"What!?" Pique did forget about Soros. In an emergency like the one just now, if he didn't come to the rescue of those people, he could be sure that within a few minutes, they would have gone to see the God of Light early because of their injuries. "I ...... What should I do?" At this time, he heard Soros's tone seem to become weak, and his heart was very anxious.

"Kill the necromancer, though, I think it's too late. Another necromancy that guy is preparing. ”

"Necromancy? or you take control of your body. Peake couldn't help but look at the necromancer fifty paces away.

"No, I have to concentrate on fighting against the dark clouds above my head to extract my undead qi, if I use the power of the undead qi, it will definitely provoke an even stronger backlash, then I will definitely not survive for two minutes. ”

The dark clouds were pressing down, the cold wind was whistling in his ears, and Pique's mood was very heavy at this time.

"Be careful!" Soros suddenly reminded.

Suddenly, Pique's hair rose all over his body, and he jumped up directly from the ground!

Hoo!

A long sword slashed at the ground behind him!

If he hadn't jumped out of the way in time, he would have died here!

Pique took two steps back, his eyes wide as he watched the light-armored guards walking towards him step by step.

What is this? Mutiny?

Why do the light guards cut themselves?

"He's dead. Soros said.

"How can you still move when you're dead!?"

"This is the power of necromancy, also known as black magic, the most common of which is to control the dead to fight. You can call them undead warriors, they don't feel pain, they don't feel emotion, and even if you cut him a hundred times, he can get up again from the ground. ”

Undead warriors?

Today's events were so bizarre that Peake couldn't react at all, and didn't have time to think about it, because he saw the so-called undead warrior walking towards him with his sword again.

Looking at the former guard in front of him, he saw that the other party's gaze was completely unfocused, as if looking into the distance. However, the target of the sword in his hand is himself!

Fortunately, his sword was not fast, but rather a little sluggish.

Pique, who didn't have any martial arts on him, just turned around and dodged.

"Watch your back!" Soros reminded again.

Without looking back, Pique already felt a strong wind coming behind him! At this time, where could he take care of the image, without thinking about it, Pique directly bent down and rolled to the side.

Immediately getting up, he saw another dead light-armored guard stand up and attack him.

The undead warrior also had a deep scratch on his neck, bleeding outward, and like the other light-armored guard standing beside him, his eyes were unfocused, and he looked trance-like.

After swallowing a mouthful of spit, Peake ran out more than ten steps in succession.

As if feeling something, he looked around, only to see one dead corpse after another standing up from the ground very slowly!

This scene can't be described as weird!

Have they all become necromantic warriors?!

The scene in the next scene makes Pique gradually despair:

The few surviving light-armored guards didn't realize what was happening at first, but when they saw their former comrades standing up from the ground, they put away their grief and surprise welled up on their faces. Then, they watched as their former comrades stabbed their swords into their stomachs. Before they had time for grief and despair, the breath of death had enveloped them.

In an instant, the two lightly armored guards that Pique had just cured were killed again!

Of course, there were also a few surviving light-armored guards who reacted quickly, and although they didn't understand what was going on, they were prepared to take precautions.

After a long pause, Peake lunged forward, knocking over a necromantic warrior with a thud.

"Get up!" he whispered to the commander of the guards on the ground. He quickly turned around and dodged a slash from a necromantic warrior.

The Captain of the Guard stood up from the ground, his face still having a pained look on his face.

The healing power of the Light of Faith was miraculous, but it was impossible to heal all the wounds on his body.

"Pique, have you forgotten that you still have a sword in your hand?" Soros reminded. The sword of the Sixteenth Apostle was still in his hand, and there was a little blood on it. He thought to himself that even if Pique couldn't kill these undead warriors, it would be enough to protect himself with a sword.

"Oh! yes, I still have a sword!" Peake looked at the sword in his hand and immediately shoved it into the guard commander beside him.

The badly wounded Captain of the Guard was stunned, his gaze full of confusion. Raising his head, he looked at the blue hat that ran away, and a mouthful of blood spurted out again.

"You guy, can't you do anything but run away?" said Soros helplessly.

In such an emergency, where can Pique still care about talking to Soros. In a matter of seconds, he rushed in front of a carriage.

"Good horse, I remember your name. ”

Quickly turned over and got into the carriage, he calmed the white horse in front of him, held the reins, found a direction, and directly turned the horse's head.

"Rush away!"

There were nearly twenty undead warriors around, and in the direction he chose, there were only two undead warriors in front of him. Soon, they were knocked into the air.

"Frank, go and save someone!" shouted Peake back. All he could do now was get Hasja out of here first.

Behind him, however, there were three other carriages parked there alone. One was filled with five girls from the mandala, two nuns were seated in the other, and the other was full of goods.

Where can Pique care about the others, I just hope that Frank and they can free up their hands as soon as possible.

The mercenaries who had already solved half of the horse thieves also discovered the abnormality not far away, and they were shocked, but they all used all their strength.

The axe flipped, slashing the two horse thieves in his way, and Frank charged towards the carriage in the middle.

An undead warrior has already climbed into the carriage!

Before he had time to think about it, Frank threw the only remaining axe in his hand!

The undead warrior had no sense of dodging, nor did he have heavy armor defense, and was directly smashed off the carriage by the hand axe that flew over at great speed. However, there are many more undead warriors rushing towards the carriage!

By this time, Frank had already rushed over, and with a big hand, he grabbed the helmet of an undead warrior.

Bang!

The helmet turned into a hammer in his hand, constantly knocking at the undead warriors around him.

