After the death of the wolf, the corpse was eroded by negative energy and became a kind of undead, after the zombie wolf, compared with the original life, there is a big difference, in the spiritual aspect, they have no will of their own, just simply obey the orders of death...... If no one orders them, then they follow their instincts and attack the living creatures around them that still have life.

It's hard to figure out why unself-aware low-level undead would attack living creatures around them, and many spellcasters have been working on this side one after another, but there is still no concrete conclusion.

However, many researchers believe that the reason why the lower undead without wisdom will have such a situation is that on the one hand, when the negative energy transforms the corpse into the undead, it also erodes the spirit, and the incomplete spirit and even the basic consciousness disappears.

On the other hand, they also believe that after death, there is no soul in the corpse, and after losing the support of the soul, the lower undead only have the most basic instincts, so they will automatically attack the living creatures around them.

Of course, these are not things that young druids are interested in and will study, and now they just want to quickly get rid of the zombie wolves that surround them.

Not long ago, they had defeated a powerful legendary warrior in a head-to-head confrontation, and now they were facing death that was also legendary, but the other party summoned some zombie wolves, no matter how you look at them, they are underestimating them.

They admit that in the face of death, in the face of which even the elders cannot be defeated, Beowulf can only choose to die together, they are not his opponents, but if they just escape, those zombie wolves can't stop them.

The snowflakes in the blizzard, under their control, turned into the sharpest blades, whistling towards the zombie wolves, while some druids began to transform, from wolves to bears and other beasts.

There is no way, in the case of the annihilation of the animal companions around them, they can only go up by themselves, so that those who can become bears with thick skin and thick flesh can be used as meat shields in front, so as to win the opportunity to fight and release the magic time for the companions behind.

The snowflakes with the sharpest blades easily cut through the skin of the zombie wolves, cutting their bodies, but that's all, the undead of morale life don't feel such a thing, even if they lose the carrion on their bodies, it will not hinder their ability to move.

Of course, the body without the breath of life will not be afraid of the cold ice contained in the snowflakes, and there is no blood that will not flow at temperature, even if it is frozen.

The druids knew that their attacks would not be able to do any damage to the zombie wolves, and they were just trying to slow down the zombie wolves, using enthalpy change to slow them down, and buy some time for their companions to transform.

They succeeded, and although the ice could not damage the zombie wolves, it managed to block the progress of the other party, and in the outermost part of them, several bears and snow monsters blocked the progress of the zombie wolves.

The druid is now hungry and tired, and the magic in his body has bottomed out, but after transforming into a giant bear and a snow monster, he can easily smash the big tree and hard stone that the three of them are hugging.

The zombie wolves that rushed up were easily intercepted by them, smashing, smashing, and hammering, tearing these zombie wolves that had no pain, no fear, and no retreat to pieces.

It is indeed torn to pieces, in the face of the undead who have lost their lives, simply cutting off their heads, piercing their hearts, and crushing their internal organs will not have much effect, only by completely smashing the bones that their whole bodies use to support their bodies into pieces, can it be solved.

At least, in such an environment, when magic such as fire is not used, melee combatants can only use this method to deal with the undead.

There is no way, when facing the undead, the melee fighters who lack special means will be greatly restrained, which is why when Alice fights the vampire giant in an all-out war again, those vampires who are weak in melee combat, weak in strength, and have no way to use too much magic will be so desperate, and they will be easily taken advantage of by the ghosts, and the whole army will be defeated.

It's enough, inefficient melee combat is just a cover-up, and their role is only to keep the enemy out of the perimeter and prevent them from influencing the companions behind to cast spells.

Flame, flame, flame

Rich, hot, burning

Appeared in the middle of the field, without any incendiary materials, and ignited the fur on the attacking wolves, and the dried fur turned them into torches in an instant.

The cold wind with the snowflakes was still howling, and the heat of the flames melted the flames in between, leaving the ground around them wet and muddy, and if a human foot stepped on it and walked a few steps, it would be frozen in the snow.

I have to say that when facing the undead, even ordinary flames can have an excellent effect, even if these wolves become undead zombies, the fat and fur on their bodies are good fuel.

"Let's go!"

Without the slightest hesitation, seeing the flames burning on the surrounding wolves, the leader of the druid squad, the young man quickly ordered.

They don't know the idea of death, and they don't have the power to fight against it, but even if they know that the other party can't just watch them run away and retreat, and they can't only have such means, they need to fight.

See if you can successfully escape from here, escape from the land called Novgorod, cross the Baltic Sea and return to their homeland, where they are waiting in their homeland, looking forward to their return, praying for their safe family.

Even if it's just for that, they'll do their best...... Not to mention that the enemy in front of them was just dead, even if the Aesir gods they believed in stood in front of them, they would summon up their courage and wave their claws.

There was still no other expression on Death's face, or if anyone could see his expression from his armor mask, it would be a strange thing.

The druids, who had transformed into bears and snow monsters, did not retreat from here, as their companions did, but charged towards death with slow and heavy steps.

