Howell had never suffered such a crushing defeat, not even when the Dark Temple was in full swing.

Looking at the boundless army of the undead emerging from that dark jungle, even the dignified Howell couldn't help but feel powerless. The Legion of Light is not unbrave, in terms of the number of people alone, it is not too much for the Legion of Light to have one enemy of ten, but most of the people they killed were those skeletons and cannon fodder, so what was the use? This is the horror of the Dark Temple, first consumed with cannon fodder, and then pressed by the main force, obviously giving people the illusion that they can be defeated, but always extinguishing all hope at the last moment.

Most of the few light guards around are seriously injured and are being rescued, even the priesthood mage Anne, if it weren't for Zhuge protection, I'm afraid it would be difficult to escape the poison this time. Howell looked at the seemingly boundless army of the undead on the opposite side, and really couldn't think of any luck in this situation except for a desperate battle, because the sky was already the world of gargoyles, and even the dragons had been repulsed.

"Night shooter cover, hunter mage on board." Qingge rode on Hexi, heroic and majestic, not only without a trace of fear, but even a little excited.

Howell sighed, he was still young after all, and at this time, even the only team that blocked the attack retreated, which was equivalent to opening the door for the undead to slaughter as much as they wanted.

A rain of arrows that was denser than just now was thrown from the side of the ship, because the night shooter had always been on standby, and this volley, the arrows bound with concentrated explosives, suddenly turned the wall of fire in front of him into a monstrous sea of fire.

Not enough! Although Howell lamented the boredom of the rear hand, but as the abomination of the main infantry fighting class, he could still stubbornly resist the sea of fire and force.

At this moment, a dense shot swept over the approaching abomination like a curtain of light, and suddenly, a group of abomination turned into a statue, Medusa!

Lisa, who had finished chanting, fell to her knees on the side of the ship reverently, and the holy curtain of light shrouded the abomination, and God punished her!

The low-level undead, who were blocked by the huge body of the abomination and kept being burned by the flames, suddenly fell down slowly in the green smoke curling in the divine punishment.

At this moment, the people on the dock have been completely evacuated, only Sophie is standing there alone, the huge waves of flames are raised, and her long black hair is silently fluttering back, she is like a flag, standing there, as long as Sophie is there, boredom is there!

With a sharp click, a wrist-thick chain was cut off. Howell had been dazzled by the endless methods of boredom, and as he fixed his gaze, a loaded four-wheeled wooden cart slid out of the camp that the Night Elves had opened for the first time. It was only at this moment that Howell noticed that compared with the messy ruins everywhere, the two camps on the left and right had a very inconspicuous slope, and this slope happened to be the four-wheeled wooden cart sliding out from both sides.

The wooden carts were not fast, creaking, sliding out from both sides, and finally slamming into each other, forming an artificial fortification. It's just that...... Howell was very puzzled, how much of a blocking effect could these two rows of wooden carts in a row play?

The bridge board on the dock was slowly retracted, and the battleship that integrated all the long-range attack teams was like a giant beast armed to the teeth at this moment, throwing arrows at any cost, and the sound of roaring explosions came and went. Just when the Dark Legion thought that the Boredom Alliance had exhausted its skills and started the final charge, the rows of hideous cannon muzzles on the side of the ghost fleet ship really showed their power!

Iron ammunition the size of a human head, even the strongest abomination will be directly swept away, not to mention those low-level undead, such as skeletons, zombies, ghouls, etc., a cannonball is smashed, almost directly rolling a trace among the low-level undead.

"Mage presses, meat grinder prepares!" Vanticna was enraged, and the price to pay for a few thousand creatures was too great.

The sound of rattling and hinging, even from a distance, makes people's scalps tingle. The meat grinder of the undead is not a simple machine, but a combination of machinery and magic, and its range is even farther than imagined. With the few waves that attacked the Legion of Light, no one could know exactly where the meat grinder was going, and it was even possible to attack outside the jungle.

"Borrow a fire."

Sophie picked Ali up and punched him in the stomach.

Burst! Ali's eyes bulged out as he was beaten, and a tiny flame shot out of his mouth.

Laugh at~

The fuse in front of Sophie was lit, and a puff of green smoke disappeared, and it was obvious that the fuse was along the docks in the direction of the army of the undead, but Howell did not know where the tipping point was. At this time, looking at the group of goblins and dwarves carrying explosive arrows for the shooters on the ghost battleship, as well as the gnomes who were busy filling the magic crystals behind the magic crystal cannon, Howell was really surprised, what kind of means and courage this is? Is it just a duel between a few thousand people and tens of thousands of undead?

The roaring artillery, constantly spitting tongues of fire, shot towards the shore, the sails were raised, and with the help of the artillery recoil, the ghost fleet actually retreated rapidly towards the center of the Colvin River.

"Don't let them run, gargoyle chase!"

As soon as Vantikna gave the order, the dense gargoyles immediately rushed to the ghost fleet. Vantikna knew that the Calvin River was the most vast and vast here, and once it was retreated by the fleet and reorganized on the other side, there would be no undead who could pose a threat to it in a short period of time, except for the air forces.

The swarming gargoyle swarm, like a dark cloud, directly covered the prophecy that shone over the battlefield, and Howell had almost lost all his wealth at this moment, and in desperation, he once again released a prophecy over the Calvin River to illuminate both banks. I don't know why, in Howell's heart, there is a faint hint of luck, because Sophie is still standing on the dock, and Sophie does not retreat, which means that she still has a killer feature.

Whoosh!

The huge ball of flesh was thrown at the original position of the fleet, and a disgusting poisonous mist was turned up on the surface of the river, only to be washed away by the river in an instant, and the poisonous skeletons that hatched from the carrion were also cleaned up by the mages on the battleship almost in the blink of an eye.

"Meat grinder, pursuit!"

Sophie was waiting, patiently waiting, even if the undead had rushed to less than a hundred meters away from her, she was still waiting.

The Whisper of the Stars was once again released by the Night Sacrifice, but the overwhelming gargoyles, except for a few unlucky ones who were hit, fell to the ground and turned into stone statues, and smashed over a group of undead, most of them had already relied on their speed to flock to the ghost fleet.

The necromancer group, cautiously kept their distance, scattered in the jungle, because the range of the magic crystal cannon is no less than that of a meat grinder, and if it gathers, it is likely to be burned into ashes by a wave of collections.