As the sky darkened, the scorching sun hung higher and darker, and the afterglow gradually brought the battle in the canyon to a climax.

A white torrent rushed in the direction of the Vic Army, and the little soul fire in the eyes of the Dry Bone Legion was even more vigorous than Fang Cai.

"Raise your shield!"

Augustine handed over the command to Brand, he no longer had the energy to interfere in the struggle between the Holy See and the Holy See in mid-air, this group of seemingly weak and vulnerable dry bones, most of them were the elite who died in the battle against the Lich, or the servants of the Lich, the strength was not weaker than the Vic army, and the number was huge, this was a war without suspense.

"Archer prepare!"

There are already a few soldiers who have fled, and the original mixed army of 5,000 is now only more than 4,000 people, and if it weren't for a few white-robed clergy from the Holy See, I am afraid that more would have fled.

"Wow~"

Under the pressure of life and death, the 1,000 archers in Vic's army moved quickly, neatly pulling the bowstring, and the bows and arrows under the full string flew away with a little bit of cold.

'Plop~'

The arrow fell, but it did not have the desired effect, except for the dry bones that were shot to the head by the tip of the arrow, most of the skeletons were shot only one heel and quickly stood up, pulled out the arrow, and continued to advance forward.

Undead warriors!

This was the unanimous thought in the minds of the Vic soldiers, and a thought called 'despair' began to permeate the hearts of every soldier.

"Deereil!"

Brand shouted to his side, since Dinier handed over Shen Zhongrong to him, he had promoted Dinier to his own guardian knight.

"I'm here, Lord Baron!"

Deinier ran up to Brand from the front array, covered in blood, both his own and those Hell's Two-Headed Dogs.

"You bring some people back to the Marquis for help, and say that the Lich's army has been resurrected!"

The weather was wet and cold, but Brand still felt a little hot in his body, and years of aristocratic life had not erased the fact that he was a warrior.

Deinier left with about ten horsemen, and as he was leaving, he told Brand that he would return no matter what, that he was Brand's guardian knight and would die before him.

'Boom ......'

The white torrent collided with the steel bar shield phalanx, and white bone debris continued to spill between the two distinct legions.

The shield soldier resisted the pressure, desperately withstood the impact from the dry bones, his feet were full of blood, and he was buried deep in the soil, but even if he was pushed back more than ten meters, he did not put down the shield in his hand.

"The second team picks up! The magician in the rear will give me the strongest magic to bang me!"

Brand's voice was almost hoarse, he had to hold on until reinforcements arrived, and he also believed that Bird could find a way to bring those troops over for such a serious matter.

Another thousand Vic soldiers, lined up, taking the place of the shield soldiers, the group of shield soldiers who had just been replaced, the soles of their feet had long been worn away by the long-distance dragging, and most of the flesh and blood were blurred, and white bones could be faintly seen on the heavily eroded feet.

A group of clerics carried stretchers to the back of the array and began to heal.

The wands in the array of military mages waved, and the wands in the hands of about a thousand army mages bombarded one elemental attack after another, complementing each other, like a huge elemental bomb falling into the middle of the dry bones.

"Boom !!"

The violent roar resounded through the four fields of the canyon.

A huge pit was blasted out of front by this round of attacks, and the dry bones in that position were shattered, and only a few luck were swept out by the impact.

'Click~'

Brand smashes a skeleton that has been thrown in front of him with a kick, the white skull creaking on the ground, and then he can only be heard shouting.

"Spearman!"

Hundreds of pikemen, holding spears more than two meters long, stabbed out of the gaps in the shield array, then pulled back and stabbed out again.

Augustine looked at everything in front of him, feeling powerless, a series of effective kills, under the huge base of the Dry Bone Legion, did not have much effect, although it could temporarily resist the attack of this group of dry bones, but so what, when the shield soldiers' physical strength was exhausted, then this place would eventually become a hand-to-hand combat field.

"You killed one of Vitry's men in black!"

Augustine turned his head to look at the clearing beside him, where dozens of Orientals were seated, led by Xing Daorong.

Xing Daorong glanced at Augustine in slight surprise.

"I don't know what kind of man in black you're talking about. ”

Augustine chuckled, "That matter will be revealed for the time being, I don't care what your purpose is for coming to Vic, but I hope you don't stay in the next battle!"

Xing Daorong frowned, glanced at the Dry Bone Legion that was still impacting the shield array, and nodded in agreement.

"What's that?"

There was a burst of exclamations from below, and from the back of the Dry Bone Legion, a three-foot tall skeleton giant slowly stood up, its skeleton was as green as jade, and the two soul fires in its eyes were particularly dazzling.

"Magician!"

Brand shouted.

In the array of military mages, the murky chanting grew louder and louder, the same tone, the same incantation, obviously, a combination of magic.

The law of the madness of elemental power in mid-air, a five-colored fire dragon condensed out, accompanied by a deafening dragon roar, the fire dragon hovered in mid-air for a moment, then locked onto the target, spread its wings and swooped down.

As soon as the dragon's body touched the skeleton giant, it instantly dissolved, turning into a sea of five-colored fire.

The dry bones around the skeletal giant were reduced to ashes with only a few traces of flames.

The smoke was filled, and the billowing black smoke made the already dim sky even darker.

Brand let out a slow breath as he looked at the skeleton giants in front of him that were slowly loaded to the ground and the clearing that had been emptied of a large area.

The brief tranquility seemed to be due to the knowledge of the power of this sea of fire, and the group of dry bones stopped behind the sea of fire.

The mages behind the shield were all slumped on the ground panting, it was obvious that the group magic just now had completely overdrawn all their magic power.

"What do you think?"

Augustine didn't relax like the other Vic soldiers, but looked at the skeletal giant that had fallen to the ground with a solemn expression.

"Look at what, it's over!"

Xing Daorong smiled freely, as if he had never had the slightest pressure, and the dozens of attendants around him had never opened a word from beginning to end.

Augustine took a deep look at Xing Daorong and the attendants behind him, picked up the sword beside him, and jumped to Brand's side with a slight leap.

"Get ready, he's not dead yet!"

Augustine said to Brand.