The document brought by the scout describes Zaquero's battle with the undead in the South.

The night before, they rushed south with 36,000 warriors to chase the undead army.

The other party also spotted Zacquero, so he fled south at night.

This time, Zacrow was also a veteran, so he didn't chase it, but set up camp urgently, and only sent scouts to bite the back of the undead army, ready to talk about it early the next morning.

As a result, it happened in the middle of the night.

A team of demons, the number is only about three thousand, and the leader is the terrible abyss war demon, about one hundred and fifty, and they took nearly three thousand Flomo, whose strength is comparable to that of the captain of the knight, to take advantage of the night to kill into the barracks.

At the same time, the undead army that was fleeing in front of them quickly turned around and killed them.

The warriors brought by Zacrow are really elite, and they were attacked by powerful demons at night without collapsing, and Zacrow and the generals fought and retreated with their soldiers, retreating all the way to the north.

This battle, fought from midnight to early morning, blood flowed all over the ground, and the corpses were ambushed for dozens of miles, and when the sun rose, the demons and undead took the initiative to retreat, and the battle finally ended.

According to post-war statistics, 13,000 soldiers were killed, two commander-level generals were killed, but less than 2,000 undead were killed, and demons were killed less than 1,000.

The reason is simple, because the undead and demons have dark vision, and see night as day, but the Terran warriors can't because of this, and they suffer heavy losses.

Zaclo didn't dare to entangle, so he wanted to go north immediately, but the soldiers had already been exhausted from fighting all night, so they could only rest on the spot, which wasted most of the day.

By the afternoon the warriors had regained some energy and were ready for the march. only to find that more than half of the Terran warriors killed last night had started fighting again. They were infected with the aura of darkness. became an undead spirit, roaring and rushing into the barracks.

There was another burst of chaos, and the dark army that had retreated before reappeared, taking advantage of the chaos to rush and kill.

Another scuffle.

During the battle, the two remaining commander-level generals were also killed, and Zacrow himself was seriously wounded.

This time the battle was during the day, and after the two sides fought hard, the demon was strong. But the number was too small, they were killed, and the army of the undead was purged.

But the losses of the army were equally severe, with more than 16,000 men falling, less than 7,000 soldiers alive, all wounded, and many infected by the diseases carried by the rotting bodies of the undead.

After burning all the corpses, the surviving warriors made their way north, and now they had pursued fifty miles behind the army.

Joseph's eyes were red when he looked at it. The hand holding the paperwork trembled unconsciously.

Twenty-eight thousand elites, most of the best of the defenders of the Mosalen Bridge. It was consumed so plainly, if it was to go with the army, with their steady strategy of taking it step by step, how could it be sneak attacked?

There was silence for a long time, Joseph. Martin issued an order: "Send ten thousand soldiers to answer." Let's move on! ”

By evening, the soldiers had been picked up, and the situation was even worse than the paperwork had suggested.

Fewer than six thousand fighters were able to stand, and hundreds more were carried on improvised stretchers. Looking at the injury, even if you are lucky enough to survive, you are still crippled, and you will not be able to go to the battlefield in the future. The momentum of the more than 30,000 elites who went south before had long since disappeared, and every soldier was dejected and defeated.

All the soldiers were silent, and a thick smell of blood poured into the makeshift camp with the remnants of the army, and from time to time a few screams rang out, and the scavenging birds outside the camp smelled death and croaked.

"What about Zacquero? What about people! Joseph yelled violently, he didn't even see the noble, proud disciple of the Sword Saint.

There was a commotion in the crowd, and something came out, and the voice was sneering: "General, he's gone." ”

It was a knight captain who spoke, and he was stabbed in the face, and the wound was rolled, very hideous: "The general said that he had no face to go to see the marshal." ”

"Hah!" Joseph couldn't help but laugh out loud: "What a faceless one! Coward! ”

He almost roared, and the sound was heard far away, almost throughout the camp.

In the grove outside the camp, Zacquero, who was covered in blood, also heard this, and his heart jumped sharply, and a strong sense of shame swelled.

The injuries on his body were very, very eye, one arm was cut off in half, and there were more than a dozen wounds on his body, several of which were fatal, and if he was not treated in time, he would definitely die.

Zacrow knew that if he returned to camp now, the priest would definitely help him heal, and he would be able to save a life, but it would only be temporary.

When he arrived at the Mosalen Bridge, the angry Earl Maple would surely cut off his head without hesitation.

Of course, after this defeat, he was not afraid of death, otherwise he would have returned to camp now, he just didn't have the courage to face Joseph. Martin.

Glancing at the camp from afar, Zacrow sighed and headed deeper into the woods, where he was going to find a quiet place to die.

