Big fireball!" With Braidy's shout, the magicians in the magic group released a large fireball, and hundreds of large fireballs pierced the sky, which was not much different from the high-level magic meteor shower, only the attack angle was a little different. [No pop-up novel network]

The ghost dragon, which had turned gray, spread its bone wings and flew down diagonally, blocking the roaring firelight, and with a loud bang, the ghost dragon was blown to pieces, and the remaining several large fireballs passed through the exploding fire cloud and hit the necromancers respectively, but unfortunately, they were blocked by the bone shield.

In fact, the magic scroll that can summon the ghost dragon out of thin air is very precious, under normal circumstances, most of the scrolls that release such a precious are to kill difficult opponents, just to make up for the mistakes made, it is a bit wasteful, but the necromancer is not in the mood to regret at the moment, and screamed: "Hurry up!" Before the words fell, he was the first to turn around, and he saw a young swordsman holding a fire element sword flying towards him.

"Let's go?" An Fei's tone was soft, but there was a chilling fierce light in his eyes, and his left hand suddenly pulled out another long sword from his waist and pointed forward.

The thunder reappeared, and twisted arcs of lightning poured down from the air, like thousands of vicious whips, frantically pumping towards those necromancers.

When An Fei and Suzanne held their wedding, the great alchemist Jacob only gave An Fei a bottle of aphrodisiac potion, not that Jacob was too stingy, An Fei accepted too many gifts that day, and Jacob didn't want to join in the fun, so he made a harmless joke with An Fei. But after the outbreak of the War of the Dead, out of concern for the future. At the same time, in order to protect some promising young people, Jacob spent a lot of energy to tailor a magic sword for Anfei, a magic sword that can release a chain of lightning.

It took a lot of precious materials to build this magic sword, but Jacob didn't mention it, because he didn't do it in return, otherwise he wouldn't have handed over the magic sword to An Fei, there are so many powerful people or rich people on the continent that anyone who gives it to anyone can get a return that far exceeds the investment.

Those necromancers released their magic shields in time. But under the repeated whipping of the thunder, the magic shield collapsed one after another, and the electricity swept through their bodies mercilessly.

The lightning is mediocre and has a chance to inflict paralysis. However, the odds are pitifully low, the arc can be 100% paralyzing, but the power is negligible, and the chain lightning is a hybrid enhancement of these two magics. Not only is it extremely powerful, but it is also an area attack, and it can cause 100% paralysis.

The lightning hadn't gone away, and the five necromancers had already fallen down like stones. Even if they're not dead now, they can't control the elements from the effect of total body paralysis.

Anfei hurried closer, and the magic sword was already in its sheath. The flaming sword in his right hand flicked. A pale orange tongue of fire more than 20 meters long swept across the sky. The five necromancers instantly turned into a ball of fire and smashed to the ground. It turned into a bomb again, and it was still burning and debris flying everywhere, and it also affected a lot of zombies.

"Protect Warner!" Anfei shouted, turning his head and rushing in Susanna's direction.

On another battlefield, seeing the endless number of undead creatures, Fernando felt overstretched, he supported a third of Amphi's priests and knights, usually nothing, and now finally ushered in the Armageddon he wanted, only to find that he was seriously understaffed.

More than fifty miles east of the main battlefield, a group of knights numbering about 20,000 were standing quietly in the night, led by a young girl, whose face was full of strong contrast with age, even contradictory solemnity.

Suddenly, several small black dots appeared in the air and came down in a circle, and several griffon knights jumped off their mounts, scurried to the girl, and whispered something.

"Raise the flag!" the girl said lightly.

At this moment, An Fei had no way of knowing what had changed in the rear, and right now, he was bent on breaking out. After killing those necromancers, An Fei has been unleashing his induction to the maximum, and he thinks that the necromancer will not watch him kill him, and there must be a follow-up move.

In the end, something unexpected happened to An Fei, not only did no necromancer rush to support, but even those undead knights broke away from the battle group, which was tantamount to willingly getting out of the way.

It wasn't until dawn that Warner retrieved the scroll of redemption after making sure there were no more undead creatures around, his magic was still abundant, but his spirit was insufficient, yawning after yawning. The mercenaries didn't have time to set up a makeshift camp, or even to vent the joy of the rest of their lives, so they sat down in the snow one by one and began to nap, the place was still dangerous, and they had to continue their journey after resting.

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More hardship, enjoy the blessings, that is after the completion of the shou. The mercenaries rested but Shanna and the others couldn't rest, and so did the captains of Ozgucci and Himpella, first of all, they had to count all the losses in recent days.

