Ray scolded at the orc team in front of him, "Inexplicable. ”

The same question was raised by the front-line commander of the middle sector of the line. Just as the mages had finished accumulating their strength, the gunners had filled the barrels with round cannonballs, and the gravity shock classes in the rear were about to advance to smash the necromantic ranks, the entire army of sinners suddenly retreated. The black knights rode away indifferently, the giant catapult was slowly dragged away, and the giant demonic beast let out a long hiss at the sky, and then retreated with a rumbling pace.

The undead team on the front line spread their feet and ran, and those clumsy skeletons and zombies ran like wild cats at the moment, running with no idea how cheerful they were. What's even more infuriating is that with a sneaky wave of the necromancer's hand, the coalition soldiers who had just fallen stood up and followed them backwards. The coalition soldiers were stunned, they really couldn't do anything in the face of their comrades who were still fighting side by side with them just now, so those fresh zombies walked towards the 'God-given Prairie' with blood stains all over them.

A surprise attack ended with the loss of 30,000 men for the coalition forces and the 400,000 necromantic troops for the sinners, and that's it.

Jerry and Lomat, who were sitting in the headquarters, were a little confused by the sudden retreat of the sinners, could it be that something was going on inside the sinners? Otherwise, why would they retreat? According to the temper of the sinners, they would keep attacking, attacking, and attacking until they broke through the defense line or were all killed, why did they retreat? Lomat guessed: "Perhaps, they are just here to test our resistance today, right?"

Jerry nodded noncommittally, obviously unable to judge whether this statement was correct or not. If there is a test of resistance to the Iron Fort's defenses, the forces of the criminals are too small. Those necromantic teams simply couldn't test how powerful the defense line was. Jerry was silent for a long time before he ordered, "Whatever they want, we just have to do our own thing." The soldiers were instructed to be on guard, and the logistics team in the rear must ensure that the brothers were fed, well, even if they fought for a long time, were we afraid of them? The longer the time dragged on, the more uncomfortable they became. ”

Jerry squinted his eyes and began to fantasize, "Hehe, do you want to stall? Well, you can delay for six years or more." Six years is enough for the Smart Empire to train countless magicians, enough for our Van Empire to train more and more powerful knights who can use the 'Mad King Formula', or enough for our Van Empire to use the resources of the Smart Empire to train hundreds of thousands of mages. When the time comes, aren't you going to die? I'm still young, and I can wait so much time for the opportunity to make a difference. yes, why should I be in a hurry? You want to procrastinate, so let's take our time. ”

After a long time, Jerry let out a long sigh, he understood that this extremely beautiful idea was just a dream, how could the sinners not attack?

At noon, when the soldiers of the defense line had just served their meals, the attack of the criminals came again. It was the overwhelming sea of necromancy that made a terrible 'crunch' sound, and under the leadership of the coalition soldiers who had died in the morning, the necromantic army rushed densely into the middle of the 'Iron Fort' defensive line. The soldiers let out a rapid shout, sounded the alarm, and the entire defense line was once again on full alert.

This time, before the soldiers could fully enter the position, countless boulders fell from the sky. Judging by the situation, the convicts had only taken out half of the huge catapults in the morning, and this time at least 10,000 catapults threw stones at the same time. When the boulder landed, with the flashing of countless spells on the boulder, the giant wind blade, thunder and lightning, water flow, ice and other magic rushed down, and the soldiers couldn't open their eyes.

Intense light flashed across the Iron Fortress' defenses, and the soldiers hurriedly dodged the deadly magical attacks, ignoring the threat of the necromancy, many of whom were stabbed into their bodies by necromantic weapons while dodging the terrifying wind blades. This time, it seems that the necromancers are a little bolder, and from time to time you can see batches of new zombies staggering up from the ground and immediately entering the battle.

The psychology of the soldiers is showing a little sign of collapse. They can withstand the slashing of their enemies, the blast of boulders, and the endless assault of magic, but they can't watch their companions turn into zombies and slash at them. Some of the soldiers looked at the familiar faces in front of them, and they were stunned for a moment, and then immediately fell under the knives and axes of those zombies. The ranks of the necromancers are getting bigger and bigger, and there are already necromancers moving everywhere a mile or so at the front of the middle front.

Behind, an endless stream of more necromancers rushed towards them, and the necromancers mingling with the necromancers let out terrible cries, proud of the new tactics devised by Hades and Virtue. However, they didn't understand that this tactic had already been invented during the Divine War, and it dealt a heavy blow to the continental coalition forces at that time. Hades Dess is simply using an ancient, proven and highly effective tactic against the continental-armed armies who have now lost these memories.

