The cold wind was howling, and although there was no wind or snow, it still made several soldiers shrink involuntarily.

It is well known that in the northern part of the kingdom of Tria, the temperature in early spring is even much lower than in the snowy winter. If they were unfortunate enough to encounter spring rain or strong winds, the situation would be much worse - no one in the north of the kingdom would want to go out at this time.

But as soldiers, especially in the presence of a leader, no matter how unhappy they are, they have to follow orders.

At this time, the three soldiers in black leather armor were still waiting silently in the bitter cold, if it weren't for the rubbing of hands that only appeared from time to time, they might have been mistaken for three frozen corpses.

As the leader of the three black-armored soldiers, a burly middle-aged man was staring gloomily at the east.

His clothes were better than those of the three soldiers, but they were limited: only a shawl with some kind of animal fur was added to the three.

The ability to protect against the cold is almost zero, but it's better than nothing.

"My lord, it's overdue." A soldier stepped forward and whispered.

The middle-aged man frowned, finally withdrew his gaze from the east, turned his head to look at the blonde girl who was tied to the side and had a rag stuffed in her mouth, and said in a low voice: "In order to catch you, I sacrificed four teams, it seems that I really underestimated your cheap father too much before." ”

When the team of nearly fifty people came, there were only three soldiers left at this time, and the middle-aged man's face naturally did not look good.

In fact, even he didn't expect that the final result of this battle would be so tragic.

Prior to this battle, he had not taken the nickname "Eagle" Levi. Morality. Angels put it in his eyes. After all, he was just a country baron, even if he had some prestige in the countryside, there must be a considerable degree of gap compared to a real warrior like him who came out of the noble circle of the royal capital.

It wasn't until after the battle began that he realized that the opponent might not be as good as his own in personal prowess, but he was indeed a man in training soldiers.

With the same strength, these soldiers he brought actually suffered a big loss.

If it weren't for the fact that his personal strength was superior to the other party and he took the lead in dealing with the country baron, I'm afraid that their attack tonight would have been the result of a fiasco.

But in the current situation, middle-aged men are really a little difficult to accept.

The lost manpower is his descendant.

The middle-aged man looked at the blonde girl and said hatefully, "I also underestimate you too much." I didn't expect you to summon the third-order magic of the undead, it seems that my two subordinates should have died at the hands of your out-of-control undead. ”

The blonde girl struggled for a moment, and made a voice of unknown meaning, as if to say something.

Originally, according to the middle-aged man's intention, they should have dealt with the summons before they got out of control, after all, if the summons were too close to the summoner's side - it was generally believed that it was within the summoner's line of sight - these summons would be able to receive the summoner's detailed instructions, and thus become difficult to deal with. Therefore, the most normal way to deal with some more powerful summons is: either solve the summoner as soon as possible; Either that, if you lose the summoner's control, fix the summon before it gets out of control.

The middle-aged man regretted a little at the moment: he knew that he should have let the five of them stay together to deal with the undead.

But now, even if he regrets it, it's too late.

Anyway, after the summon is out of control, it will not be able to obtain the summoner's mana supply, so as long as the summon's own mana is consumed, the summon will naturally disappear.

Now that it was certain that it was impossible for his two of his men to return, there was no need for him to stay here.

The top priority is to send this blonde girl away as soon as possible.

"The mission is over, and we must evacuate as soon as possible." The middle-aged man let out a sigh.

The remaining three soldiers had already brought in the horses they had prepared in advance—these horses, which were provided by the stables in the castle, and which had been prepared by his inner body, and there were about twenty of them, but the losses were so terrible that they finally led only six horses away, and the rest were all killed.

But judging from the current situation, I am afraid that there are still two more horses.

The middle-aged man walked towards the blonde girl, ready to tie her to the horse.

No matter how tragic the losses, the mission of his trip was finally accomplished.

But just as he was about to reach out and grab the blonde girl, a palpitating sense of panic suddenly hit his heart.

I saw that the middle-aged man immediately gave up the idea of catching the girl on the horse, and instead drew his sword to make a defensive gesture, and at the same time raised his head and stared ahead: there was already a sparse sound there. Because of the middle-aged man's sudden movement, the three remaining soldiers also drew their swords after panicking for a few seconds, and then quickly moved closer to their captain, and the four of them quickly formed a circle and monitored the surroundings.

Soon, in everyone's field of vision, a warrior wearing black armor was slowly walking out of the jungle.

The armor on this warrior's body was not of inferior quality, but a high-end handmade product that could be seen at a glance: smooth, neat, and finely made, it was obviously a high-end custom-made product produced by the big blacksmiths in the royal capital. Armor like this is not something that everyone can afford, and because of the exquisite workmanship, it often takes more than half a year after placing an order before it is possible to produce a set.

And to accompany this set of finely crafted armor was a steel longsword of the same high quality.

It's hard to say how much armor is, but the price of such a steel long sword in the royal capital will never be less than twenty gold coins. If it is shipped to other places and sold, the price often even doubles.

The three soldiers, along with the middle-aged man, gasped.

