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In the last mile outside Allen's city, the flying dragon air cavalry on the horizon was already in sight.

"From the previous investigation report, the number of undead staying in Allen is not too large, but the quality should be relatively high." Lord Lord made the final exhort before the war, "Don't underestimate the enemy."

In response to Richard's, there was silence, and the team was automatically arranged into a sagittal attack formation. Their eyes were calm as water, as if they were not about to welcome a big battle, but just an outing.

Taking a neat step, Tiger Spirit has a light and agility that does not match his tall stature. Like a tiger roaring proudly in the mountains and forests, it hibernates and launches a fatal blow to its prey!

Obviously infantry, but in terms of speed and momentum, they are probably much more terrifying than most cavalry!

As an agricultural town, Coron has no city defenses at all. It was ravaged by the Pompeii Expeditionary Army and the undead one after another, leaving basically only a large area of ​​white land.

Richard was planning to take someone to his side to pierce the knife, and if he was willing to fight unintentionally, he would definitely gain a lot of advantage.

But for the undead, a relatively high rank often means that they are relatively smart. Even if the person who comes with the same kind of breath, they still realize that the situation is wrong at least a thousand yards away, and yell in response.

Suddenly, as if a stone was suddenly thrown into the calm lake, it stirred up waves. The undead wandering around the ruins of the town began to gather, dragging their dirty and rotten body to launch a counterattack.

In this case, there is no need to maintain the semi-dead state.

Suddenly exuding vitality, it even seduce the resuscitators into a frenzy! Running, yelling, and tearing, his hideous face is full of hatred! Like a ghost from hell, just wanting to swallow all living beings!

The tiger spirit hunter stopped unhurriedly and started shooting freely. Their proud shooting skills are just at this distance, and in the face of ordinary zombie mummies, they can almost eliminate an enemy with one arrow.

Triple shooting is a fairly advanced archer skill for other races. It is a standard match for everyone in the Tiger Spirit Warriors. Some excellent people can even play four shooting, five shooting and the like. The flower life,

A mere thousand people, but the rain of arrows shot is absolutely enough to suppress four or five archer battalions at the same time.

If faced with the same number of cavalry, they don't need infantry guard at all, and they can shoot their opponents to death on the assault road!

But in the face of those big guys with stronger bones and thicker skin, the effect of arrows, a weapon that relies on piercing to create damage, can only be said to be improvised, and it is difficult to achieve a fatal blow no matter how precise.

Not only the suture monsters, Richard even saw a lot of zombies resembling giant rhinos! This famous half-orc pillar is more than three and a half blades tall, but it stands to reason that it has been extinct for a few years.

The last time it appeared on the mainland dates back to the early days of the Elven Empire, when humans hadn't even figured out what magic was.

Giant rhinos are known for having a layer of **** skin that is not inferior to armor. If they appear on the battlefield in heavy armor, they will become a meat grinder that can almost be rampant!

Now, after being transformed into a zombie, the defense will only be stronger and not weakened!

Even if the strength of Tiger Spirit's armor-piercing heavy arrow is exaggerated, it often takes more than a dozen shots in the head to knock one down. And these big guys are not stupid, they know how to use shields or arms to hide the vitals.

"Grab the small and zoom in, don't waste your energy on them." Richard shouted loudly, curling his hands into a trumpet and covering his mouth.

Taking advantage of the rare opportunity, it just happened to experiment whether the "infantry priest coordinated tactics" was reasonable.

There is almost no delay in commanding the elites. As soon as the target turns, the ordinary undead suddenly begins to suffer again, and only put those big, thick-skinned men over.

They probably felt the breath of victory, brandishing their weapons and becoming more excited, unaware that the danger was approaching.

"Let's eat shit!" Lord Lord sneered. Lifting the magnetic gun, "Bang" personally sent a giant rhino zombie back to the eternal darkness.

The crackling sound is the signal, followed by the hundreds of holy light techniques that have long been ready to be sent, slowly drifting past.

For living creatures, Holy Light is the lowest level magical technique that can heal minor injuries. It is gentle and harmless. But when it hits the resuscitator, the effect is simply not too strong!

The two kinds of energies with completely opposite attributes begin to neutralize each other as soon as they touch. Reflected in the undead, the gentle holy light at this moment ablated the body like concentrated sulfuric acid, extremely terrifying!

They don't have pain, but even so they are wailing! That is the last trace left in the world when the twisted soul is about to dissipate!

Whether it is a giant rhino zombie or a suture monster, facing the holy light magic fire, they are all vulnerable beyond imagination!

You must know that this is only the lowest level of magic, even this group of half-dominated priests with two swords can put five or six in succession without any effort!

At the same time, Higuain happened to lead the flying dragon cavalry to the sky above the battlefield, swooping towards the densest place where the undead was concentrated, and cast a dense black spot.

These black spots look small, and the downward momentum is not violent. It is foreseeable that even a skeleton soldier can't be killed by kinetic energy alone.

After falling on the ground, it cracked. The inside was actually a slightly milky clear liquid, splashing around as the container burst - it was the holy water obtained by the lord from the church.

To be honest, it's easier to ask them to cooperate in the timing of the attack, but so much holy water almost didn't force Bishop Paul to hang himself on the spot.

If it weren't for the lord's face, he would use any means of threats and shame. Even if the Royal Family of Pompeii endorses him, it is absolutely impossible to obtain nearly half of the Pompeii church's inventory at once.

After all, the things that are picked up for nothing do not feel distressed, how can they not be willing to spend so much on the individual!

But the effect is also very significant ~ www.readwn.com~ This almost extravagant super-equivalent strike directly blows up the offensive of the undead.

The Ripper’s warriors put away their bows and arrows, replaced them with melee weapons, and rushed into the city of Allen in a whirlwind.

On the main road, countless dead spirits stood quietly, facing the most abominable living beings as silent as sculptures. There was an open space between them, and an old man in a sky blue bishop's robe stood in the middle.

He was holding a green paper, his eyes stuck on it for a moment and he didn't want to move it away.

"How dare you! How dare you!" The voice was like a twisted poisonous snake, cold and slippery, "How dare to desecrate the Holy Land!"

In Pompeii, who has a deep belief in the goddess of ice and snow, most people can understand his identity as long as he sees the clothes. Richard is no exception-the patriarch of the church of the ice and snow goddesses, Sebastian is crowned.

Since leaving Pompeii, he has never appeared in public again. Many people have speculated that he was persecuted and died, but now it seems to be purely worrying.

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