Here, the cold moonlight rises into the sky, slowly replacing the setting sun. Under the darkening canopy, Cassius rode his skeletal steed up the snow hill, a pair of dark golden fireballs peering through the helmets of his eyes at the human camp in the distance.

The Black Code of Baron Tass has a strict hierarchy, and the soul fire in the eyes of the undead divides them into high and low orders in different colors, among which the many skeleton soldiers whose flames take on a dark green color belong to the lower undead who have no independent thoughts, and the dark gold flame pupils represent another higher status, such as the powerful lich and the Pale Lord, and the Black Guard-

An evil class of people who are in opposition to the Good Order, known as the Black Knight or "Anti-Paladin" by the bards of Castaño, and one of the pillars of the realm of the dead.

Cassius is a dark nobleman with the title of duke, who takes the form of a humanoid skeleton in armor, with white bony fingers grasping a chain in place of the reins, and holding a pitch-black runic broadsword in the other hand.

He straddled the stirrups of his skeletal steed, and looked behind him, examining the countless soldiers lurking in the shadows.

It wasn't long before a black-robed corpse witch came to him, bent over his body and buried his head, put his withered arm on his chest to express absolute obedience, and a hoarse voice came from under the leaky jaw:

"Lord Cassius, General Barnadel's ghost messenger has reported that his army of ghouls had been assembled two minutes ago, that His Majesty's bone dragon had been assembled for our reinforcements, and that graceful beast was sleeping less than five hundred feet away from us, ready to take off at any time on Lady Rosette's command."

"Very good." The Black Knight's voice exuded a cold aura and a soul penetrating darkness.

White snowflakes fell on the surface of his black armor, and the tall skeleton warlord pondered for a moment, and sent an order to the corpse witch beside him: "Go, tell Barnard that he will divide his ghoul army into squadrons to search for and clear the enemy deserters, and our side will cooperate with Rosette's bone dragons to launch the main attack from the front." When the massacre is over, I will see before dawn the ruins of that barracks become a cemetery of submission. ”

"As you wish, my master." The corpse witch knocked down his forehead deeply.

……

The night is getting deeper.

The light of torches lit up around the camp, and most of the soldiers of the expeditionary force of the Golden Wing Empire fell asleep in their respective camps, leaving only a few groups of guards and patrols in the camp to remain basically vigilant and awake, after all, the human constitution still needs proper sleep after all, and it is not like the undead who can never tire to ignite the soul fire in their eyes.

There was a rare silence all around.

Maybe it's because he's been asleep for a day before waking up, or because his physical attributes at 18 points have reached the limit of ordinary people, Urs, who originally planned to have a good night's rest, found that his current mental state is actually not too bad.

After a short nap, a few muffled words came from outside the tent. Urs lay in his tent, guessing that the men who were talking were probably the patrol guards of the camp, but the tone of their voices sounded a little flustered.

What's going on? What happened in the barracks?

With some doubts in his mind, he got up and got dressed, and just wanted to go out to see the situation, but was shocked back by a sudden and terrifying loud noise.

The deafening sound was very close to the roar of a dragon, but the timbre was a little strange, very hoarse, and it felt like a broken bellows with a lot of holes.

The movement outside the tent suddenly fell into chaos as if it had exploded, and for a moment it even collided with the screams of swords intersecting, as well as the roars and screams of desperate killing.

Realizing that something was wrong with the situation, Urs was stunned, and hurriedly raised his vigilance, and pulled out the military iron long sword placed next to the pillow with his right hand. He held his breath and held his breath, the eardrums in both ears catching a rapid footstep approaching this direction, and a rapid heartbeat in his chest.

In the next second, a giant skeleton with a height of nearly two hundred centimeters brandished a two-handed giant sword in the shape of a cross to cut through the barrier at the door of the tent, breaking into his sight like a grim reaper who had come to ask for his life.

He glanced at the skeleton and saw that it was wearing a full suit of armor with a helmet, but the soul fire in its eye sockets was a low-grade green, which made him recognize that the enemy in front of him was no ordinary skeleton soldier.

Rather, it's a tricky monster called the Bone Swordsman.

As an elite class of Byron Tas at the beginning of the game, the challenge level of the Bone Swordsman is level 10 or above, and the standard equipment is a complete set of black armor and cross-handed greatsword, and even the most inferior combat power has a class structure such as "Level 10 Soldier/Level 1 Warrior".

The skeleton swordsman who broke into Urs's eyes stepped forward, picked up the two-handed giant sword in his hand and swung a sweeping slash at Urs, but Urs, who reacted in time, raised his hand and parried down.

The cross-shaped two-handed giant sword and the standard military long sword of the Golden Que Ying Empire collided together, and the offensive and defensive sides began to wrestle, but this stalemate did not last long.

Urs stared at the ball of fire in the eyes of the bone frame, and suddenly roared and pushed forward, outperforming the undead monster in front of him in a duel of power.

The skeletal swordsman staggered back half a step, and the black-haired young man immediately stepped forward, slammed him to the ground with his shoulder sideways and took advantage of the former's unstable balance, and then stretched out his left hand to pull away an iron eyepatch on the opponent's helmet, and plunged the military sword in his right hand upside down into the eye socket of this elite skeleton.

The dark green soul fire shook violently under the stabbing of the blade, and the tall undead skeleton fell to the ground and trembled, and then turned into two system prompts that came into Urs's mind-

You killed the Bone Swordsman.

