Chapter 303: Must confess even unto death (1/2)
Chapter 303: Must confess even unto death
The undead creature that had been rushing at Troda suddenly changed direction to attack the bandits in Troda’s group in accordance with Han Shuo’s shout and the little skeleton follow up pat.
Troda roared as he shot out a series of arrows at the undead creature. A random few connected, but unfortunately didn’t hinder it at all. This hedgehog-shaped undead creature rammed right into the middle of the dense group of bandits under the little skeleton’s guidance.
Pfft pfft…
The enormous body of this undead creature barged into the center of the bandits. Its sharp spikes pierced through five bandits, three of which were torn apart while two of them flew through the air, impaled on the spikes.
Three hundred gargoyles roared as they flew over, flapping their bat-like wings as they shot forward. Roughly a dozen bandits didn’t even have time to resist before iron hook-like claws mangled their flesh and blood. The dark creatures that couldn’t fly united with the ten evil knights charging down Troda’s bandits under the leadership of the earth and wood elite zombie.
Over a thousand undead creatures of various kinds crashed directly into the middle of the bandits. These creatures didn’t fear death or felt any pain. They used either sharp weapons or claws to crazily assault the bandits.
The skeletal warriors were the weakest among the troop. Their bones often shattered upon impact of a strong collision, except for those whose bodies were at a higher level of defense. The power from the iron bars in their hands was very ferocious, able to create great trouble for the bandits.
The huge hate warriors were even more difficult to deal with. It would take four or five bandits to barely handle one hate warrior. Only fire and lightning magic, in addition to light magic, could deal major damage to these powerful undead creatures. Even though normal physical attacks could cut off the hate warriors’ limbs, they still couldn’t stop the latter from attacking.
The ten evil knights were the fiercest as together they raised huge, sharp white bone spikes with great lethality. A swing of a huge bone spike would sweep five or six bandits to death. The black armor formed from the exotic ore native to the abyss of death was even more resistant to magic, compared to normal armor, while the undead creatures themselves weren’t easily injured by physical attacks. Therefore, the ten evil knights were a nightmare for the bandits. The bandits seemed unable to find a suitable, timely method to deal with them.
Han Shuo stood in the air, activating the bone staff and chanting some obscure magic incantation. Under the thick veil of the Canopy of Necromancy’s green-black fog, water ripples descended from the sky to create puddles of acid bog. The acid bog was harmless towards the undead creatures. But when living people without the the aura of death around them entered, they would be dissolved to the bone.
“Damned stupid pigs you, do you only know to stand there and watch?” Faulke let out a loud curse. He clutched his silver spear and turned to the bandits, shouting, “Aim at them!”
The brutal bandit group of four thousand members really couldn’t be underestimated. Han Shuo had only summoned over a thousand undead creatures, the majority of which were the lowest level of zombie warriors. The power of these zombie warriors was too weak to pose a true threat to the bandits.
Therefore, the amount of undead creatures were too few compared to the bandits. It was simply impossible to exterminate a large amount of these four thousand bandits by relying on few hate warriors and evil knights. Amidst Faulke’s screams and shouts, series of arrows landed amongst the bandits and even the undead creatures. The arrows were basically harmless to the high level hate warriors and evil knights, so most of these arrow attacks didn’t even cause any damage to them.
Seeing the hate warriors have no problem attacking the bandits even when stuck with arrows, the greenhorn archers heaved a visible sigh of relief and unleashed their skills even more fiercely. Now that they had nothing to worry about, the archers became better at deploying the shooting skills learned from their training. The attacks were becoming increasingly accurate. More and more bandits were hit and died from the arrows.
Observing the situation with cold eyes, Han Shuo was startled and suddenly paused the Acid Bog magic. A narrow, twisting path that led to Faulke’s group had appeared next to Troda. The narrow path was enough for only three or four people to enter, but it gave rise to an opportunity to attack Faulke’s group.
“Attack! Kill those damned cowardly soldiers of Brettel City!” Troda pointed towards Faulkee. The layers bandits around him rushed straight at Faulke with Troda beneath the rain of arrows.
The soldiers were becoming used to the fight. They mercilessly shot even more arrows at Troda’s group as they faced the latter’s incoming attack. The charging bandits fell one by one and rolled onto the ground like porcupines with arrows, spears and lances extending out of their bodies, their dying poses varied and exotic.
Halfway up Mount Tali, the leader of the mountain people, tall Fulkin with a high nose bridge was wearing not quite precious armor and at a loss as he watched the chaotic battle at the mountain foot, saying, “What’s going on?”