One by one, the zombies staggered to their feet, and soon, the front-line commander of the coalition army found that in the necromantic team, in addition to those necromancers, there were also a large number of sinners, and the armor they wore was the same as the armor on the skeletons and zombies, but the combat effectiveness was more than a hundred times stronger, and many coalition soldiers fell down unjustly because of the underestimation of their combat effectiveness.

There was silence for a while, seeing that the coalition soldiers in front of him were getting fewer and fewer, and the zombie ranks were getting bigger and bigger, the young commander could only issue an order: "Mages, clear our front positions." His heart was very heavy, and he knew that he could not cope with such a situation, and it was likely to cast a shadow on his future career. Using the power of a mage to completely destroy the position ahead may be the only option.

The mages gathered their magic, and countless fires shrouded in front of them. Dirt and rocks flew, and the necromancers, sinners, and humans struggled in the firelight at the same time, and the smell of burned flesh carried by the wind, making the hearts of all the soldiers in the rear line heavy. The artillerymen were not willing to be lonely, and roared loudly, and clouds of fire rose, smoothing everything there.

The arrow flashed, and a sinner rushed near, and a sharp arrow with a strong fighting spirit killed the young commander, whose heart was full of wonderful dreams of glory and wealth, before everyone could react. Everyone froze, looking at the long arrow that penetrated through the back of the heart, which had obviously pierced the heart, and everyone was speechless. The sinner laughed triumphantly, shot several arrows in succession, and then quickly sank backwards into the cloud of fire.

The phalanx of mages was furious, and they frantically poured their most powerful spells on the place where the sinners had disappeared. Small mushroom clouds rose, and the sinner howled, and his body turned to ashes and vanished. But the deep shame made it impossible for all the officers and soldiers of the coalition to say a word. Right in front of him, the commander of the front line was killed by the enemy, if this spread, what would be the face of his own country?

All the people were careless, they thought that it would be safe to cover the position of the first mile ahead, but who knows, they bombed the entire position of the front mile into flat ground, then their position became the front line, and the enemy could appear in front of them at any time. An excellent commander with a high level of tactical literacy, just because he has no experience, was killed by the enemy in such an instant, it can only be said that it is providence.

Yes, providence, the officers and soldiers of the first line of defense are in chaos. The troops here are: the Silver Wolf Legion and the Flying Phoenix Legion of the Van Empire, the Blades of Grass Legion of the Raffle Empire, the Holy Sword Legion of the Wright Empire, the Magi Corps of the Smart Empire, and the two infantry divisions. The communication and coordination between the corps and the corps immediately became chaotic, and if the enemy attacked at this moment, the losses would be extremely heavy.

Several experienced generals frowned and issued an order to hold on, instructing their legions to prepare to shrink the defense, and at this time, the black knight was dispatched.

Two hundred and thirty0,000 black knights, like two hundred thousand Grim Reapers, swarmed from a frontage fifty miles wide and charged towards the first line of defense of the coalition army, which had lost its commander. Behind them, dense cavalry of criminals roared and followed, and the sound of fighting was deafening. Fifty thousand elves flew in, gathering their magic in the sky, and laying a blockade of space that would allow all magic to work. And the necromantic team is even more frantic in its attacks, frantically consuming the magic power of the Smart Wizard Corps.

On the battlefield, any unexpected change can lead to a disastrous defeat. At this moment, Jerry has not yet received the news of the death of his assigned commander, and he and Lomat are waiting for the battle report from the front. For the early morning attack, they still couldn't figure out why the enemy did not continue the attack with the situation, but continued at noon. This cloud of doubt was deeply shrouded in the hearts of the two, making it impossible for the two of them to relax, so their strain was a little sluggish.

In fact, the sudden retreat of the sinners was nothing more than that the Stygians and other Hades felt unwell, and rushed back to slaughter thousands of looting craftsmen to replenish their physical strength. And the sinners who regard the underworld as a beacon for their own actions simply shrink back...

The Black Knight struck, summoned by the Sinner Cavalry with the strength of the Golden Knight or above, and their flesh was more than ten times stronger than the average Necro Cavalry. With skin like gold and iron, flesh like ancient wood, and iron armor more than two inches thick, they simply became a bunch of charging fortresses.

The black bayonet was stabbed again and again, and the coalition soldiers, whether it was the elite Van soldiers or the most rubbish Smart infantry, no one could resist their light stabs, and they were always pierced by the bayonet guns along with weapons and armor. Whether it is barbed wire or horses, there is no effect in front of these terrifying knights, and a random twist of the gun and the stabbing can make the dense barbed wire and waist-thick horse shelves turn into fragments, and the strong defense line immediately becomes a smooth road.

