"Ancestors, punish these blasphemers with the power of the earth!" Just as Catan's anger was surging, a message of a war song suddenly appeared in its mind, which was the trembling war song of the earth that it naturally understood.

Although he didn't have a totem pole of his own, Katan didn't hesitate to stick the iron rod in his hand into the ground, glaring at the skeletal cavalry who were constantly rushing forward with red eyes, and chanting the tune of the war song loudly. The desolate and quaint battle song resounded throughout the Bear Front under the heroic and loud voice of Catan.

"It's Katan!

"Catan has naturally awakened to become a priest!

The bear-man warriors were overjoyed to see that Katan had begun to chant war songs. Because the bears are naturally stupid, most of the tribesmen's minds are not very smart, so the proportion of people who can naturally awaken to become priests is much smaller than that of other races, and the bears have not as large a number of races as the pig tribe, at present, there is only one priest left in the entire bearman tribe, once the old patriarch is gone, the bearman tribe will have no hope at all. Now that Katan has comprehended the war song on the battlefield, this is simply a gift from the ancestors, which means that the bearren tribe has a new shaman, and the tribe has hope for revival.

In fact, these bear people didn't know that the reason why Catan was able to comprehend the war song was also thanks to the power of natural comprehension that Leo had exchanged for Catan before, so that Catan, who had no talent, could awaken smoothly and naturally. But this is not important, what is important is that this event gives the bear warriors hope for the prosperity of the tribe, and they hold their weapons in their hands, hold them high above their heads, and roar in unison to the sky to celebrate the birth of the tribe's new shaman.

With the melody full of savage rhythm, a cloud of earthy yellow light gradually gathered in Katan's hand, and when the war song in Katan's mouth was finished, the ball of light suddenly sank into the ground, and in an instant, the ground began to shake one after another.

Under the leadership of Lord Gascoll, the Bone Knight continued to kill the Bearman camp, and along the way, almost all the Bearman warriors who stood in the way of the Bone Knight's charge were drained of all their energy by the death power brought by the death charge, and fell to the ground one by one. This was not the most terrifying, to the horror of the old patriarch and Leo who were watching the battle from afar, the corpses of those dead bear warriors staggered from behind the bone warriors under the influence of the power of death. Once again, the massive bear-man skeleton was reborn as a skeletal warrior and threw himself into the battle to kill his own people.

"Click, Terrify in front of the army of bones, tremble, cry!" Deathlord Gascoll's evil thoughts came again, but this time, before it could be arrogant, its arrogant words were interrupted by violent vibrations from the ground.

Under the influence of the war song, the earth continued to shake, and the originally flat and fertile land began to appear folds and cracks, and an unfathomable chasm appeared from the edge of the bear formation, separating the countless skeleton armies from the bear warriors. This time, except for the Bone Knights who had already rushed into the Bear Clan's formation, no undead creature could rush in front of the Bear Clan.

In the range of the bear clan's formation, the ground also changed violently, and one after another ditches appeared with the shaking of the ground, dividing the neat formation of the bear clan warriors into a mess. However, these furrows also brought considerable obstacles to the Bone Knight's charge, I don't know how many skeleton horses that couldn't dodge neighed silently and tripped to the ground, I don't know how many Bone Knights were thrown away and fell to the ground solidly, they were greeted by the ruthless blow of the bear warrior.

The knight's charge relied on indomitable momentum and high-speed impact, all of which were wiped out by the changes of the earth. At this time, even if they have the power of death, it is useless, and the bone knights are simply unable to move an inch in the complex terrain and landform.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Sun Priesthood in the distance began to exert its might, and various divine attacks such as solar bombs, solar rays, and sun purification fell on the head of the Bone Knight like water.

The collision of the power of the sun and the power of death caused the two mutually exclusive divine powers to react violently, and the surrounding bear-man warriors stayed away from this area, but as the main body of the attack, the bone knights suffered.

The violent divine power shock made the soul fire in the eyes of these bone knights sway, and even the soul fire of many bone knights began to become weak, from the original raging fire to a small flame of stars, as if a gust of wind was about to be blown away.

The Death Lord Gaskol screamed, and the gray-white mist formed by the gathering of countless death forces emerged from the cracks in its bone armor, constantly replenishing the surrounding area of the Bone Knights to protect those Bone Knights from being killed.

"Hah! It looks like that guy Gascoll can't hold it anymore! This megalomaniacal guy is finally going back to the arms of the god of death! It looks like this King Pritz is really powerful! I'm afraid none of us will be his opponent!" In the distance behind the army of the undead, Count Nicholas said with some schadenfreude, his words not forgetting to continue to provoke the brainless undead creatures.

"Ah~!Those light mages are so annoying, if it weren't for those light mages, our ghost clan would be enough to wipe out the Pritz people!" Although he knew that Nicholas was uneasy and kind, the ghost lord still couldn't help but answer his mouth.

"Hmph, isn't this nonsense, if it weren't for the light mage, we vampires would have had a full meal!" Count Nicholas rolled his eyes at the Ghost Lord and slammed back.

Hearing Count Nicholas say this, the Lord of the Spirits continued to refute unwillingly, but unfortunately, the sudden sound of speech made it shrink back like a chilling cicada.

"That's enough! there's no point in you fighting like this!No matter what, King Pritz must die, and the Kingdom of Pritz must be destroyed, this is the oracle of the god of death!" Pope Juan of the Grey Bone Sect reprimanded in a low voice.

Don't look at Count Nicholas wantonly provoking those high-ranking leaders of the undead, but he didn't dare to say a word in the face of Pope Juan's reprimand. As the only remaining high-ranking lich on the continent, Pope Juan is synonymous with the god of death in the Gray Bone Sect, and no undead creature dares to offend the Pope's authority.