The tens of thousands of troops led by Erathia have almost been wiped out, and these warriors have all been reduced to a blur of flesh and blood in the charge of more than twenty miles, but at this time, the speed of the coalition army's advance has not slowed down, but has suddenly accelerated.

Because at this time, it was no longer the human warriors who charged, but the orcs of Orf.

Even after running with the war horse for more than twenty miles on foot, none of the orcs showed the slightest hint of tiredness. On the contrary, the battle intent that had been stimulated by the surrounding battle and bloodshed had already exploded at this time. In the hands of the orcs, there are no longer warriors' swords, guns and other things, but heavy assault weapons such as chain flails, meteor hammers, maces, and car axes, and all of them are larger than those used by humans, and they can almost be used to siege cities. There weren't any of the more skinny races of lizards and orcs, but the strongest werewolves, ogres, and some minotaurs who had just returned from Negan.

The priests and orc shamans on the team cast support spells at the same time. The white glow of white magic also has the characteristic redness of orc bloodlust. The beasts roared, swinging their massive weapons like mad and charging forward.

No matter how strong and huge the skeleton is, it is still a skeleton after all. Even those skeleton monsters that were nearly ten meters tall were cut down and planted under the charge of the orcs, and they were dismantled into pieces like crazy without a struggle. The other zombie skeletons were as fragile as burnt dry cinders. At the touch of it, it is scattered and shattered.

Only a few of the corpse witches still had the ability to fight back, and magic flew from all directions and crashed into the orcs' bodies to explode a canopy of elemental sparks: flames, lightning, and scattered fragments of ice spikes. The orcs never shied away, using the auxiliary spells and the massive bodies of the priests to smash the magic into pieces, along with all the skeletons and corpses in front of them. Under the furious roars and slashing of the orcs, the speed of the team increased again. The waves of undead wreckage crashing out of front of them were bigger, fiercer, and more brilliant.

After advancing for a few more miles, the darkness in the air grew thicker and thicker. In the depths of this sea of the dead. The undead are no longer as dazed as puppets on the periphery, they are not only more flexible and sturdy, but they also seem to have a certain degree of thinking. Countless corpse witches began to gather from all directions, and the magic waves flying towards here suddenly increased. Fireballs and lightning rained down on the heads of the orcs in front of them.

Dozens of air elements finally rose from the coalition army, carrying dozens of ** divisions. As they rose, a dazzling blast of magic rolled out of their hands.

Unlike the magic of the corpse witches, there are only dozens of ** masters, and the number of magic issued can only be dozens of rounds, but these dozens of rounds are not low-level magic such as lightning, ice spikes, and fireballs released by the corpse witches, but dozens of fire bullets.

Dozens of small sun-like light balls shoot out in all directions in a circular direction. At this moment, even this boundless darkness was torn apart, and even the aura of the pitch-black star could not hide the heat of these dozens of top-level fire-based magic. The Wyvern Desert went from polar cold to hard-boiled eggs in an instant. And then the next moment it was a scorching hell. Not only did the undead in the vicinity of the Flame Bomb turn into ashes in an instant, but everything in the vicinity burst apart and deformed under the heat. The destructive power created by the combination of these dozens of fire-based top-level spells is already almost the same as that of forbidden spells.

All the way to the outside of Rich. The fiery bombs gradually dissipated, swallowed by the pitch-black aura in the air, but there was nothing left within a radius of the army. Beneath your feet is no longer the desert, but a glassy crystal. The coalition forces were unharmed, and at the same time as these fire mages cast their magic, a huge water curtain appeared on the outskirts of the coalition forces.

Edrid's face beside Lancelot was pale, and her grandmaster-level Water Curtain Tianhua was a top-level protective spell. But even if it's only for a short moment, and the intensity is not high, this area is so large that it is almost beyond the limits of manpower.

She didn't stop, but directly turned over a qi element. The qi elemental rose into the air, and she flew forward alone.

"Even now, there is no need to keep any troops, and the whole army will advance forward. "With the orders of Lancelot and Roland, the Paladins who had been maintaining their strength in the rear also moved forward with all their troops, and merged with the already exhausted orc legions. This was burned out of the void by the fire bomb, but it was only a few breaths that it was filled by the undead who were pouring in from all directions.

