"Did the sun come out of the west this morning?" said the Alpine Fort Lord put down his binoculars and turned his head to look at the people around him in confusion.

"Your Majesty. Dracula stood proudly on the corner of the battlement, a scarlet coat fluttering in the wind, and his pale and handsome face was full of seriousness, "Your Majesty thinks that if you assume that the corresponding direction is west, then the sun rises in the west. ”

"Uncle Richard, why do you say that?" Sinclair's hoarse voice was distinctive.

Originally, she should have withdrawn to the Twilight Forest, and stayed in the name of accompanying Anne. In fact, everyone can see that this tomboy is extremely aggressive by nature, and he must be restless if he stays behind.

Once again, the lord pressed his eyes to the telescope tube to make sure he wasn't dizzy—the group of "high-level undead" were holding a skull leg bone tied with a white scarf and waving it wildly.

The meaning of this move is basically universal to the entire known civilized world - surrender, admit defeat, and lose.

Whatever words are used to describe it, in short, it means that you are invincible and ready to give up resistance and beg for mercy.

Richard couldn't help but wonder if the undead would fly a white flag, or conversely, would they still be the undead?

He waved his hand to halt the crossbow salvo, and the castle was pre-planted with brass pipes that could command with little delay.

"If that little undead doesn't attack, don't hurt them. ”

Leaving behind a puzzling order, Richard leaped from the top floor of the castle. The undead striker has reached seven or eight hundred yards away, and the full confrontation is about to begin, how can he be absent as the main general.

The Tiger Spirit and Centaur Archer arranged in the castle were the first to attack, and with the advantage of their condescending geography, they could still guarantee considerable accuracy and power even at this distance!

"Immortal!"

The arrows that flew out were as dense as grates, nailing countless resuscitators to the ground like comb lice.

The difference in long-range firepower between the two sides is simply more disparity than the number of people, but it has to be adjusted. The skeletal archers were not even inferior to the skills of the living soldiers, and their weapons were old but still reliable, making them the best in their class. Coupled with the fact that he is not afraid of casualties, his morale is stable, and his physical strength is abundant, his combat effectiveness can even be said to be good.

But in front of the archer of the peak mountain fort, the bow and arrow in the skeleton's hand are as weak as playing a cotton pick, and it is not a level of confrontation at all!

In particular, they also follow the teachings of their own lords, and always regard their peers as high-order targets on the battlefield, second only to mages in priority!

So before they could enter the range and release even one arrow, the few skeleton archers were named one by one, and they became the first all-out battle loss class in this game.

"Enemy spellcasters are gathering!"

Without the reminder of the sentry on the castle, the lord would have seen it a long time ago.

The army of the undead in front of him really has a bit of background, and it is actually scattered to form a spell-casting team composed of about twenty lichs and samurai. As the incantation was chanted, the writhing corpses around them swelled like a puff, spewing pus-green smoke like an accidentally broken gas canister.

The corpse explosion technique, which belongs to the category of the wind variant poison system, is so small that it can no longer be a niche, and uses the thick smoke with poison to invade the enemy, which can be called an elemental version of the biological and chemical weapon.

This spell has always been considered the best of the best, and the best of the best. While it's possible to inflict endless spread damage on enemies, it's easy to shoot yourself in the foot with a rock in the event of a strong wind blowing back by your opponent.

Therefore, corpse explosion techniques are rare on the battlefield, and normal commanders would not want to touch such an unstable thing.

However, there is no such problem for the undead at the moment, as they are naturally immune to most toxin damage after they have already died once.

Moreover, the fact that elemental users have high intelligence seems to be universal, even the undead. They summoned a poisonous mist that failed to ignite, allowing them to surround themselves and their companions.

The dwarf soldier who was about to use the bed crossbow to snipe at a fixed point was suddenly blinded, looking at the gradually expanding green smoke, no one knew where the target was hiding!

"Yo-he!" the lord raised his eyebrows, very surprised.

They probably noticed that the Annihilation Steel Crossbow Bolt had a miraculous effect on the magic shield, and knew that they couldn't resist it, so they actually came up with a way to use the poisonous mist as a smoke screen.

These lichs and samurai must have had a very powerful spellcaster in their lifetime, otherwise it would be impossible for them to retain such a flexible understanding of spells after being transformed into undead.

"Let me come, let me come!" Nehru licked a triumphant grin and shouted as he fiddled with the smoke state converter, and a moment later a straight shot of earthy yellow condensation light.

The alchemy of the earth has finally shown its shocking side again after 10,000 years of dust!

Starting from the point of contact between the light and the poisonous mist, the ethereal transforms into substance and slowly spreads in all directions, like living water frozen by low temperatures!

If this method is used against human mages, don't expect it to be effective at all!

Without a connection to the volcanic leylines and an endless supply of elements, the rate at which the smoke condenses is very limited. The other party has a little brain, and he will withdraw as soon as he discovers the abnormality, and it is impossible to let the situation develop.

But the undead are undead after all, and the shriveled brain marrow is extremely difficult to function, especially when encountering incomprehensible situations.

When the poisonous mist surrounding them turned into a physical entity, the undead caster was like a fish trapped in an ice cube, unable to move again!

"A bunch of deflated threes!" the kobold shaman spat hard, indulging in the illusory pleasure of suppressing all the other spellcasters alone.

It was as if I saw the day when I rose through the ranks and finally became a magister. Dressed in a magnificent robe, he showed the majesty of the Supreme Mage to the world.

He smirked and wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, not noticing a sudden ripple in the air behind him.

A vague ghost of a gray cloak appears out of thin air, holding up an exaggeratedly sized long-handled scythe in his hand.

At the last moment, Nehru also seemed to feel a chill behind him, and the smile on his face retracted and was about to turn back.

It was too late—the void scythe slashed through his neck, not causing any visible wounds, but it had already wiped out life.

The troll shaman next to him reacted quickly, and raised his hand to be a lightning chain. The blazing white lightning flashed on the ghost's body four times in a row, and it suddenly exploded into a wisp of green smoke!

If you fight, you will die, and this is the most legitimate thing. Expecting the opponent to always follow his own script and not fight back is a pipe dream!

At this moment, the tide of undead that filled the field of vision had rushed to three hundred yards away, and it suddenly accelerated its pace.

The troll shamans were so focused on unleashing their own magic spells that no one bothered to glance at Nehru's death.