"Reserves! Forward! ”

"Second team! Forward! ”

"Raise your shield!"

……

Shouts rang out outside the exit of the square, and in addition to the more than 200 infantry who had gathered first, the temporary troops that arrived later were also supplemented by the shouts of the non-commissioned officers and knights.

Hollier City originally did not have such a standing army, but with the "war preparedness policy" implemented by the Duke of Angmar in the past year, this emergency combat capability came in handy at this time.

The resurrection of corpses, the appearance of bone skeletons and ghouls completely spooked the remaining civilians, and just as the people frantically crowded towards the exit where Akasha was, Duke Angmar, who was standing behind in battle armor, waved his hand and gave the order-

"Block the exit."

Dressed in heavy armor, he rode on a horse with a long sword at his waist, his originally stiff body was as straight as loose at this time, his sparse white hair turned golden at some point, and his face did not show the color of old age at all, but looked like he was at the peak of his body more than ten years ago.

The bottle of potion purchased with a lot of money did not have the power of "rejuvenation", but on the contrary, it was a bottle of "poison" - because from the moment he drank it, Angmar's life had already entered the countdown.

However, he did not have the slightest look of remorse.

"Signal, Titus leads the charge, Wellington pushes back..."

"Deal with them quickly."

Angmar's voice was full of energy, clearly discernible in the chaotic noise, and even in the face of the legendary undead and ghouls, the soldiers were demoralized by the duke's survival.

The exit was blocked by the soldiers with all their might, which meant that the other survivors in the square completely lost the chance to escape - a choice that was extremely cruel, even ruthless, but Angmar was not Roddy, and his choice was always more decisive and more thorough.

Looking at the two great knights who led the team to start the charge, Angmar looked away from the struggling crowd and muttered in a low voice: "The matter of going to the grave with infamy on my back can only be done by me..."

"Let them come out! Get out of the way! ”

Akasha didn't know the duke's plan, and she cried out anxiously to get more people out of the threat of the undead, but the soldiers were firmly in front of them, and they didn't let go...

"Why? Why? ”

Akasha shouted hoarsely but to no avail, and she looked at the Duke not far behind her, but the old man did not show the slightest superfluous emotion.

The reality is so cruel that there are never "innocents" in war.

"Woohoo!"

At the same moment, Titus stabbed forward with his spear and engaged the enemy with the first cavalry.

The battle spirit broke out, the ghouls and skeletons wandering in front of them were instantly blown to pieces, and the fifteen knights relied on the impact of their horses to directly bulldoze the undead soldiers who blocked them, but before the team of Wellington in the rear could follow, the "cobwebs swamp" cast by Wembsk appeared in a white mist...

"You think that will stop me?"

The horse's legs were entwined with large white cobwebs, and they immediately tripped and fell in the middle of the square.

The soldiers rose between the sticky cobwebs, drew their swords and prepared to continue the fight, only to find that more and more enemies were approaching around them—the number of ghouls had already taken shape as the nearly 100 civilians who had died began to transform.

Titus' cavalry spear knocked several nearby ghouls away, and his gaze froze, locking onto Wembsk, and immediately striding towards him.

But the undead apothecary took a few steps towards the exit next to him, and took out a scroll among the dozen or so corpses that had died from battle, plague, and stampede...

"Summon: Flesh Golem!"

The "golems" in necromancy are far more powerful than ordinary skeletons, such as iron golems and fire golems are extremely difficult characters, but these types of golems have an "upper limit of strength" that can be determined...

However, the "flesh puppet" has no upper limit on its strength.

The more corpses that summon a "flesh golem", the stronger it becomes. And if there is a disadvantage, it is that its storage time is inversely proportional to its strength, and the stronger it is, the easier it is for the body to collapse.

The scroll was torn apart, and the chaotic battlefield was instantly filled with fog, and the corpse at Wembsk's feet was quickly disintegrated into pieces of minced flesh, and then swirled and surrounded him under the power of necromancy...

The "flesh puppet" is not a creature created out of thin air, but a product of "transformation" with the caster himself as the "puppet core", wrapped in countless flesh and blood.

