In the firelight, a pair of slender white arms gently wrapped around El's neck, and the girl pressed the back of his head with her elastic breasts, licking her dry lips and whispering, "My name is Jessica"

The flames that had just erupted from her mouth were no less powerful than the Skyfire Meteorite summoned by Delare, leaving a scorched earth behind El. The two black knights who were flanked left and right bore the brunt of the attack, and they were directly wiped out by the flames, and almost all the ghouls who followed them were also caught in the sea of fire, and they were burned to the point of being inhuman.

Judging from the power of this move alone, the girl at least has the strength of the quasi-silver rank, and may even be stronger than De Laere. If it weren't, it wouldn't have been chosen as a sacrifice by the lich.

A bitter cold wind blew abruptly through the darkness, extinguishing the embers of the flames that remained on the ground in an instant. The soul fire in the lich Klein's eyes flickered slightly, and he reached out and grabbed in the direction of El's escape.

There was a twist in the air, the temperature around him dropped instantly, and a wall of ice three meters high rose in the blink of an eye, blocking El's path. At the same time, five spears of white bones as sharp as sharp claws in the sky also condensed into shape, aimed at El's back and stabbed fiercely.

"You'll take care of the rest!" El, whispering at the top of his voice, sped up again and slammed straight into the wall of ice.

At this time, he didn't have the heart to pay attention to the girl's self-introduction, only knowing that she had recovered and still had the strength to spare, so he simply left those bone spears to her to deal with, so that the girl would not be idle and continue to go crazy. As for whether she could stop it or not, it didn't matter, as far as the recovery ability of the demonic bloodline he had seen was concerned, even a few holes in his body would not hurt.

In the midst of the girl's screaming laughter, El took a deep breath, the muscles of his body tensed suddenly, he covered his head and face with both hands, and tilted one shoulder towards the wall of ice. I only heard a loud sound of ice exploding, and the solid ice, which was thirty centimeters thick, was unreasonably knocked out of a human-shaped crater.

Five spears of white bone like maggots of tarsal bones followed, piercing the ice as well, and catching up with El's ass with menacing vigour. The girl snorted coldly, and the small bat wings behind her stretched out with all her strength, and flapped twice with all her strength, which immediately increased El's speed by three percent again.

With the power of the girl's batwing in the air, El took three steps and two steps and slammed onto the defense line he had built, and rolled down from the back with her. The five spears of white bones didn't have time to adjust their direction, and plunged directly into the dirt layer where the defense line was constructed, blasting a series of huge potholes in the defense line.

The Lich's angry scream could be heard in the distance, and the magic in the sky began to condense again, but by this time El had returned to the human defenses, and Ahmed blocked the lich's hatred without a trace, and gently flicked the bowstring to aim the arrow at the lich's head.

The distance between the two sides is not close in the conventional sense of war, but for a silver-ranked powerhouse, this few hundred meters is not a safe distance at all. When Ahmed locks on the lich, the other party can already feel the immediate threat, and even the dead cannot cast spells without scruples.

The lich Klein glared at Ahmed viciously and lowered his hand through gritted teeth. Since the matter is irreparable, it is never wise to continue to fight hard with the other party's silver-rank powerhouse, after all, these stupid mortals will eventually face death, and there is no need to rush for a while.

His army has already begun to move.

El rolled down from the line of defense and got to his feet, dragging the girl wrapped around him. After throwing Jessica far aside, he actually had the illusion of lightening hundreds of pounds of weight. This girl is really worthy of demonic blood, and her whole body is full of evil nature, even after she left, El still felt that her body was full of strange girlish body fragrance, like a strong rose that made people want to stop, and her mind was full of snake-like soft and boneless waist and elastic waves.

If it were another man, he would have already lost his ability to think at this time. Fortunately, El is no longer a virgin, and he has seen the holy aura of the Sun God Elect, and has developed a certain resistance to this. He rubbed his temples vigorously to calm his brain again, and he heard the terrified cries of the soldiers around him.

"Light the torch and blow the horn!" El said to his lieutenant, Timmy, turning back to the line. He was well aware that this war was inevitable, but the temporarily incorporated Southern troops had clearly not yet entered the state.

"Jessica, Jessica, how are you?" De Lael, who threw a big fireball, quickly returned to his normal physical state, but unfortunately the tattered clothes on his body were simply torn to shreds at once, leaving only a pants to cover his ugliness, which looked as unbearable as a hooligan who was chased out of the middle of the night to tease the widow, and completely lost the image of the reserved noble son in the past. But at this time, he didn't have the heart to take care of his image, and ran towards his sister while crying.

