On the battlefield where the smoke of gunfire still dissipated, broken spears and broken spears were intertwined, and several corpses with lost heads lay together.

Not far away, a soldier pierced the chest of the undead in front of him with a knife, and the long knife cut a large hole in the corpse of the undead, but did not inflict fatal damage on it.

At the same time, the shriveled muscles of the undead seemed to show a mocking smile, as if they were mocking his incompetence again, and at the same time, the right hand that was only pale and skeleton suddenly stabbed out a sword, and the mercenary looked at the undead warrior who was pierced by his own stab and looked at him with a sneer, and also returned a sneer.

"Now your weapon is gone....", and blood gushed from the corner of the soldier's mouth, while both hands gripped the undead's sword-wielding hand tightly.

For he had seen a warrior rushing up, and the great sword was swinging at the enemy's head. The undead instinctively felt a sense of crisis behind him, and wanted to pull the sword out of the soldier's body, but found it difficult to pull, and when he looked up at the soldier, he found him with a smile.

"The undead are nothing more than that..."

The undead's head fell in response, and there was not even black blood dripping from the dry neck, but it fell to the ground. The dying soldier smiled and nodded at the other warrior, and seeing the silent nod on the other side, the soldier slowly sat down, and then turned his gaze to Ramiel...

In the distance, the sun pierced the sky, colorful butterflies flew and stopped, around the budding buds, and then in the distance, a little girl in a white dress was playing on the grass, her face was a little difficult to see in the sun, as if she realized that someone was watching her, the little girl raised her head, stunned for a moment, and then scattered the scattered flowers and leaves in her hand, and ran over sweetly...

"It's Dad...."The familiar voice, some vague memories suddenly all came back...

"Teresa...."

A skull fell to the ground, red blood gushing out of the neck cavity. The warrior who drew back the sword was silent, he cut off not the head of the undead, but the head of his comrade, just to prevent the undead from obtaining the source of the corpse, everyone chose this cruel way.

He was so peaceful before he died, he must have remembered the happy times of the past, if I die in battle now, will anyone still remember me?

The warrior was a little sad, death was not terrible, what was terrible was that he was so lonely when he died, and no one even remembered himself.

I felt that the sword was stained with blood, soaked with the strip of cloth wrapped around the hilt, and it felt slippery, maybe the next time I swung it, it would be out of my hand.

The warrior was cranky, a little stunned. Then a sharp pain came from his chest, and when he looked down, a pitch-black hilt with internal organs had penetrated his chest, and he clearly felt that his breathing began to fail, and his strength began to disappear, and then the next moment the tip of the sword disappeared from his chest.

The warrior who lost his support fell to the ground overflowing, while the undead warrior who had successfully sneaked up on the attack made a "cough-cough-cough" sound in his throat, ready to find his next target.

But just wanted to move, but found that his own feet seemed to be deeply trapped in the swamp and could not move, the undead warrior looked down strangely, it turned out that his ankle had been pulled by the warrior's big hand, it tried again and still could not get out of the warrior's control, the dark green eye sockets because of the angry green light appeared, just wanted to swing the sword to fight that hand, but found that the other party's gaze looked far away, looking along the other party's line of sight.

In the distance, a mage was chanting a complex incantation, the crimson fire element between his palm and the staff had begun to jump long and wide, and then the mage's staff pointed at him, and the undead warrior had the illusion that the fiery fire element had begun to scorch his skin.

The undead warrior swung his sword, and the hand that grabbed his ankle broke at the wrist, and the bright red blood soaked Sensen's white bones, but the palm of the hand holding his ankle was still tightly clenched.

"It's too late...."The warrior who had just had his hand severed vomited blood, indifferent to his injuries, but watched with a confused look at the flaming missile getting closer and closer....

Whose memory will I live in the future? The warrior suddenly sighed with emotion...

After all, the necromantic warrior did not avoid the attack of the flame missile, and the huge flames exploded on the two of them with a loud noise, directly engulfing them, and then the flames were gone, and the ground was already broken and broken, and it was no longer possible to tell which piece belonged to whom.

