If there is one undead creature that gives the Sun Priest the most headache, it is none other than the Stitching Monster. Because in the strict sense, these stitching monsters should belong to the products of alchemy, in addition to the core formed by the power of death, the corpses piled up on the surface have minimized the power of the sun god.

If you want to damage the core of the Stitching Monster with the Sun Magic, you have to find the location of their death core first, and then cast dozens of solar rays in a row, and you have to hit the same location accurately. Such a difficulty requirement is basically impossible for the Sun Priests to achieve, so even if the Sun Priests desperately unleash the magic spell, it is just a matter of thinning the skin and corpse layer of the Stitching Monster. It was nothing more than a drizzle for the Stitching Monster, and he continued to stride towards the camp of the bear warriors without paying any attention.

"Fight!" Seeing the terrifying and ugly Stitch Monster rushing towards him, Catan raised the iron rod in his hand and raised his head to the sky and let out a roar, and the bear warriors also let out their own roars and met the Stitch Monster.

Leo, who was watching the battle from a distance, was interrupted by the roar of Katan and the bear warriors, but seeing Katan's performance, he couldn't help but nod slightly, it seems that this Katan is worthy of being the son carefully taught by the old patriarch, at least on the battlefield, it has fully demonstrated the prestige that an orc patriarch should have, plus it has now comprehended the shamanic war song, officially promoted to become a shaman, and it is completely qualified to take over as the patriarch of the bear clan.

But what happened next was a solid lesson to the young people of Leo and Catan, what is called the rapid change of the battlefield situation. Just as Stitching and Bearman Warriors were colliding head-on, and just as the Sun Priests shifted the focus of their attacks to the bone archers who were constantly pouring down bone arrows, a large number of ghosts suddenly emerged from behind Stitching Monsters.

Floating in the sky or clinging to the ground in a variety of uncanny ways, these spirits quickly burrowed into the bear-man warriors and haunted their sides. With no corporeal entities, the spirits are unable to use weaponry, and the only thing they can attack is their claws, which, at the moment of attack, condense their claws into entities, and after breaking through the bear-man's tough, thick fur, they turn back into nothingness, allowing the bear-man's heavy counterattack to slash through their bodies in vain.

In fact, the attack power of the wraiths is not very high, and the claws may be able to inflict serious injuries on the weak human soldiers, but for the fat, strong, and tough bears, the damage of the claws is nothing more than a flesh wound. However, the appearance of these ghosts has brought great harassment to the bears' battles, after all, no one wants to be suddenly opened from the side during the battle, even if it is not fatal, but it makes the bearmen warriors irritable.

After a long time, Catan also felt that something was not quite right, although the attack of the ghosts was only slightly damaged, but after being hit, the bears began to gradually develop negative states such as energy drain, weakness, and hallucinations.

"Damn, these wraiths are attacking with a curse, everyone be careful, try to seize the moment they attack and fight back, otherwise you won't hit them at all!" Catan roared to remind his clansmen, but unfortunately few of the bear warriors who were harassed and panicked by the wraiths listened to them.

"Die! Die! Damn flies!" A bear-man warrior was stared at by the ghost, and under the tireless frequent harassment, coupled with the illusion after being hit, the bear-man warrior finally fell into a rage, his eyes began to appear scarlet, and his body was swelled larger than usual.

"It's madness, be careful! Black Claw it's crazy!" A bear-man warrior next to him noticed his mad companion in time, and just opened his mouth to warn his nearby companions, but he was caught off guard by the club picked up by the mad black claw's hand and hit his neck. There was only a crunch click, and the bear-man was killed by his companion instead of falling under the claws of his enemies.

"Hee-hee! that's it, the baby bears are all crazy, the killing, blood, and furious souls are the most delicious!" Antana, the lord of the ghosts, floated gently on the battlefield, her eyes slightly closed and her hands gently hugged forward, as if she wanted to embrace the breath of the entire battlefield into her arms, this chaotic scene was the most intoxicating for the ghosts.

Dressed in gorgeous palace clothes, Antana was a princess of a small country during her lifetime, but unfortunately caught up with the invasion of the enemy country in her cardamom years, and she was brutally killed, she was unwilling to let her beauty and youth turn into dry bones, and her resentful soul was transformed into a ghost together with the countless people of the kingdom who died unjustly, and since then she has hated all the good things in the world. The extreme distortion of her mind makes her especially fond of those negative emotions of anger, unwillingness, and resentment, so even if she has the ability to kill her opponent with one blow, she will play and torture her opponent to her heart's content, absorbing more negative emotions.

After thousands of years of silence with the Grey Bone Sect, the fury of these bears in front of her was tantamount to supreme delicious food for her, which made her extremely comfortable and excited. Gulping in on her anger, the Ghost Lord Antana couldn't help but scream when her spirit was at a point of relief, conveying her excitement and satisfaction.

A piercing scream instantly resounded throughout the battlefield, and all the bears who were affected felt nauseous, dizzy, and weak, and even some bears who had not been very firm had the idea of turning around and running away.

"It's the howl of the banshee, I can't imagine that there are high-level banshee ghosts among these ghosts!" Even standing on the edge of the battlefield, the old Modo patriarch still felt the endless evil contained in that scream, and said with a great change in his face.

This banshee howl not only caused a large number of bear warriors to fall into a negative state, but also caused many sun priests to suffer a lot due to the interruption of their spell casting. Although they are highly resistant to the negative effects of the Banshee's howl, the cast interruption is much more serious for the Sun Priests, and many of them are forced to stop casting spells because of this.

Fortunately, at this time, the bone archers had been killed and wounded under the continuous sun magic blows, and they no longer posed any threat to the bear warriors, but the Sun Priest withdrew from the attack sequence, but let the death lord Gascoll, who was hiding on the sidelines and pretending to be dead, see an opportunity.

Just as the bear-clan warriors dodged the stitching monsters and ghosts, a strange laugh suddenly came from among the many skeleton fragments. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, Gascoll used all the power of death to transform all the corpses of the bears warriors who died in the surrounding battle into bone warriors.