Battles between legends, it is difficult for ordinary fighters to get involved in them. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Because they tend to come and go like the wind, they are not afraid of ordinary swords and arrows, just like the battle between Cassias and Fire at this time, although the two come and go, it seems to be unremarkable, but even the strongest brute bull warriors once they get close to the center of the battlefield, they will be pierced through their bodies and minds by the sharp sword qi and sword momentum, and they will die worthless.

However, there are still people in the army of underworldns who can influence the outcome of the battle. After the sudden attack, the center of the entire legion also sensed the commotion in the rear, and sent half of the senior professionals, that is, five squads with a total of fifty people, to the rear to support.

But their response was also in Bai Huang's plan, and a whimpering and mournful sound accompanied by a misty death aura raged among the army of underground, and at the same time involved most of the supporters.

Compared to Cassias's brilliant sword skills and Haverville's simple and brutal fighting style, Marilyn's methods are tepid. Even ordinary soldiers who were shrouded in death did not suffer much damage, but their spirits began to have problems.

Marilyn was known as the "Dream Weaver" and now the "Nightmare Weaver", and there is no doubt that she is adept at killing people through invisible mental spells, and after becoming an undead, this talent has become more powerful, especially when dealing with hordes of enemies, and the chaos and damage she can cause are more terrifying than the other two legends combined.

If no one stopped her, it wouldn't be too difficult to annihilate such a 10,000-strong army, but the underworld weren't idiots, and this wasn't a lawn mowing game. At this time, the legend of another legion less than twenty kilometers away from them had already rushed to the scene after being summoned, and after all, a group of soldiers had undergone special response training, and quickly moved away from the range of the dead air, and opened the formation, exchanging space for time, and buying time for the legend's support.

And the special forces shrouded in the fog of death are not without the ability to resist, although there are indeed more "mentally retarded" people among them, but they are also equipped with professionals who can resist and disarm mental spells.

However, ordinary soldiers are not so lucky, although they have a stronger will than ordinary people, but they are only in a trance for a moment, and then the same "immunity" fails, falling into the nightmare that Marilyn has prepared for them, and losing themselves.

A bull warrior covers his mouth and nose in alarm, but it is useless, for this is not a physical psychedelic drug, but a magical mist containing death. A gray mist enveloped him, and a wave of drowsiness invaded his limbs and rushed into his heart, making his eyelids as if they had been filled with lead. He tried his best to resist and hold on, but he finally closed his eyes.

However, he did not die, not into "eternal sleep", but had a dream, a beautiful nightmare.

In the dream, he saw his dead wife, who twisted herself in a feigned rage, telling him not to be in a daze, and to go to work in the fields, while he was stupidly touching his head in the sun, just giggling vigorously, and at his feet a little girl with a red face was holding his thigh, looking up and smiling and calling to herself.

It was a "Dad~" that I hadn't heard before.

It was her own daughter who died in that dark underworld.

He wanted to wake up, but he always sank into it, sunrise and rest, immersed in a happy life that existed only in dreams. But all this is illusory after all, when he wakes up, everything in front of him turns into a rotten and smelly quagmire and corpses, and he watches his wife and daughter slowly fall in front of him, quickly decay into bones, and finally weathered into a pile of corpse sand.

He, collapsed!

Dreams are just dreams after all, and only a moment has passed in reality, his tired eyes are closed, and the bottom of his eyes has been covered with a layer of desperate gray, the brute bull warrior has become a nightmare warrior, full of tyrannical death, he will fight for his new master before his life is exhausted, until he dies!

"Roar!!

A low, inhuman-like roar came out of his mouth, and a high-ranking professional was caught off guard by a sharp sword. Even though she is a legend, it is not so easy for Marilyn to rely on a wide range of mental spells to control those high-level classes, so she simply turns to interference and let those nightmare warriors execute, such a tactic has caused staggering casualties to the special forces in the blink of an eye.

And at this time, they didn't even find Marilyn's body.

The high-level professionals outside the fog were in trouble at this time, with their current numbers, it was difficult to play a decisive role in the legendary battle, but the strange fog in front of them made them not confident that they could quickly rescue the personnel inside, and the situation of the legend on the other side was already in danger.

At this time, the commander of the Underground Man Legion quickly cleared up the current chaotic situation, and after a little thought, he knew that only five squads could not make an immediate difference, so he decisively let the remaining five squads join the battle.

With precautions, Marilyn's Nightmare Fog doesn't have much effect on these pre-blessed team members, and their joint dispersal is gradually weakening the power of the fog, allowing more people to get out of trouble.

But a new change happened again, and they saw a large area of dark green dead air filling the battlefield, and the vigilant underground soldiers dodged the sudden swirling dead air, and what made them suspicious was that these condensed dead qi did not have any intention of attacking, and they appeared on the battlefield in pieces.

And it can be easily dispelled, and it seems that it is just a trick for the enemy to try to involve the special forces.

However, in the next moment, they knew the effect of these dead gases. I saw a group of skeleton soldiers coming out of the diffuse dead air, and this dense exaggerated number surprised the people underground, and even had a brief panic.

However, they soon discovered that most of these skeletons were brittle like muffins, and that a single fist could often break them apart, and while this amount was indeed a bit exaggerated, it did not pose any threat to the vanguard of the Underworld, not even a problem.

At this time, all the special forces that were still alive had been rescued from the nightmare fog, and except for the three squads that were left behind to restrain mental spells and death, all the rest rushed straight to the legendary battlefield.

So they didn't realize that there was an undead who was quietly walking in the shadow of death under the cover of the skeleton army. (To be continued.) )