The sky continued to streak through the burning boulders, and smashed violently into the castle of the dead, and suddenly collapsed one wall after another, and it was obviously this thing that caused the earthquake just now.

In the distant sky, the bone dragon Geralt was hovering and roaring, spewing poisonous gas and smoke to the ground, and colorful sparks flickered around its body, which were the enemy magicians striking at it violently.

The castle was littered with shattered skeletons, most of which could never be repaired; Mixed with them were the corpses of the human army, as numerous as the remains of the skeleton warriors. Judging by this tragic situation, the fighting has lasted at least a day and a night.

"Why didn't I hear the sound of the fight just now, it's impossible!" He Ruozhi muttered to himself.

However, he didn't have time to think about it, because the skeleton soldiers in front of him and behind him were already under the command of the lichs, bowing their heads and rushing towards the enemy's position.

In the distance, you can see the enemy's well-legged ranks, those allied forces of the human world, wearing the strongest and most luxurious armor, armed with extremely sharp swords made by famous craftsmen, and the ranks spread from outside the valley to the entire valley. Guarded by many samurai, in the middle was a large contingent of magicians.

Seeing the skeleton warriors approaching, a powerful howl also sounded in the human army, and a barbarian warrior with a body of more than two meters and a full body of ** was holding a big axe, and shouted angrily: "Rush! For the glory of the god of war! ”

The forwards of the two sides quickly collided violently, and at this moment the whole earth seemed to be **. The few short skeleton soldiers in the front were immediately knocked out by the tall, strong, and well-equipped human soldiers, but more skeleton soldiers rushed forward without fear, entangled the opponent's heavy axes and broadswords with the fragile weapons in their hands.

There was a thick dead air in the air, everyone was howling, and every pair of eyes had turned blood-red!

That's what it is...... War between the undead and humans? He Ruozhi stared blankly at the battlefield, the battle had entered a state of scorching tug-of-war, and severed limbs and bones flew above the heads of the soldiers.

What kind of force drove these already dead people to drag their corpses to fight desperately? He Ruozhi asked himself, he didn't know.

"Kill, kill!"

After a long time, He Ruozhi realized that such a terrifying roar came from his throat.

The skeleton soldiers in front had all been shattered, and a mountain of human armies appeared in front of He Ruozhi.

"Kill!"

He Ruozhi used all the Black Bone Techniques, and a war knife flew up and down, and soon stabbed into the stomach of a human soldier.

This was the first time he had killed a real human, but He Ruozhi, who was already accustomed to seeing blood, did not feel the slightest discomfort, but his body was filled with endless pleasure.

When the long knife was being recovered, He Ruozhi slightly picked up the method in "Demon Language" and absorbed a little fresh resentment from the soldier's body.

Although it was only a trivial point, it helped him recover as quickly as possible, and the whole movement was smooth and natural.

It's like a spring that has been stretched to the limit, because of this force, it is once again full of elasticity and can burst out with great power!

He Ruozhi's long knife slashed again and again, and soon emptied a large area of land around it, and the ground was full of soldiers' corpses.

Although these skeleton warriors are very brave and good at fighting, they are too few in number, and their individual combat power is not as high as that of human warriors.

The entire battle situation can be said to have been supported by the bone dragon Geralt hovering in the sky.

However, as the magicians of the human army continued to unleash super-large-scale high-level magic, one by one colorful balls of light smashed towards Geralt, and the bone dragon finally couldn't withstand the series of blows, and fell down with a roar.

Without this greatest combat support, the mages can bombard the undead legions with powerful magic with impunity, and huge rocks, ferocious floods, and blazing flames explode in the skeleton legion array!

The human army is more imposing, and the swords, guns, swords, and halberds are like flesh and blood, grinding skeletons into pieces with high efficiency.

One skeleton warrior after another was smashed until the last bone also dissolved into the magic, and then reluctantly stopped attacking.

Gradually, the formation of the undead army could no longer be kept neat, they were divided into small pieces by the human army, and in the case of being inferior in numbers, the skeleton soldiers did nothing at all, except for some skeleton generals with strong martial arts, other ordinary soldiers died one after another.

"What's going on? Is real war so cruel? These skeleton warriors are so heroic! He Ruozhi's mind was in a mess, and he couldn't react to what was happening in front of him at all, his body was just mechanically slashing and slashing, clearing out all the enemies in front of him.

The comrades-in-arms around him fell one after another, unlike what he imagined, these skeleton soldiers would also feel sad and angry when their comrades fell, and they would also help their comrades resist the cold arrows from behind, even regardless of their own lives!

Gradually, He Ruozhi felt that these were not puppets without emotion and life, but real intelligent creatures!

He Ruozhi was furious, he had completely regarded himself as a member of the undead army.

He Ruozhi rushed into the enemy formation and slashed and slashed recklessly, and for a while, there were screams all around, and those human soldiers didn't expect that this unastonishing skeleton soldier actually had such amazing fighting skills, and they were hit one after another.

But there were too many human armies, and soon He Ruozhi fell into the vast sea of enemy formations.

Several spears ** his ribs, although the current He Ruozhi has no internal organs, but in this way, he can't move half a step at all.

Immediately after, a huge war hammer fell from the sky, and it was about to smash He Ruozhi to pieces!

At this moment, the battlefield reverberated with a sad and mysterious song.

At the beginning, the singing was like a gentle and silent light rain on a spring night, although it was quiet and low, but it was not at all covered by the shouting and killing on the battlefield, but it was very clear to everyone's ears.

The low and soft female voice does not sound old, and even has a hint of immature children's voice, but the song contains endless vicissitudes and pain.

The singer must have felt the hearts of all the suffering people in the world to sing such a deep tune.

Hearing this song, whether it was the human army or the army of the undead, everyone froze in a daze, and the weapons raised high could no longer fall.

All eyes were on the direction of the Castle of the Dead, to the tower at the highest point of the castle.

At the top of the tower, in the bitter cold wind, a weak and small figure stood strongly.

He Ruozhi also turned his head like everyone else, staring deeply at this petite and delicate figure.

In his head, 10,000 bombs exploded at the same time!