expressions of several mercenaries changed.

The shield warrior roared angrily, his burly body muscles bulging, and he raised a huge square iron shield to block the front.

The swordsman pulled out his long sword with a cold face, ran quickly, went around to the side of Roja's sprint route, lowered his body like a cheetah, and was ready to go.

The archer's eyes were steady and he fired his bow repeatedly, but the target was not the fully armed Roja, but the carrion moose beneath him.

A barrage of arrows flew towards him, and Roja waved his spear and easily deflected them one by one.

"puff!"

The archers were very skilled, and arrows hit the moose's neck and chest one after another.

However, this kind of flesh damage has no effect on the moose, which has long since turned into a carrion and is driven entirely by the power of the undead.

The mage waved his wand, and ropes of wind blocked the moose's feet, trying to trip it down.

Roja snorted in his heart and controlled the moose to jump slightly to avoid these spells.

However, more than a dozen wind ropes soon wrapped around him and the moose, trying to slow down their sprint.

The mage is really troublesome!
Roja held a gun with one arm and stabbed repeatedly in front of him. A burst of gun shadows came out that were too fast to be seen.

The tip of the spear is precise and flexible, finding every wind rope like a poisonous snake biting.

Bang bang bang bang... all the wind ropes were exploded by him!
"How could it be?!" The female mage's face turned pale. Her mana consumption was too great and she could no longer use powerful spells.

"Ho ho ho!"

At this moment, the swordsman ambushing beside the path roared with a ferocious expression and suddenly rushed out.

He held the sword in both hands, ran quickly in an arc, and attacked Roja from the side.

Luo Ya glanced at him, stretched out his arm, and dense white spider silk formed a large net and flew out.

The swordsman looked sharply and slashed with his sword.

However, the sharp sword blade could not cut through the sticky and flexible spider silk. His whole body was instantly entangled in the spider web and he fell to the ground.

Roja thrust out a spear with one arm, and the powerful force knocked him away.

The opponent's leather armor could not block the sharp gun blade at all. The flesh was penetrated and cut open, and large amounts of blood suddenly sprayed in the air.

Roja threw the swordsman's body away and continued to charge forward.

Soon, he finally rushed to the shield warrior.

"Stop him!"

The equally strong archers rushed over and faced them with their iron shields together with the shield warriors.

If a moose rushes head-on at a constant speed, its head will definitely be smashed!
As long as the mount dies, this monster cannot escape.

However, under Roya's command, the moose suddenly turned around when it rushed forward, and then kicked hard with its hind hooves!

The huge inertia coupled with the kicking force of the hind legs was like a heavy hammer of a chariot hitting the iron shield!

Boom!There was a muffled sound.

Two burly men, together with an iron shield weighing dozens of kilograms, were kicked away by the strong moose!He fell heavily to the ground.

As soon as they were defeated and retreated, the pale female mage was the only one left in front of Roja.

"Breeze..." She waved her staff with trembling arms, and several invisible wind barriers blocked her.

You're just interested in my soul fragment, right?

Roja didn't hesitate, he thrust his gun and stabbed!
The tip of the spear with the magic-breaking effect instantly penetrated several spell shields and pierced the heart of the female mage.

Pfft!

Blood spurted out like spring water.

Throwing the body away, there was no obstacle in front of him. Roja picked up the staff and was about to drive the moose away.

However, the mercenary support had arrived, and a figure stood in front of him.

The man's face was expressionless, and there was a long, narrow and hideous scar on his face.He was tall, with a broad chest and back, and thick limbs. He was as burly as a black bear.

The equipment on his body is obviously better than that of the others:

Thick reddish-brown leather armor, and the joints of the arms, thighs and joints are covered with fine silver chainmail. He carries a quiver and a black bow on his back, and wears a gorgeously patterned scimitar on his waist.

Reinforcements attracted by the flare?Just him?
"Scar!"

The archer behind him shouted the man's nickname excitedly, looking very confident.

Kill me!

Roja's murderous intention surged in his heart, he ordered the moose to charge, and thrust his gun straight at it!

……

Noon, Border Town.

In a low and dilapidated stone house, Philip climbed out of bed.

He peeled off the piece of cloth covering the wound on his wrist, revealing a hideous scar.

The last time he cut it very deeply with scissors, a few days later, when he gently touched the scar, he could still feel some pain.

Due to severe blood loss, I still feel very weak after a few days of training, and the little magic power in my body can't be felt for the time being.

The young man sighed, "Before the magic power is restored, I'm afraid I won't be able to contact my contracted undead. That shouldn't be... not an illusion before I fainted, right?"

He even had some doubts as to whether his spell was really successful.

It is worth mentioning that when blacksmith Blake came to see him again three days ago, he was shocked when he saw the scar on his wrist.

He thought that he beat him too hard, which made Philip want to commit suicide, so his attitude suddenly became much more cautious. At least in the past few days, the boy was not harassed.

Phillip weakly got down from the bed to the floor, and slowly put on his clothes and shoes.

Just when he was about to take out the Notes of the Undead and continue studying, there was a knock on the door.

Blacksmith Black's voice came: "Philip, open the door!"

A trace of disgust flashed across the young man's face, and he had a bad premonition in his heart.

Sure enough, after he opened the door, the blacksmith showed a disgusting smile: "Let's go, Philip, I will take you to see Captain Wolf."

Captain Wolf, the little leader of the Eagle Group that the blacksmith asked Phillip to please last time, is a muscular female wolf orc.

The blacksmith put his arm around the young man's shoulders and said with a wink, "Captain Wolf is a great beauty. You will definitely like her."

With no way to resist, Philip was led towards the Eagle Regiment's stronghold in the town.

The headquarters of the Eagle Regiment in the border town is an ancient two-story hotel.

It was originally run by an old couple, but was forcibly occupied after the arrival of this group of mercenaries.

Philip followed the blacksmith into the hotel.

It was lunch time, and the first floor here was full of mercenaries eating.

They are men and women, of different races, including humans, elves, orcs, dwarves, and little humans.

What they have in common is that regardless of gender and age, even when they are eating together, they can't help but reveal a fierce temperament when their eyes move.

It is confirmed from the side that this is a group of experienced outlaws who have been fighting for a long time and have ruthless methods.

Not to mention the young Phillip, even the tall blacksmith couldn't help but shrink his neck when he entered here, with a flattering smile on his face.

"Damn fat man, why are you bringing a little kid here?" Someone scolded the blacksmith unceremoniously.

"I'll come...I'll come to see Captain Wolf." The blacksmith said timidly.

The man understood something immediately and laughed and said: "She is upstairs, go!"

The boy just followed the blacksmith to the second floor of the hotel.

(End of this chapter)