How many times has the siege been highlighted? Sandru didn't bother to think about it. He just walked aimlessly through the valleys and the dense forests, no longer caring where he was and where he was going.

But he also smelled the stench of the decaying bodies of the undead, and the stench was strong.

Sandru frowned: Damn, do you have to put me to death?!

He held out his hands to a boulder, and a flock of perched vultures immediately flapped their wings and croaked and flew into the sky.

The dark magic of the undead is actually somewhat similar to the blood magic of the witches, but the dark magic is more focused on controlling the necromancy, while the blood magic is about controlling ferocious monsters with living life.

With so many pairs of piercing eyes to help him watch, he immediately figured out his current situation.

The situation must have been very bad! He had not been able to get rid of the pursuers, and there were a large number of ambushes in front of him.

As for the sides of the body, it is a bottomless cliff!

How did I walk on the ridge?, Sandru smiled wryly.

Maybe it's better to walk along the ridge, as the altitude increases, there is much less vegetation covering the mountains. Those lush trees are no longer able to stop him, but are trampled under his feet!

If you jump, you will definitely be able to escape from the encirclement, provided that you have wings, otherwise you can only fight your way out!

Forward, I must move forward!Even if I die, I must die as a hero who has received the fire!Sandru took a deep breath and clenched his fists.

I will fight to defend my honor! Although both the humans and the undead have abandoned me, and perhaps in the future they will spit on the ground when they talk about me, but they must understand that I, Sandru, are powerful, strong enough to be feared!

The ridge is not very wide, and at most five or six horses can run side by side.

How can five or six cavalrymen stop me Sandru?!

Sandru didn't turn around, but strode forward.

Dear Monica, dear children, please don't go too far! Have you found the point of no return?If you continue to wander on the banks of the river of suffering, wait for me, I will soon be able to meet you again! Now that I have seen everything, I promise to leave everything behind as long as I can be with you!

Monica, can you forgive me? I promise to be with you and our children every day, and nothing can separate us as a family!

"Look, that's our Lord Sandru, the commander-in-chief of the Eastern Corps!" a mocking voice came from ahead.

A few voices laughed in unison.

"How do I look at him like a defeated rooster?"

"No, he should be a lost dog at this moment!"

"Yes, it would be best to call him the Lost Dog!"

Sandru looked up. Among the group of people standing in front of him, the one in the middle he knew, the former commander-in-chief of the Northern Legion, the necromancer Steve! As for the rest, he didn't bother to take a look, but some sloppy and flattering little people!

"Are you good, Steve?" Sandru sneered, "What about your army of the undead of ten legions? Not to mention that there are only a few people left! I am incompetent, at least stronger than you! I have conquered the whole of Dia, and my army has grown from four legions that originally entered Dia to ten legions!"

"What about your ten legions? I don't see a single soldier following you except you, alone!"

"Tell me, you keep chasing me all the way, is it the master's intention, or is it that boy from Clauvis?"

"Does that matter? Clauvis is now the commander-in-chief of the army of the undead, and he fully represents any will of his master! But now he doesn't seem to care about your life or death, he cares more about your cursed armor and the ghost king's cloak!"

"I didn't expect the mighty and proud Steve to listen to a stinky boy and willingly act as a lackey for him!"

"You don't have to mess with me, Sandru!" Steve smiled, "He's remembering your gear, and I care if your head is still around your neck!"

"Come on, then!" Sandru hastily drew his Dark Magic Sword, "Let's settle everything the traditional way, Steve, I ask for a duel with you!"

"I'm not going to fight you!" Steve shook his head, "Because I don't want to fulfill your heroic name! I'd rather see you torn to shreds by a bunch of weak, filthy zombies! How will those wandering bards tell the legend of your Sandru? I'm sure everyone who hears this story will be very surprised - who would have thought that the mighty Sandru would die at the hands of a group of smelly zombies, haha, that's ridiculous!"

"I'm sorry, Steve, forgive me for disappointing you, because you'll never hear a story like this!" Sandru began to roar and charge like a wounded lion!

Sandru's furious rampage is still far from Steve, and a horde of horror knights has already rushed out from Steve's back!

The sharp whistling of the sword cutting through the air was heard immediately, and the splintering sound of the sword slashing into the musculoskeletal!

"Hey, this kid ......" Steve exclaimed, "How can there be a horror knight to help him?

No one answered his question. Because everyone was stunned!