"Isn't this my dear brother, and it's amazing that you survived. Seeing De Lale running over, Jessica, who was lying on the ground, propped herself up, covered her lips with her hand and pretended to be surprised and sighed.

"Hey, hey, Jessica, your brother has already sold himself to that guy to save you, can't you and I be grateful at this moment when we are close to each other?"

"Shut up, both of you, Delare, and take your sister to a clean place to rest, I won't need you tonight. El turned around and said coldly.

De Laere didn't answer, just looked at him like an idiot, and the expression on his face clearly meant that you still think you can survive this night?

"It's my business to survive tonight, and there's still a place where I can use you tomorrow, get out of here now. El said with an impatient wave of his hand.

"The more you look at it, the more masculine it becomes...... Your Excellency General, may I have the privilege of knowing your name?" Jessica, who had regained her calm and reserve, and the crazy girl who had just run away were like two people, but the movement of her subconscious lips still revealed her demonic nature.

Unfortunately, El didn't have the heart to pay attention to her at this time, and the army of the undead had already appeared under the range of the firelight.

It is said that the army of death that appeared in the north was actually the army of the Lord of Death himself, and that the Cursed Sect that believed in the Lord of Death was not responsible for combat, but more like a government agency under the Lord of Death. And the Death Order, which was developed by the Cursed Sect itself, is essentially the same as the guards in the city, and cannot be regarded as a real undead army.

The complex relationship is difficult to explain in three or two sentences, and the only thing that can be confirmed is that the combat effectiveness of the Death Order is not superior in the sequence of the army of the undead, and even belongs to the bottom ranks. This is also the reason why El still has faith in the southern army he has recruited.

Since both sides are intransmissible goods, at least it will not shake the confidence of the human army. Regardless of whether the war is won or lost in the end, as long as they have experienced the war and survived, these Southern soldiers can be considered real soldiers.

But...... Now seeing the size of the army of the undead, El suddenly realized that he was still a little too optimistic.

The first to emerge from the darkness was none other than the undead's signature monster, the Skeleton Warrior. In all the tales and legends sung by the bards, this walking skeleton is the first target for the rookie hero to embark on his adventure. A temporarily summoned skeleton warrior is unlikely to exceed the standard of mercenary level 3 at its strongest. In other words, the standard of normal human strength. Even a daring bear child can knock it down with a brick.

The problem, however, is that the number of these skeleton warriors is also a bit too frustrating.

The skeleton warriors who emerged from the darkness huddled together in an extremely dense formation, advancing towards the human defenses at a constant speed, and in the dark shadows behind them, countless summoning magic arrays were lighting up one after another. If it weren't for the Skyfire meteorite summoned by Delaire just now, which killed many cursed cultists, I don't know how many times the size of this force would have increased now.

Under normal circumstances, an apprentice-level Cursed Cultist can summon a maximum of ten to fifteen skeleton warriors using spiritism. But with the help of the Dark Canopy, he can double the number of undead he can summon.

The lich Klein silently disappeared among the many cursed cultists, and a gray-white ring spread out around him, and the cursed cultists standing within fifty meters of him were suddenly covered with a layer of death, and the effects of all summoning spells expanded again.

The skeleton warriors who emerged from the summoning circle were almost in groups, filling the entire battlefield in just a few breaths, and then gradually spreading out to both sides along the defensive line established by El.

Seeing the endless skeleton warriors in front of them, many southern soldiers' legs and feet had begun to weaken, and even the crotch of their pants had a foul smell. Some people turned around and tried to escape, but as soon as they turned around, their heads were chopped off with a knife.

El's dispersal of his descendants was not only for effective command, but also for the purpose of allowing them to play the role of a warlord. He knew very well how capable these Southern soldiers were, so he had to show these bastards how ruthless he was.

"What's the panic? You don't even dare to fight a bunch of bones, and you dare to say that you are soldiers?" El roared, and the sound of a long horn sounded throughout the defense line at the same time, and the panicked mood among the defenders was suddenly shaken.

The sea of skeleton warriors had already stepped into the muddy river to reach the bottom of the line, and normal humans were not tall enough to climb over this line, and the undead creatures made of human bones could not have the ability to jump, and they could not have climbed without the precise control of the Cultists of the Damned. In the case of no advance or retreat, it was suddenly squeezed into a ball.

"Look at these fools! you're scared of bullshit!" El laughed and snatched a warhammer from the soldier next to him and slammed it down

(Jiangsu.com)