Scar was silent.

So the idea of hating someone and thinking that he is responsible for everything is naïve. Look, the magicians are about to cast spells!"

Above the dim sky, there was a flash of red light.

"Magic, hopefully a spell that will provide us with protection......

"It's up to you. The old man also looked at the sky hopefully. "If the direction of the wind is appropriate to use these magic......"

Scar understood what the old man meant. The power of magic comes from the eight energies that flow through the worldly realm, which the Church of the True God calls "wind." Each energy is a separate faction that requires a very different way to be used and manipulated. And those who are able to control and harness these energies are called magicians.

However, this so-called "domination and mastery" is actually limited, for example, on the battlefield, the mage cannot actually choose what spells he can use. Because the winds of magic flow impermanently, at a certain moment, the flow of the wind is only suitable for a particular kind of magic. If you forcibly use other spells that are not in harmony with the wind of magic, the danger of magic will increase dramatically (the mage may have some unpleasant accidents at any time, such as exploding or turning into stone), and the power of magic will be greatly reduced. In plain terms: when the winds of magic are raging, those slow and gentle spells cannot be used, and when the winds of magic are calm and calm, using those explosive spells is seeking one's own death.

Of course, there are some of the best of the mages who can avoid these disadvantages to a certain extent, thus using multiple spells. But even the most powerful magicians can't freely use all their magic at the same time.

In the minds of ordinary people, magicians are dangerous people who throw a fireball at will. Indeed, on weekdays, magicians can extract small amounts of energy from the wind of magic and gather them to form small talisman magic or do other things. But such small things are far from the true value of a magician. These small spells can only deal with a mere three or five opponents at most, and five or six magicians can really exert their strength on the battlefield, which is enough to turn the victory of tens of thousands of armies.

The expected blessing spell didn't happen. The red light in the sky continued to flash, then fell silent.

"I don't know what those vampires ...... What kind of magic will you use......" The old man whispered, licking his chapped lips.

Everyone knows that vampires and their subordinates, dark wizards, wield a different kind of magical energy than the magic of the Eight Winds, the so-called dark magic. It's an evil and depraved force that only monsters like vampires or dark wizards would dare to wield. One of the most well-known uses of this magic is to enslave the undead. Let those dead bones and rotting corpses get up again and form an undead army.

But little is known about that kind of magic. Even the old man who claimed to have been a holy knight didn't know much.

In the distance, you can already see something coming out of the yellow sand. It was a shocking horror.

Countless white skeletons, dressed in rusted ancient armor, carrying swords and spears, and holding crude shields, staggered over the yellow sand.

It's been a difficult, suffocating time. Although the knowledge about the Undead Legion has been promoted over and over again, it still makes people's hearts pound when you actually see those who have died walking towards you with the naked eye.

The old man patted Scar's shoulder gently.

"Don't be nervous, look at their speed...... It's going to take at least half an hour to get here. The best way to get rid of tension before a fight is to have a chat......"

"How can you be so calm?"

"Because we've earned it. If it hadn't been for this, we would have been executed a long time ago. If you think about it this way, your mind will be much more balanced. We are all chess pieces, and it is better for chess pieces to have the consciousness of chess pieces, and not to think of themselves as chess players. ”

"Chess player?"

"It's in a book. Chess players can make choices, but chess pieces can't, and the same is true for everyone in the world. Of course, some people can actually decide for themselves whether they are a pawn or a chess player. Do you know why you ended up where you are today, and because you didn't make the right choice when you had a choice, and then you saw yourself as a chess player when you were a pawn. If you can get away with surviving this time, there's one thing to remember. ”

"What's the matter?"

"If you want to control your own destiny, you can only be a powerful person! Otherwise, no matter how you play, you are just a clown." ”

"Boom!" assumed that the artillery in the rear began to fire. The cannonballs fell in the middle of the large phalanx of the undead legions, plowing a clear trail. Everywhere the shells went, the skeletons were destroyed, turning them into countless bone fragments.

But soon, the other undead took their place. The traces of the shells plowed are fleeting.

Behind the artillery, on one of the highest sand dunes, human generals were observing the results of the artillery.

"Very well, give the order to the artillerymen, fire freely! Let the archers come forward, behind the sinners, and get ready for battle. ”

The fat man smugly watched as the cannonballs sent the skeletons flying in all directions. Judging by the speed at which the undead were advancing, by the time they finally entered close combat, they had already fired enough shells from each cannon to cause the undead to suffer very heavy losses.

The magicians also made a timely move. Unlike the blessing magic that Scar had expected, the wind of magic seemed to be just right for the use of destructive spells. Human mages harness the winds of magic that flow through the atmosphere, extracting pure fire and destructive energy from them, and then pouring this energy into the ranks of the undead. Flames burst through the middle of the skeleton, and wherever it went, the skeleton crumbled and disintegrated, reverting to a dead object that was no threat.

