If you look down from above.

More than 100,000 decaying, decaying, and bleak undead formed a black tide that spread on all sides to the hills guarded by thousands of living people. It is as if a monstrous flood is raging and rushing, and the next moment it will swallow up the isolated island in the middle of the river!

The skeleton soldiers rushed to the front with their agility, old armor hanging from their filthy bones, clattering as they ran. The soul fire in his eyes jumped, and his black and yellow teeth clicked and clenched.

They hate life and desperately want to destroy everything, to turn the Pure Land into a dead country, to plunge living beings into eternal darkness!

Facing the filthy undead up close, there was a rustling of metal grinding in the Ripper's array, as the warriors clenched their weapons.

Their blood is hotter than molten iron! Their will is stronger than the city wall! Their courage is greater than the mountains!

But the moment the undead stepped on the Angry Waves River, they suddenly stumbled and fell on all fours.

The scene was quite comical, with countless skeletons dancing as if a dark style necromancer was taking place in the Alpine Castle.

"Haha, a bunch of fools!" Gunther laughed wildest, carrying his tomahawk.

The climate is already quite cold at the moment, and the Nutao River has long been covered with thick ice. After inspecting the speed of icing outside, the lord decided that it was a waste of manpower to break the ice all the time, so he simply ordered the entire ice surface to be polished carefully.

On the smooth ice, it is difficult for ordinary people with no training to maintain their balance, let alone the undead who are naturally poorly coordinated.

Of course, this little trouble is nothing to them. In the future, more undead will not avoid the skeleton soldiers at all, and step on the ground into a piece of bone residue, laying on the ice to easily solve the anti-slip problem.

So the army of rippers, whose silver armor flashed like heavenly warriors, collided with the dusty undead who seemed to have just been dug out of the ancient tomb!

With a grudge against life, the resuscitator let out an inexplicable roar in his throat, desperately attacking the living. But after a few months of training in the Twilight Forest, the improvement of the Ripper Legion is unimaginable to outsiders!

A full 2,000 infantrymen were divided into two rows, front and rear, guarding the line of 1,500 yards.

This meant that their formation must be loose and thin, and it was impossible to form a dense phalanx.

"Our lord is really a master of the arts, and he dares to arrange such a loose array. Seedorf stood on the top of the castle and leaned against the battlements.

When he first arranged the tactics, he actually didn't agree with this unconventional style of play. But on the one-third of an acre of land in the Alpine Fort, if Richard kept insisting, it would be impossible for others to do anything.

In the military field, convention often represents the most tempered classics, so unconventional is not a compliment.

But the ultra-elite infantry, which is almost entirely composed of top-level soldiers and sub-top-level soldiers, is completely qualified to ignore ordinary conventions!

Their formation is obviously so thin, but when the army of the undead is surging, skeletons, mummies, and zombies are as harmless as lambs to be slaughtered in front of them!

Sharp blades can often cut off opponents with weapons even if they are not good for a moment, and even zombies known for their physical toughness are completely immune.

This is all about fighting with the super high quality of soldiers!

Seedorf had always believed in the first half of his life that proper tactical arrangements were the soul of ordinary troops. But now he has to admit that if the quality of the soldiers is really strong enough to be proud of the common people, they can also turn decay into magic.

Richard held the dragon sword, changing the fierce style of using heavy weapons to open and close in the past, and took the route of showing off his skills.

With a sword in his hand, the three inches in front of him were full of afterimages as bright as flowers. According to his own boasting, those who die under this kind of swordsmanship will have a happy smile on their faces in order to see the ultimate magnificence.

This is difficult to verify today, as the undead do not seem to have much appreciation. But one thing is certain, his killing efficiency is terrifying.

With a chilling precision, cutting your head is like mowing grass. The large amount of soul fire that overflowed in a short period of time even caused pale phosphorus flames to float nearby!

The tide is not slowing down in the slightest because of the frustration of the forwards, and more undead are coming in one after another, including stitching monsters who are too large to move.

They are the primary target of bed crossbows, but these undead with no less magical power are not very afraid of ordinary crossbow arrows. Even if it's an Annihilation Steel Arrow, it often takes several hits to take out a Stitching Monster.

But when a few big fat men set foot on the Angry Waves, the unexpected happened.

Their weight is so staggering that even the thick ice can't support it. There was a crackling sound, and several stitching monsters that had dodged the bed crossbow sniping fell down the hole into the river.

This suddenly produced a chain reaction, and the cracks spread across the entire ice surface, and the undead who fell into the water for a while were afraid that there must be thousands.

In order to facilitate the transportation of cargo ships and save trade costs, the nearby waterways have been specially dredged, and the center of the river is nearly ten blades deep. The undead landed inside, and even the tallest stitching monster could not be seen.

"Isn't it going to end there?" Gunther smashes a skull with a round battle axe.

The first one who crossed the river has been wiped out, but the latter has not followed, and it was a little boring for a while.

On the other side of the river, the undead are jumping into the water like dumplings, but they can only get in and out, which makes people wonder if they are all drowned.

The giant troops and the heavy cavalry have not yet had time to dispatch, and if it ends like this, it will be a shame to make solemn preparations.

"Definitely not. "Dracula carries a large wooden barrel of multiplying the blood on his back, not a burden.

He used to take the ornate and light route, which was different from the barrel painting style behind him. But there is no way, in order to strengthen the sustainability of blood energy, this is the only way to do it.

"It's coming. Hurt raised his hand and opened his bow to scoop a newly emerging mummy.

The undead don't need to breathe at all, and the living will surely die long after sinking into the water for so long, but it is nothing to them at all.

These tall and short undead took the river as a smooth road, and they simply waded through. There are algae hanging on his body, and even a few live golden-scaled carp are brought out!

Chief Setos immediately led the Iron King and the trolls forward, and suddenly the mountains shook like a herd of bison passing by.

After months of training in the Great Twilight Forest, even if the trolls need a lot of experience, most of them have advanced at least once, and their intelligence, size, and will to fight have improved significantly.

They let out a defiant roar at the Stitchers, waving their maces. No need for an explanation, both sides immediately rushed towards each other!

Further behind, the heavy cavalry flattened their spears and began to move slowly.