Thundered!

A blood-colored lightning streaked across the sky.

The walls of the Valley of the Holy Helmet have long been covered with corpses, with less than 2,000 defenders defending against the attack of 50,000 strong orcs. It's simply not possible. Even if it is filled with human lives, ten lives for one life is enough to capture it. The arrows inside the walls had already been fired, and although the orcs had paid thousands of casualties, they still had an army of more than 40,000 men.

A tragic hand-to-hand fight broke out!

The powerful combat power of the protagonists of the plot begins to work, but as more and more strong orcs pour into the city walls, the injuries on their bodies gradually increase.

At this time, the role of the contractor is very obvious.

With the help of the effect of recovery props, they repelled the strong orcs who attacked the city wall again and again, although the city wall was not blown up like the original plot, but after the non-stop battle, their injuries became more and more serious. More than half of the warriors in the Valley of the Holy Helmet had already suffered casualties, and even the most elite elven guards had already lost more than four layers of casualties.

"Captain!"

"It's almost unbearable!"

One of the contractors raised his hand and sent out a bolt of lightning that turned more than a dozen strong orcs into charcoal, and then shouted, "Let Sihai launch a big move!" Otherwise, the walls will soon fall! ”

"No way!"

The leader of the contractor shook his head firmly, and said in a deep voice: "It's not time yet!" ”

"We're still holding on! There are only more than two hours left until dawn, and the ability of the four seas can only be used once, and if we use it now, we won't even be able to escape! ”

After saying that, he let out a loud shout and split a strong orc elite.

The fierce strangulation continued, and the soldiers of the Rohan Kingdom were dead and wounded, and now they were the only ones who could fight. Only the protagonists of the story, the Elven Guards, and their contractors remain. The defensive line on the city wall was already showing signs of crumbling, and a large group of strong orcs had already poured onto the city wall, and many of them were already retreating, gradually retreating into the confines of the inner wall.

Thundered!

Another flash of lightning streaked across the sky.

A light suddenly erupted in the eyes of the contractor at the head, and he shouted excitedly, "Look over there!! ”

Far away.

They saw a pillar of blood-red light appear on the right rear side of the orc formation.

"Space Substitute ?!!!"

The other contractors couldn't help but show a hint of hope on their faces, and muttered, "Did you finally hold on to him?" ”

"But there's only one person?!"

"Can we really turn the tide we have? You know, there are 50,000 strong orcs here? ”

Soon.

They couldn't help but have a trace of bumpy questions in their hearts.

However, the man at the head seemed to have put his mind at ease, and after repelling the enemy in front of him, he immediately shouted: "Four seas! Get ready to unleash your ultimate! We must defend the walls! ”

A contractor with a pale and emaciated face and a black cloak enveloped in a black cloak stepped forward.

His eyes were dim. There was no trace of spirituality, no trace of blood could be seen on his lips, and the whole person also exuded a gloomy and cold aura. From the beginning of the battle until now, he did not join the battle, but just stood quietly in the rear and waited. No matter how urgent the battle was, he stood there motionless, and it was only at this moment that he actually stood on the city wall.

"Commander?"

The contractor, whose face was as pale as snow, stood up, glanced at the man next to him, and said softly, "Can I have some accompaniment?" ”

"Yes!"

The man at the head nodded without hesitation and said, "Let's have some exciting music." ”

Bite!

The pale boy, codenamed Sihai, took out a music box. Gently pressed on it, and then a passionate and metallic music echoed across the battlefield. The passionate music was so penetrating that it filled everyone's hearts with a desire to fight in an instant. It was as if an infinite amount of power had suddenly been aroused.

“《thedawn》！？”

One of the contractors glanced at the pale boy in surprise and said, "I love this song!" ”

"No!"

The unusually pale young man slowly walked up to the city wall and whispered, "I prefer to call it - Overture to the Dead!! ”

After speaking.

He jerked off his black cloak, his pale face in the light of lightning. It takes on a sickly dead white. In his hand he held a staff made of white bone, and at the top of the staff was a skull burning with ghostly soul fire, from the pale palm of his hand holding the staff. Visible corpse spots could be seen, and a faint soul fire surrounded him.

"Undead!"

"It's the undead?!"

There was an exclamation all around, and the faces of the aborigines of the plot showed a look of surprise.

