To the north of Des City, the white snowy landscape of the past is gone, replaced by a black crowd. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info as far as the eye can see, stretching for thousands of meters until the end of the horizon.

Even a veteran of a lifetime has never seen such a powerful lineup.

Not to mention some soldiers who were not old enough, but the people next to them just patted them on the shoulder and didn't say much, because the next battle would make everyone's blood boil, where would they care about trembling?

The leader of the Underworld's first battle was the long-legged Bieber, an old and undead warrior with a high nose and a wide mouth, with thick curly hair, and although it was full of gray, it was still very powerful. It is not a simple person who can live to this age in the Dantouin Plateau.

Bieber has fought all his life, from an obscure soldier to a legion commander, the people around him are gradually dying, and new faces have changed batch after batch, and he is still alive, which in itself is a symbol of strength.

In his life, he fought many battles and battles, suffered defeats, and played triumphant war songs, and once escaped death, and his hands were stained with blood. However, people will grow old after all, and he doesn't want to die in a hospital bed, so in fact, no matter whether he wins or loses this battle, he can be regarded as having a beginning and an end.

He straightened his back and rode on the sand beast, looking at this majestic and magnificent city from afar, and his heart sighed with emotion, but he couldn't help but tremble slightly, was it fear?

Probably both!

All the underworldrs looked at the deserted walls in the distance, suppressing the restlessness in their hearts, knowing what kind of monsters they would face, because they had already experienced that fear when attacking the "Putser Line".

It's just that they still underestimate the power of the "Undead Barrier", and compared to it, the undead of the "Putser Line" are far inferior in both quantity and quality.

Thousands, or tens of thousands, these underground soldiers couldn't tell the difference, because all they could see was a sea of white skeletons!

As the strongest arrays scattered throughout the city lit up with a brilliant magical light, the outer city of skeletons began to reveal the horror of death to the army of underworlders. Dense skeletons stood up from the ground, from the walls, from every inch of lifeless space, their bones were thick and agile, and the soul fire in their eyes was blazing, not at all like the undead who had just been awakened by magic.

Dressed in bone armor and armed with bone swords, they quickly lined up in formation, swordsmen, guards, pikemen, archers, all kinds of troops. And from the position on both sides that were originally the knights' training grounds, a group of terrifying knights exuding great might also slowly stood up from the ground, and they once again rode their beloved war horses and raised their long knives to attack in formation!

There was indeed no one in the outer city, but the undead had already taken their places.

"It's rare for these bastards to get up and move, I'll go and scold them as usual! Otherwise, they won't be happy!hahaha!"

An undead man covered in armor stepped out of the crowd and jumped on a skeleton horse and flew away.

An undead man with a longbow walked up to the city wall without saying a word, his bow and arrows, ready to strike.

With the revival of the undead army, a group of undead people also scattered into it, some waiting for the opportunity to move, and some taking the lead in charging, which can not only comprehensively improve the combat power of the undead army, but also reduce the pressure on the center of the array.

"What are we going to do?" In a corner of the inner city, the four undead who were just able to make a table of mahjong gathered together, looked at the scattered undead, and continued to discuss in a low voice.

"What else can you expect to command an army with a thief's eyebrows?" said Cassias unceremoniously to Haverville.

"Then let's pick a legend to kill, kill ten or eight to complete the target, and then you can wash and sleep. Bai Huang held the back of his head with both hands, and began to tinker with his ghost idea again.

Haverville continued: "Is it another decapitation operation?

"Cut! I said no, I must be thinking about your instant death spell again, right?" Bai Huang said and walked out of the city, Haverville scolded twice with his pipe in his mouth, and followed quickly.

"Kill !!"

"Roar!!

On one side, the sound of killing shook the sky, but on the other hand, there was silence, only the sound of neat bone friction sounded.

Fighting against the undead is often the first test of the mind, because you will face the situation that even if you cut down your opponent, it will quickly get up and attack you again, and dying at the hands of someone who is already dead is undoubtedly a desperate thing to do, because you can't be sure if your death is worthwhile.

It's ridiculous and confusing, but that's what the underworld is facing. This fear has nothing to do with courage and has little effect on people with one tendon, but most people are still subconsciously affected.

However, the underground people also have the means to win, which is also where their confidence lies in this desperate bet - "blackening".

This enhancement method, which was judged by the owner of the black timepiece to be derived from "Twilight", which allows the user to improve his physical fitness in an all-round way, seems to be the result of the study of Heroic Spirits, and its effect is similar to that of madness, but it is more powerful. It does not have a negative effect on the mind after madness, but instead makes the user's mind more resilient.

Bieber knew the fear of facing the undead, so he did not hesitate to order everyone to fight with all their might, and the crowd that was already black and oppressive was even darker at this time, and it looked like a demon crawling out of the abyss from a distance.

They roared and crashed into the oncoming white wave, black and white instantly intertwined into a line of death. Countless undead were shattered, and the same countless underground people fell with a bang, and although they were bubbling black, their blood was bright red and hot, dripping on the snow, melting the ice and snow, and soon connecting into streams.

Death is what makes death the kingdom of death so fearful, and it is the root of their abhorrence.

But the same thing, in the eyes of the Des side, is the glory of their heartfelt pride and pride, because it is their ancestors who are guarding their descendants and guarding their homeland!

This particular culture of Brut has its origins, its unique historical process, and the guidance of a saint who does not want to be named. In fact, it is true that the Dead Nation has never used the power of death to invade any territory of other realms, and it has been so for hundreds of years. Because those who stand at the pinnacle of Brut's full strength know that once this power is used for aggression, then the entire continent will be plunged into war, and Brut will also go to the two extreme paths of self-destruction and extermination.

They always keep in mind the creed of death, and only when they know death will they be grateful for life. (To be continued.) )