The Death Knights, all of which are composed of level 100 Death Knights, are an upgraded class of the Dark Knights. All of them rode nightmare bone horses, holding long knives with a blade 1.2 meters long, a handle half a meter long, and a curved blade with a blood groove leading straight to the tip of the knife, which was extremely good for slashing. The bone horse is 1.6 meters tall. The knights' horses were all wrapped in black iron armor, which was extremely heavy, and it was difficult for anything else to break through the iron armor unless it was a weapon of war.

The surrounding air was condensed by this force, a group of 2,000 Death Knights, led by a leader. Jiang Li didn't pay attention to the head of the Death Knight. He was planning the scale of the battle, it stands to reason that the army that would be attacked should be a force that went to conquer the Night Elves, and they returned before reaching their destination after being intercepted, and it was not difficult to hear from Fursel's words that the troops should not suffer much loss. Such a unit should still have a strong combat capability, and if Fursil participates in the battle, it will not be invincible even in the face of several times the enemy, and the 2,000-strong firefighting team will be somewhat redundant.

The Death Knight, theoretically, can defeat 10 times or even more Hell Demon Troops, if it is just a low-level demon like a simple Horn Demon, tens of thousands of them can't do harm to them, then the scale of today's battle should not be small.

In the center of the school field, the magic array slowly took shape, and the blue portal lit up, and this portal was one-way. Fursel waved his hand at the Death Knight's team, and the team formed into a group of 2 and quickly passed through the Time Gate. The mages around the space-time gate are constantly outputting magic to keep the space-time gate running. After the leader of the Death Knight finally walked through the space-time gate, Fursel and Jiang Li also walked through together.

It was a wide grassland, the colors around it could not be seen in the dark night, the wind pressed the grass very low, there were no buildings around, and the occasional dead tree highlighted the desolation.

An army of undead formed a circle to resist the demons of hell that kept rushing around them. The battle with the undead is quiet, there is no pain in this race, and even if you chop him to pieces, he will not cry out uncomfortable. All the moans and shouts came from the side of the demons of Hell.

The hell demons besieging the undead are basically all composed of winged demons, and these winged demons are all as high as level 85, and the elites of them are all over 90. Leading them was the Winged Demon leader Arcan. With this 60,000-strong elite Winged Demon army, Arkon was confident that he would sneak up on the undead and make them fall apart in an instant, end the battle in half an hour and go back to enjoy life.

The battle had been going on for an hour, and Alken was very angry, this hapless undead army somehow felt that something was wrong, and when he arrived, the undead troops, who were accustomed to marching at night, actually put up a defensive formation and waited in place. In the darkness of the night, they even made a smoke screen of death. What made Arken even more angry was that after an hour of attack, his elite troops had not killed all these skeletons. Due to the fact that it is an expedition, the undead army is composed of low-level skeletons, fast-moving ghouls, and flying wraiths. The troops have a regiment of mages, and necromancers make up the majority.

The one who leads the undead is none other than Pajachilai. Pajachile was called to the palace by Fursil, and after learning what had happened, he was ordered to be teleported to the army first, taking over the wounded general, leading the undead army to resist in situ and wait for rescue.

Pajachile is not an ordinary piece of cake, although his skills have not yet been fully restored, but he is still a legendary-level master, a necromancer.

As soon as the two clans came into contact with each other, Pajachilai began to take control of the corpses of the slain demons, using them as a medium to summon skeletons and zombies in large numbers. Such small magic basically does not consume Pajachilai's mana. The speed at which the fù is restored is much higher than the speed at which it is consumed. As soon as the enemy storms a piece, he detonates the corpses on the ground, and the soul of the enemy is scattered. Corpse explosion is definitely a high-level magic in the world of reincarnation. Players under 80 years of age will not have access to this magic, and this magic is classified as free magic, Treasure Level.

Winged demons are ferocious, they are not only cruel to their enemies, but also to themselves, they are cruel and belligerent, as long as they enter the battle state, they will forget about it. Alken had come for a sneak attack, so he didn't carry any weapons of war. The undead are murderers, and they don't carry any large weapons of war. The two teams are now fighting for vitality. It's as if the two masters have now given up their moves and are competing for internal strength.

Although the undead have been constantly replenished, their general level is too low, and at only level 70, they are so powerless to deal with enemies one rank higher than themselves, and it is often difficult for five or six skeletons to kill a winged demon. The only thing that scared the Winged Demons was the corpses that would suddenly explode at some point, and the death smoke thrown by the low-level corpse wizards. The circle of the undead is gradually shrinking, and the 20,000 undead warriors are getting fewer and fewer. Pajachile is ready to bring the wraiths to the forefront. He knew that they would have to hold out for enough time for the Empire's troops to arrive. There are no Death Guards with strong defenses, and there are very few zombies that usually stand at the front. These spirits can only be sacrificed. As long as the magicians in the team are kept, it is not unacceptable for all the others to be sacrificed.

