The battlefield situation has entered the final stage of hand-to-hand combat, the trebuchets on both sides have long stopped roaring, not only on the middle line, but also on both wings of the two armies are completely entangled, if a boulder that can shatter the city wall smashes into the crowd, it will cause terror to the enemy and take the lives of the same number of its own soldiers, so it is meaningless.

When the ghost beast rushed into the battlefield, Gnison also left the platform, and the three hundred bed crossbows captured from Christine were at their most powerful, and those two meters thick as an arm under his command always accurately avoided his own army and fired into the enemy line, and each crossbow shot was inevitably accompanied by the demise of several Erathians.

However, this alone is not enough to restore the decline of the barbarians.

Although they had a slight advantage in numbers, the huge difference in rank strength made the fourteen ultimate hydras slaughtered in less than half an hour under the leadership of ten holy archangels, and when the threat of the right wing was lifted, the holy archangels immediately returned to the battlefield in the middle line, and the extreme speed of the golden wings allowed them to shuttle through the entire battlefield at will without delaying any fighters.

And when the Holy Archangels finally confronted the ghostly beasts of the barbarians, this time the numerical advantage was on a different side.

Although the Holy Archangel has the perfect form of humanoids, they do not have human wisdom and emotion, in the final analysis, this is still a creature, mixed with the combat skills and fighting spirit given by Adis, mechanically and ruthlessly sweeping away all cultists who violate the teachings of the God of War, although the ghost beast is also a gift from the barbarian ancestors to the descendants, but the difference in strength is doomed at the source.

Not to mention the fact that there were only twenty-two ghostly beasts, while the Holy Archangels had twenty-five, and the barbarian battle mages could hardly provide spell support that covered the entire battlefield, while the Erathians fought more and more in the light of prayer.

The imaginary advantages of night combat are completely invisible, and although the clock has been turned to the heaviest hour of darkness in the day, the superposition of several rays of light in the sky at this time will not affect the vision of the Terrans, although it is not as bright as day.

Even when Wilskai commanded the phalanx of archers to shoot and shoot accurately at the enemy line again and again, he was ashamed of standing on Sosa's side to question His Majesty's decision, and even the most ordinary halberd soldiers became more excited and brave because they felt the dawn of victory, how could she, as a general, not feel the changes in the battlefield?

The advance of the battle was undoubtedly a shot in the arm to all the Elasia generals, and the continuous trumpets urging the charge and the increasingly scattered resistance of the enemy boded the result that the great victory prophesied by His Majesty would come tonight.

The thought that the glory that would fall on his shoulders as heavy as a mountain and as bright as a holy light, Wilskay even commanded the march in a much higher tone.

However, everything on the battlefield fell into the eyes of the barbarian leader Tanan, but not even the slightest fluctuation of the vicissitudes of life on his forehead.

He watched indifferently as the ghost beasts slowly showed fatigue under the siege of the Holy Archangels who were superior to his own in number, and he also indifferently watched his own army formation being cut through by the Erathians and forced towards his Chinese camp step by step without any reaction, that is, he did not intend to make a move, nor did he intend to command the army to support the change of formation to regain the disadvantage, and there was not even a trace of emotion in those eyes, as if those who were struggling and wailing in blood and fire were not his compatriots.

It wasn't until he was empty and cold behind him, half of it was hidden in the thick darkness, and the six-pointed star circle was shrouded in a dazzling green light, and a heavy cold snort was squeezed out from between his throat and nose.

"I thought you weren't coming. When Leng Leng said this, Tanan didn't reply.

"I was a little bit of a little trouble, but I didn't miss the best part, did I?"

A figure covered in pitch-black robes and even floating on the surface of his body walked out of the circle, and his voice was somewhat similar to the painful swallowing sound of a badger being stuck in the snake's head when it devoured a poisonous snake, not harsh, but it would make the listener can't help but feel a creep.

Tanan, however, only frowned slightly.

He didn't like this person, or this lich, every time he saw the other party's stronger death, he would have an urge to hide his nose and leave, and after a few months, the other party's voice had changed, and as for the face that was completely hidden under the black cloak, Tanan didn't want to think about it.

However, he didn't want to admit it, but he had to admit that this necromancer was indeed a very good ally, and it was because of this that Tanan forcibly resisted the disgust in his heart and allowed the other party to stand by his side.

"Let's get started, I've done everything I had to do, and now my people are being slaughtered. ”

Tanan didn't seem to want to say much, and directly coldly signaled to the other party to start directly.

"All?" ...... the shadow chuckled in an almost imperceptible voice, but apparently he wasn't going to dwell on the issue, and the next moment a burst of black light flowed through his upper body, and then a breastplate with a hideous demon head appeared on his body.

Cursed Armor!

I didn't see him chanting the incantation, but he just waved the withered arm forward, and a dim gray magical light suddenly lit up on the five fingers where the sparkling white bones were clearly visible, and after that, the entire battlefield suddenly changed drastically.

A large heavy swamp flashed under the feet of all the Erathians, including the Holy Archangel who soared in the air, and then a terrifying skeletal scepter suddenly appeared above the battlefield, and the red light sprinkled accurately avoided all the barbarians who were entangled with the enemy army and fell on the Erathians.

Then a dark green ring of water with a little black light enveloped all the Erathia warriors, blending into their bodies and taking away all the power of prayer blessings, and the last huge black eagle soul suddenly wailed and collapsed over Erathia's military formation, and the entire sky darkened a little in an instant, and the Erathians who had been driven by high morale to fight bravely felt an indescribable despair at the same time.

Sluggishness, curse possession, weakness, and grief had thrown the Erathian army into chaos in an instant, but the spellcaster had not been overconsumed by the four terrifying spells that had enveloped the entire battlefield, and even his indifferent appearance at this time looked like there was no consumption at all.

And that's exactly what happened.

The most terrifying thing about the cursed armor is not that it can provide the wearer with attack defense and knowledge amplification, but that it can cast the above four cursed spells on the enemy formation in battle, no matter how big the battlefield is, the number of enemies, and whether the enemy is on the ground, in the air or in the water, the cursed power will envelop all enemies like a shadow.

The most common Dafa of Slowness can cost a warrior almost half of his agility, and there is no need to go into detail about the usefulness of agility in warfare, let alone the other three spells that reduce lethality, attack power, and morale.

The most terrifying thing is that the spells cast by the cursed armor are all added by high-level elemental magic, which means that the effect will be multiplied, and the power of a cursed armor is almost equal to that of dozens of red-robed archmages cast together, and the loss of combat power brought by it is more than a geometric multiple?

As a result, the situation on the battlefield immediately reversed after the dark shadow cast the spell, and the barbarians regained the upper hand, while the Erathian counterattack gradually became weak and confused.

"I also brought you a little gift, I'm sure you'll love it. ”

There was no sense of joy or sorrow at the effect of the cursed armor and the barbarians' regrouping counterattack, and when he turned to Tanan, he didn't care as if it were a hundred thousand puppets fighting on the battlefield behind him in the name of glory and ancestors, and even when he spoke of that small gift, the light in his eyes was more focused than when he looked at the battlefield.

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