Lord of the Oasis Chapter 298: .Appearance of undead skeletons
The sky is cloudless.
The moonlight falls on the earth like a veil.
From a visual point of view, it is no less than the early morning. If you use the color difference, you can see farther!
Therefore, Kant and the others all discovered that on the far horizon, a group of figures were lining up in a long line. Although it was not really visible, it was vaguely vague, like a marching team.
And according to the identification, it is not like a tall creature like a gnoll.
It's like...
Humans!
How could human beings exist in the depths of the Naron Desert.
Kant wonders about this.
But thinking about the so-called golden holy city, the so-called ancient remnants, the so-called blood descendants of the gods, Kant felt a little relieved. After all, even those abyss demons can survive for ten thousand years. It is not impossible for these blood descendants of the former gods to survive.
The means of the gods are omnipotent in mythology, even the heavens and the earth can be reversed. They are powerful creatures who master the rules of time, and even create the earth and environment. Their power is extremely terrifying.
This is unimaginable in the end times.
Caution is required, however.
Who knows that thousands of years have passed, and the gods who survived are enemies or friends.
Looking at the demons of the abyss and the blood descendants of the gods that I have encountered before, it seems that they do not take human beings in the eyes, even if they are friends, they are not much better.
A former rich man would be friends with the slave who cleans the toilet in his villa?
Just kidding!
"Get ready for battle."
Kant took a deep breath and commanded in a deep voice: "Go over and see first, if you can communicate, it's the best, if you can't communicate." A fierce glow appeared in his eyes: "Then kill them!"
"Yes!" replied the knights.
"Let's go!"
Kant tapped the horse's belly and rode forward.
What if it was the gods of the past, now is not the age of the gods.
Since it has fallen and can be killed by conventional weapons, then choose the appointment honestly, otherwise Kant would not mind a massacre to maintain his rule, and let these so-called gods see who is this era controller.
At the very least, the Narun Desert is Kant's!
"Something's wrong."
The mage apprentices reminded: "It always feels a bit cold in this chaotic element..." After a pause, they wrapped their leather jackets, shook their heads and added: "Maybe it is also We're so cold, but I think it's best to be careful."
"Careful of course." Kant frowned, waving forward.
30 Royal Swadian Knights are in front, 20 Sarion Lions in the back.
Surrounded by Kant and the five apprentices, speeding up the pace of the warhorse under his crotch, rushing towards the horizon, and trying his best to slow down the sound of the horse's hoofs and reduce the noise.
However, just relying on the hooves of the group of war horses under their crotch, stepping heavily on the sand, the sound is not too small.
The plains can't hide their stature.
This is Kant's way of expressing kindness.
At least compared to more than 50 heavy cavalry rushing aggressively, it is as terrifying as a flood, such a gentle approach is more reassuring and more trustworthy.
At the same time, it can also enhance its own strength.
The distance is approaching.
Kant's expression was slightly solemn.
The silhouette of the team on the horizon seems to have not seen them, and did not hear any sound. It is still moving forward. Looking from a distance, you can vaguely see the pale yellow burqa and The hood is extremely conspicuous in the moonlight, and it adds a bit of weirdness!
The galloping horses, not to mention the 55-headed galloping horses, are definitely not loud.
Ordinary people can already hear it.
You may be able to ignore it, but no matter how bad it is, you have to turn your head and look at the source of the sound, but instead of looking back, the figures in the queue in front of you are still moving forward, deep in the desert. go.
Like a team of worshippers, yearning for the holiness in their hearts.
"It's not right!"
The mage apprentice beside Kant suddenly spoke.
Looking at the group of people in front of them getting closer and closer, he swallowed and his voice trembled: "No, no, this perception is extremely cold, it's them, it's them!"
"What is it?" Kant frowned and scolded in a deep voice: "Stabilize the point!"
"Undead!"
The mage apprentices only had time to shout the word.
And just ahead, the royal knights are getting closer and closer to the group.
A strange and cold aura suddenly came, but the royal knight at the front seemed to have found something. He was especially shocked, and he reined in the reins and shouted loudly: "Stop advancing! The other party is not a human!"
"Call for—"
Reining in the reins, the slogan to stop the advance of the horse under the crotch came suddenly.
But just ahead.
The long line, which was originally densely packed and formed a neat queue, seemed to be disturbed, and suddenly all stopped moving forward, the pale yellow hood and burqa swayed slightly, and the scale of hundreds of people stood still. .
Then turned around, flickering blue fire flickering in his eyes.
With hatred for the living, he opened his jaw with only the remaining bones and let out a silent roar!
