"Whoever comes, report it quickly. ”

When Wesley saw that the four trainee guards were just preparing to fight but were silent, he knew that the other party was posturing and preparing to take himself as the leader. So he opened his mouth to speak, and at the same time sighed in his heart that he was from the palace, although he was young, he knew how to measure himself.

Although the four of them are definitely the best among the people present in terms of force value, they are definitely not proud of their service skills. Guy is not a local subordinate and is not a senior general of the army, and it will cause a lot of unnecessary trouble, so it is very rare to leave the initiative completely to Wesley, and only do what he should do and what he should play.

It's just that Wesley's words don't seem to have any effect at all, and one man and one horse are still walking leisurely.

At this time, the archers among the four guards, who had been eye-catching before, suddenly raised their bows and took aim, and the bowstring that was instantly stretched to the limit indicated that this was definitely not a bluff warning, and the saying 'there is no turning back when the bow is opened' is absolutely true.

"Stop immediately, or don't blame me for waiting!" Wesley issued an ultimatum, of course, this was not to cooperate with the archer's movements, on the surface it seemed that this was an act of preparing to attack without waiting for the order to be given, but with Wesley's knowledge, of course, he would not think that this was an affront to his authority, on the contrary, he thought that the other party had a very precise and decisive grasp of the timing.

Judging from the strangely shaped staff in the opponent's hand, it can be judged that the opponent is a mage for the time being, so as the most threatening combat class, it is extremely reasonable and wise to choose the safest solution even if it has not been finalized. Moreover, although the opponent's movement speed is slow, it is about to approach within a distance of 100 paces.

And on this continent, no matter what kind of mage it is, its maximum casting attack distance is on average within a range of about 100 steps, so as the only archer in the lineup who can resist the spell strike in the attack distance, he must take the lead in time, so then the archer didn't use Wesley's order when he found that the other party was still approaching, and directly let go of the hand that controlled the string, and in order to be safe, he directly grabbed another arrow from behind his back with the strength of the wrist back, and directly opened the bow and chased it.

The two arrows flew quickly in the air, but somehow the latter came first to catch up with the first arrow that had been shot early, and almost in no particular order, they came to the front of the black-robed mage at the same time.

If it weren't for the tension of the scene, this hand would almost make the people around him praise, although if you think about this phenomenon a little, as long as the power of the second arrow is greater than the first arrow, it needs to be extremely strict for the control of the force, the accuracy of the direction and the speed of the action, and to be able to play accurately in such a scene, you must also have a very strong psychological quality.

For the two arrows flying in front of him, the person who came didn't seem to care, slightly moved the staff in his hand to block in front of him, like a dead branch-like body and the arrow collided with the effect of gold and iron, and a few beams of sparks splashed between the sound of an animal wail, very weird.

In the light of light, the second arrow was also concocted in the same way, but it seemed that he didn't have time to move the staff into place, and the second arrow was blocked rather than rubbed, rubbing the other party's cheek and disappearing into the distance, and the hood that was originally covering the head was also taken off, allowing the other party to reveal his true face.

I saw that his thin face was covered with a sickly gray, and even his lips were almost bloodless, and the most impressive thing was the pair of hazy eyes, which were much smaller than ordinary people's eyes, and looked very strange against the bloodshot blank of the eyes.

The strange mage, who made people feel a little uncomfortable in their hearts, grabbed the horses moving forward, and finally stopped moving forward. Everyone defending the city on Wesley's side breathed a sigh of relief when they saw this, as if the two arrows did not cause too much trouble to the other party, but in terms of the purpose of blocking them, they still worked.

Looking at the black mist that had just risen from the place where the staff had just hit, and then feeling the burning pain coming from his face, the black-robed mage laughed out loud for no reason.

"Hey, hey, hey, I didn't expect it to be the blessing of the holy attribute, it's a bit interesting!No wonder my cute little bugs couldn't take down the city gate!"

Although there was already some speculation in his mind, this time it was confirmed that Wesley was still shocked in his heart, an enemy related to necromancy was not an existence that people could easily face.

"So you were the one who made the corpse to attack the city gate before!Who are you, and what is your purpose!" As he asked, while clenching the blade in his hand, Wesley understood that the fierce battle in front of him must not be running, and secretly weighed in his heart whether to give everyone a signal to strike first.

"I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you little worms, but I'll tell you if your corpses are still useful after I slaughter the city!" The words were terrifying, but they made everyone pay more attention to what was next.

"I am the great necromancer Bilogri, don't bother to think about it, you will never have heard of me before! But it doesn't matter, remember this name now, when your body after death regains the spirit of the dead, you will witness a series of great changes with me, and I will be the spokesman of the god of death in the world, reigning on the top of the dead. Doesn't that sound exciting!hahahaha!"

The laughter seemed to anger Duke behind Wesley, and his temper was already hot, and he didn't care about obeying his duty at the moment, so he stepped forward and opened his mouth to scold:

"Enough, you ugly madman, so careless of your life, you deserve to die more than those vile invaders. I don't know if I can become a lackey of the Grim Reaper, but if I dare to go wild on the land of the empire, I will have the consciousness of repaying with my life, and I don't want to leave alive today anyway, and go to hell with you and your evil thoughts!"

As he spoke, he rushed forward first, and slapped his head in the face of his reckless subordinate Wesley, but he could only give orders and start attacking, and immediately led people to follow.

When he was running to the middle, Duke suddenly felt someone grab him from the collar and pull him back, and he stopped rushing forward so that he could not be put down, but before he could scold the words and rush to his mouth, he suddenly saw a strong wall of bones breaking through the ground at the foot of the ground in front of him, blocking them and the necromancer in front of him.

Looking at the broken bone stubble in the middle of the bone pile, thinking that if it was not caught by someone just now, it would be the lightest result of the head breaking and bleeding, and before looking back to see who saved him, he felt a black shadow flash in the corner of his eye, and the one holding the long sword in the guard flew over like a tiger descending from a mountain, and the long sword held high brought a sharp edge visible to the naked eye when it slashed, although the fourth-order spell 'bone wall' was both offensive and defensive, but it was only divided into two.

"The fifth-order combat skill 'Splitting the Sky Break', this skill must be at least at the level of the deputy commander of the thousand-man team in the city defense army, do you want everyone to be so fierce!"

Duke had just said something in his heart, and then he was startled by the scene that was revealed behind the broken bone wall.

The open space dozens of paces ahead of the original lone figure of the necromancer was already crowded with skeletons wearing armor and holding sharp blades, and it seemed that both the number and force were far superior to the group of refugees who had just mutated at the city gate.

The hoarse voice rang in my ears again.

"Foolish ants, since you don't like to be slaughtered quietly, come and amuse me!

(End of chapter)