Dust of History Chapter 19: Battle (middle)

Twenty miles is not too far. Even at this moment, the black army of undead could already be seen on the horizon of the desert. The pitch-black aura with a radius of nearly a hundred miles covered everything up, and it was like an independent dead space, in which the dead white color could be vaguely seen, which were countless skeletons, zombies, and ghosts.

The closer you rush, the more you can feel the power of this death, the boundless death. At a glance, except for the endless dead black, there are only countless skeletal zombies. Tens of thousands of human troops are like a small dead leaf in front of this sea of ​​death.

Finally, the dead leaf hit the boundless sea of ​​death.

The sea is broken. The seemingly insignificant tens of thousands of people are not dead leaves, but sharp swords that are scorching hot and red. It was not swallowed, but began to forcibly break through the sea and plow its way out.

This sharp sword stirred up a huge wave of undead monster wreckage that swept across the sea of ​​undead, with bones and carrion flying in the air.

The outermost undead are all zombies except for some old and broken skeletons. Although the withered and black appearance is like an old corpse that has been dried for hundreds of years, the clothing and clothing still remain on it. This is someone who has no time to escape in the city destroyed by the army of undead. No corpse can be left beneath the breath of the Necromancer. But now these low-level undead were crushed to pieces under the iron hooves of the cavalry in front of the coalition forces.

The prayers recited by the priests are connected into a grand hymn, mixed with the sound of rolling horseshoes and shouts. This majestic sound wave and the coalition forces rushed forward in this sea of ​​death, turning all the undead they encountered into nothing.

All the remaining bishops of Glory Castle were in the team, fighting with priests, priests, and almost all the priests. In this dark and boundless atmosphere of death, the power of white magic is actually suppressed to the minimum. But they must be in the team, not only the morale of the soldiers, but also the horses need their white magic to resist this breath that makes all creatures fear in the soul.

This billowing stream of iron surrounded by holy light continued to kill towards the center of the sea of ​​death, like an extremely sharp sword tearing apart the blackness.

Asa did not make a shot. He was at the rear of the army, just galloping forward with the army, watching the waves of bone and carrion in the distance surge higher and higher under the charge.

It's not just that he didn't make a move, Degru, Lancelot, Captain Roland and the two tower owners of the Tower of Fangs around him haven't made a move yet. They were surrounded by the Paladins and the Grand Master's team, and a little ahead was Oufu's orc army, and none of these fought. This is the last unit left, and also the most elite unit.

In the rear of the troops, countless skeletons and corpses were gathering again. No matter how powerful and mighty the impact of the coalition forces is, the undead just quietly, like flowing water, quietly refill the gaps that have been opened. The tranquility of death is also the majesty of death.

Regardless of victory or defeat in the end, the outermost fighters will never be able to escape. There was a little sweat on Asa's head, but the hand he held on the handle of the knife was as stable and familiar as ever, and the dry touch was kind, stable and soft, like the fit between the muscles.

Just keep rushing and killing. There are shouts all around, the sound of weapons chopping on bones, and the sound of bones breaking. In the strange and majestic concerto played with the hymn, the fragments of the undead rained down like snow and rain. Time seemed to stand still in this strange killing, only the constant rushing and killing remained.

It seems that a hundred years have passed, and suddenly there is a smell of blood in the air. At the same time, the advance of the army seemed to be slightly stagnant.

The sound of shouting, horseshoes, and slashing around is still the same, and the charge in the holy light seems to be unstoppable, but Asa does feel slightly blocked, like a fish swimming fast in the water suddenly crashing into it. In a lump of oil.

"It's started." This was not his illusion, Lancelot and Roland felt it at the same time. "A little earlier than expected."

Are we there? Twenty-three or twenty-four? " asked Roland.

"About twenty-five miles, fifteen more." Lancelot replied very simply.

"Should we take action now?"

"Wait a minute." It was Gru who spoke, and he had been silent since he rushed here, just galloping on horseback with the black phantom bow in his hand. "Just leave it to Oufu's guys temporarily, trust them."

A scream came from the troops in front, and then there was a burst of magical light. There was no change on the faces of the three of Lancelot, and they still rode forward. Asa knew that the real battle had already begun.

The screams came from the forefront of the coalition forces. A warrior, man and horse, was blasted into the air by a burst fireball, and when he landed, he was chained by a huge skeletal monster with the horns on his head.

He was not the first person to be sacrificed, but he was the only one who had the chance to make the scream of dying.

The sky is still the darkness that engulfs everything, and the surroundings of the army are still boundless Yuanji undead creatures that can't be seen at a glance, but these are no longer fragile skeletons and zombies, but skeletons and zombie warriors with weapons . The huge skeleton monster began to charge forward like a chariot, and there were translucent ghosts floating in the midair.

The speed of the coalition forces began to slow down, and they were no longer unstoppable. The soldiers in front are charging suicidally ~IndoMTL.com~ They don’t see the swords in the hands of skeletons and zombies at all, they just think about how to smash as many weapons in their hands as possible in front of them, how to make themselves and the horses work together Take an extra step.

The aroused waves are no longer just the wreckage of the undead. Once the red in the middle appears, it will be as unstoppable as this charge and irreversible. The screams of warriors and horses began to be mixed with the shouts and chants. Flesh flew everywhere. The soldiers in front had just sprinkled their flesh and blood on the bodies of the skeleton zombies, and their dead bodies immediately began to be infected by the black breath, but before the breath of the dark star turned them into undead completely, the soldiers behind Trample them to pieces along with the undead. The holy light of white magic and countless thunderous horseshoes rolled over together, and even the wreckage was wiped out.

In the distance ahead, a mass of black is faintly visible. Even in this sea of ​​death, which is already so dark that there is no distinction between heaven and earth, the blackness is still so vivid and conspicuous, so black that it reaches from the ground to the sky.

There is still a distance of fifteen miles, but at this time, the troop's sprinting speed has obviously slowed down. The surrounding sea of ​​undead is no longer as calm as it was when they first rushed in. As far as the eye can see, there are huge skeleton monsters and Lich constantly gathering here, and it is no longer a simple attack of zombies and skeleton warriors, the magic of the Lich began to explode into pieces of flowers of death.

Finally, the coalition forces barely advanced a few miles, and the range and numbers have been reduced by half.