Chapter 138 The Fog of Withering
For him, the life and death of the coalition forces is not important. There is only one goal he wants to achieve from beginning to end - to lead the Iron Legion into Meng En City.
As long as a new force like them joins, Meng'en City will be able to breathe a sigh of relief.
At the same moment, the chief priest of the dead, Sacheni, also noticed Minsk's intentions. He would never allow such a thing to happen before the city was broken!
The reason why human generals and nobles dress up conspicuously and put up flags behind them is to make the whole army pay attention to them. Only in this way can military orders be circulated smoothly and the soldiers know. Who are they fighting for, and whose orders are they following?
But the undead don't need it, and orders don't need to be conveyed verbally, so the necromancer naturally doesn't need to highlight his existence.
So Sacheni led six necromancers and marched quietly among the army of necromancers without causing any trouble, so naturally no one would notice him.
Except Raven.
In the field of vision of the Eye of Truth, there was originally gray-white death energy everywhere, but suddenly a deep color crashed in, and the energy contained in it was far stronger than that of Viscount John and Minsk combined. many!
With almost no hesitation, Raven immediately led the team to retreat.
Sacheni did not notice this detail, and even if he did, he would not care.
He walked about three hundred meters away from the front line, then stopped, and led the six necromancers behind him to start singing.
As the chanting became stronger and stronger, the aura of the dead began to spread from the earth, and the surrounding undead creatures scattered into white bones on the ground, forming a magic spell under the pull of the invisible force. Array.
The power of the undead gathered into the magic circle, and a little fuzzy mist was born in the center.
The mist accumulated and grew little by little. When it expanded to the size of a fist, it suddenly began to grow at a geometric rate, spreading quietly and covering most of the battlefield!
Fifth-level magic, withering fog.
The gray fog did not do much to obscure their vision, but when the coalition soldiers breathed the fog, they suddenly began to feel something was wrong.
The mist was cold and cold, with an unspeakable rotten smell, as if pork had been soaked in a basin under the sun for three days in the summer and rancid.
The chill penetrated into the body along with the mist, making their hands and feet begin to become stiff.
On the contrary, the undead creatures in the mist suddenly glowed with vitality, and the soul fire in their eyes was unprecedentedly agile. The skeleton that could have been broken apart with a hammer now took two extra It took three times to break it.
This is just the beginning.
As the battle line advances, it is inevitable that dead or seriously injured soldiers will remain behind the formation, but now as the fog rises, these soldiers actually stood up from the ground, waving their weapons, and looked at their previous comrades!
Screams came and went one after another.
At the forefront of the battle line, Minsk was also shrouded in fog. As a fourth-level strong man, he only felt slightly uncomfortable, but the ordinary soldiers of the Steel Legion behind him also began to feel this. Under the influence of the fog, people are being transformed into undead every moment!
The warriors of the Steel Brigade who are the vanguard are protected by fighting spirit, so the impact is not strong, but the advancement speed is also obviously slowed down.
A messenger walked through the crowd and came to Minsk: "General Minsk, Viscount Laluen, commander of the Second Army, sent a message."
Even without listening to the words of the messenger, Minsk knew what he was going to say. What: "Lalune wants to retreat?"
"Yes, general!" The messenger said: "Viscount Lalune said that it is impossible to maintain magic of this scope. It has lasted too long. We'd better retreat immediately and wait for the magic effect to end before attacking!"
"Then go back and tell him not to retreat!" Minsk ordered with a cold face: "Tell all the army commanders at the same time! , you can escape from the range of this damn magic by retreating, you can do the same by rushing forward!"
The messenger was slightly stunned, then nodded and retreated.
It’s not that Minsk doesn’t know that retreating is a wiser choice, but sometimes being wise doesn’t mean being right.
The reason why the opponent is using this large-scale magic shrouding the battlefield now is because his tactical intention has threatened the Hand of Death.
In this case, it is even more important to move forward and never act according to the enemy's ideas!
However, subjective decisions cannot change the objective facts. Under the shroud of fog, casualties are rapidly increasing.
Sometimes death is not so scary. Many soldiers are ready to face death.
However, when they saw their comrades who had just been fighting side by side wielding a butcher knife against them, fear inevitably began to spread.
To die at the hands of your companions and to end up like this after death is simply a completely unacceptable and horrific ending!
Especially after the bone dragon in the sky swooped down and breathed out dragon breath to harvest life, he heard the screams corroded by the dragon breath and watched the comrades who were talking to him just now become fleshy. When it scorches, falls off, and then staggers toward itself, collapse comes unsurprisingly.
The entire front began to retreat and retreat, and it was not something that human power could stop.
Leaven stood behind the battlefield, listening to the screams and looking at the tragic scenes. He felt scared and thankful on the one hand, but also felt his scalp numb at the same time.
It’s so tragic!
