Another six hundred skeleton soldiers armed with long knives and round shields were assigned to 'Willers', and with the ones he still controlled on the battlefield at this time, this number once again exceeded the limit of Willers' soul fire - a thousand.

It seemed that the number of corpses in the rear was quite sufficient, and Willers gave some of the skeleton soldiers on the battlefield an order to "charge forward", and then let these guys play as they pleased, no longer caring about their lives or deaths.

Oh, sorry, they were meant to be dead.

The soul fire in the skulls of these new skeleton soldiers was unsurprisingly weak and mixed. After being forcibly awakened by the 'Soul Evoker', they are completely unconscious, and only retain some of the most basic instincts. They were sapient creatures in their lifetime, but now they are less intelligent than the dancing bears in the circus.

Of course, once Willers takes it over, things will be very different.

Willers used his mental power to sweep through the six hundred skeleton soldiers, and easily took control of them. This is different from forcibly suppressing and manipulating those ordinary undead, when the 'soul caller' awakens these skeletons, he will leave a special mark in advance, and Willes only needs to activate these marks to make the skeleton soldier familiar with the fluctuations of his soul fire, and he can easily control them.

Among the skeletal warriors, there was a guy whose soul fire was a little special, and there seemed to be a vague trace of consciousness left, but Willers didn't care about it. What if they could actually awaken? There is no shortage of conscious undead creatures in the Eternal Body.

He divided the newly controlled skeleton soldiers into ten teams, and sent five of them into the battlefield, while the others remained with him as reserves, and the skeleton that still had a trace of consciousness was also left behind by him.

The rest of the matter depends on your own fate, he glanced at the skeleton casually.

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Although the frontal battlefield is very long, the number of undead fighting in it is even greater. At this time, the entire battlefield was already a little crowded because of the continuous addition of new forces on both sides. In a few places where the fighting was particularly intense, the fallen corpses had even piled up, and spellcasters on both sides were repeatedly vying for control of the dead corpses.

A mountain of corpses that had been taken from control was driven by a powerful magical force, and the entire mountain of corpses began to slowly tremble and squirm, as if some kind of huge monster was about to wake up from the eternal slumber. But then, another powerful magical blast hit the mountain of corpses, causing the monster to wake up to fall silent again.

Magic of all colors flies back and forth, looking for different unlucky ones. Not long ago, a green orb containing corrosive energy swooped down on Willes. However, when the orb was about to crash down, it was directly hit by a dark ray, and it instantly disintegrated.

The corrosive acid swayed through the air, and Willers ordered the skeleton soldiers around him to protect themselves layer by layer, so as to avoid the fate of returning to the 'Skull of Death'.

Willers didn't really like to go back, he knew that a cannon fodder manipulator like himself would have to wait for God to wait before it was his turn to be resurrected if there wasn't a big battle.

In fact, Willers couldn't tell which of those flying magic belonged to his own side and which belonged to the other side. For a small chess piece like him, he only needs to control the smaller chess pieces, and he doesn't need to worry about superfluous things.

The battle line ahead had advanced a long way forward with the addition of the Death Knights and the Abomination Legion, and Willers saw two frost dragons flying across the battlefield towards the rear of the Dark Castle, and he didn't know what they were doing......

After a brief observation of the battlefield, Willers controlled his skeleton soldiers and marched silently, fighting with a group of corpses that rushed out of the dark castle.

He took advantage of the numerical advantage of the skeleton soldiers to divide the corpse demons, surround them into smaller battle groups, and then slowly destroy them.

Undead creatures with almost infinite time have patience, and Willers actually prefers the battle in front of him to the kind of battle in front of him rather than returning to the 'eternal body' to do nothing, at least to remind him of some of the past and the meaning of his existence after reincarnation.

The commander of our "squad" of skeletons, Willers, was a well-known garrison captain in his hometown and had more than 100 well-trained lads under him, so he knew a lot of tactics to use.

To tell the truth, the garrison of more than 100 people is really not small, and if it were now, a medium-sized village and town might not even have 30 garrison personnel. There are only more than ten small town militia owned by a certain baron, and the combat effectiveness of these more than ten people is not as effective as two big dogs.

However, Wellers was born in a chaotic 'Dark Ages', a time when most of humanity could not be said to be soldiers, but it was not much the same.

Those more than 100 people were the limit of the strength that the entire town could muster, but they still couldn't stop the fate of the town's destruction.

If there had been so much combat power to drive at that time, the beautiful town that I wanted to come to my hometown would not have been attacked by the ogres and gnolls in the forest. Every time Willers took over these unconscious skeleton pawns, he couldn't help but think so.

In addition to being the captain of the garrison, Willers was also a magic apprentice with no hope of promotion, which was the key to his mental power to control a thousand skeleton soldiers.

Of course, at that time, magic apprentices were not honorable at all, not only the previously oppressed alien and otherworldly creatures would fight back and constantly hunt down mages, but even many people in the human race did not like the rule of mages, and then became hostile to all spellcasters, even a beginner magic apprentice.

Therefore, after being able to perceive the magic power before his death, Wellers only learned a rudimentary meditation technique and a few simple zero ring spells according to a certain book, hiding from his parents, and later his wife and daughter.

It's a pity that although these studies have allowed Willers's mental strength to be greatly exercised and increased, he has not improved much in terms of combat effectiveness, and he has to rely on the iron sword he used to do at that time and some combat skills that he has trained to kill goblins.

It's okay to kill goblins and human bandits, but it can't compete with sturdy ogres, let alone resist the attacks of monsters like a tide.

Willers remembers that the town's gates had been broken by several ogres with thick tree trunks, and that he and a few brave young men had blocked them with their bodies.

He fought to kill several gnolls who pounced on him, but was smashed into the sternum by an ogre with a missing ear.

Blood flew everywhere, bones shattered, and Willers' whole body was smashed and flew out.

In the air, he saw countless monsters pouring in from the town's gates, and the low walls were crawling with goblins, howling and crying.

He fell to the ground so hard that he couldn't get up no matter how hard he tried. Unable to hold the sword, he could only spit blood and use the only attack magic he could use - the zero ring spell 'Frozen Ray'.

The thin ice blue ray, with all of Willes' unwillingness, hit the leg of the ogre who was missing an ear. The lethality of that spell was extremely limited, and it only slowed down the ogre's movements, but the other party suddenly kept retreating with fear on his face, and the other monsters also stopped attacking at the same time.

There was a moment of silence.

Unfortunately, this situation only lasted for a short time. When the monsters had recovered from their fright, Willes saw the ogre roar in anger and stride towards him with the hideous mace.

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