The numerous scattered black mist was weathered by the countless scattered bones on the ground, converging into three black curtains like a raging wind.

At this time, even if you can't see what's going on inside, you can feel it just by the change in aura. Because from the city guards to Philip, they all seemed to feel a cold wind blowing around them, and their bodies subconsciously trembled from the cold, coupled with the worry of the unknown situation in their hearts, it seemed that the heat on their bodies was being quickly withdrawn.

Among them, there are people with low martial arts who even feel that their limbs have begun to freeze, which is really abnormal in this late summer season.

Trying to restrain the desire to tremble, Philip shouted to everyone to remind:

"These black mist are strange, immediately run the fighting qi in the body to resist the cold, and those who do not have the fighting qi stay away from this area, quickly!" After speaking, he took the lead and pressed the bow in his hand horizontally, and put on the posture he was most familiar with. One of the conditions is to perform the life sacrifice ritual with the life energy of non-dead and dark creatures, and the second is to replace it with a sufficient number of undead summons. The spell effect achieved by using the former is much better than the latter, but the restriction must be that the creature that has died fresh so that it does not lose too much life energy, so Birogri chose the tactic of always making a single summon, which was actually designed to go to the high-level summon a long time ago.

It's just that any life sacrifice, even if it is a sacrifice of undead creatures, will automatically attract and devour the life energy contained in all the surrounding life forms when casting the spell, and if it is replaced by the elderly and children who have too little vitality or are weak and easy to lose, just entering the range of the spell will be in danger of life.

The operation of the fighting spirit has the effect of strengthening the vitality of the body, and the crooked fight can resist the impact of the spell on itself, which can be regarded as the right medicine, on the other hand, it also proves that the power of the spell cast by Birogri is indeed good.

The tense wait didn't last long, and when the black fog gradually cleared and revealed the form of the summon, the sight before everyone's armament was calm.

The tall knight straddled the skeleton warhorse, all dressed in black and black armor, holding a black spear, the black cloak was windless and automatic, and the tip of the spear blade and the spur on the armor of the war horse in the hunting and shaking interval shone with a cold brilliance, showing a solemn and heavy bearing;

The black robe was inlaid with gold threads and simple and ornate ornaments, and under the loose and luxurious robes was only the head and hands of the skeleton, and the staff inlaid with emerald stones was emitting a faint halo, as if waiting for the master to cast a spell immediately;

Huge dragon-shaped skeletons with wings as wide as a small square and as tall as towers, fluttering in place with only rotting fascia and skeleton still dusty.

None of them are good looking at their appearance, and what is even more terrifying is the three pairs of eyes replaced by blue cold ghost fire, and the lifeless face looks so evil and cold, you don't need to try to know that if you offend a little, you will be annihilated to the scum.

"The one with the bow and arrow, for the sake of you being the only one who can make the attack touch me, gives you a chance to surrender to me...... Treasure it, or it will make no difference when I resurrect your corpse as an envoy!" there was a hint of ridicule and teasing in Birogri's hoarse voice.

"No, forgive me for having a hard time trusting a man who is in the company of the ugly undead, and besides, why bother to take so much trouble if you want my corpse!" Philip spat on the ground, and his unobtrusive attitude seemed to anger Birogri.

"Okay, then let's nourish my minions with your blood first!" As soon as the words fell, the skeleton mage among the three minions had already raised his hand and released the spell.

The slender bone spurs created by the 'Spear of Death' spell stabbed at Philip at a speed no less than the cloud-piercing arrow, but the archer did not dodge it accordingly, because Janar, who was wielding the heavy sword, was already in front of him.

The big sword slammed into the middle of the bone spur, but it didn't knock the bone spur away as expected, and Janar, who sensed that something was wrong, quickly gritted his teeth and exerted his strength, only to make the murder weapon deviate from the target in the tooth-sore friction sound.

It's just that the bone spurs that sank into the ground from Philip's side flew by him less than half an arm's length, and the scene really couldn't be said to be very calm.

"It's so strong!" both of them secretly screamed in their hearts, who would have thought that the master's spell could suppress the heavy swordsman in pure strength, and this mage was just a product summoned by the other party.

However, even if they came to the conclusion that they could not be matched, the four Philip did not hesitate or timid, and still launched the attack with a very tacit cooperation, just like the performance when they had just easily annihilated a large number of skeleton soldiers, but this time the result was completely different.

The small number of weapons was followed by the sound of falling and snorting in pain, and the bone dragon spread its wings and stared into the air without making any movements, and at this time, the black knight and necromancer alone had already knocked the four martial arts palace guard trainees to the ground.

The knight and mage who had knocked down the enemy did not take the opportunity to add a critical blow, but stopped their movements and seemed to wait for their opponents to rejoin the battle, and the four did not disappoint, quickly got up and adjusted their breathing slightly before ravaging again.

Of course, the results of the battle will not change because of this, the gap in strength is not something that can be made up and surpassed by the will alone, as he knocks down again and again, gets up again and again, the wounds on his body become more, the wheezing in his mouth becomes heavier, and the time spent becomes longer again and again, the only thing that remains unchanged is the eyes of the four people, the pain is still firm, and the fatigue does not lose its brilliance.

The city guards who were watching from the sidelines did not make a move, because all of them knew that they and others could not play any role in this level of battle, and rashly making a move would only add to the chaos, so even if they were anxious in their hearts, they could only watch dryly.

Duke swelled the blood vessels in his skin with all his might, and his tight teeth were bleeding slightly. He had never resented himself so much, for his narrow-mindedness, for his powerlessness!

Is this what the 'bad seeds' and 'old soldiers' that I have always looked down on are like when they fight?

Knowing that you can't do anything but never give up, knowing that you are invincible but still fighting bravely, this is not what is reckless and reckless, this is the heart of a true warrior and the soul of a soldier, even if you are crushed, you will never allow the enemy to trample on your dignity and honor.

"O lowly believer, God, give our mighty men strength to overcome their evil enemies......!

Such a person is worthy of respect, such a person is worthy of the favor of the heavens, but the current result is not like this! If the gods can really manifest their spirits, it is to make him Duke willing to be punished for his previous words and deeds, but now he has no other way but to pray in his heart.

"It's game over! I still can't stand the toss, I'm looking forward to it in vain! Suffer death in peace, although there is no next chance, but you should understand a truth, useless resistance will not play any role. "The ghostly sound sounded like it came from hell.

"Not necessarily!" a new voice came, and it sounded like the gospel of heaven.

"Sure enough, it appeared!"

Turning back to find the source of the sound, and seeing the two figures standing on the city wall, the tears in Duke's eyes couldn't help but roll down anymore!

(End of chapter)