It's been a long time since Saruman was outraged since he transformed into a corpse witch.

Of course, if the other side was just a female relative who was just greeting him, such as forcibly having some vulgar super-friendship relationship or something, Saruman would definitely not be easily provoked.

However, for wizards, it doesn't matter if you insult my personality, but you can't insult my intelligence! After all, Saruman is a veteran military wizard who has been in the military for three years, but he was actually said by the other party to be "like a graduate who has just come out of school", which is simply unbearable for him!

Relying on the undead constitution to forcibly suppress the humiliating anger, Saruman stared at the human male through the invisible banshee's gaze, and suddenly noticed that the other party did not seem to have any intention of continuing to escape.

Here's a chance!

He quietly manipulated the surrounding group of ghouls, quietly approaching from both sides and behind the blind spot of the opponent's vision, and at the same time, in order to attract the attention of the other party, manipulated the banshee to emerge from the invisible state and said:

"Humans. How do you know that this is a tactic in our undead military discipline? ”

"The undead military drill is not a secret thing." Aske said, "Who doesn't have a few undead friends? ”

"That friend you're talking about, could it be ......" Saruman continued his nonsense, secretly giving the order to attack.

A few tiptoeing ghouls had already approached about five or six meters from behind. This distance, in terms of the ability of the ghouls' lower limbs to bounce, is just a matter of one pounce.

The ghoul bounced up and bit at Asker's back, but he didn't even make a sound in the air, so much so that Saruman couldn't help but exclaim in his heart:

Succeed!

A row of exploding gunshots followed, including the ghouls flying in the air, and the skeletal archers in the rear who had been ordered by Saruman to stand still in order to paralyze Aske, and were once again slumped by bullets like wheat in the wind.

Saruman: ???

Lobster Spearmen! Damn, how did I forget about them!

Only then did he realize it. Due to this strange presence on the battlefield, not only was the tactical rhythm of the combination of the Highland Swordsman-Lobster Spearmen affected by him, but even Saruman's attention was firmly attracted to him, and he even forgot about the fact that the Lobster Spearmen could shoot every once in a while.

However, this guy obviously didn't forget this, otherwise he wouldn't have stopped abruptly in the middle of the run, and deliberately talked to me to distract me...... Eh, so it turned out that I was the one who was distracted!

Saruman, who finally figured it out, almost vomited blood in anger. Of course, as an undead corpse witch physique, there was no blood in his body anymore, so he only felt that there was a suffocating flame burning in his chest, which could not be extinguished, and he couldn't spit it out, and he couldn't spit it out, and he was so uncomfortable that he died.

"You human, you're too scheming!" With the help of the mouth of the invisible banshee, Saruman angrily accused the other party, "How can you make such a deception! ”

It's not that my brain isn't bright enough, it's because you're too cunning and I've been deceived by you!

"Deceitful?" Aske was stunned for a moment, and then showed a somewhat crying and laughing expression, "Just you?" Don't need it......"

With a click, Saruman looked down expressionlessly, and saw that the staff in his hand had been broken by him.

The Highland swordsmen have rushed up again, battling the remaining ghouls.

Hiding in the distance, Saruman managed to calm down, and finally returned to the undead's unique state of ancient wells without waves.

Then he looked at the battlefield and decided not to provoke the strange human anymore - the guy was so disgusting to talk to him that his anger rose with a few words, and Saruman felt like he was losing his life if he said a few more words...... can make the undead who have no lifespan feel that they are dying, and the disgusting degree of this person can be seen.

Skeletal archers! With the broken staff in hand, Saruman began to give orders again. Attack those Highland Swordsmen......

Before the order could be given, a gunshot suddenly rang out, piercing his bone shield.

Saruman was located in the corner of a hill about 500 meters on the edge of the battlefield, and he surrounded himself with an earthy gray skeleton that was similar in color to the soil of the nearby hills, allowing him to blend in with his environment like a chameleon.

Saruman, who was extremely confident in his camouflage ability, first reacted with "This is probably a stray bullet fired crookedly on the battlefield......"

Then a second bullet pierced the bone shield again, entering the center of his eyebrow.

The corpse witch's head exploded violently in an instant like a balloon, but the headless corpse did not fall immediately, but pushed forward with both hands, quickly thickening the bone shield in front of him, and his legs were immediately bent, using the time when the bone shield was covering the opponent's vision, he lowered his height as soon as possible to avoid being pierced by the opponent's next blind shot.

Another blind shot, again into his chest. To be exact, it was after he crouched down to lower his height that he still hit him accurately in the chest, as if he had known that he would crouch down to this position.

He...... How could it be...... A bitter feeling flowed through the remnants of the spirit's consciousness, and Saruman's body fell backwards to the ground.

With the annihilation of the spirit body, the flesh that originally relied on the blood of the undead to be incorruptible gradually turned into ashes.

The Highland swordsmen were still battling the ghouls when they suddenly noticed the terrifying Night Hunters stiffen. If they were previously as efficient as a cooperative wolf pack, now they are more like instinctive claws and bites, and the threat to the Highland swordsmen is rapidly reduced.

The lobster gunners on the hills behind, especially Commander Eric, could see more clearly. They saw Asker, who was charging, suddenly stop, and then magically conjured a rifle and fired three shots into the far corner of the battlefield.

Some of them had very good eyesight, and they could see debris splashed on a dirt slope on the opposite side from a distance. Then, the sea of undead soldiers, which was originally running at high speed like a war machine, suddenly became sluggish and blocked.

Not only did the ghouls decline, but the skeletal archers weakened even more. Like unconscious walking corpses, they began to slowly and slowly move around disorientation. Occasionally, he pulled out his bone bow and shot an arrow at the nearby Highland swordsman, but his movements were also soft and without any strength.

The Plantagenet mercenary group, which has fought more than once with the undead, certainly understands what this means.

The commander who commanded this undead army was directly sniped out of the man's careless few shots into the distance!