In the white mist, Wembusk's figure gradually changed. Titus frowned and rushed forward, not stopping at all, the spear in his hand stabbed straight into the opponent's body, and the condensed battle qi even broke through the white mist that enveloped the opponent.

"Poof!"

In the next second, the imaginary explosion did not appear.

The spear sank deep into Wembsk's body, but instead of tearing the other party apart, it was Titus who let out a "huh", and when he looked up, he saw that the other party's arm was seven or eight times swelled and waved straight over—

"Phew!"

Titus was blown away in an instant.

Wembsk stood up suddenly, his height was now more than five meters, his body was covered in bloody minced flesh, and his whole body was as disgusting as if countless corpses were spliced and stitched together.

"Roar—"

He waved his arms, and his huge body rushed forward with the momentum of shaking the earth and mountains, and instantly slapped the soldiers in front of him away!

The sudden appearance of such a force on the battlefield was definitely a devastating blow to the defenders of Hollier, but at this time they had no room to retreat...

Because once he breaks through the defense, it means that the whole city of Houllier will become a dead city!

Wellington slashed all the ghouls and skeletons in his path with a wave of his hand, and then forcibly cast three "battle spirit clones", pointing four cavalry spears at Wembsk at the same time during the charge.

"Phew!"

At the sound of the impact, the huge flesh golem roared back three or four steps, but then he jumped up suddenly, smashed the clone with three punches in succession, and then slapped Wellington on the side...

Ghost Rider was smashed out with his men and horses.

The huge Wembsk was no longer able to stop anyone, whether it was a soldier's arrows, short spears, swords or mounted spears, it seemed that when they hit him, they didn't do much damage at all, and every time he waved his hand, he could directly knock down a large number of soldiers.

Wembsk looked into the alley not far away, and then walked towards the arrows and the charging cavalry - the flesh golem did not last long, and his purpose was not to kill all the humans, but to break through the defense line in a limited time, so that the ghouls and the plague could spread completely!

Just a few steps away, two hedrons "clicked" and landed at his feet, Wembsk didn't notice what it was, but the next moment, two mutant hedrons exploded at the same time...

The deafening sound of the fire shattered the glass of all the buildings around the square, and the huge impact blew off the roofs of two or three nearby buildings, and also collapsed a wooden dwelling.

The flames also devoured the huge figure of the flesh golem.

Not only Vinbsk, but ghouls, skeletons, shield-wielding soldiers, and cavalry were also swept to the ground, while Duke Angmar, who threw the hedrons, prostrate himself behind his shield.

When the impact was gone, he got up and shook off the dust above his head, and with a wave of his hand, he slashed his sword down.

"Poof!"

A skeleton next to him who tried to get up was cut off on the spot, and Angmar's gaze moved forward, and then he frowned violently...

"Ho-ho-"

The bellows-like breath sounded, and he found that the blown up Wembsk was still alive!

The other party gasped for breath, as if he was enduring unimaginable pain. The scorched muscles on the surface of the body gradually fell off, and then regained their scarlet color at a speed visible to the naked eye... His arms slammed into the ground, and when his ugly and hideous head was raised, his eyes were furious like never before.

At this time, Titus fell to the side unconscious, Wellington was crushed under the war horse and could not escape, and the only person in the entire battlefield who was slightly stronger was Angmar, who stood not far from Wembsk.

"These scum who should go back to hell."

Duke Angmar looked at the terrible monster in front of him and cursed in a low voice...

****

At the same moment, Sally, who was walking slowly under the pagan guard, suddenly raised her gaze, looked at the shadow flying overhead, and opened her mouth slightly.

"What's that?"

A guard in front asked.

"Pintail snipe, a particularly silly bird. Who knows why they flew here. ”

Bishop Carl glanced up, then frowned slightly, and turned to look at Sally behind him.

After the disguise, Sally stared at the front with a blank face, still in the same "puppet" posture.

Karl withdrew his gaze and said to his entourage, "Keep going, we need to speed up a little." ”

"Yes, sir."

Listening to these conversations, Sally didn't just keep her expression the same