When he first occupied Zenglin City, An Fei's mercenaries had exceeded four thousand, and now the statistics show that the number is more than two thousand six hundred, that is to say, after defending Seven Heavens City, they have almost lost 1,500 mercenaries, which is equivalent to destroying more than half of the brilliant achievements of integrating other mercenaries these days, you know, when An Fei walked out of Moramachi Town, there were more than 1,700 mercenaries under his command, and now they have only expanded to more than 900 people.

Everyone's face is a little unsightly, but there is one thing that cannot be ignored, the effect caused by the natural law of survival of the fittest! Now among the more than 2,600 mercenaries, there is not a single beginner-level professional, and the lowest is also a middle-level swordsman, and most of them are veritable high-level swordsmen, as for how many of them can become swordsmen, and how many have no development, this cannot be counted, but in terms of average strength, the elite degree of the mercenary group even exceeds that of the Death Roar Legion.

Looking at this statistic, An Fei couldn't help but be moved, the potential of the mercenary country is indeed amazing, if so many swordsmen are dedicated to fighting guerrillas, it is no wonder that the Alison Empire at that time has returned.

In fact, there is nothing strange about this, no matter how small the mercenary group is, it will have its own backbone, otherwise it will be difficult to survive, when the war of the dead broke out, they were besieged in the city, and they were bound to unite with each other, and those who could survive to the end were often the backbone of each mercenary group. The law of survival of the fittest is cruel and realistic, in this troubled world, strength comes first, and other factors do not play a decisive role, luckily, this time you were rescued, will someone save you next time? In the face of the overwhelming influx of undead creatures, there is no way to use any ingenuity. As for stealing and cheating, and not working hard, unless the mercenaries in the city who fought bloodily were fools, they would be found out sooner or later, and there was no need to do anything, as long as they were deprived of rations and the treatment of all the soldiers, they would have starved to death these days.

Defending Zenggreen City is a large-scale screening, which can be seen from the losses of each regiment, Himpella's sixth regiment has the smallest loss, less than a hundred people, but the first regiment of Özgüch has lost nearly three hundred people, a full half, and Thomson's newly formed seventh regiment was originally a miscellaneous soldier, Thomson has not even recognized the names of his mercenaries, but his regiment only lost more than twenty mercenaries, in the final analysis, his mercenaries are all strong men who have survived a hundred battles.

Confirming that there was no one to pursue, and that there was a mountain range ahead, and that he could immediately hide in the mountains in case of danger, An Fei simply stayed for a while longer, and reassigned the unorganized mercenaries to the regiments.

There were now four regiments, each with nearly seven hundred mercenaries, which was larger than when they first left Moramachi, and there was one more Thomson's seventh regiment.

Himpella's expression was very calm, she herself was a high-level swordsman, and there was no problem with her personal prestige, plus the group was ironclad, so she could easily digest the mercenaries assigned to her. Ozjuch doesn't care, he thinks he is An Fei's first henchman, and he has Ye, a wise assistant, so he is really not afraid of trouble, it really can't be done, ask An Fei to help him say a word, what can't be solved?

Thomson's expression was very relaxed, because he was also a latecomer, and in the minds of the mercenaries who joined later, he had a sense of identity with him, plus his mercenary group was reduced very little, and the number of people who were replenished was limited, and the prestige established by fighting side by side for a long time could not be easily shaken.

Only Orsi frowned, his regimental losses were not as many as Ozjuki, but they were also very serious, and the number of mercenaries who were added in later exceeded his old subordinates, and the most troublesome thing for him was that there were two middle-level sword masters among them, who turned out to be the leaders of the mercenary group, although in this catastrophe, their subordinates died or scattered, and almost became the commander of the light pole, but their strength is still there, and now they deign to be below themselves, which may cause trouble. In terms of strength, he is not as good as Himpella, in terms of cronies, he is not as good as Ozjuchi, and he does not have a good assistant like Ye, so he can only deal with it on his own.

No matter who is happy and who is sad, the road always has to go on, and when the sun is rising, An Fei took the mercenary group to the northeast and went straight to the headquarters of the mercenary group of the Brotherly Alliance. And south of Zenglin, a battle that could almost decide the pattern of the mercenary country has entered the white heat, but the balance is gradually tilting against the necromancer, the undead creatures can exert their maximum combat effectiveness at night, if they do not achieve decisive results at night, then it is difficult to say during the day, unless they can survive the day under the onslaught of two armies at any cost.