The two centaur khans were like two main battle tanks, just standing there was full of oppression, if it weren't for the fact that those undead soldiers were born without this feeling of fear, they would have dispersed in a hurry in the face of the centaur khan, who was more than two meters and a half in height.

But this will not cause any trouble to Shaka and Jayne, whether it is skeletons or ghouls, zombies or ghosts, for them with heroic strength, they are not worth mentioning garbage, of course, once the amount of garbage exceeds a certain limit, it can also crush people, but as the war continues, the total number of undead creatures still alive on the battlefield has dropped a lot, and those that can be used to stop them are not taken seriously.

A few centaur warriors who were specially drawn to clear the way for the two khans waved their weapons and knocked the ghouls who kept pounced on them, and the gargoyles that swooped down may still be a bit of a threat to the centaur priests and shamans, but in the face of such rough-skinned and well-equipped centaur warriors, gargoyles made of the lowest stone are not much stronger than skeletons.

Like bulldozers, the squad of centaurs sliced through butter like hot knives, opening a passage through the siege of the undead, pointing in the direction of Thassarian.

"Lord Thassarian, it's sad that these stupid creatures are still making their last struggle!" A necromancer standing beside Thassarian said contemptuously, in his eyes, even those two heroic centaur khans were nothing more than lambs to the slaughter, "In a little while, the transformation circle will reach its maximum efficiency, and these poor and humble creatures will become puppets of their masters, giving everything for their master's great goals!" ”

"When will the dispatched manpower arrive?" Thassarian was not as blind as this necromancer, and certain human traits still remained in him, "Although the great master has given me great strength, I will not be arrogant to think that my sword alone can make these two fools obediently accept their fate!" ”

"It won't be long before we get here! The presence of two khans has made our plans a little flawed, but on the flip side, isn't this a wonderful opportunity? As long as we kill them here, the two centaur tribes will have nothing to stop us, and the Barren Lands will soon become a source of troops for the great masters, providing great help to their master's revenge plans! ”

"I hope so!" Thassarian didn't like these necromancers very much, but they were his master's own subordinates, and they were not much worse than him in terms of identity, he clutched his long sword, drove the war horse under his crotch, and met the two centaur khans who were galloping towards this side, "That centaur shaman will be handed over to you!" ”

Watching Thassarian face the two centaur khans, the two necromancers standing in place glanced at each other.

"It seems that the soul of Lord Thassarian has not broken free from the shackles of being human, and is still subconsciously refusing the orders of his master."

"It doesn't matter, every time his sword kills a life, humanity weakens a little, his soul moves a little closer to the embrace of death, and it won't be long before he forgets the past, forgets everything he had as a human being, and becomes the most powerful puppet in the hands of his master."

"Hey, hey, and then just let him kill his own blood relatives with his own hands, and a powerful cursed knight will be born!"

"Until then, we have to make sure that this mission is successfully completed! The lives that have died after the transformation of tens of thousands of centaurs will be attributed to him by the will of the world, and the malice from the world will make his soul fall faster! ”

"Long live the great master!"

Thassarian didn't hear the evil whispers of the two necromancers, only the whistling wind in his ears, and the loud sound of weapons clashing, Shakar Khan's long-handled battle axe struck his long sword with great force, the feeling from the weapon made Sasarian confused for a moment, his reason seemed to say that this was not what he should do, but soon, this remnant of sanity had the next powerful swing to dispel it, and let him revert to a cold undead knight.

"Evil Bondage!" The reins were held in his left hand, and a gray chain appeared in the air, one end tightly wrapped around Thassarian's left wrist, the other bound Shaka Khan's legs. However, before he could complete the skill, a chain of lightning bolts shot out of Jayne Khan's hand, shattering the magical chains made up of the power of death.

"Die, abominable undead!" The supported Shaka Khan raised his body high, his hands held his battle axe aloft, and the momentum of an axe that split Thassarian in half was like an axe, and the heavy falling battle axe slashed at the undead knight with a flash of red light, with a vengeful fury.

Sasarian swept his sword forward without changing his face, and a black crescent light flew out from the blade, and the slash full of death power went straight to the chest of Shaka Khan.

