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On the fifth day of departure from Gaunt, the convoy finally arrived at the ferry, where the sea of storms that should have been rough disappeared, and even the sediment left behind by the low tide had dried and cracked due to the long exposure to the sun. Instead of crossing the lake, there was an endless sea of white bones, and even the Great Priest who made the prediction of 'Ice Cracking' did not expect that such a result would await them.

The undead wandering in the distance felt the breath of the new living creatures and leaned over one after another. Although the carriage can be thrown off lightly, the more the undead gather, the smaller the encirclement. Seeing that the situation was not right, the driver hurriedly turned around and tried to retreat along the road from which he came, but the horses were frightened and refused to go. This made the people in the carriage very anxious, and some even jumped out of the carriage to drag the horses, trying to drive them away, but the dead air gathered too much, not only the horses, but even humans gradually felt unwell, and there were symptoms of dizziness and limbs.

Link and Jafar hurriedly brought the men back to the carriage and were able to escape under the divine treatment of the Grand Priest.

These rancid dead gases themselves are poisonous, not to mention the weak, even strong mercenaries can be poisoned to death by inhaling too much. Although the few mercenaries accompanying him were fine, in the face of so many undead, they were already so frightened that they were unable to fight at all.

Orlando whistled, thinking that this was the real battle.

Uk's eyes were glazed, and his mouth kept muttering, "It's over...... It's over......"

Others were either overwhelmed with fright, or accused Link of bringing them into such a desperate situation.

Doyle kept his face stiff and didn't speak, and his mood couldn't be worse.

"That's enough!" the Grand Priest shouted, stopping his meaningless scolding, "It was the decision of the five of us to go north, and since you choose to go with us, you must accept the fate changed by relying on others." ”

Her words impressed Link, who thought he was an old-fashioned and inflexible diehard.

Including the mercenaries, everyone chose to keep their mouths shut, only fools would offend the Dawn Sect at this critical juncture, and it was up to them to be rescued or not.

Taking control of the situation for the time being, Alysina opened the barrier and was enveloped by the carriage besieged by the undead, and she asked Link with a calm face what to do next.

Do you break out of the encirclement and go back? Or do you rush to the other side in one go?

"The other two routes may not be safer than here, you see that although there are many of these low-level undead, they don't look like they are commanded. And such a large scale, apparently, is not intended for us. Link stared intently at the other side of the ferry, the steeply rising ground and lush vegetation in stark contrast to the desolate lowlands that were barren here. It's just that besieging a Bunian would take such a large number of undead, and the number of undead here is no less than besieging Grantham.

What makes Link even more strange is that there are so many undead, and there is no commander?

In order not to arouse the suspicion of the two Dawn Believers, he compressed his own perception range, so he failed to show the crowd of undead at the ferry in advance.

The convoy was already surrounded by undead, and the skeletons were not at all like they were commanded by the system, huddled together, and even stacked bone towers as high as the barrier outside the barrier. Without the leadership of intelligent high-level undead, no matter how large the number of low-level undead is, they only follow the instinct of devouring living creatures, and they can't become the climate at all. Or is their purpose here merely to besiege?

Alysina also thinks of the recent human settlements. Bunian is just a small border town, and its role is only to observe and monitor the outpost of the undead, and it is far less populous and larger than Fort Conin to the southeast. With such a big battle, what is the conspiracy of the high-level undead of the Immortal Empire?

In the midst of this eerie silence it was the merchant Uke who spoke, "Make a decision quickly, you can't just spend it like this." ”

Yes, it can't go on like that. Even if he is a great priest, there is a moment when his divine power is exhausted, and he can't do it without making a move at that time. It's easy to hide from the present, and Link really doesn't want to give up his efforts. He was the first to make a statement: "Rush over in one go." The fact that these low-level undead have gathered here is enough to prove that they have not yet broken through Bunian, and it is a dead end to go back the way they came. ”

Alysina thought the same, since Melville said so, the half-elves who were on the same path as the rangers would not have any objections, and the druids who had changed into human forms must have breathed out from the same nostrils as them. She looked at her companion, and Doyle nodded under Alistina's gaze.

All-ticket pass guò, then......

"In order to prevent any accidents, we first set up a countermeasure. Alysina said that she could only maintain one divine technique, and she could choose between the detoxification circle and the holy light circle that opened and maintained these twenty people. Either way, the circle can only be fixed in a certain area and must be recast every once in a while. If they couldn't get out of the siege of the undead before their divine power was exhausted, the five of them might be able to escape, but those caravans would only end up dying tragically.