The ears of an undead warrior were scraped off, but there was no expression on their faces, and there was no sluggishness in their steps.

Soon, Frank noticed something was wrong, jumped off his horse, and kicked an undead warrior who wanted to climb into the carriage.

From the side of the carriage, he picked up his hand axe again.

An undead warrior swung his sword, and he didn't even look at it, he blocked it with his hand axe, and immediately slashed down the necromantic warrior in front of him very easily.

He felt two hands grasp his legs!

Frank was so shocked that he didn't even look at it, and kicked out, kicking the face of the undead warrior at his feet until he was deformed.

The axe is not dead when it hits the head!

When Frank discovered this fact, he dared to stay anywhere. "Grass carp!" he saw the grass carp come to his aid, "Leave me alone, go save another carriage!" With that, Frank grabbed the reins and drove the carriage out of the crowd.

After clearing the road, the grass carp followed Frank in another carriage.

Several horse thieves rushed out after them, constantly harassing them on one side.

Steel knives slashed across the carriages, sending countless sawdust flying. The people in the carriage were so frightened that they didn't dare to breathe.

As the chaos continues, the mercenaries notice the plight of Frank and the grass carp, and they all want to get out of the chaos. Who knew that the horse thief was like a plaster, sticking to their bodies, and they didn't fight hard, but just dangled in front of them.

Two mercenaries have lost their horses and are constantly harassed by wandering horse thieves. As a last resort, they had to leave a few men behind to support their companions who had lost their horses. So, only two mercenaries ran out - the nasty and the little yellow hair.

The two of them are flexible, never slashing with horse thieves, and only win in wandering. At this time, he broke away from the battle group, and he did not encounter any resistance. It has to be said that half of the horse thieves have been killed, and the mercenary side has not lost a single person. Tricky, the heavily armored guy with the hammer found another horse!

Only Mr. Sissy can deal with the other party, and the other mercenaries dare not get close at all.

Mr. Sissy didn't feel good either, and against this guy dressed like a noble shell, he tried to stab the other man in the shoulder, arm, and thigh. However, all the attacks were defended by the heavy armor! Mr. Sissy guessed that the opponent's heavy armor was at least an inch thick!

"As a man, do you like to be in a turtle shell so much?"

While provoking the other party with words, find an opportunity to stab him in the face!

Only the face is not covered by heavy armor, and the other party obviously knows his own weakness, and often uses a heavy hammer to protect his face to block Mr. Sissy's attacks.

"I'll kill you!" the muffled voice of the twenty-first apostle came from the heavy armor.

"Come on, as a man, where will you only roar?"

Provoked by Mr. Sissy Gun, the twenty-first action became even more violent, and another word for fury is - messy.

Originally, he was helpless to take Mr. Sissy, who was very strong, but this action was messy, and he couldn't touch the corner of Mr. Sissy's clothes.

"You have the strength of a third-level samurai, and with this equipment, you may have the courage to fight against a fifth-level samurai, but what's the use?" Mr. Sissy said in a circle around him. The twenty-first apostle had to turn his horse's head back and forth. At this time he was crotched a maroon horse, taken from a horse thief. Being pressed down by the twenty-first apostle with heavy armor, he looked a little exhausted.

Not only the war horse under his crotch, but also wearing heavy armor and helmet for a long time was also a burden for him. If it weren't for the physical support of the black bear, he would have been crushed by the heavy armor.

This is also the only breakthrough point that the sissy samurai can find, which is to compete with the opponent for endurance......

The black clouds moved slowly, and directly below the dark clouds, there was a carriage galloping on the grassland, and finally turned directly into a forest path, and ran out of a distance of more than ten miles.

Pique, who had already thrown off the undead warriors, stopped the carriage, looked at the dark clouds above him in wonder, and said, "Soros, are you okay?"

"It's already reluctant. A weak voice answered him.

"Why do the clouds above keep chasing us?" said Peake, looking at the clouds overhead, whispering.

"It's necromancy, and it's targeting me. Soros said, "I've already told you the only way to get in touch with necromancy." ”

"Kill the necromancer?"

"Or you can convince him to do it. ”

Soros's joke didn't amuse Pique, only to see a thoughtful look on Pique's face. After organizing the language, he lifted the curtain of the carriage, "Beautiful princess, noble lady, we are safe now." He laughs.

With a look of horror on both of their faces, Hayser lifted the curtain of the car window and looked out. The noble lady wanted to say something, but Peake didn't give him a chance to speak. "I must go back," he said to Hayska, "and now you will drive the carriage." The other party was silent, and he also groaned for a moment, and then said, "Do you know how to drive a carriage?"

"I will. Feeling the urgency of the other party's tone, Haysjia replied quickly.

"Find a safe place," said Peake, looking her in the eye, "I'll be back for you right away." After speaking, he glanced at the other party with a smile, and without waiting for Haysjia's answer, he jumped out of the carriage directly and walked towards the forest next to him.

Hayes was stunned and lifted the curtain again, only to find that the blue-hat figure had disappeared from view. "Mother, where are we going?" she looked at the noble lady with a look of loss.

"Find a path back to the town of Peace, preferably around the plain we had walked before. The noble lady thought for a moment and said calmly, "This is the closest to the peaceful town, and there are only two of us, so we can only go back there temporarily." ”

Haysjia lowered her head and walked out of the carriage, her slender hands gripping the reins, and suddenly, she felt a trace of warmth remaining on it.

The carriage drove away slowly.

They didn't notice that a donkey suddenly came out of the woods and followed them......