A dazzling burst of lightning suddenly erupted in the sky ahead, and then a thunderball like raindrops, lightning rushed down. At this time, Adrid used two large magic scrolls in the hands of Master Aiden, which contained all the magic essence of the air magic master. At this moment, the sky hidden by the dark star seemed to come to life and go crazy.

There was a huge rumbling sound, hundreds of lightning bolts and thunderballs. The ground in front of the coalition forces suddenly flew into the sky, and countless zombies and skeletons were all reduced to fragments, scattered along with the sand. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the coalition forces continued to rush forward in the face of the dust and ashes of the undead falling from the sky.

After several miles, the coalition ranks finally had to slowly begin to come to a halt again.

The slashing in their hands never stopped, but more, faster, more intense, more fierce, more tragic, but they could no longer move.

The black aura in the space is already as strong as substance. All the horses had fallen in terror, and the white magic of the priests could no longer resist the thick darkness of death. Every time I took a breath, it was as if my lungs were stuffed with a foul of smelly and dirty, condensed by poison and full of spikes. This black aura should be combined from the inside to the outside, echoing each other, devouring madly, corroding all life.

The tide of the undead is no longer so calm, the sea of the undead is already beginning to boil, and all the skeleton zombies are running, jumping and rushing towards here with skills not inferior to those of high-level warriors. The combat power of the undead is no longer as vulnerable as before. These are all high-level swordsmen and knights converted from the undead, as well as high-level undead who have been immersed in the Valley of Diya for thousands of years. The charge of the orcs could no longer crush it with decay.

Kill, kill, slash, kill, charge, slam, kill again, the orcs howled frantically, desperately wielding the huge weapons in their hands, smashing their own flesh into pieces along with their own flesh as they were cut and torn by the undead. Almost all of them had been driven mad by the battle, and all their sanity was overwhelmed by murderous intent, anger, and fighting spirit. Only roaring and killing, slashing, and rushing in the direction that can no longer be rushed.

The ground was slowly shaking, and a line of hill-like undead monsters was rushing towards it. Unlike before, when they only occasionally appeared in front of the coalition forces, the skeletons of these behemoths were actually lined up in a neat line. Among them are Beamon's, dragons, and humanoid zombies that are ten meters tall, which should be the legendary Titans. These are all ancient creatures that have long been submerged in the torrent of history, and even the corpses have long since turned into stone dust and are buried deep underground. The souls that had slept in the dark stars were released, and the remains of these corpses were pulled out from the deepest depths of the earth.

The ghosts in the air are no longer sparse, no longer afraid of the white magic holy light around the troops, and they are frantically spreading into the sky. It was like a blizzard falling in the sky above the coalition forces, but instead of white snowflakes, it was all gray and hazy grimaces.

The ** master in the array used a large area of elemental magic to blast out a barrier, and countless ghosts were wiped out in the sea of elemental fire, but more flew here.

The mages have not been strong for long, and their bodies are not much stronger than ordinary people. If it weren't for the white magic blessings of the priests, the aura around them could have turned them into an army of corpses in an instant. As the white magic gradually atrophied under the aura of the dark star, their faces were better than those of the corpse witches, and they couldn't see anywhere.

There were still miles to go, and the thickest and blackest black was still miles away from them. But it seemed miles farther away than forever.

A clear roar resounded through the sky, and a full-body figure rose from the coalition army, as dazzling as the rising sun, but this dazzling was not light, but sword qi.

In the coalition, all the swordsmen of the Holy Knights pointed their swords at the sky, and the heavenly one was their Roland leader. Hundreds of uneven sword qi, sword intent soared into the sky, converging into a huge sword light on Roland's body in the center, and then his whole person was connected with this sword light like the Nine Heavens Milky Way flying down towards the undead tsunami in front.

Landing, chopping.

There was a crisp and deafening click, as if the entire sea of the dead had been split in two. There was no too fierce momentum, but all the undead in a straight line in front of him silently split in half from it. The straight line stretched into the deepest darkness.

At the same time, a huge white lightsaber flew up from the array, stabbing forward with a large path that had been briefly cracked. Behind the sword light, there were several body shadows. The last and strongest of the coalition finally rushed out and slaughtered the black that couldn't be darker.