They didn't expect that the mysterious man who had been with them for so long was actually a necromancer, and if he hadn't taken off the cloak now, they wouldn't even know it!

More and more exciting music sounds!

The pale boy slowly inserted the skeletal staff into the city wall, a terrible scream echoed in the rousing music, and countless undead souls surged out from the skeletal staff, and then a little bit of dark blue soul fire appeared on the corpses on the battlefield. Countless revenants let out a terrible scream, and they roared and swept through the sky over the Valley of the Holy Helm, and then swooped down with a roar.

"The night is pervasive

on a blood-colored field

The light of the moon is not bright

Lingering death

Forgotten is forgotten

What's left is in the heart

A parched heart

…………

The sky was bright

Awakened by the tomb

Deathknell Town Wall

Only mottled pain and wounds remained

Look back and look back

A battlefield of blood and fire

The glory of the past

…………

The shell was left with only the shell of the slain

Hollow eyes: no blood, no tears, no light

Look far away

The splendor of the Undercity

Rotten splendor

…………

Water can't wash away old wounds on your finger bones

Broken armor could not hide the old faith of the warriors

Hold the gun and hold the gun

Back to the forefront

Where is the prince

Where is the hatred

…………

The trumpet sounded again in the distance

When to return to your hometown

How to return to your hometown

What about you once and now?

Whose bride is it

For whom to make clothes

…………”

With the sound of lower and lower mournful music, the shrill howl of the wraiths became more and more harsh, and the pale boy's face appeared with corpse spots at an alarming speed, his hands holding the white bone staff, his nails were bloody and peeling off, the pale flesh gradually rotted, and pieces of rotting flesh fell to the ground, and soon the hands turned into pale phalanges.

The last trace of blood stained on the phalanges burned in the dark blue flames!

A faint glow appeared in his dim pupils, and his originally handsome face was soon covered with all kinds of corpse spots, and as more and more dead souls were awakened, the corpse spots gradually peeled off his face, bloody carrion fell from his face, and an eyeball slipped from his socket, turning into a burning blue fireball in mid-air, surrounding his body.

Finally, the dark blue soul fire burned in his face!

He didn't seem to feel the slightest pain, and just stared silently ahead.

The flesh on his face turned to ashes in the blue flames, and a soul fire like substance formed in his hollow eye sockets!

The mournful music continued, but gradually transformed into a passionate and high-pitched voice, and finally turned into a majestic battle spirit, so that the soul fire around him gradually beat with the music!

"Despair beating with fire

Who's chanting in a low voice

Speak of the sorrow of the forgotten

Prove hope with battles

…………

The shell was left with only the shell of the slain

Hollow eyes: no blood, no tears, no light

…………”

The carrion dissipated in dark blue flames.

The necromancer raised the bone staff in his hand and pointed at the strong orc army in front of him, and then the wraiths that flew in the sky and howled out screamed and pounced on them. The flesh and blood of the living were devoured, the bodies of the dead were occupied, and a large number of corpses of strong orcs who had died in battle slowly stood up, their faces twisted and hideous, and their eyes with a faint blue light.

Then, they lunged at the living people around them, wielding their weapons and slashing any living creatures around them!

An atmosphere of panic is pervasive.

The strong orcs who have come back from the dead are like fierce beasts!

In an instant, the entire front line of the offensive was disrupted, and then more panic was spread.

"What's going on?!"

The young man at the head looked at his companions in surprise and muttered, "Your body? Why is this happening? ”

"Nothing."

The contractor, whose body had turned into pale bones, glanced at him, the soul fire in his eye socket jumped, and said in a hoarse and unusually harsh voice: "The power of death eats away at the body!" ”

"Now that we've reached a tipping point, we've become completely undead!"

………………

"You...... Okay? ”

The other contractor asked softly.

"It's fine."

The dark blue soul fire flickered, and a hoarse and harsh voice sounded: "It's just that I have completely lost the sense of pain, heartbeat, and blood, and I no longer need to breathe, and the perception of the outside world can only rely on the spirit, and I am still a little uncomfortable!" ”

"The world in the eyes of the soul is gray and white!"

"It's desolate......"

………………

(ps: I suddenly remembered the feeling of listening to the undead overture to fight Warcraft before, this chapter is 2900 words, and the lyrics are not included in the paid word count.) (To be continued......)