They knew that they were going to die, they knew that they would not be able to return to that familiar land, and when their energy, physical strength, and magic were at their lowest, they forcibly used the magic of transformation, and forcibly entangled with those zombie wolves, and there was no way to escape.

Since there is no way to escape, no way to go home, it is normal to play your last role, launch a final charge against death, and buy time for your companions to leave.

Regardless of their actions, regardless of their thoughts, at least judging from their actions, they deserve to have the purest Scandinavian blood flowing in them, and in the case of hopeless survival, they decisively chose to die with intention.

All the same, yes, in the minds of these druids, at this time, there is only, and only such a single thought, is to bite off a piece of flesh from death.

But it is so ridiculous that in the case of an incomparably huge difference in strength, no matter how firm the will is and how majestic the momentum is, it cannot fill the gap between the two.

There was no other movement of death, and he remained standstill, the horses behind him still pacing leisurely, as if he were blind to the rushing enemy.

This is not to say that death did not perceive the approach of the enemy, but in his opinion, these guys who rushed over could not reach the level of the enemy, and for humans, the ants that rushed over were just ants.

A snow monster rushing to the front was already less than ten meters away from death, and with his current charging speed, he could attack death in less than a second.

However, what he was most afraid of was that the snow monster could no longer advance even a meter, and fell to the ground very abruptly, smashing the snow out of a hole.

Where no one could see, the faces buried by the snow had turned gray, and the pupils of the widening eyes occupied most of the eyeballs, and the purple-black lips could no longer open their eyes and roar.

The snow monster died, lost its magically maintained body, and soon changed back to human form, after all, the transformation of the druid relied on the power of magic, not a permanent fundamental transformation, and in the case of the dissipation of the will and the separation of the soul, their magic would naturally be lifted.

The druids who charged behind them didn't have time to pay attention to their companions, who had already fallen, and they didn't have the energy to think about why...... The only remaining strength has been fully invested in this charge, and there is no way to even say the last word, they are afraid that when they speak, the power in their bodies will also leave their bodies with the opening of their mouths.

One after another, without exception

Whether it was front and back, or left and right, the druids who launched the charge fell around death without exception, and fell ten meters away from death, not a centimeter, not a little less, just ten meters away.

Without stopping, without moving his gaze, death walked straight past the corpses of the druids, his speed not fast, leading his horse to leave a series of footprints on the snow.

The footprints spread in the direction of the druids who had turned into wolves, and the neat appearance also told the calm heart of the owner of the footprints, and there was no fear that these druids would succeed in escaping.

Also, with such a difficult gap in strength, the druids who are tired and thirsty have no way to continue to move at a fast speed.

After another ten minutes, Death met the druids again, but this time, like the last time, some of the druids of about ten or so stayed behind, stopped, and charged at Death.

Instead of taking on the form of a giant bear or a snow monster, they remained in the form of wolves, circling around death, keeping the distance between the two to about a hundred meters.

Even if they will die in the end, even if they don't change the outcome in the end, they have to find a way to delay the pace of death and buy time for those who flee later.

The Druid didn't know if Death had a means of long-range attacks, at least from what he had shown in the battle, he didn't have any means to damage ranged enemies.

Of course, the druids also know that this is just their own delusion, the probability is very low, almost impossible, but people in despair, no matter how low the probability is, they will choose to carry out the last possibility.

Silence, or continue to maintain that silent appearance, such a look is more ironic than a smile on the corner of the mouth...... It seems to be ironic that these druids actually refused the arrangement of fate and died obediently, and chose such a stupid way of defense.

It was a stupid way to resist, and the druids soon discovered it, but it was too late to change their methods.

Black crows suddenly appeared in the air, flapping their black wings, bringing up black trails of shining light in the violent wind and snow.

A strange croaking sound came from his mouth, and a pair of scarlet eyes looked at the wolves that were constantly moving and running in the snow...... These crows are not crows, as druids who can communicate with animals are extremely sure of this.

However, the crows' agile appearance, to say that they have no consciousness, no life, and it is difficult to convince others that what these are, why they are here, whether they are a means of death, the druids can't think about so many things.

They didn't need, and didn't have to think about it, the crows flapping their wings flew towards the druids, ignoring the raging blizzard, flying through the air at breakneck speed, keeping their flight balanced.

A slower-moving druid, before he could react, the crow appeared in front of them, and then passed through his body, as if taking something with him, and the corners of the crow's mouth flashed a color that seemed to be silver and gray.

What was taken away, the crow took away the life of the druid, or the soul, without the support of the soul, the druid's body also lost his life, fell into the snow, and became a thin man.

Move!

It cannot be touched

Seeing the fate of his companions, all the druids had such thoughts in their minds...... But what can they do, in the face of the black crows that can fly and are so fast, especially now that this area is still empty and snowy, and there is no place for them to hide.

Well, even if you can hide, it doesn't seem to be of much use in the face of these crows that are not entities, as long as you are touched, your soul will be taken away.