The corpse group is about to attack, provoking desperate resistance from the soldiers of the Third Corps and the players.

Jiang Moxiao was tall, wearing bright black light armor, holding a red spear, dancing vigorously, the head of the spear was like a poisonous snake out of a hole, flexibly dipping on the head of the plague corpse, and the next moment there was a muffled sound, but it shook the brain of the plague corpse.

Behind her, there are hundreds of female warriors in the same armor, fighting together, heroic, it is really a beautiful scenery.

When facing ordinary plague corpses, the spear's attack range is quite advantageous, but as soon as a generation of plague corpses strikes, their situation is not so optimistic. The generation of plague corpses is faster, and with a hint of cunning, they can often bully an arm's length, making their attacks very inconvenient.

On the contrary, when dealing with large plague corpses, they are unusually easy, most of them are skilled in marksmanship, and they have mastered a damage skill that can ignore defenses, which is simply the nemesis of these large plague corpses.

"Bump!" There was a dull explosion in the distance, Jiang Mo smiled and frowned slightly, they are now learning to blow themselves up before they die like in the video, and each explosion represents the death of a sister.

Jiang Moxiao relied on her superb marksmanship to fight on the front line, no plague corpse could break through her gun circle, and the dead plague corpses piled up, so she could only change an area to continue fighting.

Soon several rounds of sorcery were fired from the high platforms in the town, scattering the piles of corpses, which avoided creating a gap in the defenses, but also made the environment on the walls even worse.

The warriors endured the stench of the sky, and every time they lifted their feet, there was a slimy feeling, and no one thought about what it was, only the corpses that kept coming in their eyes.

Death is no longer terrible for them, they just want not to become a monster after death.

Where Jiang Mo is smiling, the war can still be stalemate, break out from time to time, and it can still be fought back.

But more often than not, the soldiers of the Third Legion are fighting with their lives, and every time a soldier feels that he is going to mutate, he will jump off the inner wall by himself.

Now they had to pick a spot, or jump farther so as not to fall on the corpses of their comrades.

The tide of battle is about to collapse!

Chu Xiong searched around and didn't find a player who could control the current, and there was no NPC there, seeing that the city wall was about to be breached, he couldn't care about any generals or not.

He ordered his fire-based sculptors to set fire to Erry Merk's location.

"General, I can't help it, if you don't get burned to death, come out quickly." Chu Xiong's prayers were useless, in the raging flames, he could only see the guards frantically fighting the fire, and the tall figure did not appear.

Chu Xiong Lao was not easy to brush up on the reputation of friendliness, and instantly fell to hatred, if it wasn't for the urgency of the war, someone would have come to arrest him.

"Boom!" A section of the city wall on the west side suddenly collapsed, and in the tremor of the ground, the hearts of the defenders were completely cooled.

There are a lot of flat-headed and clawed plague corpses crawling out of the ground in the dust, it turns out that the corpse king has long been secretly digging the city wall, and now it has been completed, and the general attack has officially begun!

Corpses poured in from the collapsed walls, and all the defenders on the walls were killed when they fell, and for a time, there was a vacuum in the defensive line, and there were unexpectedly many plagued corpses on the west side.

It turned out that when the corpses attacked from all sides just now, they secretly weakened the strength of the other three city walls, and unknowingly determined the direction of the main attack.

Despite the desperate efforts of the defenders, they were unable to stop the plague corpses from entering Hammertown. The improvised phalanx was lonely and easily engulfed by the corpses.

The corpses were still fighting for the main ones, and the large plague corpses in the rear threw "acid bombs" at the densest places in the crowd, and along with their own kind, corroded into a bubbling disgusting liquid.

At this time, the few high platforms in the town are the safest places, and the players above are desperate to cast witchcraft, forgetting that it is taboo to cast witchcraft in groups!

As soon as the vortex of magic in the sky took shape, the Corpse King struck it to pieces, and most of the players could no longer use sorcery for a while.

"Found you!" As if from hell, a blackened figure in the sea of fire shot out, and the fury in his eyes was hotter than the sea of fire.

The tremendous force crushed the burning building, and the blue streaks on the armor vanished, leaving only grooves.

Only the giant sword remained its original appearance, and where the cold light passed, the corpses were shattered.

It turned out that most of the bora algae had already been wiped out by the fire, and only a little remained in the deepest part, so Erimerk also woke up and regained his mobility, but as long as they were out of the fire, they would make a comeback.

So Erry Merk endured the burning pain of the flames, just to give the Corpse King a blow!

The earth was shattering under his feet, and the surging waves of air in front of him as he advanced at high speed tore apart everything that dared to stand in his way.

Buildings block the road and smash the buildings, corpses block the road and tear the corpses, houses collapse, people turn their backs over, nothing more!

The exposed corpse king immediately summoned all the plague corpses in the vicinity to form a thick corpse wall.

This is only the first line of defense, the corpse king roared, and the four wood elf plague corpses standing beside him suddenly exploded, countless dark red, with a rancid smell, half like plants, half like flesh and blood vines, woven into a sphere, firmly wrapped the corpse king.

Erry Merk is in terrible shape, and he is completely supported by the heart of his heart.

At this moment, he saw that there was no hope of breaking through the corpse tide, so he used his last strength to use his strongest sword technique, the Storm Wheel!

"Kill!"

Erry Merk actually threw the Storm Sword directly!

The blade of the sword spun into a silver wheel at high speed, slicing through the corpses as if nothing was there, hitting the vine ball where the corpse king was hiding.

The silver wheel kept spinning, but the filthy rattan ball seemed to be very tough, and the juice splashed, but it just couldn't be attacked.

After the silver wheel was resisted, the speed began to slow down, but the rattan ball was also cut deeper and deeper.

Finally! As soon as the silver wheel didn't enter, a scream came, and the rattan ball completely disintegrated and scattered.

The movement of the corpses suddenly froze, as if the plug had been suddenly unplugged.

Just when everyone thought it was over, a terrible roar came from the center of the corpse group, and the red vine, which was originally unable to lie on the ground, danced violently and plunged into the last dozen or so generations of plague corpses.

After extracting a certain liquid, the bodies of these generations of plague corpses quickly decayed, and soon became indistinguishable from ordinary plague corpses.

After sucking these dozen or so, the corpse king was still not satisfied, and Hongteng once again selected a batch of first-generation plague corpses and repeated the action just now.

Then, the Corpse King slowly stood up, and a huge crack slashed diagonally from his left shoulder to his waist and abdomen, and several colors of viscous liquid flowed out.