Ride and Cut

After a little analysis, it is not difficult to find that in addition to the surprising number of the undead army in front of us, there are several practical magic weapons.

First of all, there are a large number of legal units. You must know that it is difficult for most ordinary duchy to recruit 20 element users to join the army at one time. It is a miracle that the undead with a higher threshold for casting spells can reach this level!

Secondly, there are various types of backbone undead such as necromancers, and the number is quite large, so that the average quality of the entire army is not too low to be too unbearable.

Coupled with the suture monsters that can use brute force to demolish city walls with their bare hands, they won't be helpless even in the face of defensive facilities.

The army of the undead in this configuration is no longer a crappy pronoun that can be easily teased by a little cleverness in ancient legends. In fact, even the regular Pompeii troops had to concentrate their forces to deal with them carefully!

But right now, all this seems to have lost its due effect.

Spellcasters have only successfully released one magic since they participated in the war. To be honest, if they weren't working hard and smart, they wouldn't be so easily trapped and immobile.

The existence of a large number of backbone undead has indeed improved the average quality, but it is still a world away from the opponent, and there is still only a crushed part, which vividly interprets what is salted fish turning over or salted fish.

Moreover, the effect of the blessing magic that Vera broadcasts against the undead is remarkable, and the gap has been further enlarged.

As for the suture monsters, they are reputedly tall and strong, and they are not established in the presence of taller and stronger giants. Now it is even a problem to save their lives.

If the undead are also conscious, they will be surprised to find that the advantage they can rely on is only in quantity.

But when it comes to dealing with inferior enemies with quantitative advantages, it is not a boast. It is impossible for anyone to be more experienced than the Ripper Legion-after all, it is not just anyone who has the opportunity to face the overwhelming spider wave on time every month!

He didn't even use the kerosene barrel prepared in advance, and just fought it with one arrow. The established rhythm is as stable as a well-lubricated machine, and the undead surging up are more like death.

Even if you are not afraid of death, even if you hate creatures, even if you don't fight until the last minute, you still can't make up the Mariana Trench between the two sides!

Later, because the soldiers had been kicking the piled corpses into the Raging River to avoid getting in the way, and even blocked the river for a short time.

The war finally came to an end when the sun was slanting, and there was no standing undead.

It's just that almost every inch of land in the field of vision was filled with strange bodies. Under the dim sky, it was as **** as Shura hell.

The stamina of the soldiers of the Ripper Legion is simply longer than that of livestock. After a few hours of fierce battle, most of them did not show obvious fatigue. Groups of three or five gathered together, pointing to their own results.

Richard arranged manpower along the river bank to guard against undead undead crawling out and causing chaos, and then opened the system panel to advance the advanced person.

He hurriedly walked towards the castle.

"Teacher, the people you asked us to pay attention to have been controlled." The tomboy Xinkeler greeted him graciously, with a pleasing smile on his face.

She was already dark, but her teeth were dazzlingly white when she smiled like this at dusk.

"Why don't I know when I became your master?" Lord Lord rolled his eyes strangely, and walked into the hall by himself.

The first twenty "high-level undead" caught in the telescope tube were really extraordinary. After encountering the Ripper fighters, they honestly gave up resistance and were imprisoned until now.

It's just that they look neither undead nor high-level at the moment-they are full of pure vitality, and their skin color is not as gray as what they saw at the beginning.

In addition to a few leaders, the remaining dozens are ordinary people, men and women, young and old. He was sitting on the floor and shrank into a ball, looking like a refugee from a famine.

Higuain took a team of heavily armed tiger spirit hunters to guard, but it seemed completely redundant, and even scared a few half-old children.

Richard wondered if this was really the core of the army of the undead, he believed that Abu could make a famous piece that would last forever.

"Who are you?" The lord took off the blood-stained robe and threw it away, and naturally someone reached out to catch it.

He showed off his skills today, and played a magical effect that leaves a leaf in a tens of thousands of flowers without touching his body. Obviously, the fight is endless, but there is not much blood stained on the body. This requires very clever control.

Only himself and Elizabeth can try similar flowers in the entire Alpine Fort, and the others are still far away.

The leader of the "refugees" stood up and was a young man with a rosy figure, with dark green hair tied at random behind his head.

Although it looks poor and ragged, it is not as good as the beggar in Coron. But Richard could feel that his strength was not weak, and that was the one who was so powerful at the beginning.

With that hand, you can easily become a guest of the local lord wherever you go.

People with real abilities are always respected, even if he is now as dirty as if he has just been fished out of a pile of mud, he cannot conceal his essence as a young Toshihiko.

As a result, the young Toshihiko just opened his mouth to make Lord Lord stunned on the spot-"Can you stutter first?"

He was holding his stomach and his face was very pale, and the sound of "gurgling" kept reverberating in the quiet lord's hall.

"..."

Richard beckoned, and someone immediately delivered a fairly hearty meal. It was almost dinner time, and they were all ready-made.

The refugees immediately surrounded them and started eating wildly. UU reading www.uukanshu.com was not much stronger than the undead who hated the living, and the lord could not help but start to doubt their identities.

After being hungry for ten days, Carlos was the only one who could stay sane.

While trying to put something in his mouth, he also intermittently explained the general situation of his group, but was choked and rolled his eyes.

The fine white bread of Gaoshanbao was eaten too much, and it was indeed easier to choke than the brown bread like wood scum. This taste made him want to cry with happiness.

"Are you a sect?" Lord Lord looked at the reincarnation of a dozen starving ghosts, and asked in disbelief.

It's not that he has to look at people through the door, but that he can't figure out what it takes to be mentally retarded to get into this field and still be willing to believe in gods.

The way they eat has shocked the entire castle, and even the halfling chef is holding a spatula to join in the fun, feeling that his work has never been recognized as it is now, and they have added a few steaks.

"Thank you for the gift of the gods." An old man murmured as he ate, almost laughing at the lord.