Without the necromancer's command, the undead warriors who had just crawled out of the ground became headless flies, relying on their own desire to kill to attack the orc ranks. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The orcs were still a little afraid of these terrifying and strange skeleton warriors, but when they found that these skeletons were powerful but did not know how to cooperate, the orcs began to launch a fierce attack, and the orcs riding Kodo beasts also drove their crotch mounts to rampant among the undead warriors.

Without the threat of the mage's spells, the undead warriors were no longer afraid to attack, and they sent back these things that belonged to the dark world again.

Marlowe's whole body was in terrible pain at this time, and he felt very difficult to even bend his fingers, so he could only rest with his back against a large rock. Mecca stood by with weapons in hand, while Rumba and Rajim led the attack from both sides of the battlefield.

The flanks of the undead warriors' lines were badly hit, but they ignored it because there was no one to command them.

The wolf cavalry team was like an iron pincer, slowly compressing the undead defense line from both sides, and cooperating with the orcs who attacked from the front to nibble away at these guys little by little.

The battle didn't take much time, and it only took more than half an hour to go from the white belly of the fish to the time when the sky was completely bright. As the orcs cut off the head of the last undead soldier, the mountains erupted in shouts of victory.

It was the first time that the orcs had come into direct contact with the undead, and it was also the first time to defeat these terrifying-looking things, although it seemed easy, but everyone knew that if these powerful skeletons were commanded, then their own side would lose more than five people.

"Chief, what next?" asked Mecca.

Marlowe looked at the corpses all over the ground, and couldn't help but feel a pang of grief in his heart, these orcs who had been sleeping here for a long time were disturbed again, and the necromancer was really unforgivable.

"Let's bury all the bones, they were all our compatriots after all, and we can't let them run into the wilderness. ”

"Yes. ”

Marlowe's words are exactly what the orcs are thinking, although they don't know which tribe the orcs buried here belong to, but after all, they are the same race as themselves and have the same faith.

The joy of victory quickly dissipated, and everyone silently took out tools to dig up the frozen hard ground, and then put these broken dry bones into it, and then backfilled the soil.

The valley was so quiet that even the howling wind was no longer raging, and the orcs stood in front of the newly covered cemetery and sang the funeral song of blood and fire, so that the disturbed souls could sleep peacefully again.

At the end of the ceremony, Marlowe stood in front of the tomb and looked to the north, the bones of the ancestor Marta were buried at the end of the north, and it is rumored that the soul of the ancestor Marta rose into the sky in the form of stars after his death, becoming the third moon, but his bones are still intact in this world, I hope those spirits will not disturb this god......

Marlowe didn't know why he was suddenly worried about it.

"I wish I was thinking too much. He smiled self-deprecatingly, the cemetery of the ancestors was guarded by the red-skinned orcs, even those red-skinned fellows would not care about the resting place of their ancestors, this legendary hero led the orcs to escape from the hellish Sattar.

Barron and Rajim arranged for the transportation of the five sacrificed tribesmen, who would not be buried here, but would not be buried until they had returned to the tribe to be appeased by the shaman's soul.

Mecca walked up to Marlowe and asked, "Chief, what about this bone horse, is it going to be killed......?"

Marlowe saw that Mecca was leading the necromancer's bone warhorse, and after the necromancer was shot, the horse stopped, and then stood there in a daze, and everyone ignored it when they saw that it was not aggressive.

Horses are, after all, a common mount for humans, and these orcs don't like them, but they don't hate them, after all, live horses can provide mare's milk and meat, and occasionally carry something, although not as powerful as the Kodomon, but they are also very versatile.

The white bone war horse in front of him had blue flames burning in his eyes and chest, a tattered black horse coat hanging on his body, the saddle was also made of an unknown black stone, and all that was left of his body was a skeleton, and there were two alpine antelope-like horns on the skull, which looked eerie and weird.

The orcs didn't want to touch it, and they subconsciously thought that this kind of thing from hell would bring bad luck. If the necromancer had ridden a wolf, the orcs would have let it rest long ago.

Mecca saw that the horse was unheeded and stepped forward, but the horse did not react, but stood quietly, he reached out to grasp the reins, and the bone horse did not dodge. Mecca raised his weapon twice but lowered it both times, and although the white-boned horse looked terrifying, it was a rare obedience, and he felt that it was better to leave it to the chief, who had already broken his neck and died.

Marlowe looked at the stunned white bone warhorse, and the warhorse also looked at him. Reaching out to touch the warhorse's head, the guy honestly lowered his head, and when Marlowe touched its horns, it shook its head slightly, as if it didn't like the things that grew on its head after being resurrected.

"Forget it, let's keep it for now. "Marlowe took the reins and rode up, although this horse is the creation of a necromancer, but it does not give people a cold and piercing feeling like those undead soldiers, and Marlowe does not feel uncomfortable when he rides it.

Of course, the most unexpected thing for Marlowe was that the horse could bear his own weight, the necromancer was a skeleton with little weight, but he was a real living person, his weight was already the same as that of a tall orc, and when humans were looking for a mount for themselves, they also had to choose from thousands of choices to find such a horse.

"Drive. Marlowe clamped his legs slightly between the horse's belly, and the white-boned war horse ran briskly.

Mecca was amazed and exclaimed, "This bone horse has a very good weight-bearing capacity." ”

As soon as Marlowe pulled the reins, the war horse immediately stopped smoothly, and he couldn't help but say, "I didn't expect it to be better than those living war horses." ”

Seeing the performance of this white-boned war horse, Mecca was a little envious, his newly acquired wolf had to eat meat every day, and this undead mount should not eat meat. But he quickly threw the thought out of his mind, and the orcs should still be in the company of wolves.

"Chief. Rumba rode over on a wolf, and was slightly stunned when he saw Marlowe riding a white-boned horse, and then said. "It's not ...... Oh, chief, are you all ready, are you going to return at once?"

"Let's go, let's meet up with Captain James first. ”

(Rivendell's Death Horse!Resentment!)