Naxi's war horse had already been devoured by the undead, and he was not far from Mandosa's undead master and apprentice.

The closer you get to the command center of the undead army, the stronger the undead will be in Naxi's way. Freaked ghouls, skeletal soldiers wielding twin knives, and larger, foul-smelling carrion corpses are deadly threats.

As a result, every step Naxi took became more difficult, and the slightest mistake would become entangled in the undead and become their food.

He didn't want to fall here, and now the hopes of the whole Probetz were weighed on him.

The battle between the Maple Leaf Knight and the undead continued, and even if Naxi didn't look back, he could feel the noble lives dying away one by one from the fading cries of the knights.

The effects of the Thunder Spear's attachment are slowly fading, and there is not much time left.

Looking at Naxi, who still did not give up under the frantic siege of the undead, Milson also became nervous, he couldn't understand why this mage who had run out of magic infrastructure was still so tenacious.

"Give up, war mage!" Milson tried to use words to break the will to fight as he manipulated the undead to continue the siege, "Essentially, we are all magicians, you don't need to work so hard for those pedantic knights. If you can give up, we won't be good friends!"

"Let me live?" Naxi smashed the head of a skeleton with his backhand, "Will I be a walking dead like these undead, or will I be a despicable mage who tramples on life and dignity like you?"

"My answer is, never!" cried out an enraged Naxi, "even if I burned my soul here, I would not be in the same league as you vile and filthy bastards." Because you don't know what respect for life is, and you never think about how many human tragedies natural disasters can cause. Probetz is the high wall you can't cross, and this is the final grave of your master and apprentice!"

These words made Milson, who had just admired Milson a little, a little angry. He slowly raised his hand to gather the bone fragments scattered around him, and the strange black qi condensed them into sharp bone spears.

Manipulating the three condensed shapes, Milson aimed at a gap and urged the bone spear to shoot directly at Naxi.

The Void-Breaking Bone Spear was faster than the previous Bone Spear, and the angle of the shot was very tricky, just in the invisible gap of Naxi.

The bone spear pierced directly through the body of the carrion, and by the time Naxi had already discovered it, the necromancer's attack was already in sight.

Unable to dodge, Naxi's right shoulder was really hit, and the bone spear with the stench of rotting corpses was directly inserted into his body. Unable to stand the powerful impact, Naxi's figure slumped into the pile of corpses around him.

At the moment when Naxi fell to the ground, the surrounding targets suddenly pounced.

Watching countless undead drowning Naxi, Milson finally breathed a sigh of relief. The looming crisis is resolved, and without this persistent mage entanglement, as long as those Maple Leaf Knights who are encircled are resolved, then the fall of Probetz will be a matter of time.

However, what made Milson a little concerned was that the sharp bone spear just now did not directly pierce Naxi's body. You must know that even if they are war mages, their physical bodies will never be strong enough to block such a powerful attack. Milson really wanted to keep his body alive and transform him into a puppet mage who would be able to outperform the dull knights.

Seeing the swarming undead still gnawing, Milson knew that his wish had been frustrated. It won't be long before these hungry undead gnaw Naxi into a pile of bones.

Panting and panting, Mendoza will see all this from beginning to end, and his cloudy and dim eyes finally show a hint of joy.

"Well done, Milson!" The Soul Booster used up what little strength he had left, and Mandoza couldn't say anything more to praise his apprentice.

The master and apprentice looked at each other and smiled, and then looked at the battlefield that was still fiercely fighting, and the victory was already in their hands.

The situation on the battlefield is no longer optimistic. Under the influence of Soul Revitalization, the siege of Probetz by the undead reached a new climax. The already exhausted mercenaries and patriots were somewhat overwhelmed by the onslaught of the undead, and the broken breaches of the city wall were even broken by the undead for a time.

As the commander-in-chief of the defense, Kakulos was a little overwhelmed. Faced with the collapse of the defensive line, he had to fight on the front line with his twin swords. The undead skeletons that approached him were brought down by him like a scarecrow, but no matter how heroic he was, he couldn't change the precarious situation of the battle.

The Maple Leaf Knights' assault has been blocked by the undead, and the only hope on the battlefield is now surrounded by the undead. As far as the eye could see, Kakulos saw knights being pulled off their horses by the undead and then engulfed by evil.

It's a suffocating despair.

Now Kakulos is in a dilemma, either abandon the Maple Leaf Knights on a decapitation mission and retreat with all the fresh forces himself, or gamble everything and let the reserves that have been on standby join the battle and fight another charge.

Either choice is a disaster. The former will make the Maple Leaf Knights completely engulfed by the undead, and even those who are still retreating desperately will be threatened by the undead. There was little hope of gambling everything, and Kakulos was not sure that he would be able to tear a hole in this vast army of the undead and destroy the enemy's command center.

As a mercenary mercenary, Kakulos didn't choose the former.

"Reserve attack!"

Watching the already on-call and eventful reserves fill in the gaps in the front, Kakulos was filled with apprehension.

Now everything is pinned on miracles.

The bone spear is not only as simple as physical damage, but the black qi wrapped around it directly erodes the meaning of Naxi. In the chaos of consciousness, Naxi felt that his soul was moving away from his body. Memories of the past float through my eyes like slides, and then dissolve into nothingness.

"Am I dying like this!" Naxi felt a little reluctant in the depths of his soul.

The soul was dissipating, and Naxi could even hear the scruffy voices of the skeletons and carrion.

Obviously, as long as he took a dozen more steps, he would be able to kill those two abominable necromancers. But it was this short dozen steps that became his biggest regret.

Everything is gone, everything is slowly falling silent, but none of this is what Naxi wants.

"No, I can't just go down like that!"

The mage's codex hanging from his waist shone brightly as if he had heard the last struggle.

The dazzling light dispelled the boundless chaos, and an old voice awakened Naxi's soul that was about to dissipate.

"That's right, don't give up! your soul shouldn't be extinguished like this!"

Naxi woke up to find countless undead overwhelmed him, and ghouls even began to bite his body.

Naxi, who had a twist of thought, used the skill that he was not very proficient in.

"Demon Refining!"

After a flash of light, a sudden huge explosion shattered all the undead carrion. The huge explosion even affected Milson and Mandosa, who were nearly knocked to the ground by the wave of air.

"That mage blew himself up?" Mandoza said with a hint of regret.

But Milson saw something unusual, and he saw a ragged Naxi in the rain of bones, like a messenger returning from hell.

Milson was amazed that someone had been hit by his own spear and was still able to stand up for Ali as if nothing had happened.

Before he could urge the remaining bone spear to shoot at Naxi, the oncoming Star Mistake had already pierced his chest directly. "How...... How could that be!" Milson didn't believe that a mage would use his staff as a projectile weapon.

When Milson fell to the ground, Naxi, who was still under the influence of the Thunder Spear, had already rushed to his side. As the star staggered slowly pulled out, the necromancer's black blood poured out like a fountain.

Mandosa, who had no strength left, could only watch his disciple die in front of his eyes. He cried out bitterly, "No, Milson!"

This deep call to the beloved disciple did not change anything, in exchange for only Naxi's cold voice.

"I didn't expect your master-apprentice friendship to be quite deep. ”

"Then go to hell to accompany him!"

PS: Well, it's a new year.