Shaka's eyes widened, knowing that this was a means for the other party to exchange injuries for injuries, if it was someone else, Shaka might not hesitate to choose to continue to chop the tomahawk, in the barren land, except for those damn green-skinned orcs, nothing could be safe under this huge blow, but now he was facing an undead knight, and he was also a heroic undead knight with himself, which made Shaka have a trace of suspicion.

This suspicion was quickly amplified, mixed with fear, so that Shaka finally chose to stop the attack, and used the falling battle axe to meet the black sword, the crimson anger and battle intent collided with each other, and finally annihilated together.

"What are you doing, Jayne!" Not seeing the expected support from Jayne Khan, Shaka turned his head and yelled at the other party.

"I'm in trouble, these damn undead, they've found the ancestral graveyard of the tribe!" Jayne fended off the attack with the machete in his hand as he shouted as an undead centaur about the height of Shaka Khan was desperately attacking Jayne, "They summoned evil puppets from the corpses of the ancestral spirits in the cemetery, Shaka, you have to be careful, these undead are cunning!" ”

"Useless stuff!" Shaka cursed, he knew that Jayne could no longer count on it, he was already good enough to survive from those necromancers and that evil puppet, as for Shaka himself, he could only use the battle axe in his hand to decide the fate of his life.

Despite this, Jayne is also a heroic centaur khan after all, although the centaur puppet summoned with the corpse of the centaur spirit is powerful, but the puppet is only a puppet after all, and the lack of intelligence means that the opponent cannot use any skill, and can only rely on a powerful body to attack. As a shaman, Jayne fought against the evil ancestral spirit puppet while seizing every gap and throwing spells at Shaka, blessing him with some status.

"Hmph, stupid creature! Why resist the call of death! Any life will eventually be annihilated, and death is the best destination for you! "At this time, there are as many as six necromancers on the battlefield, two of them are extending two black silk threads from the palm of their hands, connecting the ancestral spirit puppet, which is obviously the puppet's controller, while the remaining four necromancers are using various necromancy to attack Jayne Khan, although because of the difference in rank and strength, only a small part of these necromancy can threaten Jayne, but it still makes this centaur Khan dangerous.

This is already the maximum combat power that Thassarian can mobilize, and he has brought a total of eight necromancers, these professionally trained necromancers can't even be cultivated too much by the great master, and it is already a big deal to be able to send eight in one go, in order to maintain the operation of the circle, at least two necromancers need to stay next to the circle, and use their magic power to channel those death forces to avoid accidents in the circle.

The ancestral spirit puppet can only support a maximum of ten minutes, and the souls of those centaur spirits have already dissipated, leaving only a wisp of residual consciousness, relying on this residual consciousness alone, it is impossible for the necromancers to transform the corpses of those centaur spirits into undead creatures, even if they are forcibly transformed, they can only get some skeletons and zombies, in order to solve this problem, the necromancers have to use their souls to drive the dead corpse.

"Evil creatures! You will pay for your blasphemy! Shaka roared, these undead can turn the ancestral spirits of the Maggram tribe into puppets today, and tomorrow they can also desecrate the ancestral spirit cemetery of the Kyrgyz tribe, for the centaur, the loss of the protection of the ancestral spirit means the severance of the inheritance, the tribal general can no longer give birth to a new shaman, and can no longer communicate with the ancestral spirit, they will gradually forget their history and glory, and eventually become wanderers, swallowed up by other tribes.

Enraged by this blasphemous, Shaka's whole body glowed red, and in his strong body, his blood was boiling, and his earthy brown skin turned red in a short time, and Thassarian could clearly feel that the power coming from the long sword was increasing, and each slash shocked him to the point that he could barely hold the weapon.

"Ahh Go to hell! Shaka slashed Sassarian hard with his chest, and the battle axe in his hand grazed the body of the undead knight and smashed to the ground, and the sense of crisis from under the crotch made Sasarian support the horse's back with both hands, and cleanly abandoned the undead war horse under the crotch.

