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Bai Huang didn't know if he was an angel with broken wings in his previous life, but he clearly realized that he couldn't fly now, so as soon as he was excited, he fell a from the ten-meter-high parapet wall very coolly, saying that he was cool because he landed with his face, and he fell directly, and he was completely lying on the ground.

On the parapet, three black lines appeared on the first three of Christina, pretending to look around at the scenery, indicating that she did not know such a funny undead.

Let's ignore Bai Huang, the wonder of the immortals.

The army of the undead outside Xifeng Town had already begun to line up under the orders of the Psychic Tower, and more than 2,000 skeletons were in a team of hundreds, building a line of defense outside the town with no end in sight.

Some people may say that such a bunch of skeletons that seem to fall down at the touch of a button, and the number does not occupy an absolute advantage, how can they resist the thousands of demonic beasts led by the lord.

Then the next way of fighting as a psychic will surely leave you dumbfounded.

As a profession unique to the Kingdom of Brut and hated by the generals and commanders of countless kingdoms and alliances, psychics are actually very weak in personal combat power, but they have become the kings of war after giving up all offensive and defensive magic, specializing in undead summoning, spiritualism, undead manipulation and various enhanced weakened status spells. And towns and fortresses with psychic towers are a nightmare for enemies.

In the distance, the black beast tide could be faintly seen on the horizon, and at the same time, Roland, who presided over the magic circle of the Psychic Tower, and a group of necromancers also began their exclusive performance time.

"Collective Undead Bounty!" The soul fire in the eye sockets of all skeletons was a little more agile, and they gained momentary consciousness and wisdom.

"Swarm bones strengthened!" the shattered bones glowed brightly.

"Mass undead armament!" The skeletons in the front row have more swords and shields in their hands, and the skeletons in the back row have become archers, although there are only more simple weapons, but the combat effectiveness has not increased a little, but this is only the beginning.

"The power of the group has been strengthened!"

"The crowd is smart and fast!"

"Shoot with precision!"

"Crowd Evil Fanaticism!"

"Bloodthirsty Attack!"

......

When the first demonic beast entered the range of the skeleton archers, they had already turned from a group of fragile skeletons into reapers of life, as long as a normal person can understand not to fight with a guy with two rows of buffs on his head, because even a tame rabbit will become a monster after being strengthened by madness, not to mention that those demonic beasts are facing an army of more than two thousand undead at this time.

What's even more frustrating is that the group of necromancers who may have drunk high or have itchy hands after not fighting for too long have no intention of stopping casting spells and strengthening themselves, so it is naturally their turn to give each other some greeting gifts.

"Curse of Mass Weakness!" a green light spread out from the tide of beasts, and the demonic beasts in their path became visibly weak.

"Curse of Mass Pain!" countless demonic beasts let out a painful wail, and those with poor physique rolled all over the ground, trampled into flesh by the surging beast tide.

"Curse of Mass Rotting!" The skin of the demonic beast began to fester, especially a slight wound that could instantly decay and drain pus, and in the blink of an eye, it became a rotting corpse.

In the psychic tower, a necromancer hurriedly called out to the psychic master who was a little too excited: "Lord Roland, those are all gold coins, gold coins!"

"yes, why didn't you warn me earlier!" Roland suddenly blew his beard and glared, stopping the release of the rotten curse.

Although it is very cool to have the amplification of the psychic tower and throw spells, but it is burning money all the time, and it has to be retrieved from those demonic beasts afterwards.

On the battlefield, it seems to be a one-sided trend, but don't forget that this group of Warcraft is not a rabble, but led by a Warcraft Lord.

With a terrifying roar, the wild power of the storm spread out, inspiring the furious beast nature of the beast tide, and at the same time, a row of bear monster shamans appeared behind the beast tide that constantly dispelled the negative state of the beast tide, which is also the reason why the town did not arrange a dark canopy, and the beast tide led by the lord will inevitably have all kinds of magical beasts with special abilities, and their wisdom is no worse than that of humans, especially high-level magical beasts.

No matter how strong an army without a general is, it is a rabble, and a beast tide led by a lord, even if it is still wild, will also show efficient order.

After the initial chaos, the beast tide gradually adapted to the attack of the undead army under the leadership of the Moon Shadow Giant Wolf, constantly attacking the defense line, and the ruthless battlefield was like a huge meat grinder, instantly spreading a shocking blood line from the pure white defense line, stretching to the end of the line of sight.

His ancestors were fighting to protect the town where they had lived for generations, and the guards on the parapet were naturally full of fighting spirit. Constantly open the bow and arrows to shoot the fish that slip through the net, and occasionally there are dexterous monsters that dodge the heavy rain of arrows and climb the parapet wall, and they will also be stunned and killed by several oncoming shields to seal the space for dodging.

After the initial nervousness, the young man named Pinault calmly stretched out his bow and arrows, one after another, and it could be seen that his posture was very standard and had a good foundation, but he probably still lacked enough actual combat experience to predict the position of fast-moving monsters.

However, the thick-eyed creature was not discouraged in the slightest, but quickly adapted to the rhythm of the battlefield, and when his fingers were flushed red before he knew it, he finally learned to take advantage of his companion's opportunity to disturb the beast's running and shoot it quickly.

Pino's father, who was guarding the side, couldn't help but smile all over his face, watching the growth of the next generation, with relief mixed with emotion, and looking at the sea of skulls in the distance, where his father must still be fighting!

I couldn't help but sing that ballad:

O sleeping bones, do you rest in peace?

The enemy tramples on my homeland, how can I rest in peace!

O sleeping bones, do you rest in peace?

The old bones next door are rushing to the battlefield, how can I rest in peace!

O sleeping bones, do you rest in peace?

Be at peace in life, glorious in death, or how can I rest in peace!

......

As soon as the song sounded, the surrounding guards instinctively sang along, and it didn't take long for the entire parapet to resound loudly.

A simple ballad, but it embodies the will of generations to protect their homeland before and after death, this is the country of death, a country that has never had a real time of peace, but it has also given birth to a country without decay and dry bones, and some are full of iron bones that never stop dying!

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