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"Archer prepare!"

The herald's high-pitched voice sounded, and the two hundred archers behind the bunker drew their bows and arrows together, pointing diagonally to the sky, looking nervous. The arrows of each feathered arrow were wrapped in a lit tarpaulin, and the flames of the fire crackled.

"Put!"

"Boom!"

The locust-dense feathered arrows shot out in an instant, slicing a standard parabola through the air, and plunging headlong into the phalanx of the undead army.

This was followed by the second wave, the third wave.

Pulling the bow five times in a row with all your strength is the limit of a first-class archer in the army, after which it is inevitable that you will lose your strength and must rest for at least 10 minutes before you can draw the bow again. Although the soldiers of Cedar Town are of good quality, they can only pull three times in a row.

"Hoo ......"

The ogre zombie at the front didn't care at all, roared a few times, pulled off the feathered arrows on his body like a tickle, and continued to move forward.

The skeletons and zombie legions in the rear are also limited in their impact, and the last thing they are afraid of is a piercing attack. Rockets can at least cause them a little bit of trouble compared to normal arrows, but only trouble.

Soon, the earth rumbled, and the vanguard of the undead army was already less than fifty meters away from the defense line!

"Infantry shield formation, cavalry charge on both wings!" The herald's slightly nervous voice rang out again.

According to the previous plan, the veterans of the army, who were good at horsemanship, mounted the horses of the cavalry and charged to the sides to harass the enemy's formation. The heavy infantry carried large shields to meet the enemy head-on, slowing down the enemy's onslaught.

The cavalry rushed forward, and Captain Baker took the lead, sabre in hand, and roared towards the skeleton army in front of him.

They were greeted by a dense rain of arrows, and powerful feathered arrows rained down like locusts, completely enveloping the cavalry!

"Ahh

"Herod!"

The feathered arrows thrown from high in the air are so powerful that if they hit, they will definitely penetrate the chain mail and leather armor. The unlucky one was directly pierced by the feather arrow, and even the people and horses were planted on the ground, and the corpse rushed forward more than ten meters due to inertia before stopping.

For a while, the screams continued, and blood burst out!

But no one knows that the charge can't be stopped! Skeleton Archers have no physical limitations, and when they stop in the clearing, they will only be shot into a hornet's nest by a continuous stream of feathered arrows.

"Rush!"

Baker rushed to the front, ducking as far as he could on horseback to avoid the stray arrows, all the while roaring hysterically!

Forty meters, twenty meters!

"Boom!"

The torrent of cavalry finally officially connected with the skeleton legion, and the two sides collided solidly!

The huge force carried by the war horse directly knocked a dozen skeleton warriors into the air, but the war horse itself died directly within two or three seconds of impact, neighing and falling to the ground forever.

"Die!"

Beck kicked the stirrup and borrowed the force, rolled forward and fell to the ground, and with the inertia of swinging the saber, he directly smashed the head of a skeleton warrior.

As soon as he entered the battlefield, the veteran's bloody nature was stimulated, Baker's eyes were red, his face was hideous, and the heavy saber in his hand danced in the hunting style, and for a time he actually cut a small space among the countless skeletons.

Just look at other places, the situation is not optimistic.

The necromantic creatures had no pain, no fear, and the great momentum of the cavalry's charge was quickly dissipated and dissipated into nothingness. It was only about ten meters into the opponent's phalanx before the cavalry team completely stopped, as if stuck in a quagmire, unable to move a bit.

The same is true of the head-to-head confrontation on the battlefield, the strength of the ogre zombies completely crushes the human infantry, and without the heavy cavalry corps on the battlefield, the human army simply cannot compete with this giant.

Sledgehammer fluttering, flesh flying!

The sound of charging shouts and screams mingled together to form the unique killing sound of the battlefield. Many recruits were in a daze in the face of such a bloody scene, and they even forgot how to use the weapons in their hands.

"What are you doing?" A veteran pushes Danny away, stabs him into the zombie's skull, and then quickly pulls it out, bringing out a pile of sticky liquid.

"Hurry up and inform the heralds on the hillside to retreat!"

The veteran shouted at Danny at the top of his voice, "These skeletons are not ordinary troops, we can't beat them, go quickly!" ”

Danny reacted, nodded vigorously, and turned to run down the hill.

The veteran turned his head to look at the battlefield, a hint of desperation in his eyes.

……

At the top of the steep slope on one side of the canyon, a burly figure stood there, and the setting sun stretched his figure long until it was cast on the tragic battlefield in the canyon.

The man was tall, with long narrow cheeks, a hideous scar on one side, two long ears standing upright on top of his head, a slightly blackened nose, and aggressive yellow eyes.

He was dressed in a suit of bright silver plate armor, with two simple-looking single-edged machetes behind his back, and he was majestic. Next to him, a white wolf lay quietly on its stomach, huge in size, even larger than a human war horse.

This is the werewolf clan of the orc kingdom.