In the next second, a huge pit appeared where the tomahawk fell, and the poor undead war horse didn't even have time to jump, it was swallowed by the deep pit, and after devouring the undead war horse, the pit disappeared as if it had never appeared, leaving only a huge depression up to one meter deep in place.

Sasari, who landed on his feet, looked at Shaka with peace of mind, he didn't expect this brainless centaur khan to be able to use the power of the earth, the pit that suddenly appeared just now was obviously a trap created by the other party entering his own magic power along the weapon into the earth, and the unlucky undead horse was now probably crushed by the rocks underground.

Sassarian, who had lost his mount, suddenly became a fish on the shore, and in the face of Shaka's fierce attack, Sassarian, who needed to be distracted and pay attention to the ground, was obviously unable to swim as easily as before, and the strength of the two sides was pulled to a stalemate level.

The key to victory and defeat now falls to Jayne!

But is that really the case?

Compared to Shaka, who is in a state of rage, although Jayne is facing a more dangerous situation, he is also more able to analyze the situation in front of him rationally. The heroic centaur shaman subconsciously felt that all this was a disguise, just like the previous head-to-head confrontation between the two sides, when the centaurs rushed into the phalanx of undead soldiers with triumph, what awaited them was the sudden appearance of ambushes and the truncated retreat.

Jayne took the moment to glance at the chaotic battlefield behind him, and the situation of the surrounded centaur warriors finally made Jayne understand what a terrible trap he had fallen into.

"Shaka, we've been fooled!" After a brief distraction, Jayne's abdomen was slashed by the ancestral spirit puppet, but he didn't even bother to stop the bleeding for himself, instead Shaka yelled at the rise of the war, "These damn undead, their purpose is those warriors of ours!" Our people are turning into monsters! ”

Shaka turned his head suddenly, and saw the scene that made his eyes split, on the battlefield where the undead and the centaurs were fighting, wisps of black aura were slowly rising from the eroded soil, those brave and fearless centaurs waved the weapons in their hands, while inhaling the breath rich in the power of death, their skin gradually turned gray, their eyes gradually became cloudy, their movements began to slow down, their reactions began to dull, their consciousness began to blur, and finally, without realizing it, they became members of the undead, Turning around, he raised his weapon against his compatriots.

The Transformation Circle was already in full swing, and now, even those uninjured centaurs could not escape the fate of being transformed into undead. Only one area of the entire centaur circle near the center has not been affected by the aura of death, where the centaur priest and the centaur shaman have teamed up to prop up a purification area, using their magic and life force to keep the area safe.

"Despicable undead!" Finally knowing what was happening, Shaka roared angrily, and without hesitation, he turned and ran towards the chaotic battlefield, he was going to save the last remaining warriors of the clan, and he shouldn't waste time here with that damn undead knight!

"It's too late!" Where would Thassarian watch the other party retreat like this, as the two necromancers said, killing these two centaur khans here would make their next attack on the two oases much easier.

A black crescent sword slashed through space and slashed into Shaka's hind legs, causing the centaur khan to stumble, and the evil chains of death power shot out of Sassarian's palms once again, binding Shaka's body.

"The ancestral spirit is above! Margram never gives in! But a figure blocked the direction of the evil chain, Jayne didn't know what method he used, his body was covered with a thick layer of soil, and instantly became very tall, with the body of the earth element, Jayne easily forced back the ancestral spirit puppet, ignoring the necromancy that hit him, blocking Thassarian's path to pursue Shaka, "Undead, you have to pay the price for blaspheming the ancestral spirit of the centaur!" ”

"Stop those centaurs!" Thassarian shouted at the necromancers.

"Don't worry, Lord Thassarian! Once the Transformation Circle starts to operate at full capacity, the huge force of death will turn this place into a forbidden place for life, and neither those centaurs nor these two fools can escape the embrace of death! The necromancer watched as Shaka charged into the chaos of war, sneering at the stupid centaur for his own death.

But they didn't realize that the moment Shaka turned and retreated, the death power that emerged from the soil was almost gone, and the aura of death that lingered on the battlefield was only the effect that had accumulated before.

There is only one reason for this, and that is that the transformation circle has been destroyed!