"Undead!"
Kant also gritted his teeth.
His eyes widened, and everyone's eyes widened.
And the apprentice of the mage, who kept saying: "That is the undead! They are already dead, and they are obsessed with making them repeat their actions when they died. Now that they are resurrected, they cannot be regarded as living beings at all. They are no longer human beings. !”
The words are almost incomplete, and the vocabulary is organized full of flaws.
Stop talking!
But everyone understood what the mage apprentice meant.
The enemy in front of you is not a human being!
The pale yellow hood and burqa were clearly golden clothes that had been shattered over time, and the pale skeleton inside could still be seen in the cracks at the edges.
There is also a soft blue fire in the eye sockets.
The entire skull looks horrific.
It's really like the skeleton frame has been resurrected. He is staring at Kant and the others. The blue soul fire in his eyes begins to burn more and more intensely, just as the emotions begin to become more and more intense, with The hatred for the living began to slowly step forward, reaching out and rushing towards this side!
In the scale of hundreds of people, hundreds of skeletons stretched out their hands towards Kant and the others, and moved their skeleton-like feet under the moonlight, moving slowly, as if they would swallow any living thing alive!
This is the most essential hatred of the undead for the living!
"Fix them!"
Kant directly drew the King's Sword from the sheath around his waist.
A golden streamer suddenly burst out on the gilt pattern, and the breath of the king flowed instantly, making the surrounding gloomy and cold seem to disperse, and the frightened group of white skeletons stopped for a while.
"Positive energy dispels negative energy!"
Mage apprentices explain loudly.
Kant raised the corners of his mouth: "That's why they're afraid?"
Looking at the undead skeletons in front of them, they were afraid to step forward, obviously afraid of the golden light of the King's Sword in his hand. Kant's face was instantly solemn, and he ordered in a deep voice: "Kill!"
"Kill—"
The royal knights also roared.
The whole body exploded with the same arrogance as the King's Sword, and together with the war horse, it rushed forward with a roar!
The royal knights who have been conferred by the Sword of Kings, their talents and extraordinary powers are originally the power of kings, and they are also variants of positive energy.
It's like a rampage!
"Crash..."
The skeleton is constantly being picked up by the spear, and then chopped up by the sword.
Even on the side of the war horse, the golden light was more intense, and those skeletons seemed to have been greatly impacted.
And the blue soul fire began to dissipate in the eye sockets.
Destroy the rot!
Only those 30 Swadian Royal Knights are easily slaughtering hundreds of undead skeletons!
The 20 Sarion lion knights were surrounded by Kant and the apprentices. A blood-red lion-shaped arrogance formed around them, each with a cold face, holding the silver sword in his hand, careful Be alert around.
There are skeletons that are approaching, and they are scattered into skeletons by the blood-colored rays of light with just one easy sword.
"It's really weak."
Kant speaks in a calm tone.
The battlefield has been declared over in a short period of time.
All the skeletons were scattered into pale bones, as if they had been scattered for tens of thousands of years, and even began to darken, turning into a pale appearance of gray defeat.
"Your knights are too strong."
Mage apprentices compliment: "These are just low-level undead skeletons."
"Too strong? Yeah."
Kant nodded, which was also true.
Regardless of previous life's film and television works or game works, only the undead in the shape of skeletons are the lowest-level existences, and they are not the opponents of the strongest level 6 knights who have mastered extraordinary power.
Actually, according to his perception, even an ordinary farmer can kill a few skeletons with a scythe.
They are really weak.
It is so weak that it cannot pose a threat even if it has a numerical advantage.
"Keep going."
Kant looked up at the stars and the moon, and said in a deep voice, "Let's go!"
The horseshoes burst behind him, and the knights immediately followed.
The appearance of these undead skeletons has turned the bad feeling in Kant's heart into reality. If there is no problem in the depths of the desert, then these undead skeletons will never appear.
After all, a few months ago ~IndoMTL.com~ the expeditions of the Greymane Kingdom never found these skeletons!
"That sandstorm."
Kant gritted his teeth.
In his heart, he has guessed the truth of the matter.
Just after the sandstorm, demons appeared in the ancient passage, and undead appeared in the depths of the Naron Desert. If there was no connection between them, he would never believe it!
Taking a deep breath, Kant felt a little solemn in his heart.
But what about the undead.
At least the 55 elites he brought this time, even thousands of similar undead skeletons can rampage and dash through the sea of skeletons. This is the strength of the elite troops!
But Kant still has a vague sense of unease in his heart.
Looking at the depths of the desert ahead, subconsciously clenching the reins: "What the **** is there?"