The soldiers of other countries collapsed almost as soon as they made contact, abandoned their weapons one by one, and retreated to the rear in despair. Only the warriors of the Van Empire gathered into a group, and according to the standard tactical formation, five people or groups of five surrounded the black knights at the front, and persistently chopped their weapons over. Sparks splashed, blades and armor collided, and the armor on the black knight's body appeared deep dents, but it couldn't split the two-inch-thick iron armor at all. On the contrary, the steel spear in the black knight's hand waved slightly, and immediately seven or eight Van soldiers were swept into the sky screaming, and their bones were broken, and they died tragically before they could land on the ground.

With the desperate resistance of 100,000 silver wolf heavy infantry and 50,000 sword and axe men at the front line, the retreating coalition forces of various countries bought three teas, which was enough to make those cowardly soldiers retreat a mile. As a result of the desperate struggle of the Van soldiers, all the 150,000 silver wolf soldiers were killed, but they simply cut off the legs of the horses where more than a dozen black knights were sitting.

A fourth-order knight of the Vant's Golden Order was furious, he rode his horse and spear, and rushed towards the nearest black knight, the golden fighting qi formed a thick aura on his body, and the air around him made a loud 'crackling' sound because of the extreme pressure. More than a dozen black knights flashed with a hideous red light in their eyes and rushed towards the golden knight, but a terrible scream came from behind, and immediately, except for one black knight, everyone else retreated.

The Golden Knight is on the Black Knight, a direct impact on the front. After the loud 'boom', the golden knight had a large transparent hole in his body, and his whole body was thrown high for more than twenty feet, and he slammed into the ground, and his war horse broke its legs and struggled on the ground screaming. As for the black knight, it was just a big cut in the iron armor on the left side of his body, and there was just an extra scar on his body, which was not a serious injury at all for them who didn't know pain or fatigue.

The sinners let out a sigh of admiration with satisfaction, this kind of black knight created by using the secret method of the ancient underworld clan is really very powerful, a black knight can at least compare to the combat effectiveness of three or five sinners, right? What about the coalition army? They saw that a high-level golden knight of the Van Empire was killed almost without any counterattack power, and their morale suddenly plummeted, and they retreated to the second line of defense in a daze, like ants exploding their nests.

The battle had only been an hour into the open, and Jerry's painstakingly constructed first line of defense had fallen. The thunder at the eastern end was pinned down by the orcs, and the shapoke at the western end was still playing small movements in the face of a group of drunken dwarves, and he was unable to mobilize his troops to attack the middle, so the first line of defense quickly became hellish.

The necromancers swaggered out of the queue, the bone staff in their hands kept pointing at the corpses on the ground, the body bones were intact, they were summoned into zombies, and if the bones were broken, the entire muscle layer exploded, and the bone frame stood up slowly, and several bone frames were put together, and it was an intact skeleton soldier again. As for the more than 1,000 knights from all over the world who died in battle, under the command of Stygian Brad, a small magic formation was arranged on the spot, and they were quickly transformed into black knights...

The first line of defense in the middle of the 'Iron Fort' defense line, which was ten miles deep, was broken through by the criminals in such a short time, and the news came back to the 'Iron Fort', and Jerry and Lomat almost spurted out a mouthful of blood as if they had been hit hard in the heart. Even if the criminals were so strong, they couldn't have achieved such a big advantage, right? There was no chance for Jerry to send troops to set up the formation, and the first line of defense was destroyed, and any other general would not be able to withstand such a blow.

Jerry licked his lips a little dazedly, and asked, "Lomat, you say, what now? How is it possible, how can they do it? There are hundreds of thousands of soldiers in front, are they all killed? Huh?"

The messenger lowered his head and said carefully: "All the soldiers of our Van Empire were killed in battle, and the soldiers of other empires... With the exception of more than a thousand Smart mages who twisted their legs, the others retreated to the second line of defense almost intact. My lord, what should I do?"

Jerry and Lomat looked at each other and sighed. Helpless, they are really helpless, a group of lambs, even if they fight side by side with a group of heroic lions, it is lambs after all, they will not become lions.

Lomat said in a cruel voice: "Organize the Knights of Glory as the overseer, and those who dare to retreat without fighting to the death will be killed... Tell the generals that they will understand ... Jerry, it's not a big deal, behind the first line of defense, is our ten-mile-long magic trap area, teach them a lesson, they will understand how stupid mistakes it is to underestimate us. Not... There are still three lines of defense in front of the Iron Castle, which is enough for us to consume a lot of their strength. Jerry nodded slowly.

They didn't know about the existence of the black knights, and an order from the overseer forced the soldiers of all countries to fight to the death with the black knights.