As soon as the day dawned, under the order of Acrylic, the troops were already ready to go.

At this time, the commander also put away the uneasiness of yesterday, he raised his arm and shouted loudly to the three phalanxes behind him: "Our enemies are only more than thirty!" He slowly glanced around: "And we, there are nearly three hundred troops!"

Boom!

Acrylic drew his long sword and pointed it straight to the sky: "Tell me, thirty against three hundred, who wins and who loses?"

Oh!

Inspired by him, the soldiers raised their weapons and their morale was high.

A jungle of steel made of guns and swords tore through the curtain of sunlight and shone with a silver dazzle.

Satisfied with the effect he had brought, a cold smile appeared on the corner of the speaker's mouth. Then, Acrylic pointed the long sword in his hand to the village in front of him: "Control the formation, move forward at an even speed!"

Then, with a slight kick of his feet, he urged the horse to jot.

Led by Acrylic, a group of lightly armored knights behind him instigated their horses, maintaining the same speed in a uniform marching phalanx, following behind the commander.

Gotta get it.

Under the horse's hooves, raise a little mud and dust.

The pikemen, also under the constraints of the captain, maintained the formation of the phalanx, and trotted slowly. Only the formation of the mercenary team seemed a little crooked, but under the constraints of those temporary squad leaders, it was considered to be in good shape.

Half an hour later, the crusading force stopped at the entrance of the village.

Looking at the empty village, Acrylic, who had learned his lesson, did not dare to be careless, and he called the adjutant: "You tell those mercenaries to search, and if the situation is not right, retreat immediately." And he, as soon as he saw the mercenaries enter, gave a soft order, ready to charge at any time.

After a careful search, one of the mercenary captains waved his hands sharply and shouted at the commander: "There are no enemies here. ”

Acrylic sneered, and his heart was more sure of yesterday's thoughts.

Sure enough, they all retreated back to the mountainside, and Larig and the others must have been killed by the fire wolf Blair.

At this time, he finally understood Mittler's intentions.

It seems that Lord Mittler is also afraid of the existence of the fire wolf, so he specially hired a team of mercenaries. Fire wolf, fire wolf, let you see my acrylic strength! Today, I want you to become a dead wolf and hang on my riding spear!

"My comrades-in-arms!" he drew his sword again in high spirits: "See, the enemy is so frightened that he hides on the mountainside! And if you fight in the woodland, the enemy's strength will be greatly reduced! So, what are we waiting for?"

The soldiers raised their weapons again and let out an earth-shattering roar.

The long sword then slashed fiercely: "The mercenary team and the spearman team are scattered, and each team will draw out ten people to form a team of twenty people, keep each other separated from each other within the line of sight!"

At his command, after a short and chaotic shouting, the two infantry units were redivided into ten squads. Under the leadership of the team leader, they began to disperse in an orderly manner, and cautiously walked towards the hill not far away.

"Okay! Let's go!" he pointed to the hill in front of him, "destroy their base camp!"

Briskly crossing the village, the raiding party slowly moved towards the target.

Tell me about it.

The branches of the woodland were constantly stirring.

The green grass was trampled to the ground. Beneath the messy footprints, the black dirt was revealed.

All this is seen by the watchers perched on the low cliff. Putting away the Eagle's Eye spell, he whispered softly, "It's coming." Glancing at the staff in his hand, the mage's face did not wave: "Let's go, it's time for us to perform." ”

Ronald nodded calmly: "Just let them taste death." ”

"Oooh oh. Bruno's tone was still frivolous: "In that case, we are going to play the role of the bad guys this time?" He narrowly pouted at the mage in front of him, and deliberately lowered his voice: "I said Ronald, you will see necromancy later, I bet!"

The mage suddenly turned around and glared at him coldly.

The blonde smiled all over his face, and automatically ignored the mage's threat: "You kid, don't be scared and your legs tremble later." ”

Ronald, who was thinking of tense spirits, was so confused by his expression that he didn't know what to say, so he had to say weakly: "Let's go." ”

The blonde turned his head to his niece again, but all he got was an angry white eye.

He just smiled and followed at the end.

The expedition team followed the instructions of the acrylic and slowly advanced all the way up within the distance of sight.

Suddenly.

One of the squads had an accident, and one of the soldiers fell and gnawed on the mud and cried out in pain.

After a hurried inspection, the captain of the squad hurriedly shouted: "Someone has set up a tripline, everyone be careful, pay attention to your step!"

As soon as he spoke, another soldier tripped up.

Although these gadgets set up by Annina did not cause any damage to the enemy, they also made the soldiers tense their nerves and complained.

Acrylic led the knight troops, slowly following behind these soldiers, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.

When did the elite knights of the kingdom also fiddle with these fancy things? I really think highly of you! I don't have the pride of being a knight at all!

Thinking of this, he shouted loudly: "See, these so-called elite knights are so depressed that they can only set up some small traps to delay time!"

"Oh, oh!"

Hearing the commander's analysis, the soldiers could not help but be demoralized.

And this situation did not last long, and after walking for a while, there were no more cries from the soldiers to fall. Gradually, the sun climbed to the center, and the acrylic finally came to the foot of the mountain under the wooden fence.

Acrylic raised his hand and ordered the troops to stop here for a moment. After carefully observing the terrain of the hill, and having concluded in his mind that it was not suitable to take advantage of the terrain to charge quickly, he ordered his troops to continue their advance.

