The Abomination Twister, one of the strongest classes a bone-level necromancer can make, is a combination of the corpses of multiple creatures, and its great strength and defense often become the backbone of the battlefield. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The two Abomination Twisters in the col had almost blocked the way, and the six necromancers had taken the opportunity to escape, they had more important tasks to complete, but they had not come here to fight the humans for their lives.

The weapon in Marlowe's hand has been changed from an elven sword to a longbow, but unfortunately several times he wanted to shoot those mages was interrupted by the abomination twister in front of him, and he had no chance to condense magic arrows, so he could only replace the sword again.

"Then let's get rid of you first!"

The giant palm of abomination slapped at him again, and the foul smell of the corpse was disgusting, but this attack failed again, only to hear it hit the ground with a loud bang, and when I raised my hand, I realized that there was nothing underneath.

Leaping high, Marlowe had fallen from the sky, stepping on the thick arm of Abomination, which he had used as a fallen log in the jungle, and his feet were steady and fast running along the arm towards the body of Abomination.

Abomination was clearly not going to let Marlowe get close to him as he wished, and it shook its arms in an attempt to shake off the squirrel-nimble creature down.

Seeing this, Marlowe jumped up again, and the weapon in his hand turned into an elven longbow again, and his movements were so fast that it was like magic.

Lunar Eclipse Spark!

Although the arrow had only time to condense a small amount of mana, Marlowe aimed at the head of the Abomination Twister and released the bowstring.

There was only a five-meter distance between the two, and the arrow seemed to have been unleashed a teleportation spell, one moment still on the bowstring, the next moment deep into the distorted face of the hater.

Abomination let out a wolf-like roar of pain, and the thickest arm hammered the ground frantically.

"Marlowe, be careful!" James had fought this monster before, and he knew the Abomination Twister better than anyone present, but unfortunately he didn't have time to explain the weakness and horror of this monster to Marlowe, because the Abomination in front of him smashed his fist again.

Swinging his hammer with all his strength and slamming the incoming fist back, James hurriedly shouted, "The head of abomination is only used to confuse the enemy, attacking its penultimate body, that is its core, the pain from hurting other places will only make it more crazy!"

James's guidance was immediately verified, and the abomination injured by Marlowe flicked its tail and swept everything on the ground into the sky, and its fist smashed everything it could see even more frantically, as soon as Marlowe stopped, its fist would come immediately.

Marlowe kept dodging and didn't have a chance to look for the penultimate third quarter.

Unlike other undead classes, necromancers do not destroy the nerves of abomination at all when creating abomination, so the pain from injury makes them more aggressive. At this point, the speed of the abomination was noticeably faster than at the beginning, and its huge body became more agile, blocking the road from Marlowe running behind him, which undoubtedly made Marlowe's attack more difficult.

Marlowe can't compete with abomination like James, he doesn't have the right weapon, and the current situation doesn't allow him to use all his strength, and the few necromancers who have fled still need to use bows and arrows to deal with them.

He can only keep dodging and looking for an opportunity, either to get past the blockade of the monster or to kill it with a single blow.

At that moment, the howl of the wolf sounded in the col. The group of orc wolf riders who had been in the distance suddenly charged at the undead soldiers, and the wolf opened his bloody mouth and tore at the bodies of the undead soldiers, while the orc warriors used their weapons to cut off the heads of the undead soldiers.

The orcs had never seen these disturbing things on the grasslands, and although they had heard of the filth in the south of the continent, those things had never broken through the blockade of the human kingdom to the north, and the orcs were not very popular with other races, so almost no tribesmen could travel through several countries to the southernmost part of the continent.

The rumors of these things are told by the footmen or bards, and the narration is naturally accompanied by fear and aversion to these undead creatures.

These orcs saw the undead for the first time, and they were deeply disturbed by this cold and piercing aura, and at the beginning they saw the miserable green evil spirit fire in the eyes of the undead soldiers, and the orcs felt fear from the bottom of their hearts, those who had died had come back to life, but they had completely become another kind of creature, and they looked so lifeless and ruthless.

The fearlessness of the human paladins as they charged the undead shocked the orcs, who for a moment wanted to flee from this eerie col, but were attracted by the golden light that marched forward, and they grabbed the reins and comforted the wolves in their crotches, but their eyes were fixed on the front.

That golden light used to be the existence they hated the most, but at this moment, they found that they had let go of their hatred, and the paladins were more acceptable than the undead who enslaved their souls and kept the dead from resting.

And when the necromancer cast a spell to create the Abomination Twister, these orcs were completely enraged, and there were countless distorted orc faces on the abomination body, and those open mouths seemed to be silently wailing and pleading in pain.

How can you torture your own people so much, so blaspheme the brave warriors who died in battle!

The orcs and wolfriders must protect those heroic spirits with their own actions, and these mages from hell must bear the wrath of the wolfriders, and they cannot be allowed to do anything wrong in this grassland!

The fangs of the wolves, the weapons of the orcs, their ranks tearing a huge hole through the undead soldiers like a devastating corpse.

Watching the flames in the undead's skulls gradually extinguish, their bodies were almost set on fire with a rage. What did these people who became slaves of necromancers do wrong, and why should they be treated like this by those demons, O ancestors, have not your descendants suffered enough?

"Orcs will never be slaves!"

The orcs roared loudly to vent their anger and unwillingness, the former clansmen actually brandished weapons to tear themselves to pieces, some of these orcs who became undead came from their own tribes, and some came from other tribes, but everyone was once a citizen of the steppe, and they were all descendants of the ancestor Marta.

"Warriors, use your weapons to free them and kill!" shouted the leader of the Wolf Riders and cut off the head of an undead orc beside him.

(The check is over, and the normal update will start tomorrow, and the three chapters that are owed will definitely be made up.) At least two chapters will be added this weekend. ）