[EXP +60 (Kill Bonus)]

Enemies with a full class level are more difficult to deal with than skeleton soldiers with the so-called Movement XP Pack, but the kill rewards are relatively generous.

Urs let out a breath from his throat, holding down the armor of the Bone Swordsman to pull the sword out of his eye socket, then looked up and glanced at the barracks outside the tent, and saw that the soldiers of the expeditionary force in the camp were engaged in a scuffle with the undead creatures that had invaded from nowhere, and a terrifying figure like a scythe suddenly passed through the dark night sky.

It was the outline of a dragon.

A bone dragon with hideous wings and a bone dragon that exudes the aura of death.

If it weren't for the fact that he knew what age he was in at the moment, he would have thought that the terrifying and graceful beast would spew out a blue flame from its mouth in the next second, destroying everything it saw in the form of a frost dragon.

The level of the bone dragon is about level 25, and the soldiers of the Golden Que Ying Empire during the Year of the Candle Fire only have an average strength of more than 10 levels.

Seeing the skulldragon hovering in mid-air launch a bloody dive towards several human archers on the ground, Urs felt a suffocating feeling of oppression rush over his face.

He gasped deeply, realizing that the situation on the battlefield was irretrievable, and the thought of escaping quickly appeared in his mind, and at the same time, he also remembered that a silver-haired and white-robed wolf-eared girl had taken care of him by his side not long ago, and had handed him the iron military sword with his own hands because of the grievances he had received in the army.

Thea's accommodation is on the west side of the camp.

Even if you want to run away—

He made up his mind that he must run away with that girl too!

So, the black-haired young man grinned and cursed in his heart, then returned the long sword in his hand to the sheath and hung it on his waist, and then leaned over to pick up the cross-shaped two-handed giant sword left by the bone swordsman, and took advantage of the chaos in the barracks to rush in the direction of the west side of the camp.

……

The silver moon hung high, accompanied by bursts of shouts of fighting, and the cold moonlight fell.

The scene shifts to another corner under this night sky—

Struggling to resist her fear, Thea lifted a bracelet of emblems wrapped around her wrist and aimed it at a zombie that was staggering towards her.

As a full-fledged priest of the Church, the monastery had taught her about divine arts, and as she whispered a prayer for about three seconds, a magic arrow glowing white then flew out of the surface of the emblem carved with the sun and the scales in her hand.

The Holy Archery of the Church of Sogo, a low-ring priest magic that is close to the function of the mage's "magic missile", can deal a limited amount of positive energy damage to the target hit, and is usually used against low-level enemies, or undead creatures who happen to be restrained by their attributes.

The pure white magic arrow struck the zombie's head with precision, causing the ugly undead creature to rise from its eyebrows in a plume of white smoke, and then fell to the ground as if it had a soul transcendence.

Dealing with the threat in front of her, the silver-haired wolf-eared girl took a deep breath and felt her body tremble like a baby surrounded by wolves. The instinct of danger showed no sign of dissipating at all, but immediately came from behind him.

She looked back and saw five skeleton soldiers with swords killed, and her heart was cold.

Finished!

The rush of time simply didn't have time to cast new magic spells.

She looked at the five skeletons of bones that were only a few steps away from her, pursed her lips in despair, closed her eyes and prepared to meet the scythe of death sweeping across her neck like wheat.

In the next second, the sound of the sharp weapon breaking through the air unsurprisingly resounded in her ears. She was ready to face death, but the sharp blade didn't reach her skin for a long time, and a continuous muffled sound broke into the pair of hairy ears on her head, sounding like dozens of ribs breaking in unison.

God of justice is above, am I still alive? She couldn't help but think to herself.

"Thea!" A familiar voice answered her doubts for the deity she believed in.

The girl opened her eyes, and her amber pupils reflected broken bones, five skeletal heads that had extinguished the fire of the soul, and a black-haired young man holding a giant sword and still wielding a sword.

"Urs!" She called out the name of the young man in front of her in surprise, and two tears leached uncontrollably from the corners of her moist eyes.

Urs stood in front of her, half-hunched and gasping for air, his eyes raised to meet her eyes.

Embarrassed, our protagonist is now disgraced, his cloak and leather armor can barely be found intact, and there is a centipede-like hideous opening hanging on one side of his face, from which bright red blood keeps gushing out.

These obvious marks and wounds proved that he had been intercepted and attacked by other undead monsters along the way here.

None of that matters, though.

The important thing is that he saved the girl he loved in this life before death, although this latent love has nothing to do with his soul in his previous life, but the latent will of this slave knight deity in this life forced him to do his best to do it, and he did succeed.

If it weren't for the accidental crossing, he might never have believed that he would have such a brave and fearless day when he was just a game nerd in the past.

Especially in this real otherworld that can never be resurrected after death like in an online game.

"Urs, your face—"

"Let's go, don't ask anything, let's get out of this damn place first!"

As the words fell, he reached out and grabbed the girl's wrist, and glanced up in the direction that the moon string was pointing, so as to judge the general direction needed for the next action.

As for his escape plan, he remembered that there was a forest to the southwest of the snowfield beneath his feet, and a route to survive was hidden somewhere in that woodland.

As long as you escape to that place smoothly—

Undead bastards of Byron Tas, you better pray and curse me not to find even a comfortable leveling area in the future!

He glanced back at the fallen barracks and the human soldiers whose morale was on the verge of collapse, gritted his teeth and said viciously to the enemies who had launched the night attack, and soon disappeared into the night with the girl beside him from a high fence wall with a wooden ladder......