The High Priest's request was also agreed to by Link as a naturalist.

"Please ask the Grand Priest to do his best to maintain the Holy Light Circle, and leave the matter of dispelling the poison to Orlando. As a bard, he can't eradicate toxins like a priest, but at least he can keep the effects of death within a controllable range. Link held the longbow in his hand, "Jafar and I will draw away the undead who are too close, and as for Doyle......" After a slight pause, he made eye contact with the young man who heard the name and turned to look at him, "and I want you to act as a shield to open a way for everyone"

Doyle was stunned. These days, he has never given that person a good look, but he said it so solemnly, could it be......

Without waiting for Doyle to think about it, Jafar regained his prototype amid the exclamations of the people. Link jumped on the wolf's back and took the initiative to drill out of the Holy Light Circle, and the wolf jumped high, immediately leading the undead around the circle to open a gap.

Glancing at the pale driver, Doyle turned around and motioned to the mercenary who was in a slightly better situation, "You come and drive." ”

Orlando plucked the strings, and the untimely sound of music soothed the restless and frightened hearts of those present, and also made the horses that were on their knees in fear stand up.

"Let's go!!"

The mercenary who had replaced the driving position flicked his horsewhip, and the carriage rushed forward along the gap that Link had driven through. The pull of the bowstring continued to sound from the front, and Doyle stared at the figure that was moving left and right in the crowd of the undead. Use the slow movements of the skeletons to dash and dodge to open a path for the carriage behind them.

An indescribable feeling dizzy in my heart, no matter how much I don't want to admit it, I can't erase the facts. Father, the man who has been absent for many years, is protecting himself.

The screams behind him pulled Doyle out of his thoughts.

Now that was not the time to think about this, he spread out his hand, and with his mind summoned not the Dawn Sword, but a huge vulture-shaped light shield. Doyle jumped onto the horse, shielded in both hands, and smashed open the circle of the undead that had closed again.

One after another, the circles lit up in the air, like a lit light in the gloomy sky, and Arisina's face gradually lost its ruddyness, and her breathing became rapid. Spiritual power is draining rapidly, if she is not a great priest, she can't withstand such a consumption at all.

Feeling the carriage slowing down, Orlando shifted its tune, the soothing rhythm began to increase, and everyone's hearts tensed to the sound of war drums.

Link, who was opening the way ahead, could hear the clues from the abrupt change of pitch.

He glanced back, and now in addition to countless skeletons, there was also a large group of blue-purple gases behind the carriage.

What is that?

It was getting closer and closer to evening, and Link couldn't see clearly.

There is still some distance from the hills, and at the current degree, it will take at least ten minutes, will the woman be able to hold out at that time?

[Jafar, you continue to open the way ahead. Link rose from the wolf's back, his feet on the skeleton's head and shoulders, and he sprang through a sea of bones like a dragonfly. Whatever that mess was, he had to get rid of it.

Doyle didn't have time to take a closer look when Link leaped over the roof of the carriage like an arrow off the string.

Arriving at the last carriage where no one was around, Link finally knew why the High Priest couldn't hold it so quickly. The driver was neither a caravan nor a mercenary, but a living corpse that had been eroded by the dead breath of the undead, and he was panting with his mouth wide open. What looked like gas from a distance was actually a mass of blue-purple ghosts, their wails piercing the barrier, and Orlando tried to dispel the terrifying cries with a majestic war song.

Glancing at the car at the front, Doyle and Alysina were struggling to brac, unable to worry about the rear. Link lowered his longbow and aimed his hands at the horde of ghosts that had come out of nowhere, casting a magic barrage. Dozens of white missiles converged around his body and shot out, bypassing the carriage and hitting the culprit of the carriage.

The number of ghosts was suddenly reduced by a third, and then by a third, and the third time not only cleared all the ghosts, but also cleared out some skeletons that were moths rushing towards the barrier like a fire.

The carriage picked up, and Doyle turned back, just in time to see Link cast a third magic barrage, and in his eyes, the white missiles scattered in all directions, as if they had self-awareness, accurately concentrating the erratic ghosts, and the skeletons that jumped in the air with the intention of reducing the carriage.

Even if you are a magic archer, you can't cast such a large number of magic missiles at one time......

"It's here!"

"We're on the shore!"

Doyle hurried back to the cheers of the rest of his life after the robbery, and after a rush they had reached the verdant hills. As if blocked by an invisible barrier, the undead stopped far away, no longer chasing.