Gacha Gacha.

The wooden fences were cut one by one, and the soldiers lined up in a 'three' formation and began to march towards the mountainside. But as soon as they had taken a few steps, a small group of soldiers called out in panic.

"Help, help!"

"Quick, hold me!"

Acrylic quickly turned his head to the source of the sound--- a quicksand trap covered with a range of about twenty square meters, slowly circling around the whirlpool in the center of the circle, and a dozen or so helpless soldiers were struggling there.

It wasn't until most of his body was stopped that the soldiers around him reacted and tried to rescue him. But in their haste, without ropes, they had to watch their companions be swallowed up by the quicksand.

There is a mage?

As soon as this thought came to mind, Acrylic heard a frightened cry from the other side.

Damn! and what?

He turned his head angrily.

A mercenary, frightened, smashed his weapon on the instep. He didn't realize it, he just pointed to the white bone racks in a panic, and his face was full of horror: "Mom, Mom! That's, skeletons, skeletons!"

Then, several skeletons with iron swords suddenly came out of the shallow earth pit and slashed at the living people around them. Where have these soldiers seen moving skeletons, they couldn't react for a while, and they suddenly made a mess, and they were killed by those skeletons and cried for their fathers and mothers.

Under the clumsy attack of the skeletons, the soldiers were so frightened that they forgot to resist. All they could think of was panic, and they retreated with their weapons in hand, ready to run at any moment.

When Acrylic saw that the situation was not good, he immediately instigated his horses to step forward bravely, and with a sword he split one of the skeletons into two parts: "What are you afraid of! It's just a few skeletons! Cheer me up!"

This terrifying thing was actually cut off with a single sword, which couldn't help but make the mercenaries breathe a sigh of relief.

But before his breath could be relieved, there was a bang, and the corpse of a mercenary who had been killed by a skeleton suddenly burst into a bloody red.

Flutter flutter!

White bone spurs splattered in a foul mist of blood. Caught off guard, a wail suddenly sounded around the corpse, and many unlucky ghosts covered a certain part of their body and let out a pig-like wail.

Suddenly, the soldiers panicked.

Especially the mercenaries, a few of whom were more nimble-minded, already had the idea of smearing oil on the soles of their feet. They secretly looked around, ready to hide in the forest whenever there was any more wind and grass.

"What are you afraid of! It's just some trick!"

Acrylic yelled as hard as he could, trying to contain the panicked troops. Thanks to his efforts, the skeletons were finally eliminated, and the troops gradually began to calm down.

After a rush of orders, the team regrouped and lined up in a three-tiered fan pattern. Glancing apprehensively at the shattered corpse, the soldiers marched more and more cautiously.

Ronald and them, who were lying in ambush on the mountainside, just watched it all coldly.

"That's about thirty of them......" Bruno shook his head, "Well, I see a couple of mercenaries planning to slip away." He turned his head to look at the mage, "I said Kerry, that's the end of your rudimentary magic circle, and I'm going to show Ronald what real necromancy is." ”

That's exactly what I mean. The mage glanced at the doctor faintly: "However, I will be weak for a while after casting the spell, and then Anne will cover me to leave, and the rest will be left to the two of you." ”

Hearing this, Ronald was a little worried: "If it doesn't work, don't force it." ”

The mage took out a crystal and whispered the syllables of the incantation.

"Darkness covers the earth, decay descends on the world......" As the last syllable spoke, a glimmer of light emanated from the crystal, connecting to the mage's staff. Finally, Christine pointed the short wooden staff forward, "Death Mist!"

A haze of dead air, whistling out of the staff, aimed at the enemy on the move.

Ronald seemed to see a few wailing faces faintly on the haze, and the constant distortion of expressions made him feel a chill in his back.

And the mage, after the spell was released, suddenly turned pale. He took a big breath several times, his lips trembling a little, "Annie, get me out of here." ”

Before he could finish speaking, Ronald heard a wail from the enemy line.

He saw that the gloom suddenly exploded into a cloud of gray smoke, completely enveloping a dozen or so soldiers. Then, the soldiers in the gray mist covered their heads and let out a terrible roar.

Although he was reminded by Bruno, Ronald inevitably grunted his throat when he saw that the soldiers' bodies were corroded with several white bones and scarlet musculature appeared.

He felt the chill in his back even worse.

The bloodstains on the clothes made the unlucky ghosts who had long since died even more terrifying. Under the effect of the spell, their eyes also began to turn red, and some even burst out due to internal pressure.

The blood-red eyes splashed on the living people, and they let out even more frightened screams.

What's even more terrifying is that Ronald found that these ugly corroded corpses could still move! Just like the corpses he saw that time, although these corpses were slow, they were extremely ferocious in attacking.

And the soldiers who stood around the zombies were out of luck. Before they could react from the chaos, the soldiers were scrambled by the corpses of their unconscious companions.

Accompanied by blood, they shouted in fear.

"Ah, no......"

"That, that, what's that!"

Looking at the tragic scene, Ronald finally understood something. He frowned, and confirmed to the doctor next to him in disbelief: "This, is this necromancy?"

Bruno patted Ronald lightly on the shoulder: "That's right, it's still a group kill with a corrupt surname, so that guy Kerry rarely uses it." ”

Ronald shrugged his shoulders and stopped talking, instead focusing on the battlefield.