Known for their shrewd minds and strong team fighting skills, werewolves are the most disciplined of the orc corps, earning the trust of the Great Chief. Several important strongholds on the kingdom's borders are guarded by werewolf forces.

At this point, from this position, the werewolf warrior could clearly see every detail of this battle in the canyon.

The undead army is overwhelmingly dominant, advancing with unstoppable momentum; This human army is not like the regular army at all, both in strength and equipment, and it is only a matter of time before it is annihilated.

However, the strange thing is that the undead troops have not attacked in a big way, but have only steadily squeezed the human troops southward, and do not seem to be in a hurry to take the other side.

The werewolf habitually touched the scar on his cheek and frowned.

An old werewolf, with a slightly rickety figure, walked up from behind the cliff. The old werewolf had white eyebrows and beard, carried an oak staff, and wore a pure white shaman's dress, with a kind face.

"Chief Wharton, as expected?" The old werewolf looked at the battle in the canyon and asked the werewolf warrior.

The werewolf warrior known as Wharton nodded, took out a piece of letter paper from his clothes, and had a complicated expression: "Yes, it's exactly what the letter says." ”

Until now, Wharton had not figured out how this human named Yang Shou had seen through Diggle's conspiracy, and how he had predicted that the undead of the Lich Mountains would intervene in this matter.

When he first saw the letter, Wharton, like most people, thought it was a fantasy. However, both the Great Chief and the Temple Elder were very cautious, and finally decided to send Wharton, who was closest to the Mountain Shaking Beast Graveyard, to come here.

In the open space behind Wharton, a full 5,000 wolf cavalry stood quietly, the steppe wolf mounts under their crotches were draped in thick leather armor, and their paws were covered with special leather holsters, ready to go!

In the tradition of the orc kingdom, in addition to the necessary generals, there is at least one shaman priest for every thousand people in the army.

The assistance of the shaman is known to the whole world, although it is not comparable to the mage alone, but it is not an exaggeration to say that a qualified shaman priest can definitely make a force of 1,000 people exert the combat effectiveness of 2,000 people!

The old werewolf is named Shan Feng, the oldest of the shamans, and the most senior.

"I don't know what these undead have in mind, but if we don't do anything, the human army will be forced into the tomb." The single opening reminded.

"Wait, I haven't seen the whereabouts of Wild Heart yet, what if it's a trap?"

Wharton said, his stout tail wagging slightly, and those who knew him well knew that this was his habit when he was thinking seriously: "My cavalry dies for glory, but not in vain." ”

Shan Feng nodded, stroked his gray beard, and squinted to observe the battle situation in the canyon.

In view of the increasingly aggressive and provocative actions of humans over the past hundred years, the orcs have little impression of the cunning humans.

The heart of the wild is what the orcs care about the most.

Elder Shan Feng squinted slightly, and said with some confusion: "That human named Yang Shou asked us to wait here, did we also expect that the army of the undead would not wipe out the human army in one go?" If you look at it this way, this human is probably not just knowing the inside story, right? ”

Werewolf Wharton didn't respond, but his expression became more grim.

In the canyon, as Wharton had speculated, the necromantic forces were still advancing slowly, and in a short time, all the human forces were compressed to the end of the canyon.

In front of the enemy with absolute superiority, behind is a dead end, and the soldiers are desperate.

The plan of Baker and the others was to keep the undead at bay by themselves, and Thomas's personal guards went to the tomb to meet Caroline. It's just that Viscount Thomas was extremely insecure at this time, categorically rejected Baker's opinion, and kept the guards by his side, surrounding him on the inside and outside of the three layers.

"A bunch of rubbish! What do you want? Don't hurry into the tomb yet! ”

Hoarse shouts came from the back of the line, and Viscount Thomas was jumping up and down, his face furious.

Baker and the other veterans were at the front, and they glanced at each other, and they could see the hesitation in each other's eyes.

Today's enemy behavior is too abnormal, there must be some conspiracy, but now the situation is stronger than people! The soldiers in front of them were constantly pressed back by the ogre zombies, and they had no power to fight back, and if this situation continued, there was only one way to retreat into the tomb.

"It's not okay to go on like this, it's just stretching your neck for people to cut off!"

Baker slashed down a rushing skeleton and roared in hatred, "Shrink the line with all your might, and prepare to retreat into the tomb!" ”

All the soldiers were unwilling, but they were helpless, and there was a look of despair and decadence in their eyes.

At this moment, a green light suddenly flashed in everyone's field of vision, and an indescribable magic power fluctuation came from the direction of the tomb, and a group of soldiers brushed back their heads together.

At the gate of the white tomb, the cavalry team that had been deep into the tomb for nearly an hour was walking out one after another, led by Caroline and Jane, who were walking with swords.

Yang Shou, who was standing at the forefront, raised one hand high, and the dark green light bloomed silently from his palm, even the farthest away soldiers could feel the magic fluctuations coming to their faces!