The armor worn by the red-haired knight Evan was more delicate and gorgeous than any knight Relos had seen before, and the strong defense had opened Relos's eyes this time. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The carrion zombie's attack on Evan was almost undodging, and after the dull sound of the armor, not even the slightest trace was left. What's even more surprising is that even the attack of the soul body like Banshee's Howl emits a faint white light on the armor, and all of them are resisted.

A double defense of physics and magic!

"This is the armor that a knight should have!"

Relos watched as Evan rampaged like a god of war to protect An'ao's left and right, and was envious.

"Ahh

A terrible scream rang out, and a banshee was shot by Gui'er's arrow, and her hands clenched tightly to the arrow stuck in the door, and she spun around like crazy. A moment later, the banshee flew back and swooped down on Gui'er with the arrows on her face with a vicious expression, her sharp claws sticking straight into her eyes. Unlike flesh-and-blood creatures, these undead creatures do not die even if they are shot in the vital spot.

The orc cursed in a low voice, drew the dagger from his leg with lightning speed, and slashed the banshee's head head-on. The dead banshee's form immediately dissipated, leaving only a fist-sized soul bead on the ground, glowing with a cold light gray light.

"I should be able to add something to your arrows to deal with these damn evil creatures. ”

An'ao smiled and stretched out his right hand to Gui'er, who was leaning over to pick up the arrow.

Gui'er had seen An'ao's mysterious methods several times, and without the slightest doubt, he called the arrow in his hand to An'ao. An'ao opened the pages and chanted in a low voice, and immediately a holy light floated up from the pages, and then condensed onto the tip of the arrow.

"Try it. ”

An'ao handed the arrow that emitted holy light from the tip of the arrow to Gui'er and said with a smile.

Gui'er took the arrow, and saw that the holy light condensed on the tip of the arrow was like life, constantly circling and jumping, and his heart moved, and he reached out to draw his bow, and aimed at a banshee who was raging against the attacking infantry soldiers.

Heavy infantry, who wears heavy armor and is good at charging into battle, has a lot of headaches to deal with this kind of banshee flying in the air. Even a grenadier, a swift tomahawk banshee can dodge. The hoplites could only keep raising their shields to block the banshee's claws. As soon as the sword of the counterattack was swung out, the banshee let out a sharp howl and flew away.

In this way, a banshee even restrained three or five warriors, which was very unfavorable to the battle situation.

"Whew!"

The arrows of Gui'er flickered with a blinding light, like meteors in the night sky, and disappeared into the forehead of a banshee.

A huge milky white light burst out, and the banshee let out a violent scream, and her body was instantly swallowed by the holy light, leaving only the soul beads, which fell to the ground with a tick.

"What a powerful divine force!"

With an excited face, Gui Er handed over all the arrows behind his back to An Ao, and asked the god stick, oh no, the priest to help all his arrows attach divine power.

The arrows with the divine power attached to them are simply the banshee's nemesis, because there is only a soul body, and as soon as the divine power touches the banshee's body, it will exert great power. The rotten zombie was different, Gui'er also tried to shoot a rotten zombie, and the arrow with divine power immediately exploded a bowl-sized hole in the rotten zombie's chest, but the zombie warrior still staggered to his feet and continued to attack.

Since then, Gui'er has specially picked up the banshees flying in the air. Under Gui'er's divine arrow, after a while, the number of banshees was reduced by more than half, and the infantry soldiers on the battlefield immediately felt greatly reduced.

The woods of carrion zombies and banshees poured into the hall one by one, as if endlessly, and after killing one wave, another wave immediately came in. Casualties began to appear in the ranks of the adventurers, especially the warriors brought by Valen, who were fighting at the forefront, and more than half of them were killed or wounded.

Ao's healing spell began to unleash the Holy Light, and the warriors who had been wounded by the carrion zombies and banshees, under Ron's command, began to retreat in an orderly manner to receive Ann's healing.

Delis also retreated from the front and began to cast the water-based restoration magic "Healing Water", in conjunction with An'o's Holy Light Healing Technique.

In this way, the battle damage was finally reduced by more than half.

The light of An'o's healing art always lit up from the thick book with the chanting sound, fell on An'o's palm, and then blessed the adventurer's wounds. At the beginning, An'ao chanted a few words softly, and the holy light immediately lit up in the holy text in response, and as the power of the holy light in prayer increased, An'ao had to pay more and more chanting time. At the end of the battle, An Ao cast a holy light healing technique, and it took dozens of minutes of chanting with sweat on his forehead before the holy light began to respond in the holy scriptures. However, even so, An'ao is in a much better situation than Delith. Princess Landis's mana was already overdrawn, and after repetitively casting dozens of healing waters, she was so tired that she didn't even have the strength to stand.

