The crow on Corinnal's shoulder hissed and flew toward the narrow valley in the distance.

The wind was howling in his ears, the air was cold and biting, and the breath of men and horses steamed in the air and turned into white smoke. The sky was gray, and the scene in front of me was like a gray painting.

"Don't stop, we have to keep going, those vampires are here. I'm going to catch it, kill it, and burn it to ashes!"

Corinnal growled, his eyes narrowed and he looked ahead, a canyon that looked like a ray of sky. The snow crushed the branches, making a loud noise. It's like a flood that bursts its banks.

"But there was no light ahead. ”

The Knight of the North complained. They've been tracking vampires for more than ten days, but the monsters seem to be going around in circles with them, teasing them. Harness their almost endless strength and stamina.

"Which vampire have you ever seen that use fire? The night is their main battleground, I've fought these monsters all my life, and I know their properties. I know where they're going. ”

Corinnell roared. His scythe was on the verge of bursting into flames.

"You've been fighting monsters all your life, and so am I! This is the North, not the Empire, I know the climate here, the environment here, the grass and trees here, I grew up here, and I've fought with beastmen and undead here!"

Enraged by the violent temper of the Moore priest, the Knight of the North stood up straight, not taking a single step back. At the critical moment, Dafort arrived and asked the two to be separated first.

"Brother, we are all comrades-in-arms who share life and death, and there is no need to fight for this little thing. Corinnell, your temper is a little short-tempered, and what we know, and what we have, doesn't mean that others have or have experienced it. You have to be patient, at least in your tone. ”

Dafort turned around and grabbed his colleague and said. He had preached and fought in this land. He knew what kind of character the people were like. They will not allow anyone to disrespect them, let alone trample on their dignity.

"There are footprints!"

Just as the two of them were arguing, the cavalry found footprints in the valley, which were left in the hidden snow, and although they were blurred by the wind and snow, the footprints of some large beasts were still faintly recognizable.

Corinnal immediately strode over, his equipment clanging. The thick package contained all sorts of strange alchemy potions, which were his weapons against vampires.

"As I said, they're here. ”

"So what? Those monsters aren't afraid of the cold, but we're humans, and we're afraid of the cold. ”

"Hmph, a northerner actually said that he was afraid of the cold. ”

Even though it turns out that the vampire is in front of them, the quarrel between the two continues. As a last resort, Dafort could only let Corinnal lead a small group of people as the vanguard to advance first, and the others fought steadily and rested enough before marching.

A few hours later, Corinnal and a group of black-robed guards arrived in a valley. The cold wind was howling all around, and the snowflakes became denser, and the bodies of the black-robed guards were dyed white by the snowflakes. They hide their faces under black hoods, revealing only a pair of eyes staring around.

"Something is wrong. ”

Corinnal made a stop gesture in front of him. He could feel it, like a lynx, sniffing out the uneasy breath in the air. It is the smell of decay and withering.

Not far away, a grim white bone hand reached out of the snow, holding the ground with its withered fingers, and lifted half of its body from the snow. new world

"It's the undead!"

Someone in the crowd shouted.

Looking in the direction of the guard's shout, Corinnal saw an undead who had been forcibly summoned. Its flesh and blood had rotted, and all that remained was its bones. Bones made up its shattered body, staggering towards the ranks of the living.

Moreover, it is not a ...... More and more skeletons crawled out of the ground, some still wearing the armor and clothing of their previous lives, and holding rusty weapons and decaying shields.

"This was once an ancient battlefield!"

Corinnal judged from this. However, it is already difficult to kill it. Obviously, this is a trap for the undead. Skeleton zombies are unconscious, but vampires who summon control them do. Not only are they self-aware, but they are also powerful intelligent beings.

Corinnal only felt that he was underestimating his opponent, the vampires of Kislev were no weaker than the vampires of the Empire, and even, due to the prevalence of the winds of death in the Northern Kingdom, the vampires could use more power.

In the blink of an eye, the number of undead creatures that appeared around the team had reached hundreds, and even some were dead Kislev knights, along with their skeletal horses, who had risen from the snow. Under the heavy iron armor helmet was a pair of blood-red eyes.

"Defensive formation!"

Corinnal shouted.

It shattered a vial of alchemy, sprinkled phosphorus powder on its weapon, and the death scythe immediately ignited a raging flame, and in the ice and snow, it was extremely red-eyed.

The first undead skeleton rushed up and was brought down by Duffert's bow and arrow, which shot into its skull, and a faint light exploded through the skull's head, and the staggering skeleton soldier fell into the snow. The second and third skeletons fell one after the other under the squad members' ranged weapons. Taking advantage of the interval between shootings, the black-robed guards quickly assembled and formed a circular position, with the warriors shoulder to shoulder, close to each other, not exposing their backs to the enemy. This was the only way, and they had to wait until reinforcements arrived before they had any hope of rushing out. Fortunately, the large army was not too far away, and they repaired for a day or two at most, and Corinnal and Dafort believed that with the combat power of the black-robed guards, it would not be a problem to hold out for a day or two.

At least, these undead weren't high-level creatures.

One by one, they moved stiffly, much slower than they had been before.

"Let the flames purify everything!"

Corinnal shouted, tossing a bottle of concentrated oil into the crowd of skeletons, then set it on fire with a lit feather arrow. There was a sudden explosion in the cold air, and the flames spread out from the center, setting off a wave of air that knocked more than a dozen skeleton soldiers to the ground, and at the same time, the skeleton zombies closest to the center of the explosion were directly shattered by their bodies. The shattered bones exploded into the sky, falling with the snowflakes.

However, the violent explosion did not stop these skeleton zombies from advancing, and there was no fear in their numb and dull eyes, and there was only absolute obedience to the vampire master.

"I think we've come to the right place!"

Corinnal shouted triumphantly in the midst of his predicament. He was as excited as a boy in his first love, swinging the weapon in his hand and cutting down one skeleton after another. harvested, let him feel the thrill of revenge. He will never forget the tragic death of his parents at the hands of vampires. It was a pain that hung over his heart for the rest of his life. For Corinaire, the only purpose of the rest of life is revenge, slashing more vampires and destroying all the undead......

"As I said, the situation in Kislev is much worse than we thought, and I didn't lie to you, brother!" Duffert waved his longbow and swept the enemy in front of him, talking to his comrades. "What happened to Rod and I in Kislev was much worse than it is now!"

"The Knights should fight until the country is completely liberated, and I must see that bloody Caterina die with my own eyes!"

The roars of the two echoed through the ice and snow of the North.