Just staggered forward, I don't know how long I walked, Zacrow felt that his body was getting weaker and weaker, and the blood was about to run out, and one accidentally mentioned the roots of the tree on his feet, and the whole person suddenly rolled on the dead leaves, panting, and couldn't get up.

Looking at the blue sky through the gaps in the leaves, Zacrow felt that the world in his eyes was getting darker and darker.

"I have been glorious all my life, but I died in the nameless woods with shame, alas~" Zacrow sighed and waited quietly for death.

I don't know how long it was, but it was already dark, and there was no light in the forest.

Suddenly, footsteps reached Zacquero's ears, and a hoarse voice rang out.

"Is a warrior so powerful to give up his life because of a defeat?"

Zacro was already in a trance, and the massive blood loss made him feel that he had no strength in his whole body, and he couldn't even speak, so he could only roll his eyes slightly in the direction where the voice came from.

Who could it be? Just as he was in doubt, Zacrow felt a cold breath enter his body, and this breath quickly flowed through his body, making him fall into the ice cave and making his empty body feel the power again.

He was stunned for a moment, then reacted, and a wave of disgust welled up in his heart: "Necromancer! Get out of here, stay away from me! ”

He saw a dark shadow standing beside him and tried to swing his sword at him, but he found that he was not strong enough to pick up his weapon.

"I'm Rafabel, once the archmage of the Primmore family, and now a recruiter for the Dark Legion, hehe."

"I've heard of you, Plaguebringer Raphabel, a disgrace to the Primor!" Zacrow only hated himself for being seriously injured, otherwise he would have killed the bastard to the death.

Rafael was not ashamed at all: "How much more glorious are you than me, warrior?" Joseph. Martin's words are still echoing in the woods, you listen, coward, coward, coward~ every tree is saying that. ”

"Shut up, you dark slave!"

"Haha, I just like to talk to you." Rafael Bell circled around Zacquero: "Do you think you're free? Isn't your family, your sense of honor, a shackle? This is the chain of light, you willingly served the Lord of Radiance and shed the last drop of blood in your body, but the paladins of the Lord of Light said that you are a coward! ”

"Don't say it, let me die quietly." Zacrow spoke with pleading.

"No, mighty warrior, I sue you that your life is not over. The first half of your life belongs to the light and the second half to the darkness. You are on the wrong path, you were born a child of darkness. Why should you be bound by that pariah-born Crusader marshal? Break away from him, overcome him, and let him kneel in front of you and lick your boots. Rafebel's voice was erratic and intensely demagogic.

"No, I'm no match for him, no one can beat him. Morovogen was killed by him. Zacrow shook his head.

A scroll was thrown at him, and Zacrow took it and looked at it, shocked: "This is?" ”

"The martial arts scroll left behind by the Full Moon Sword Saint records his life's experience. Drop a drop of blood and you'll get it! ”

Full Moon Juggernaut's legacy? Zaquero's heart was shocked, any warrior would be moved when he saw this thing, driven by a voice in the depths of his heart, Zacro would bite his hand and smear the little blood in his body on the scroll.

Suddenly, a silver glow lit up, enveloping Zacquero's body and burrowing into his head.

Zacrow seemed to feel great pain and roared with his mouth wide open, but no sound came out.

After a long time, the silver light slowly converged, and finally condensed in Zacrow's eyes.

Zacrow stood up, and a deep and desolate voice came out of his throat: "Moro Vogen's legacy is really good, in addition to martial arts, he actually has a lifetime of combat experience. ”

"Of course. I fished out his head that had fallen into the Blackwater River. Although most of the soul inside has been dispersed, there is still a little essence left. How about it, Zacquero, are you willing to be a servant of the Lord of Death? Rafabel asked.

"What do I get?"

"With the endless power of darkness, combined with the martial arts you inherited from the Red Moon Sword Saint and the Full Moon Sword Master, you will become a peerless powerhouse on this continent. Even the Great Demon King Barclay will revere you as a master. ”

Zacro was silent for a long time, and then he spoke: "I want to change my face." ”

"That's fine. If you like, I can change it for you every day. ”

"I'm going to change my name too. Zakro is a thing of the past. From today onwards, my name is Samaire! ”

"Deathbringer Samel? Good name. Then follow me to the south, Lord Samer, where your people are waiting to contribute to you. ”

"Okay."

"We've got to move a little bit faster, and we're a little bit pressed for time."

"Why?" Samael asked curiously.

"Your Excellency, you don't think we're thinking about increasing our strength, do you? That pariah never let up. The legend is not the end of him, the master once told me that the force of the world is gathering on him, this is not a good thing, we must kill him quickly! (To be continued......) R1292