Ride and Cut

"Did the sun come out from the west this morning?" Lord Alpine Castle put down the telescope tube and turned his head to look at the people around him in unusual confusion.

"My lord." Dracula stood proudly on the corner of the wall with a scarlet cloak blowing in the wind, and his pale and handsome face was full of seriousness. "The minister thought that if you decide that the corresponding direction is west, then the sun rises from the west. of."

"Uncle Richard, why do you say that?" Sinclair's hoarse voice was very distinctive.

Originally, she should also withdraw to Twilight Forest, staying by the name of accompanying Annie. In fact, everyone can see that this tomboy is extremely aggressive by nature, and he must be restless to stay behind.

Lord Lord once again put his eyes on the telescope tube to make sure that he was not old-fashioned—the group of "high-ranking undead" was holding a skeleton leg bone tied with a white face towel and brandishing it like crazy.

The meaning of this move can basically pass through the entire known civilized world-surrender, surrender, and surrender.

Whatever words are used to describe it, in short, it means to admit that you are invincible and prepare to give up resisting and begging for mercy.

Richard couldn't help but wonder-will the dead also hit the white flag? Or conversely, are the undead who will hit the white flag?

He waved his hand to stop the volley of crossbows. There was a pre-buried copper pipe for sound transmission in the castle, and there was almost no delay in commanding.

"If the little undead doesn't take the initiative to attack, don't hurt them."

Leaving a puzzling command, Richard jumped off the top of the castle. The undead striker has arrived seven or eight hundred yards away, and a full-scale confrontation is about to begin. How can he be absent as the main general.

The tiger spirits and centaur shooters arranged in the castle took the lead in the attack. With the help of the condescending geographical advantage, even at this distance, they can still guarantee considerable accuracy and power!

"Xian Om!"

The flying arrows were as dense as grate, nailing countless resuscitators to the ground like comb lice.

The long-range firepower gap between the two sides is simply more disparity than the number of people, but it has to be adjusted. The skills of those skeleton archers are not even inferior to that of living soldiers. The weapons in their hands are old but still reliable, and they can be called leaders of their kind. Coupled with defying casualties, stable morale, and sufficient physical strength, the combat effectiveness can even be said to be good.

But in front of the highest mountain fort shooter, the bow and arrow in the skeleton's hand are as weak as a cotton pluck, which is not a level of confrontation at all!

In particular, they also follow the instructions of their lord, and always regard their peers as a high-order target on the battlefield, and the priority is second only to the mage!

So before they had time to enter the range to release even an arrow, the few skeleton archers were named one by one, and they became the first all-member battle-damaged unit in the field.

"The enemy spellcasters are gathering!"

Without reminding the sentry on the castle, the lord had already seen it.

The undead army in front of them really has a bit of background, and they actually formed a spellcasting team composed of twenty liches and samurai in a scattered way. Accompanied by the chanting of spells, the living corpses twisting on the ground beside them inflated like a blow, bursting with pus green smoke, like a gas canister that was accidentally broken.

The corpse explosion technique belongs to the niche classification of the wind system variant, the highly toxic family, and the use of highly toxic smoke to invade the enemy is called an elemental version of biochemical weapons.

This spell has always been considered a strange thing among the strange flowers, and an unpopular one among the unpopular. Although it is possible to inflict endless spreading damage on the enemy, it is easy to pick up a rock and smash yourself in the foot if it is blown back by the opponent's strong wind.

Therefore, the corpse explosion technique is rare on the battlefield, and normal commanders would not want to touch such unstable things.

However, there is no similar trouble for the undead at the moment, because they have died once and are naturally immune to most toxins.

Moreover, the element user's higher intelligence seems to be universal, even the undead is no exception. After they summoned the poisonous mist, they actually did not attract them, allowing them to surround themselves and their companions.

The dwarf artificial soldier who was planning to use the bed crossbow to sniper at a fixed point suddenly caught the blind, watching the swelling green smoke, no one knew where the target was hiding!

"Yeah!" Lord Lord raised an eyebrow, very surprised.

They probably noticed the magical effect of the steel crossbows of the Immortal Demons on magic shields, knowing that they can't resist, they actually figured out a way to use the poisonous fog as a smoke screen.

These Liches and Samurai Samurai must have a very powerful spellcaster in his lifetime, otherwise it would be impossible to have such a flexible understanding of spells after being transformed into an undead.

"Let me come, let me come!" Nehru licked his triumphant smile, yelling and fiddling with the smoke state converter, and after a while, a khaki condensed light was shot straight out.

Goblin alchemy, finally, today, after thousands of years of dust, once again showed that shocking side!

Starting from the contact point of light and poisonous mist, the ethereal transforms into substance and slowly spreads around it, as if the living water is frozen by low temperature!

If this method is used to deal with human wizards, don't expect it to work at all!

Without connecting the volcanic veins and endless supply of elements, the condensation speed of smoke is very limited. As long as the other party has a bit of brain, he will immediately withdraw immediately after discovering the abnormality, and it is impossible to let the situation develop.

But the undead are the undead after all, and the shriveled brain is extremely difficult to operate, especially when encountering situations that cannot be understood.

When the poisonous fog surrounding them turns into a real entity, the undead spellcaster suddenly resembles a fish trapped in ice, unable to move anymore!

"A gang of gangsters!" The kobold shaman spit fiercely, immersed in the illusory pleasure of suppressing all casters alone.

As if to see the day when I was promoted all the way and finally became a magister. Wearing luxurious robes, he showed the majesty of the Supreme Master to the world.

He smirked and wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, without noticing a sudden ripple in the air behind him.

The ghost of the fuzzy gray cloak appeared out of thin air ~www.readwn.com~ and raised the exaggerated long-handled scythe in his hand.

At the last moment, Nehru seemed to feel the chill behind him, his smile on his face was about to turn back.

It's too late—the sickle of nothingness swept across his neck, and it didn't cause any visible wounds, but it had already wiped out the vitality.

The giant monster shaman next to him reacted quickly, raising his hand as a chain of lightning. The blazing electric light gleamed four times in a row on the ghost body, suddenly exploded into a plume of blue smoke!

Fighting will lead to death, which is the most legitimate thing. Counting on the opponent to always follow his own script and never fight back is simply a daydream!

At this moment, the wave of undead that covered the field of vision has rushed to three hundred yards away, suddenly speeding up the pace.

The troll shamans focused on releasing their master spells to their lives, and no one could take a second look at the deadly Nehru.

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