But faced with this situation, there is nothing they can do about the thirty or so people. Although the wind wall technique may be able to blow away the fog, the scale is really too big! He alone can't dispel it even if he is exhausted.
In the thick fog, the undead creatures became more active than before, their steps were brisker, and the damage they caused when chasing the retreating soldiers was more terrifying. Viscount John, who was in the midst of it, had a clearer understanding of this. He received the summons from Minsk and understood why Minsk did what he did.
But when he saw the Third Army Corps that was beginning to collapse next to him, he had to make a decision: "——Retreat!"
The Fourth Legion, which was only initially integrated and had no coordination training at all, was waiting for these words. When the order spread, the nobles began to flee for their lives with their own soldiers.
Judra is also one of them.
When he heard the order to retreat, his face was full of reluctance, but he had to go with the flow.
Those who swim against the current are either heroes or idiots. The common denominator is that they all have a high probability of becoming dead.
Judra doesn’t want to die.
But many things wouldn't have happened unless he didn't want to. For example, right now, he just decided to retreat, and a group of bone cavalry rushed behind him. The number was not very large, that is, six or seven, but with the blessing of the thick fog, The strength and speed of these bone cavalry are at least 30% higher than usual!
"Defense!"
Judra ordered loudly.
Most of his subordinates were serf soldiers brought by himself. After several battles, they were basically able to follow orders and prohibitions, and immediately organized a formation.
However, this had no effect. The Bone Cavalry rushed in, and the weapons wrapped in the undead fighting energy penetrated the leather armor of the serf soldiers with almost no hindrance. In an instant, more than ten serf soldiers fell to the ground. .
However, the spears that were raised high passed through the gaps between their bones, and accidental hits could not cause any effective damage at all.
Seeing this, Judra weighed the weight of honor and life in her heart, and quickly abandoned honor, spurred on her horse and began to gallop towards the rear.
However, under the erosion of the fog, the war horse under his crotch could not run at any speed. Although there was no sound of horse hooves behind him, the screams of the serf soldiers were getting closer and closer.
There was a sound of wind behind him. Almost instinctively, Judra turned his head slightly and dodged a bone spear. Before he could make any further movements, the horse under his crotch suddenly let out a wail and stood up. , fell to the ground again.
Judra, who was prepared, rolled over and stood up. He turned around and saw that all his serf soldiers had been slaughtered. The ground was covered with blood, severed limbs and broken blades. There were two men beside him. There are more skeleton knights chasing after you!
Wielding the flame-enchanted sword to block the attack, Judra released a blow of fire without hesitation, immediately wrapping the two undead cavalry and knocking them down.
However, now that he has lost his horse, there is no possibility of escaping from the pursuit of the undead cavalry!
One after another, the undead cavalry rushed forward. He dodged, blocked with his sword, counterattacked, cut off the horses' hooves, and killed three more undead cavalry, but the situation did not improve at all.
As his physical energy and fighting spirit were depleted, the erosion of the withering fog began to become more serious. Judra was panting and felt a chill starting to spread from his bones outwards, and his body became weaker and weaker.
The horse's hooves raised a faint dust, and the six undead cavalry pounced again. Judra roared and engulfed the first one with another blow of fire. Cold sweat was pouring down, even though the flames were burning. , but the hand was so greasy that it was almost impossible to hold the sword firmly.
The second bone knight rushed towards him. Judra raised his flaming sword high, pursed his lips tightly, and slashed hard to meet him. The flaming sword collided with the bone scimitar, and immediately cut the scimitar in half, but then The impact also made Judra's arms numb.
The third Bone Knight rushed over, and Judra's steps began to become a little unsteady. The moment the two weapons collided, his right wrist made a tooth-piercing sound and quickly swelled. The severe pain caused him to grit his teeth and hand the sword hilt to his right hand.
The fourth Bone Knight opened his shoulder armor, and the fifth Bone Knight knocked off his helmet.
Judra breathed the dirty fog of decay, her heart filled with hatred!
He hates Minsk, he obviously should have retreated from the beginning, but he delayed it; he hates Viscount John, who said he upholds honor, but now sees himself in danger but does not know to rescue him; he hates Raven, because Why does he have to fight bravely in front of the enemy, but he can leisurely watch the show in the back...
The person he hated the most was his father, Baron Angel. If he hadn't been given only two hundred serf soldiers, how could he, Judra, have ended up like this! ?
Father, why do you keep the Ironforge at home? To embolden your most precious second son! ?
The sound of horse hooves came from behind. It should be the second round of the Bone Knight's charge, but Judra no longer cared. He stuck the long sword on the ground, held the hilt with both hands and lowered his head.
He failed to become a noble while alive, at least when he died, he wanted to retain some dignity.
The sound of horse hooves is getting closer...
Getting closer...
Judra took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and prepared to face the last moments of her life.
Ka——
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(End of this chapter)