Netomund has always considered himself not only a qualified leader of the Order, but also a trainer who is good at training his subordinates, a talent that has been with him since he was a teenager, and although he is in his twilight at this time, he still takes pride in it, and a person's confidence often comes from his own strength, and he is no different, and so far he has never seen anyone better than him in this strength. [No pop-ups.]

But the scene in front of him subverted his cognition, although it was not serious enough to cause his action to fail, and could barely be regarded as a frustration, but he was really mentally difficult to accept, just like a clear and round porcelain vase that he originally cherished, but at some point he accidentally discovered that it had already cracked a small crack, and it was not as perfect as he originally thought, this feeling can be imagined.

The undead acolytes quickly adjusted their tactics after encountering the opponent's multi-person combined attack, but they were not as close as their opponents, because even if they did, it was not reasonable, heavy armor and large shields were naturally the only way to exert greater advantages, and they were strong in attack, so the way they used them was naturally very different, and their positions were slightly dispersed between each other, shaped like sharp spears, and the boxers were at the forefront as the breakthroughs.

In fact, the process of adjustment was completed in the blink of an eye, the undead just retreated or advanced two or three steps before forming a formation, which was completely a natural evolution of the enemy, without any stiff and rigid movements, if it was placed on a human being, such a tacit cooperation without more than decades of training was almost delusional, ordinary people can't do it, and Netomund can't do it either!

But the undead can do it!

In essence, they are a whole, all governed by Luo Lan's extended will, and the human emotions of fear of death are basically not possessed. =STARTER=

Soul connection with each other allows them to know almost every thought in their companion's mind and what they want next, without even thinking about it. When they took a step, they must have known that there would be a sword at their side, as if it were their other hand, they had never tried to do this before, but they were oppressed by the paladins, and the original layer of thin paper wings was suddenly pierced, but the first cooperation fit perfectly. The Boxer was not reckless when he rushed forward first, but reached out and grabbed it, picked up the two corpses of the barbarians lying on the ground and threw them head-on, targeting the paladins in a tight array. Under the tremendous force of his arm. Even just an ordinary throw is full of rage and murderous intent. The first paladin to bear the brunt of the shield was expressionless to resist, years of training have made these movements a conditioned reflex of the body, "bang" There was a heavy force in the hand, and the body couldn't help but take a step back, although the companions behind him held them up in time, but the gap between the two still existed after all, which made a row of tight formations immediately have two points suddenly sunken inward, and the figure of one of the paladins was exposed alone!

Fighters need this opportunity!

It's just that this opportunity is fleeting, and the two paladins who have been blocked in their actions only need to take a slight step forward to return to their previous formation, but at this time. The thin undead and the boxer rushed up at the same time at this moment, wrapped in the whistling wind and cut into the array, the fist and the two violent weapons were not attacking, but striking the paladin's shield again, the huge force made them have to retreat again, but there was a conflict with the force pushed by the companions behind, and they were sandwiched back and forth. The two of them snorted at the same time, their faces suddenly turned pale, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of their mouths.

Two slashing swords appeared at the same time, one left and one right, on the side of the paladin who stood out from the array alone, he raised his shield very calmly, and drew his sword, he knew that as long as he held on for a moment, the protection of his teammates would appear on his side again. But he didn't have that chance. Two weapons were mounted, but a dagger that emerged out of thin air rested on his throat. With another slight cut, his eyes widened, and before he even had time to feel pain, hot and humid blood gushed out from the hole that had been cut, and with it the energy and consciousness in his body.

Behind him, the two paladins who had just recovered their breath were still unable to move, and the originally simple step had now become so difficult, because the two headless corpses thrown by the boxer actually stretched out a hand and grabbed their feet!

All the undead rushed forward, only Simpuk stood behind and did not move, the green fire in his eyes flickered, this is a special ability he evolved, able to enslave two corpses to become his own slaves, they are not qualified undead creatures, but puppets controlled by his mental power, in essence, they are more vulnerable than the undead, but some inconspicuous small help can also play a role in turning the situation around as long as it is used in the right place.

The undead had just flashed this thought in the paladin's mind, and the slashing sword in his hand had flashed with a faint divine light, and he slashed down without hesitation, but they forgot that one of them was missing! And the teammates on the left and right were also restrained by the boxers and the skinny undead at this time, and there was no one to cover for them anymore!

The more closely coordinated the formation, the more there is no room for error, but again, just one link is enough to cause a full collapse to get out of control.

At the same time as they made this action, the two undead acolytes had already rushed in front of them, and at the same time they stepped forward, drew their swords, swung and slashed, and the slashing swords slashed through a half-arc in the air, the time, angle, and speed were exactly the same, and they were each other's figures in the mirror, perfect to be impeccable.

The two heads tilted around their necks and flew high again.

At the same time, the green light in Sempuk's eyes was bright, and the bodies of the two paladins who had just lost their heads trembled, and instead of falling, they turned around and stabbed the weapon in their hands into the abdomen of their teammates behind them.

Netomund's shock was generated at this moment, only for a brief moment, Luo Lan, who had been standing in the distance since the beginning of the battle, suddenly flashed a sharp light in his eyes, and his figure suddenly disappeared from the high slope, leaving only two deep footprints and whirling and fluttering blades of grass under his feet!

With a strange sound, a trace rippled in the air like a sharp blade cutting through the water, and the ground in a straight line seemed to be ploughed by something, and the earth, sand, and plants all rolled over, and everyone had a trance, an illusion, as if the originally formless and massless air was cut and torn apart!

Netomund's face was only half turned, the sound of the wild whistling and the breath of death had already hit his nose, the heavy killing intent and the biting cold made his whole body stiff, in the face of this thunderous blow, his thinking and nerves were almost paralyzed, the numbness spread to all corners of the body, he no longer knew what fear was, what was thinking, and the twitching corners of his eyes could only watch the bright light get closer and closer to him.

But it wasn't that no one noticed this anomaly in time, the two twin swordsmen beside Netomund had indifferent expressions, and the gazes in their eyes were even stiffer and sluggish, but almost at the same time, they were full of fighting spirit, and then took out their swords to intercept them.

"Boom!"

A loud bang shook the five paladins on Netomund's side at the same time, and the defensive shield that was opened also shattered into many uniform lumps, blood gushed from his mouth and nose, and he staggered a few steps, and the bones of his body made a sound of breaking one after another, and they were carried to the ground one by one, and all the skin and flesh on his body were strangely deflated, as if he had lost his inner support.

The swords in the hands of the two twin swordsmen were shattered into flying fragments, along with one of their arms, and the flesh and bones were reduced to countless tiny objects floating in the air, but they remained expressionless, as if they were watching an unrelated scene.

And Luo Lan's figure kept rolling in the air, and after landing, he took more than a dozen steps back one after another to dissolve this huge shock force, and he couldn't help but cry out regret in his heart.

His instantaneous attack could only be in a straight line, but he caught a fleeting gap in time, which was more than enough with the speed of his burst, but coincidentally, when he was about to launch, Netomund's body that had been locked by his spirit was indeed incapacitated, but the horses under him took a step forward as if frightened, and this step narrowly allowed the latter to escape.

The sudden change of position made it impossible for Luo Lan to avoid encountering other paladins, even one of them could slow down his body, not to mention that there were as many as five people!

But just as he was barely standing on his feet, a man in a robe standing behind Netomund suddenly opened his eyes and whispered a spell. City, when I went out of the store, I found that I lost 100 yuan, and when I went back to look for it, I already had everything, only 2 minutes, this year......