The undead monster raised the butcher's knife with his other hand and slashed indifferently at the enemy.

Its right hand had been broken, leaving only stubble and strips of flesh dangling, but it didn't change its mood in the slightest, just picked up the sword that had fallen to the ground and swung it at its foe.

And such situations abound on this battlefield, and they are not an exception, the entire legion is like this!

Fearless of death, brave and good at fighting, even if most of the head is cut off, he can still fight, plus there are spellcasters to assist in the siege, no wonder those nobles can't even survive for half a day.

Howell laughed and collided with the werewolf in front of him, the shield in his left hand pressed against the werewolf's arms, and the pupils in his eyes seemed to be squeezed together by the muscles twisted by the smile, forcing the werewolf to retreat.

At this moment, he suddenly retreated a large distance, leaving the werewolf without support, and his body lost its balance, and he couldn't help but stumble forward.

Howell's eyes narrowed, his left arm bent, and then suddenly flicked up, and the shield slammed into the werewolf's head with a meteor catching the moon.

However, the werewolf suddenly fell to the ground on all fours, and nimbly jumped to the side, the hair on his body grew wildly, the bones exploded, and the muscles immediately expanded, holding up the armor's mechanism - turning into a 'giant wolf'.

As the shield swept through the air, Howell remembered that the enemy he was facing was a werewolf, and it looked like a more powerful werewolf...... I guess it's the commander or deputy commander of the 'Dark Night Legion'?

The giant wolf crawled on the ground, a low roar welling up in his throat, his head held high to meet the enemy's eyes, and his steps moved slightly, as if he was looking for a suitable time to attack.

Howell smiled, but in fact, his back was already soaked with cold sweat, and he gently shook the chain flail in his right hand, always keeping a certain distance and direction from the giant wolf.

Warlock Eisen was held back by a vampire and couldn't come to his aid, and the living dead were useless, and they might be okay against mortals, but if they were against the transcendents, they were just a herd of lambs to be slaughtered.

On the battlefield, the legions of the living dead crashed like waves crashing against the shore, crashing into the heavy shields of the soldiers.

These private soldiers of the local nobles hid behind heavy shields and gasped, a drop of sweat the size of a bean seeping from their foreheads, and the muscles of their bodies were tensed by fright, and it was because of this that they were able to block the first wave of the army of the living dead.

The Legion of the Night had fought the Legion of the Living Dead long before they collided with the soldiers, and the final conclusion was that they were tricky!

They possess the properties of the undead and are not afraid of the plague, so they may have been cultivated to be the source of the plague, although it is unknown if they can spread through water and air, but they can certainly spread through 'contact'.

The contagiousness and intensity of this plague are very scary, and even after the werewolf is bitten, he inevitably has a body temperature increase and a weak body.

Generally speaking, a transcendent race such as werewolves is unlikely to be infected with the plague, and they are very resistant to plagues, except for the plague of the undead and other deadly plagues, they are extremely difficult to infect.

But until now, the infected werewolves still have a high fever and have to stay in the rear town to recuperate.

It was enough for the noble private soldiers to withstand the attacks of the living dead, and with their courage, they probably did not dare to attack the living dead, hiding behind heavy shields, staring at the shields had exhausted all their guts.

The soldiers of the Night Legion, standing behind the heavy shield, duly crossed the protection of the heavy shield and fell from the sky and jumped on the bodies of the living dead.

With just one jump, the bones of the living dead were broken, and their knees could no longer support their bodies, and they fell to their knees with a bang.

Their vertebrae and sternum shattered, but that wasn't enough to kill them completely!

More of the living dead were pouring in their direction, and the Bloodclan and Werewolves didn't hesitate to smash the massive heads, waiting for the already cold 'blood' to spurt out before they turned to deal with the other living dead.

"Mage, quick, cast magic!"

In the distance, the mages hired by the local lords recited jerky incantations, and some of them were sweating profusely after reciting the spell several times without success.

The poor mage regiment may also be one of the main reasons why the three frontier realms were quickly captured, and if they perform a little better, then those three realms may be able to hold out until the time reinforcement arrives.

However, no matter how much the soldiers of the Night Legion slandered, things had already happened, and what had happened was irreparable.

In order to prevent themselves from contracting the plague, the werewolves put on claw sleeves and tried to avoid splashing their blood on their bodies.

The sculpting spells that fell into the army of the living dead only slightly limited their ability to move, and they had been modified by the Arcane Empire to possess most of the characteristics of the undead, and even if they were now, they would never die.

The legion of the living dead approached step by step with a blank face, and the soldiers, who were not afraid of life and death, numbly raised their weapons in their hands and blindly attacked.

Most of their weapons fell into the air, and a few slashed at the heavy shields, leaving only a shallow notch on them, but they were all attacked by the Bloods and Werewolves.

The flesh was torn apart, the bones were shattered, they fell to the ground, they stumbled backwards against their companions, but none of them gave up on the attack again.

They were transformed by the Arcanists, and since then, they are no longer purely 'living creatures', and now they are just tools that only know how to follow orders, and have become a weapon in the hands of the Arcane Empire.

There are no 'miracles' in this world, and unless an Arcanist makes a mistake in creating the living dead, they will not be able to wake up on their own or rebel against the Arcane Empire - even the chances of being awakened by others are slim to none.

After that great war more than 800 years ago, the Arcanists already knew one thing, others were simply unreliable, and submission was only temporary, superficial, and sooner or later betrayed.

There was no roar, no roar, the living dead went to death one after another, and even the corpses had built a 'guardrail' for the heavy shield soldiers in front of them, and they still did not stop.

The silence was terrifying, and the privates' gaze crossed the gap in their shields and landed on the living dead, and they swallowed with difficulty, and for some reason, their hearts beat faster, and tension spread through the position.

The bloods and werewolves of the Night Legion panted to the edge of the battlefield, and the living dead ignored them at all, and continued to storm the positions of the private soldiers with a steady footstep.

Nothing seemed to stop them, and the silent march of the legions of the living dead brought a silent panic.

There are not many of them, only a few thousand, and after two wars, they are almost all depleted.

But for some reason, an ominous premonition filled their hearts - the army of the Arcane Empire should not be so weak!

At this moment, a Bloodline suddenly noticed that a 'gray line' seemed to appear on the horizon that was not very obvious.

Howell waved his shield and slapped the werewolf away, grinning, and before he could catch his breath, a tail twitched on him.

"Uh-huh-cough-cough...... Howell didn't catch his breath and couldn't stop coughing.

But there was still a smile on his face, because if you count the time, the resurrected undead should also arrive!

"Undead !!"

A scream suddenly rang out over the battlefield, and the blood clan squinted at it, and was immediately shocked.

At this point, his mind went blank, and he finally knew why this army of the Arcane Empire was so weak, because they weren't meant to 'fight head-on' in the first place!