George knelt quietly on the cold wilderness, yes, he clearly felt the temperature of the wilderness earth, maybe it was just an illusion, the undead did not perceive it, but he still couldn't be sure. I could only hold back the words that were about to reveal the skeleton bones.

He was sure it wouldn't be a good decision to disturb the Skywalkers who were casting spells at this time, but seeing that the damn adventurers had already piled up a pile of white stones not far from the Valley of the Dead. Soon the white stone will turn into a stone that can't be gnawed.

George silently raised his head, a thick pitch-black hand bone stretched out from the altar, and the herald held a candle He had lost his breath for an unknown number of years, and the bones of the shocked lower body fell off.

This is the right hand of the Grim Reaper, damn it, this is the right hand of the Grim Reaper!

The pitch-black hand bones gradually rose, and at about the moment when the elbow was exposed, a powerful pressure suddenly descended on the Valley of the Dead, and the entire valley was silent, even the burning flames seemed to be still, and all the undead knelt down. Except for the tall figure standing in front of the altar.

"My friend, my companion, here is the battlefield you want, come quickly, come happily!" a whisper, which sounded like a roar in the herald's ears, and a shudder from the abyss of his soul made George prostrate on the cold earth of the wilderness, and he did not dare to move until a vibration was heard beneath him.

The commotion in the Valley of the Dead fell into the eyes of Salit Larsson, she was calm and calm, her cold lips were tightly pursed, and the sudden coercion in the Valley of the Dead caused a lot of commotion on the charging iron horsemen, but the commotion quickly subsided.

Is this an opportunity, or a trap, Salit Larsson hesitated. She was not a qualified commander after all, and it was the first time she had commanded a charge like this, and she could only judge the situation in front of her by her instincts. As an adventurer, the sudden chaos of the enemy may be an opportunity, but more often than not, it is a trap.

"Let's go meet Redbeard!" Salit Larsson's banner pointed to the other side of the Valley of the Dead, where the battle was going on, and countless warriors were scattered in the wilderness.

The black cavalry turned to another battlefield. There was a loud shout of killing. The faint starlight shimmered in the middle of the eternal night, and from time to time there was a violent tremor on the ground of the wilderness!

The sound of the horn came from the direction of the Valley of the Dead, and the sound of the horn was like a tide, and it never stopped. There was a great tremor in the wilderness, a sign of the dispatch of countless cavalry. "Defend, prepare to defend!" Salit Larsson lowered the visor from his head and raised his half-shield in his left hand.

A group of skeleton knights rushed down from the direction of Redbeard's position, his huge sabers, many of which were still dripping hot red blood from their blades. The expected head-on clash did not occur, and the two cavalry teams made a slight contact, leaving only a series of dazzling sparks on each other's shields, and the white skeleton horses disappeared into the wilderness behind the black iron horsemen of White Rock Town.

"No, the fortress, the newly built fortress is in danger!" Salit Larsson had a bad thought in his heart, the skeleton knight who had withdrawn from Redbeard's side actually left at the touch of a button, then their target must be the new fortress built by Morgride.

As soon as the banner in the white knight's hand turned, the black steel torrent swirled, drawing an arc across the wilderness, and one turned around and chased after the skeleton warhorse. The speed of the skeleton war horse was not at all slower than the speed of the horse in White Rock Town, and after this turn, the two sides had already opened up a considerable distance.

At this point, Salit Larsson could do nothing but whip her mount desperately, and of course she could pray that Mowglitte would hold out until the time they arrived.

Morgaret pulled out the Book of Elements, and at this time he didn't care so much. With a hum, a water elemental giant more than three meters tall appeared in the wilderness, and then the gray dwarf released the summoning spell, and at the moment when the elemental magic disappeared, the water elemental giant was about to disintegrate. "Quick, quick, pour water on the walls!"

There are a variety of building materials prepared by Baishi Town, but they are still based on moon stones, of course, they are inevitably mixed with a lot of wood and debris, but these are also excellent building materials. Those hollow substances, which are full of icy water, freeze solid, and become strong walls.

Boom, boom, thunderous horses' hooves in the distance. It was as if hundreds or thousands of horses were galloping together.

"Defense, speed defense!" Angela's eager voice rang out over the wilderness.

The adventurers who were building the city, as well as the spellcasters who were pouring the walls, jumped into the walls, and now the walls were already one and a half meters high, and although such a height was not intended to resist the charge of the skeleton cavalry, it was always better than resisting the charge of the cavalry with flesh and blood.

Boom, bang, one by one, clear water poured on the newly built city wall, the transparent liquid turned into white crystals at a speed visible to the naked eye, the city wall became stronger and stronger, and the skeleton cavalry got closer and closer.

"Aura, all aura!" Morgritte yelled at Angela, and then he pulled out the rulings from the spatial ring, the weapon he had built for Douglas, but at this time it was the best battlefield for rulings.

Morkriet knew that it would take time for water to turn into hard ice, and that the fourth fortress was most lacking in time, and that every second that was there was more hope at this time.

Instantly comprehended, she flicked her fingers, and the three auras on Morgritte's anger fell on the gray dwarf in turn, the power of the god of war, the shield of protection, and the power of the wind, the skeleton knight was getting closer and closer, and the roar of horses' hooves in the wilderness was getting louder and louder.

With a slight bolt of lightning, the white moose began to spin around the fortress like a bright light. Morwritte stretched out her ruling and gently picked up the adventurers who had not yet taken refuge in the fortress, and the latter rolled over and landed safely inside the fortress.

"Everyone, keep building the city, don't stop!" Mowglitte shouted loudly, and the gray dwarf stood outside the fortress's walls more than a meter high, as quiet as a stone statue.

The white iron knight drew closer, and the gray dwarf standing still suddenly moved.