Pajachile was about to give the order when the ground suddenly shook violently. The standard footwork showed that it was definitely a well-trained cavalry team rushing towards it. Two figures flickered in succession, appearing beside Pajachilai, it was Fursr and the little guy called Darkblade. Pajachile was overjoyed that the troops were saved.

"Old man, you guys came in time, I won't be able to hold out in a while, our dark cavalry troops must not be far away, right? As long as you're there, plus the Dark Cavalry, we'll be able to retreat safely. Pajachilai, several corpse explosions in a row, blasted off a few groups of winged demons in front of him, and looked back at Fursel.

Pajachile was sent out in advance, and he didn't know before that it was not the Dark Knight, but the Death Knights.

"Old man, why retreat, we're going to kill all these damn Winged Demons." Fursel said through gritted teeth. Today he was very unhappy, and finally wanted to sleep peacefully, but was disturbed by these winged red-skinned beasts. Furser, who was in a bad mood, beckoned again and again, and all kinds of dark magic came out one after another, and even the magic of death withering was thrown out by him at will.

"Hmph, Furth, do you think you can kill us all with a demigod? Or do you want to help you with those dark ironskins that can run? Arkon suddenly rushed to the front, and out of behind him came two hell mages, they were high-level flame mages, and their race was the flame demons. They like to live in magma, and are themselves a resistance system for the fire element.

"Bobber, you two pigs, think I can't guess you're in the team? Why do you come back to smoke now that you have recovered from your injuries? Fursel sneered, but he was also nervous, at first he did guess that the enemy must have a high-level mage to help, and with the legendary warrior of Arkon, there should be a good fight today.

But what he didn't expect was that the two magicians who came were the two old enemies of the Bobber brothers. They are also true legendary magicians. Fortunately, the Dark King was very wise and sent the Death Knight to help, if it was an ordinary Dark Knight, he would have to leave something behind today to retreat.

Jiang Li hid in the battle formation far away, he was already invisible, these guys in front of him were very famous, and if he threw out a magic spell, he would die. Only pick up the cheap and don't suffer losses, we are here to watch the play. The Death Knights still have a little way to run, and they came a little late because Jiang Lijian asked this group to disguise themselves as Dark Knights.

Fursel is also a smart man, and a group camouflage technique that doesn't take much time but can be very effective in confusing enemies. No one could have imagined that the Emperor would send the Knights of the Undead.

There is a good carriage where Jiang Li is hiding, the vehicle is very tightly protected, and there is also a defensive circle on the carriage, the people in this carriage must not be simple. But he didn't dare to find out casually, curiosity killed the cat, it was better to be honest, in case it was a big man, it would be over.

"Little one, you'd better not go any closer to the carriage." A very gentle voice came from behind Jiang Li, and a dark mage who looked to be only in his 30s revealed. However, Jiang Li was stunned in an instant, he knew this dark magician, he looked like he was in his 30s, and this woman was a powerful figure in the Dark Empire. She is the sister of the Dark Pope, the wife of the current King of the Dark Empire, and the legendary dark mage Yerille. The strength of the peak of the legend, coupled with his identity, is really extraordinary.

Jiang Li understood why the Dark Emperor sent out the Death Knights, it turned out to be a woman who wanted to protect him. He took a few steps outward, then performed a mage salute.

"Dear madam, I have no offense." Hurry up and get some impression points for yourself, you may use this relationship in the future, and it will not be good if your timid actions just now bring any adverse effects to yourself.

The magic in front of the battle suddenly exploded, and the magicians on both sides made a move, and neither side was easy to mess with. The low-level troops on both sides gave up their defenses and rushed directly to each other for a melee, so that they could avoid being blown to pieces by the mage, and even if they died, they would have to pull two cushions.

Two thousand "Dark Knights" rushed over from a distance, and Arkon just sent a small group of Winged Demons to intercept them, and Winged Demons generally have fire or earth-based magic, and their gravity skills are generally good.

The Winged Demon formed a simple line of defense, then unleashed walls of fire and hellfire towards the place where the knight charged. The plants on the ground were instantly dried and burned violently.

In the eyes of the Winged Demons, this point of the Dark Knight was not enough at all, and the Winged Demons generally believed that these black iron skins were pressed by gravity, and when they rushed through the fire array, there would be nothing left. But they were wrong, this cavalry didn't take these small flames seriously at all, they drew their swords and rushed directly into the opponent's position without even reducing their speed, and at this time the winged demons realized that the flames did not cause any damage to these knights, and the knights who were burned only changed their clothes. Night armor covered in magical runes, elongated swords, and especially the black-scarred skeleton horses they rode.

Where is this Dark Knight, obviously a regiment of death knights.

Arkon also noticed the anomaly, the knights were too fast, far more than the average Dark Knight, but by the time he saw these knights passing through the fire array, it was too late to do anything else.

The black torrent of steel cut through the Winged Demon's forces without encountering the slightest resistance. After rushing out for some distance, they changed from the rear team to the front team and rushed back. Everywhere I went, there was red minced meat. Whether it's the Winged Demon, or the higher-level Hell Messenger, or the magician with a magic shield, they've all been cut to pulp.