However, rather than focusing on the high cost of this suit of armor and weapons for the three soldiers, the middle-aged man is more concerned about the strength of the other party: the warrior who can wear this armor and use this weapon, even if it is not a hero, has definitely reached the level of a hero candidate.

Although he has reached the level of a master, he is still a long way from being a hero candidate, let alone a true hero.

The desire to step into the hero level is the ultimate goal of every professional in this world!

The middle-aged man noticed that his teeth chattered a little.

That's fear.

Soon, behind them, there was another sound of sparse footsteps.

A second warrior, also dressed in intricately crafted black armor and armed with a steel sword, appeared behind them.

The middle-aged man noticed that his breathing had suddenly stabilized.

It was no longer fear, but utter despair.

"Don't come here!" The middle-aged man grabbed the blonde girl, put the long sword in his hand on the girl's snow-white neck, and shouted in a deep voice, "If you come over again, I will kill her!" ”

The two black-armored warriors stopped.

"Sure enough, there is a backhand!" Seeing the two elite warriors stop, the despair in the middle-aged man's heart weakened slightly, "Let's leave!" Or I'll kill her!" ”

But this time, the two black-armored warriors didn't take a step, they just kept a distance of about ten meters from the middle-aged man and the others.

The sound of a third footstep sounded.

The middle-aged man abruptly looked back at the road they had only crossed not long ago.

Then, his eyes widened, and a look of disbelief appeared on his face: "This...... How is this possible......"

The little girl who was held tightly in his arms struggled harder.

"If your sword cuts her, I promise you'll know what life is better than death." A low, majestic voice came from the mouth of a third person.

This person is none other than Su Yan.

Of course, in the eyes of the four people who are besieged at this moment, it is the Eagle Baron, Levy. Morality. Ingres.

Because of Su Yan's reminder, the middle-aged man who had recovered his mind really moved his long sword slightly away from the blonde girl's neck: "You...... Why can you speak. ”

"Talk?" Su Yan's face showed a sneer of disdain, "You think I'm just an undead?" My daughter's magic is a third-order summoning undead? Ignorant fools. ”

The middle-aged man clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand, but he didn't dare to refute it in the slightest.

The pressure brought to him by the two black-armored warriors next to him was too heavy: "Let us go!" ”

"Put my daughter down, and I'll give you a chance to get out of here." Su Yan was unmoved, but still looked at the other party with a cold face, "There is only one chance." I hope you make the right choice, or you'll regret messing with me. ”

"Let us go!" The middle-aged man just repeated it loudly.

But Su Yan didn't say anything, but waved his hand and asked one of the black-armored warriors to take off his helmet.

What was exposed in front of everyone's eyes was a miserable white skull that had completely lost its flesh and blood.

This reaction obviously frightened four people, including the middle-aged man.

"This ...... What is it! ”

"Oh God! What monsters they are! ”

"No, it's ...... This ......"

The middle-aged man was obviously the most frightened, and he suddenly turned his head to look at Su Yan, his eyes were already full of horror.

"Intermediate undead manufacturing, but unfortunately limited by the inferior materials, I didn't succeed in creating the existence I wanted." Su Yan shrugged his shoulders, the expression on his face was a little regretful, "I rummaged through all the corpses in the entire castle before I finally created these two necromantic warriors. Unfortunately, they still have a time limit. …… Of course, you can try to see if you can survive the existence of these two undead spirits. ”

The middle-aged man felt that if he chose to confront these two so-called necromantic warriors, they would only fall in the end.

They already knew how cold the early spring was in the north.

"If I let your daughter go, will you let us go safely?" The middle-aged man spoke again, and he knew that he had lost.

"It's a chance for you to get out of here alive, but whether you can leave alive depends on your own ability." Su Yan said in a deep voice, "You can take horses, weapons, and food with you, and I won't stop you." ”

The middle-aged man didn't know what these words meant, but he looked around, but he knew that if he didn't let go of the little blonde girl in his hand, he was afraid that they wouldn't want to leave here alive. Moreover, looking at the appearance of the so-called necromantic warrior, panic rose in the middle-aged man's heart again, he now really knew what it meant to be alive rather than dead.

So he no longer insisted, but let go of the little girl in his arms.

The blonde girl was untied, and ran towards Su Yan without hesitation.

She didn't cry, her little face was full of determination, and then she threw herself into Su Yan's arms.

At the same time, the four enemies, as soon as they let go of the blonde girl, turned over and rode away.

"Dad, they're bad guys! Can't let them go! They were scolding mom all the time! ”

Looking at the blonde girl with blood stains and stains on her body and face, and looking at the eager look on her face, Su Yan patted her head gently: "Don't worry, they can't run." ”

At the end of Su Yan's field of vision, more than three hundred skeleton soldiers had already appeared from both sides of the road, and then swarmed towards the four people who were running. Despite their repeated attempts to escape what they now considered hell, the four of them were eventually trapped in the middle of the road.

In a short time, a series of screams rang out.

Su Yan, who looked at all this in silence, said in a low voice: "This is the summoning undead of the third-order magic. ”