In the distance, a severed hand that had been blown away had been burned with blood and flames, but if anyone was willing to overcome their fear to pick it up, they would find that there was a copper ring on it, on which the handwriting could be faintly seen as the years passed....

"....Speed is the love of his life, Kayla...."

The middle-aged mage withdrew his staff, and the flame missile just now drained all his energy, if it wasn't for that warrior to control the movement of the undead warrior, I'm afraid he wouldn't have the extra magic power to track down the undead warrior.

As a noble mage, for the first time, he had a good impression of the inferior sweat-smelling warriors, but only a little bit.

Warriors should go up and die, shouldn't they? But when the war is over, maybe I can try to understand these inferior people.

The mage thought about it, the drying up of his magic made his spirit a little tired, and then he unconsciously reached out and touched his belt. It was only when he touched the cold metal belt that he realized that his sober potion had long been gone, and after thinking about it, he stacked up his robes and slashed the dagger at his already scarred arm.

Pain can make you sober!

He vaguely remembered the teacher's teachings, and his gloomy face showed a hint of respect, and then he seemed to remember something, and suddenly his face became extremely hideous, and no one knew what this uncertain mage was thinking.

What is Kenny! I'm your best student! I'm a nobleman, he's just a pariah!

The mage suddenly couldn't control his anger, and then looked around the battlefield with anger. He is the top of all the mages, even more than many warriors in the frontline, no one likes this arrogant mage, but no one dares to question his spirit, he has been fighting at the forefront of the battlefield with several warriors, now the situation is gradually collapsing, the human front is gradually retreating, only his squad stands still, but now there are fewer and fewer warriors protecting him, and he can't hold out for long.

Looking at the other mages behind him who were surrounded by warriors, he smiled disdainfully and spat at the ground.

"A bunch of rubbish!"

The mage used a trace of magic power to recover from his injuries and released a small ice bomb, which instantly froze an undead warrior who rushed to the front, and then the warrior who protected him raised his knife and cut off the head of the undead.

The soldier who protected him was a little tired, and turned around and persuaded, "My lord, if we don't withdraw one after another, I'm afraid we won't be able to hold out for long." ”

The warrior's cowardly words seemed to make the mage feel offended, and he immediately became angry, and the staff struck directly on the warrior's back, and his face was hideous.

"Get back to your place, idiot!"

The warrior's words were soon fulfilled, although the mage kept adding new scars to his arm in order to restore his magic power, but such a team was powerless in the face of an endless stream of undead troops, and the warriors who protected him in front of him also fell one by one, and when the last warrior fell, the mage still remembered that he turned around and shouted to himself, "My lord, we can't do it, you retreat quickly"

"Do I need you to teach me how to do it?"

Without the protection of the warrior, the mage had to face the undead warrior attack directly, and he just wanted to use the arcane missile to repel a necromantic in front of him, but he felt the long sword stabbed by the side, and the mana that had just gathered dissipated instantly, and this blow also made him embarrassed.

The surrounding enemies became more and more numerous, and several swords slashed at each other, and in a hurry, the mage once again cut a scar on his arm and shouted.

"Iron and Stoneskin!"

Then several weapons struck the mage, but did not cause any damage, only a creaking sound, but the robe on his body was shattered by the sword.

Seeing that his noble status was so embarrassed, the mage suddenly had a crazy look on his face, and plunged the dagger into his thigh, a sharp pain came, and the mage could feel his blood and magic gushing like a fountain. Then he propped himself up, supported by his staff, and walked step by step into the depths of the battlefield.

With every step he took, a trace of red light jumped over his body, and the magic robe on his body had already been shattered by the attacks of countless undead warriors who surrounded him, revealing scars everywhere, and the mage's expression seemed to become more and more hideous.

By the end of the day, he was completely shrouded in red magical elements, and his figure was unrecognizable.

Then in the distance where the undead warriors were most concentrated, all the mages felt the earth-destroying elemental power begin to collapse in disorder, and the air flow began to converge rapidly towards that side, and a few seconds later a huge explosion occurred, and the dazzling light instantly illuminated the entire battlefield, and all the undead stagnated unconsciously, and then a huge shock wave carried everyone to pieces. It's just that in the place affected by that big bang, all the undead warriors have been turned into broken bones....