Just when everyone was about to collapse, Gui'er was the first to notice that the number of banshees was beginning to decrease, and immediately told Relos about the situation. Relos perked up and swung his broadblade to the front line where Valen and Ron were, splitting the two carrion zombies in two with a single slash of air, telling the story.

Valen's face was covered in black blood, and there were many scraps of zombie corpses on his body, and he was refreshed when he heard the good news from Relos. Ron took a closer look, and sure enough, not only the banshees, but also the number of carrion zombies had also decreased a lot. Many of the gaps that have been killed have been filled by undead creatures.

"Guys, kill these disgusting things, they're not going to work anymore!"

Ron laughed wildly, bearing the brunt of the attack, and the blood axe in his hand split a carrion zombie into two pieces, like a killing god falling from the sky.

When everyone was almost exhausted, the last of the carrion zombies finally collapsed under Relos's broadblade. The palace was littered with the corpses of rotting zombies, and the remnants of the banshee's soul beads were rolling everywhere.

Unfortunately, the adventurers also left dozens of corpses, especially the soldiers under the command of Valen and the Wolf Mercenary Group, which accounted for half of them.

Moreover, if it weren't for Ann Ao and Delith's healing and restoring magic, the casualties would have doubled.

The atmosphere began to be a little oppressive, and the hearts of the adventurers who had lost their companions were filled with sadness and anger. At this moment, Relos even felt that the Wild Wolf Mercenary Group that provoked him in the mission camp did not seem so disgusting. Because at least in this battle, the super high casualties of the Wild Wolf Mercenary Regiment are actually from the madness talent of the orc warriors, who do not know fear, do not know pain, and rush forward to kill in the place where the carrion zombies are most dense.

All the adventurers were silent, silently bowing their heads to the corpses placed together, whether it was a mercenary from the Camlando continent or a soldier in the army, at this moment they were just comrades in advance.

"Let's go!"

Valen was silent for a moment, picked up the battle axe, carried it on his shoulder, and gave the order to continue the departure in a deep voice.

At the end of the hall, a deep round arched stone door appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and a torch was inserted on each side of the stone door, shining with a faint green light.

The carrion zombies and banshees just now poured in through that stone door.

There, the depths of the Land of Wraiths.

Douglas chanted his magic in solemnity, and fiery red flames rose from the ground, gradually engulfing the corpses of the adventurers who had died in battle.

The cemetery of the warrior is the battlefield, and the destination of the adventurer is to point out the direction to the unknown with his life. No one knows which battle is about to become their final requiem.

Valen still insisted on leading the team to the forefront, and the perseverance and bravery of the orc warriors had established prestige in the hearts of everyone. It was the glory of blood in battle, not the flattery of being the lord of Taranto.

The crack in the ground that appeared outside Taranto was obviously just a trick for the land of the wraith, and the huge palace that appeared after entering the land of the wraith, breaking the banshee's illusion realm, was the true face of the land of the wraith.

Behind the stone gate is still a long road, and there are two torches every few tens of meters on both sides, flickering and dimming. The corridor is not very long, and after walking for less than half an hour, the light in front of me is bright, and another palace appears.

Unlike the rudimentary palaces of the past, this place is clean and tidy, and it seems to have nothing to do with the filthy and evil undead creatures. The smooth marble floors are intricately carved with patterns, and the walls are painted with ornate frescoes, everything is very similar to the palace of a human noble, even if the adventurer has just experienced a terrible battle with the undead creatures, and still has the illusion of entering the palace of the noble.

"I knew that no amount of low-level stuff would be of any use. ”

An ethereal female voice resounded in the palace, echoing around. It seems to be a middle-aged woman, with a tactful voice and a slightly feminine voice.

"I think Lord Lordship should think about it, it's time to clean up those stupid and ugly things. ”

A faint back flickered in the palace, she was wearing the imperial court costume to the extreme, her figure was slender, and when she looked at it from behind, she felt like a delicate woman.

"This is also an undead creature?"

Relos wondered a little, this seemed to be the beautiful lady of a nobleman in the imperial capital, if he was in the wrong place. Perhaps sensing the adventurers' doubts, the woman's voice rang out again.

"Don't bother guessing my identity, I'm the Nether Lich. All of you will be my slaves, subject to me, and your souls will be with me day and night. Hahahaha!"

The shrill laughter and the beautiful back were completely incompatible, until the Nether Banshee turned around and stared at the adventurer's ranks, and everyone saw a face with only bones left.

As soon as Mixiu and Ron heard the name of the Nether Banshee, they both subconsciously clenched the weapons in their hands. This is already a high-level undead creature, and even in the psalms sung by many bards, the Nether Banshee is a nightmare for adventurers.

Moreover, what kind of existence will the lord in the mouth of the Nether Banshee be?