The long sword in his hand has been curled in more than a dozen places, but Prince Harold is still fighting to the death with the undead. The deformed shield slammed the carrion's head into the air, and the knight's sword slammed into two halves of the ghoul that flew at it. He didn't know how many besieging undead he had slashed, and the remains of the kings who were too dead to die were piled up into a mound of corpses at his feet, and the height of the mound was increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Your Royal Highness, let's get out of here!" the wounded Maple Leaf Knight Captain Garuno, with the other knights, is trying to fight their way through the sea of the dead so that their most respected prince can withdraw to Probets. In his opinion, the war has been lost, but His Royal Highness is the hope of the entire kingdom. As long as the prince can retreat safely, there is still hope for the kingdom.

Harold could naturally understand the hard work of his subordinates, but it was not easy to retreat safely from this vast sea of the undead. The cavalry regiment in a state of charge was not yet able to storm the core of the army of the undead, and how could they kill back into the city when they had already dismounted.

Glancing at Naxi, who was still attacking the center of the undead, Prince Harold shouted loudly: "Ladies of the Maple Leaf Knights, we will not give up at this moment! If we give up at this moment, then we will completely destroy hope." Mr. Nashi is still working hard, and we must fight until the tide of battle turns around!"

Harold pinned a carrion to the top of the mound with a stabbing force, then stomped his head to pieces.

"Swear to live and die with Propets!"

The prince's voice infected everyone present, and a solemn chant suddenly erupted in the vast undead army

"Swear to live and die with Propets!"

"Swear to live and die with His Royal Highness the Prince!"

The afterglow of the Thunder Spear's magic has long since dissipated, and the blood-stained Star Error is no longer a divine staff that can reconcile magical powers, but a murder weapon that takes people's lives nakedly.

Looking at Naxi who was slowly approaching, Mandoza was so afraid of death for the first time in his life, and the ragged mage in front of him was like a god of death.

As a necromancer, Mandoza has witnessed countless deaths over the years, and has created countless undead as a result.

It's just that those are other people's deaths, and he can handle them calmly, and even play with the endangered dead with great interest. This time, he was the one to be slaughtered, and for the first time, fear came to his heart, and his whole body trembled.

Weak, he did not give up, chanting incantations with all his might that could kill people. Although there is not much magic left in his body, as long as he can complete this spell, he can still bury the murderer of his beloved here.

Unfortunately, this short moment was enough for Naxi to completely crush Mandosa's faint hopes.

The ghouls, carrion, and even the more ferocious undead that swooped around didn't make Naxi hesitate.

After a flash of light, the star slashed open the throat of the evil necromancer.

His withered hands threw away his bone staff, and Mandoza clutched his neck tightly, unable to utter any more vicious spells. Unable to stop the blood pouring out like a fountain, the necromancer could no longer control his throat. Unwillingly, he glared at Naxi viciously, his eyes full of resentment and curse.

Obviously, with a little more effort, he and his disciples can capture the whole of Probetz and make this place their own territory. All of this was ruined by Naxi, a mage full of uncertainties, and if Mandosa had could, he wished he could nail his soul to a carrion corpse and subjected him to torture a thousand times a day.

This resentment and curse could only be his last thought in this world, and after shaking a few steps, Mandoza fell to the ground and lost his breath.

At the moment when Mandoza fell to the ground and died, several wisps of black gas suddenly burst out of his withered body. After a few circles, the black cyclone slowly converged into a black skull, and the skull suddenly trembled and let out a deafening roar.

Naxi looked indifferently at the vision in front of him, unmoved, and even used the little magic power left to explode a ghoul that flew directly into the sky with a flying minced meat.

From the magic notes he had recently studied, he knew very well what the black skull was. That is the key used by high-level necromancers to control the army of the undead, and it is the final confinement that binds all the dead. It is a mark that is deeply bound to the soul of the necromancer, and if the necromancer dies, other necromancers can take it for themselves through secret arts, thus inheriting the legacy of the deceased.

If no necromancer takes this soul mark for himself in a short period of time, then the mark will completely disappear due to the loss of soul nourishment. Soul sigils instinctively scream on the eve of their demise, trying to call out other necromancers to receive it.

Naturally, Naxi would not let it get what it wanted, he had to wait for the soul mark to completely disappear, and never let the huge army of undead completely lose control.

The skull's screams slowly waned, and finally only unwilling tremors remained. After trembling a few times, the skull turned back into an ethereal black gas, and then dissipated little by little in front of Naxi's eyes.

At the moment when the black qi turned into nothingness, the mark of the undead no longer controlled countless undead. The undead centered on Naxi suddenly collapsed to the ground, and spread rapidly like a domino effect.

Faster than a churning wave, more like the swift sunlight that pierced through the thick clouds and returned to the earth, the uncontrolled undead fell to the ground, from the very center of the battlefield to the foot of the ruins of the fierce battle.

Many people were worried that the undead's unavoidable mottled swords were about to take their lives one second, but the next second they saw that they had scattered into dry bones on the ground.

The surprise of escaping death made some of the mercenaries cry with joy and knelt down to pray to the heavens, thanking the god of adventure for their mercy. Those who had just joined the Patriotic Army from the reserve felt a little sudden, and they were still a little lost in their hearts. The makeshift magicians were no longer able to stand up, and the personnel in charge of logistics began to carry them down one by one to rest.

Seeing the endless corpses covering the plains outside the city, Kakulos finally breathed a sigh of relief. To be able to successfully decapitate at this most critical juncture, that battle mage is indeed a bit remarkable.

Ye Falan's magicians are not all exquisite self-interesters, but also brave people who can fight for the overall situation.

High up in the mound of corpses, a panting Prince Harold looked around. Just now, he thought that he was going to die with everyone in this countless army of the undead.

"Your Royal Highness, drink saliva!"

A Maple Leaf Knight, who was closest to Prince Harold, handed a water bladder to their esteemed prince. Only then did Prince Harold notice that his water bladder had been cut open by the undead at some point, and the water inside had already run out.

Prince Harold pressed the knight's right hand and thanked him for his kindness.

He had just recovered his strength, standing up and shouting to the captain of the knight order not far away: "Garuno, you take someone to help the wounded quickly"

Then he turned to the knights closest to him, and said, "Come with me to find Mr. Nash, who is our number one hero in this war. ”

Harold, who walked quickly down the corpse mound, couldn't hold back his excitement at the moment. He can't wait to find you Naxi right away and express his heartfelt thanks to him.