"What an undead legion, what black magic, it's just this level!" The fat man let out a smug laugh as he watched the huge phalanx of skeleton soldiers shrink rapidly under the blows of magic and cannons. If this situation continues, when the skeleton soldiers and the sinners are engaged, I am afraid that there will be only a few undead legions left.

A gust of wind suddenly blew from the rear of the undead army, bringing up countless yellow sands and blowing all the way in the direction of the undead army's advance. The wind was mixed with an evil smell that made people's minds cloudy and their hearts wanted to vomit.

"Dark magic!" someone shouted.

Wherever the demonic winds of magic went, the undead legions were infused with additional power. The skeletons had been hobbling before, but now they were flying and coming straight at them. What's even more terrifying is that the skeleton soldiers who had just been knocked down by the cannon and magic had already begun to get back up and join the ranks of their companions.

"Bastard!" the situation in front of him made the fat man let out an insult. "Order, artillery to intensify fire. As soon as the enemy arrives, the archers immediately shoot!Let the cavalry prepare for the attack and detour back to the enemy's rear."

The skeleton soldiers rushed up.

The distance was so close that the sinners could already see their opponents clearly. The skeletal soldiers' eyes glowed with an unclean light, ragged banners fluttered in the ranks, and broken trumpets sounded, like the miserable elegy of a ghost.

The rain of arrows from the sky sent hordes of skeletons to the ground, but there was no more fear for those who had already died once. The skeletons rushed up with their bows and arrows, engaging in melee combat with the sinners. The instinctive fear caused more than one of the sinners to scream and try to turn around and escape. But they were chained together at the waist and could not retreat. The sinners had no choice but to fight to the death.

The fat man was satisfied to see that the forwards of both sides were in a stalemate, and the sinners resisted the opponent's attack. Cannons, bows and muskets can provide steady firepower.

"Give the artillerymen, archers, and musketeers the order to shoot at the densest spots of the enemy, without worrying about accidental injury. Those sinners are all scum, and it's best to be dead. Well, also, let the regular army come forward and tell them that if the guilty soldiers dare to retreat, they will be killed on the spot! Let the light cavalry rest, save their strength, and rely on them if they need to pursue. ”

The three spears were concentrated and the skeleton soldier fell. The dark magic energy that connected its skeleton was disrupted and scattered, turning it back into immobile bones.

"Pay attention to the length of the chain, and don't chase it casually. The old man shouted hoarsely.

It should be said that he commanded very well, and the entire strain of sinners gathered together, and whenever the undead rushed up, they would be defeated by the concentrated attack of multiple spears, so there have been no casualties so far. But on the whole, the sinners suffered heavy casualties, the sinners on the first line have been killed and wounded, and the second line has been killed and wounded more than half. Many fell under bows and arrows and bullets fired from behind.

I can't hold on anymore...... They have gone from the second line to the front, and then from the front to the salient, and are under increasing attacks. Although the old man skillfully commanded everyone to retreat step by step, trying to share the pressure with the friendly forces, this situation was only for their squad. Not every sin squad has a recognized, well-versed leader,

Front-line soldiers have been fighting for more than an hour. According to normal rules, at this time the front-line soldiers should be allowed to temporarily retreat and rest and recover. But the generals don't care about the lives of the criminals. Even bows and arrows and bullets fell on them from time to time. If there is a different opponent, maybe the old man will take the whole squad to disarm and surrender.

But they are not confronted with living people, but with puppets driven by dark magic, without emotion and reason.

"Okay, let's retreat, or we'll be the target of the enemy's main attack!" shouted the old man, leading the whole team to retreat from the short gap and retreat back into the friendly forces, giving them a brief respite that they should not have.

There was a rumbling sound in the distance.

The old man turned his head and looked at the huge smoke and dust that appeared in the distance. It seemed to be a red line, twisting and twisting in the yellow sand.

"What's that?" almost everyone in the team saw the strange thing.

"No...... It can't be ......," the old man muttered to himself, looking at the red line winding in the distance.

The line moved very fast, and in the blink of an eye, it had become clear from far to near. That's not really a red line, it's a lot of red dots. The red dots move through the yellow desert, carrying up a cloud of smoke and dust.

"What's that?" Scar looked into the distance, it looked like a red cavalry, but a horse couldn't have run so fast, and if it was an undead cavalry, it was red. "Our reinforcements?"

"No......" the old man's lips quivered. "We're done. That's the Blood Knights, the elite troops of Callean! Every member is a vampire!"