Every necromancer from the north has seen the invincibility of the Death Judge firsthand, but Sandru in front of him seems to be no less than him!

Every time he swung his sword, the undead warriors who were shrouded in the cold sword wind would immediately turn against him and start swinging their swords at their own kind!

Is this violent and demagogic? If so, why don't you see him chanting in Sanskrit?

A large group of rebellious undead knights surrounded the trapped Sandru, and gradually approached Steve. From time to time, some undead knights will crash down the cliff with the stumbling Nether Warhorse!

"Trap him!!," Steve shouted. He was secretly happy in his heart, thanks to the fact that he was not impulsive, he was stupid enough to gladly accept Sandru's duel challenge, otherwise he would definitely make a fool of himself!

The sun was setting to the west, and the shadow of Sandru's hands and feet was getting longer and longer, and he had already killed him!

He couldn't use any magic! Every time his prayer began, he was mercilessly interrupted by Steve and the people around him!

Damn it, Steve, you coward!" Sandru shouted in a rage.

The ridge is full of undead. As soon as Sandru stopped swinging his sword, he would be squeezed together by the swarming undead until he couldn't breathe!

His mental power is strong enough to control the limited number of undead warriors around the warband, but he can't control the wand-wielding corpse witch kings in the distance!

Every time the Corpse Witch King waved his staff in unison, a large cloud of putrid corpse poison immediately enveloped him, making him unable to breathe at all!

Although he has cursed armor, the terrifying curse that comes with the curse armor can't affect these lifeless undead!

Possessed by evil curses, weakened, impending catastrophe, advanced and sluggish, the continuous vicious curses are enough to make any powerful army instantly incapacitated, but the undead are fearless and tireless, because they are cursed evil spirits themselves!

"Sandru, are you exhausted?" Steve gloated, "Get down on your knees, stop resisting! I'll cut off your head with a sword to make you suffer less!"

Have you noticed, there are fewer and fewer undead warriors you can control! Oh, you are so cunning, you actually made a Hercules shield while I was talking!

Well, even if the Aegis Hercules can fend off the attacks in front of you, will you be able to dodge the Witch King's long-range shots?

The Aegis Hercules can only help you breathe a sigh of relief...... It seems that after a few attacks, the Hercules shield is gone, right? Then you have to use mana to make up for it!

You're going to get weaker and weaker, and you're going to collapse and die! Well, what am I going to do with your body? Well, let's use the old way! I'll dismember your corpse and throw it all over the world, so that your soul will never rest in peace! Your soul will wander around forever, never to find its way back!"

Sandru didn't have the energy to talk back. He gasped heavily, the Dark Sword in his hand swinging more and more slowly, sweat running down his back, and the Grim Reaper's boots were already soaked with sweat, causing his feet to slip.

"Sandru, you're crumbling and about to fall!" Steve's gloating voice came again: "But I still admire you very much! I brought a legion to chase you, and the first few times you asked you to defeat one of my brigades, this time it was another one! But I still have eight brigades, I hope you still have the strength to continue to kill!"

Sandru stumbled on his feet, and he was half-on his knees, struggling to support his body with the Dark Magic Sword.

"Come on, Steve, come and take my head with your own hands, and don't let me die at the hands of these filthy undead!" Sandru spat out, which was already covered in blood.

"Are you begging me?" Steve jumped off his horse, drawing his sword as he went.

"Say your last words!" Steve put the blade on Sandru's shoulder and said contemptuously, "At the last moment of leaving this world, let us hear what regrets you still have!

"Steve...... Please give me the honor that a hero deserves, and let me die a glorious death like a warrior......"

"Are you saying that I will plunge a sword into the back of your neck, cut off your central nerves and spine, and eventually reach your heart?

Sandru laughed, and it grew louder and louder.

"What are you laughing at?" said Steve, angrily.

"I'm laughing at you for being stupid!" Sandru was already out of breath laughing: "If I wanted to cut off the enemy's head, I wouldn't have so much nonsense with him!"

"You ......"

Sandru didn't allow him to utter another word! The rock under his feet burst into pieces and flew up! His body was like an arrow from the string, knocking the bewildered Steve off the cliff!

The necromancers were stunned! They poked their heads into the edge of the cliff and saw two rapidly descending figures cut through the mist that swirled halfway up the mountainside, and then vanished!

And, of course, Sandru's laughter and Steve's screams of horror!