The march of the army of the undead was terrifying, the white and miserable skeletons of the overwhelming skeleton soldiers clicked every time, and the mechanical and reciprocating movements, coupled with the hideous heads, and the soul fire that constantly flickered in the eyes, made people can't help but exclaim. The skeletal corps were also varied, some with swords and shields, others with short spears in their hands, and it was clear that even the lowest skeleton soldiers were divided into different classes by the necromancers.

Behind the massive number of skeletons are the sluggish zombies, which look even more terrifying than the skeletons, although they have more flesh and skin. A tin zombie with tight skin and a gray color, a plague zombie with pus flowing everywhere and dripping venom with every step, and a rotting zombie with a large poison sac on its back. Although not as numerous as skeletons, these zombies are significantly more powerful than skeletons just by their appearance.

Among the low-level undead creatures all over the world, low-level lichs can still be seen from time to time, and if it weren't for the command of those lichs, the brainless low-level undead would not be able to march in a regular manner like ordinary human armies. These low-level lichs are all transformed from necromancers who are nearing the end of their lives, but are unwilling to accept the embrace of death, and each of them is proficient in necromancer, coupled with the fact that they are almost beyond the limit of lifespan, it can be said that the mages are the most reluctant opponents to encounter.

After the low-level undead, there are medium- and high-level undead. Undead knights riding skeletal horses, vampires flying around the sky and smirking groinfully, stitched monsters with arms full of weapons, and all sorts of undead swaggering through the city like demons.

This is also due to the fact that after the appearance of the dark god, the sky of the entire Alpha Continent turned pitch black, and without the light of the sun, these undead creatures could march with swagger, and they didn't even need to cast the undead canopy that blocked the sun's erosion.

"They're coming!" the old patriarch muttered to himself in a low voice.

Although the eyesight of the bear clan is not strong, the rancid smell on the body of the army of the undead can stink for three miles in the wind, how can it escape the perception of these bear people with excellent sense of smell?

"Uh~ These undead are too smelly!" Many bear people subconsciously covered their noses, and the smell of rotten zombies and plague zombies was simply a kind of torture for bear people.

"Stink? Hmph! What is this, aren't you afraid of death, are you still afraid of a little stench?" The old patriarch snorted and glared at those bear warriors and reprimanded: "Cheer me up, this is a battle for our bear clan to make a name for itself in the Pritz Kingdom, we must show the prestige of our bear clan! If anyone dares to coax, don't blame me for turning my face!"

"Roar! There are no bad breeds in the bear clan!" "Roar! fight! tear apart those stinking undead!"

Inspired by the old patriarch, the bear-man warriors held the weapons in their hands one by one and shouted loudly. For this bear man's battle, Leo had prepared a large number of heavy weapons for them, but due to the tight time, he didn't have time to build them carefully. A whole thick iron plate casually connected to a handle becomes a giant shield, and the guy that should be called an iron pillar to humans is nothing more than an iron rod that dances easily in the hands of the bear people.

These rough products, which have not been carved and polished at all, are precious in the hands of the bear people, and they hold their weapons one by one, and they are full of pride, and they want the undead creatures to come and send them to their deaths, so that they can test the power of their weapons.

In the perception of the bear warriors, the stench of the undead creatures is as obvious as the lights of the dark night, but in the perception of the undead creatures, the bloody bear people are also eye-catching. Especially those vampires who love blood and lich who like to play with souls are like seeing the best delicacies.

When the army of the undead entered the territory of Pritz in a mechanical and unrelenting manner, the bear-warriors emerged from the hillside in unison with a roar of Katan, and pounced on the army of the undead in a neat procession.

The orc tribe's way of fighting is primitive, savage, and extremely shocking, and the momentum brought by those bear warriors when they grab the heavy weapons in their hands and run and charge in great strides is enough to be terrifying and soul-stirring. But it's a pity that they are facing undead creatures this time, and there is no such thing as morale.

The undead creatures don't know fear, they don't know fear, their hearts are full of hatred for the living and the desire to kill, even if the momentum of the bearman warriors is strong, those undead creatures still follow their own actions, and are completely unaffected by the bearman charge.

Catan was the first to rush into the group of skeletons, his hand tightly holding an iron rod as thick as a child's arm, just a horizontal swing, white bones flew within a radius of two meters, I don't know how many skeletons were scattered.

The bear-man warriors who followed closely behind Catan also began to engage the skeleton soldiers, but in the face of these stout bear warriors, how could the skeleton soldiers composed of skeletons be opponents. With just one face, the skeleton soldiers in the front row were directly cut off a layer, and broken bones were scattered everywhere on the ground.

However, such a loss is nothing to the undead creatures, even if the bear-man warriors are fierce again, those undead creatures still continue to march forward unwaveringly, and team after team of skeleton soldiers wave the weapons in their hands, and rush forward tirelessly and fearlessly, repeating the cycle of being scattered over and over again.

However, under the continuous impact of these skeleton soldiers, although the bearman warriors were not damaged, they also had to consume some physical strength after all, and with the continuous increase of broken bones on the battlefield, the bearman warriors not only did not advance a few steps, but continued to slowly retreat, so as not to trip over the broken bones on the ground.

"Damn the bones, shoot you, kill you, kill you!" a bear-man soldier wielding a giant iron shield may have been infected by the atmosphere of the battle, or he was depressed by the endless slaughter of skeletons. It suddenly let out a roar of rage as it fought, its entire body swelled outward, the stiff hairs on its body stood up like a mountain of needles, the muscles between its arms became thick and knotted, and its small mung bean eyes turned scarlet.

"Oh no! Saru's madness!" Catan screamed in horror as he heard the roar and looked up. It's a pity that after the orcs went berserk, they completely lost their minds, and if they didn't tear the enemy apart, they couldn't stop at all.

The mad bearman continued to roar and rushed out of the line of the bearman warriors, rushing headlong into the sea of skeletons, setting off one wave after another in the massive skeleton force. Unfortunately, there are not only skeleton soldiers in the Sea of Skeletons, but also many low-level lichs who are mixed in with it to command battles.

Soon, with a few flashes of magic ripples, the roar of the bearman came to an abrupt end, and the waves in the Sea of Skulls also returned to calm.