Until Lear and the others were completely surrounded by the Necromantic Legion, there was still no figure of the initiator around, and the skeleton zombies were crowded and roaring at each other, but they did not attack them at the first time.

Lear tried to feel the elemental flow around him, so that if a necromancer was hiding in the shadows and trying to sneak up on them, he would immediately sense the location of the other person.

But no, although the flow of the elements is still sluggish, there is no trace of being controlled and extracted.

Then there are only a few possibilities, the first wizard is far away from them, and the second wizard's strength is far beyond Lear's and he can even suppress his mental power with the advantage of terrain, but Lear feels that this is not very likely, the area they pass through is a relatively remote and desolate area even in Tiga, if it is really a powerful wizard, it should be in his own cemetery, and those ghouls and skeletons in this barren corner are not worth their precious time and sight.

And if the strength is far superior to Lear, there is no need to hide yourself at all, just stand up and push it flat.

Then there is only one last possibility left - the other party is not a wizard but a death knight, although they have a slight ability to use witchcraft but are not strong, they rely more on their own undead army and personal strength to fight.

Thinking of this, Lear's slightly frowning brows stretched a little, but the words of the Death Knight should not be difficult to deal with, because judging from these skeleton warriors and zombies summoned by the other party, the guy hiding in the shadows is not very strong.

If it's strong, then at least vampires and ghosts should appear in front of them.

Lear gestured behind him, signaling that he didn't have to wait for that person to appear and start the fight directly, and after killing these pesky ghouls, the guy naturally couldn't hide.

Haag turned on his bloodthirsty thaumaturgy and rushed into the skulls, his giant battle axe spinning like a meat grinder, dancing itself into a whirlwind with an earth-shattering roar.

It had been a long time since he had experienced such a hearty killing.

Mrak and Guina rushed forward after Haag, who were already third-level swordsmen, and now they all had a layer of blue fighting aura lingering on their bodies, and Adela and Valenk were even more courageous after casting buff spells on them behind them, but there was still a big gap compared to Haag's crazy appearance.

Lear judged that if Haag was judged by the strength of a human swordsman, the guy would be at least level four, and it was the kind of level four that was very close to level five.

Ivo didn't move, he took his bow and arrows and held them in his hand, and after Hag charged into the crowd, he took the place of his good friend and became Lear's close attendant.

Although he is also a long-range shooter himself.

Hag seems to have been born to exist for this kind of Shura-like melee, and after blessing Bloodthirsty Thaumaturgy and Holy Spirit Blessing, he will slash at least two three-headed skeletons or zombies with each axe, and he doesn't pay attention to any moves at all, and his shots are full of open and close.

The barbarian has no defense, killing all the enemies in front of him is the best defense, and the most fundamental reason why this battle makes him feel happy is that there are too many skeletons and zombies, even with the addition of Mrak and Guina, coupled with the accurate cover of the orcs behind him, he is still killing more and more, and slowly he can only see a red whirlwind blowing into the depths of the ghoul group, except for the broken bones and stumps flying in the sky, Haag can no longer be seen.

Mrak and Guina have to pay a lot more attention to skill, although they are also constantly killing, but each of their swords is just right, with the blessing of holy light, as long as the blade cuts through the bodies of those ghouls, there will immediately be a corpse or broken bones on the ground, of course, this also has something to do with the fact that they do not have the endless brute strength of Haag.

If anything, what warrior can resist the temptation of a thousand armies and a thousand enemies?

Soon, the ghouls blocking the road in front and back were slaughtered more than a small half, and at this rate, it will take less than ten minutes to have only one corpse left on the ground, after all, in addition to the large number, these ghouls really have nothing worth mentioning in terms of combat power, and they can barely have an advantage against ordinary soldiers, but to deal with warriors with fighting spirit is to send food and melons.

And the biggest reliance of the ghouls is not afraid of physical damage and immortality, (with severed limbs or no heads, they have combat effectiveness, but they will be affected) in the case of the three mages here enchanting the warrior's weapons.

An undead black horse carrying a black-armored knight appeared on the top of a low hill to Lear's right, his face gloomy as he watched the one-sided battle below, his eroded and ugly face not much different from the zombies he led behind him.

Can't hide it, Lear looked at the disgusting face, and a sneer rose at the corner of his mouth.

Zombie-like sunken eyes, a brass melon-skin hat, a medieval bronze armor, and a face to which everyone owed him ten gold coins, the Death Knight Stronk, specializes in creating and training zombies.

Lear rated him as a war scumbag.

It's just strange to Lear that after Stronk appeared, he just looked at this side with a cold face, neither directing the skeleton zombies to attack, nor letting some scenes go on, but allowing the people with standing ears to tear those poor ghouls into pieces, which made him a little puzzled.

You must know that although skeletons and ghouls are not difficult to make, such a large number of losses must be false for a death knight to say that it is not heartbroken, not to mention the skeleton warriors and zombies that have been upgraded, and Lear knows that Stronk definitely has the ability to command these ghouls, although as long as he takes over the command, Lear will definitely join the battle immediately, but the gap between the organization and the army and the monsters who only rely on instinct is not as simple as a little bit.

But until now, Stronk didn't seem to care about the loss below, as if he was really just a spectator, and didn't even have the idea of causing trouble for Lear and the others, and those fewer and fewer ghouls had nothing to do with him at all.

"Are you going to keep watching us do this and kill all your cuties?"

Finally, Lear couldn't help but speak first.

Stronk was stunned when he heard this, and then immediately showed a resentful expression (he was also very resentful if he didn't show it).

"You're going to pay the price. ”

But after saying this, he closed his mouth and didn't make any further movements, apparently after seeing the five bars on Lear's chest, he understood that this battle was no longer something he could control, so he just watched from such a distance.

Speaking of which he is unlucky, he just ended an encounter with the Eri patrol a few days ago, so that his men suffered heavy losses, and finally a team of ghosts from the necromancer was almost completely wiped out, and after the battle, the skeleton warriors and zombies under his command were also all wounded, and finally found a burial place for his subordinates to dive into the soil to absorb the dead air to recover from the injury, and then ran into Lear who was passing by, and when he noticed that the dead air here was getting less and less and rushed to the scene, hundreds of heads of the genera had been slaughtered almost.

But it doesn't matter, he had already informed Lord Chama with the witch spirit before coming, and believed that when the Lord arrived here with her ghost army, the humans below would be doomed.

Three magicians, if done properly, there is no problem in transforming three lichs, then it will be enough to make up for his loss this time anyway, as for those low-level ghouls, as long as there is war and corpses, they can be summoned anywhere, it is nothing more than a little more effort.

Thinking of this, a smile actually appeared on Stronk's ugly face.

It's uglier than crying.

It's a pity that Lear is not as stupid as he thinks.

After seeing Stronk's reaction, Lear immediately realized that the other party was waiting for reinforcements, and this reinforcement still had the strength to completely crush his own side, otherwise the sweet potato hat would not be so confident.

Then before your reinforcements arrive, I will kill your disciples and grandchildren, pat your ass and leave, and see what you can do to me.

At the thought of this, Lear's body began to glow with a strong magical light.

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