Chapter 107 (1/2)
A few minutes ago, deep in the pale forest.
”Commander! It's too dangerous here. We've lost many brothers. We can't go any further!”
”Commander! - the mission has failed. Don't hesitate!”
Facing the desperate eyes of the brothers, Locke clenched his teeth and said in a hate voice: ”everyone retreat! But the blood of so many brothers of our cross rose can't flow in vain. When we are fully prepared next time, we must cut off the head of the necromancer!”
”The commander has an order, the mission failed! All retreat!”
”Retreat!”
”The commander is not good - there are a large number of reborn skeletons behind, blocking our retreat!”
Locke's face changed slightly: ”what about the quantity?”
The mercenary turned pale, shivered and said, ”the quantity is unknown... Thousands by visual inspection...”
Thousands of reborn skeletons!
Locke's head was dizzy and almost fell to the ground. He held the sword embryo obtained from Donne, panting and desperate.
A huge and powerful man almost shed tears at the moment.
It was he who took over the task and led everyone to a dead end.
Although no one blamed him, he couldn't face his heart.
Locke is holding the big sword. Even if he dies here, he will send these people out!
Although the single combat effectiveness of reborn skeletons is very low, once they form a scale, they are a very terrible combat effectiveness. They move slowly, but they are not afraid of death. As long as they are not completely crushed, even the fragmented skeletons will cause trouble for you when you are surprised.
Thousands of resurrected skeletons are already a small army of the dead. They only have the fighting capacity of dozens of people. They are afraid that they will be completely torn up before long. Then they will be drawn by the damn necromancer and become his skeleton puppet.
Locke shuddered at the thought of that terrible consequence.
He clenched his teeth, raised his sword and roared, ”do you want to become the skeleton puppet of the necromancer?”
”No!”
”Do you want to die here?”
”No!!”
”Do you want to go home to see your wife and children and spend the next glorious festival with them?”
”Want to!!!”
”Since you want to go back alive,” roared Locke with a red face and a thick neck, ”hold the weapon in your hand - give your back to your comrades in arms!”
”Let's crush these skeletons! Kill a path of blood!”
”Brothers! Follow me!”
Locke roared and rushed to the reborn skeleton army. Behind him, he was a member of the cross rose and his most trusted comrade in arms!
In the jungle, there was a fierce collision between the living and the dead, an angry roar, a crisp collision of weapons, and a scream of mercenaries torn by skeletons. All kinds of sounds were mixed and interwoven, echoing in the forest
When egwin arrived, what she saw was a very tragic scene.
The white world seemed to be covered with a bright red curtain. At the moment, only a dozen people were left in the mercenary regiment of dozens of people, struggling in the skeleton tide, and the ground was full of torn bodies and viscera.
Clumsy reborn skeletons don't know too many complex skills. Their goal is very simple. Jump on them and tear up the body of the target. The number of reborn skeletons with weak combat effectiveness is a very terrible force once they reach this level.
”Protect the leader!”
”Crush these dregs!”
His companions were killed and injured countless times. The remaining mercenaries had red eyes, and Locke, who was seriously injured, was surrounded in the center of the crowd.
Locke originally intended to use his life to open the way for them, but he overestimated his strength. If several companions didn't drag him back desperately, now he has become a corpse.
But living is more painful than dying, because he has to see his brothers killed one by one by those reborn skeletons in front of him.
This is a kind of spiritual suffering.
Locke looked at the sky and his eyes were gray. Under the spell aura of the necromancer, he could feel that his vitality was passing quickly.
The healing potion he bought in caspamiburg and the goddess blood he accidentally got from Donne have all been used up, otherwise he wouldn't last so long.
Who could have thought that the wanted necromancer was a silver level strong man!?
He and Greta, who have the strongest fighting power of cross rose, are only the second-class black iron!
His time is running out.
”May greterence forgive my blasphemy against the dead...”
Egwin clasped her swords in front of her forehead, closed her eyes and prayed. The next moment, she opened her eyes, turned into a sharp blade hurricane and killed into the skeleton sea!
The long steel Sword Pierced out, and a powerful Qi burst out in an instant, just like a silver meteor piercing the dark night sky. The sharp sword storm tore all the reborn skeletons into pieces!
”Someone is coming!”
”The God of war is on the - she's an elf!”