Before the corpse could stiffen, it was as white as paper, its hands drooping, its feet folded back, its head tilted back in an eerie position, blood still pouring out of his pricked throat, and it looked like a white pig had been planted on the ground as a trophy. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Elio rode over behind the corpse, even if he was used to seeing dead people, he had seen his nephew order someone to peel off the whole piece of human skin and sew it up, and when he saw the human face, he couldn't help but cover his mouth and frown.

"It's the scout who just reported the news. "These commanders who have no battlefield experience are starting to get nervous.

Kassel-Duna's face turned a little pale, drew his sword, and said in a low voice, "The dead man just said that civilians were blocking the way. ”

"I'm afraid there's an ambush. Count Grek of Black Wind said.

"Someone is demonstrating against us. Viscount Cato of Ershi Fort postscripted.

These two men each led two legions of 1,200 men.

Elio was furious - he had a large army to back him up, and he was confident that no one would be able to defeat the Southern Expeditionary Army unless all the princes of the empire joined forces to ambush them.

I don't know who dared to be so provocative.

Elio drew his sword and eagle vulture, ordered his army to move quickly, and ordered the scouts to search around.

However, except for the impaled dead, there was no more than half a figure, and the sound of rustling was getting closer and closer, as if countless rats were burrowing under the rotting leaves, but there was no trace of the beast.

After the forward troops, about 2,000 men, had entered the woods, numerous raised clods of earth, about the height of a horse's legs, suddenly appeared on the ground, and these clods surrounded the army closely.

Some of the brave soldiers tried to pierce the dirt bags under the fallen leaves with their swords and spears, but the earth bags were as nimble as snakes under attack, and they scurried between the legs of their horses, and neither the sword nor the spear could attack them.

"The earth is alive. Someone said in horror: "Our enemy is not man. ”

"Could it be a mage? No way—a mage is not an enemy of the Imperial Army. Others comfort themselves.

"Maybe it's the rebels' realm mage. ”

"Cowards, the power of the Sanctuary is in the rear, and they use their riding skills to support us in the blink of an eye. ”

After all, these small dirt bags alone were not lethal, and the people lowered their voices and stabbed their swords and spears into the ground.

Then they heard a muffled chanting sound coming from all corners of the woods, like a myriad of iron sand rolling through the mountains and forests, making people's scalps tingle.

"It's people, but they're not chanting hymns. "Some of them turned pale.

"Aha, I'm just pretending to be a ghost. A swordsman angrily cut a deep mark in the ground with his sword, but the clods of earth beside his horse's hooves slipped nimbly away.

The commanders hurriedly ordered the signal corps to report to the Sanctuary Army, and the team of 8,000 men broke through to deliver the alarm, which would take a quarter of an hour.

The chanting grew more and more intense, like a thick hemp rope rubbing back and forth in people's nerves, and then the raised clods of earth gradually deformed and crawled out of the rotten leaves, and the sound of clattering and whining sounded all around, like countless babies crying.

The cries were distracting, and to their horror, they discovered that at some point there were countless faceless brown clay figurines, very short but nimble on all fours. The horses of the forward troops were densely packed with these small monsters.

They are extremely fast, and although crowded, they are rarely trampled on by horses' hooves, and neither swords nor spears are their match.

The dwarf clay figurines quickly climbed up the horse's legs and climbed up to the horseman's body with such speed that they were so powerful that two or three clay figures could break a horseman's hand. Like worms with marrow, they held the hands and feet of the ironclad cavalrymen, crawled on their heads, held on to the places where they could bend, and twisted them vigorously.

Calvin, the cavalryman, was dressed in armor that could not damage him with a bow or spear, but at this moment he swung his sword quickly in fear, trying to drive the faceless clay man wrapped around his horse's legs.

However, no matter how much he flapped, the clay figures still made a clattering sound and quickly climbed upwards. Two clay figures climbed up to his feet like a jack pendant, and he tried his best to kick and beat with his steel boots, but he couldn't do any damage to these ugly monsters.

Then Calvin felt a sharp pain that caused him to howl in his iron helmet, which almost pierced his own eardrums—for two clay figures climbed up again, one around his waist, and the other lifted his iron booted leg and bent it back one hundred and eighty degrees to the level of his spine as Calvin swung his sword desperately.

The hard iron armor on the legs wrinkled like pieces of paper under the strong thrust.

He almost fainted in pain, but another pain brought him back to his senses - his other leg was concocted in the same way.

He almost rolled over and dismounted, but the clay figure that bound him was stuck to the horse's back like a steel bar, and his shoulder socket was also broken back ninety degrees, and now he looked like a folded rectangular steel plate with an armored head embedded in it.

Calvin, however, was still conscious, and he hissed and roared, blood seeping out of his throat, his ears buzzing, and his nerves burning as if they had been burned with a soldering iron.

This did not alleviate his pain, and then he felt a heavy piece of lead wrap around his skull, completely obscuring his vision - it was actually the clay man holding his helmet, and the roar stopped as the steel grinded against him.

Calvin's head was also flipped back one hundred and eighty degrees, resting lightly on the silver armor of his cervical spine. Now this folded square steel plate is finally perfect.

"Let the Sanctuary deal with these demons!" Elio and his lieutenants shouted as they turned pale and shouted under the sworn escort of the cavalry.

The former Prime Minister had never seen such a strange scene.

He watched with his own eyes as these ant-like clay figurines hung one by one on the bodies of men and horses, some of which broke their horses' legs, and the cavalry fell to the ground like a heavy iron plate, and the dense clay figurines tore and split them into pieces of steel flesh.

And those who stick to the horseback are no better, if they can't shake off the monsters that keep crawling on them, they can only dismember like grasshoppers dragged into an ant's nest.

In less than a moment, the place where the forward troops were besieged, apart from the soil, was blood.

"Devil, it must be the devil!" Elio shouted, and the surviving soldiers around him frantically swung their swords to peel off the clay monsters, shouting "God bless!"

The screams were incessant, mixed with cries of despair, the warriors struggled, and the army that had not fallen into the encirclement did not dare to rush forward, but the help of the Sanctuary was delayed.