William's royal carriage stopped on a hill three kilometers away from the city. The puppet horses in front were put away, and the huge carriage expanded and contracted, turning into a small palace.
A ray of golden light shot out from the palace, and a diamond-shaped crystal composed of eight small plates appeared in mid-air. The countless rays of light it emitted finally intertwined into a resurrection circle in front of the palace.
The undead who fell in front of the city wall have begun to resurrect here.
When they set off, the undead were indeed at a disadvantage, but as some legendary level demons were killed by the undead in a common method, the situation on the battlefield had returned to an even match.
But the undead still fought harder. Hill looked up at the sky.
Twelve demigod-level Hell Fiends were scattered in the air, ready to rescue the defeated defenders on the city wall.
Once there is a loophole among the undead, they will quickly fly over and disappear all the undead there.
But the undead sometimes also adopt a bait strategy. Unfortunately, these demons are too strong. Even if they can occasionally hit them hard, they still escape back into the air.
Although these refining demons don't seem to be in harmony, they are not at the point of watching their colleagues die at the hands of humans.
As long as you lend a hand, the undead trap will be useless.
But for the undead, chopping down SS is a matter of patience. If the trap fails, there is something wrong with their calculations.
From the mouths of many undead people passing by Hill, Hill had already heard the names of many PVE commanders. They had already started competing to see who could kill the wavelet boss first.
Hill carefully looked at the twelve devils on it, and he felt something was wrong.
"Hill." William's voice suddenly came to his ears, "Come to the palace, it's still dangerous outside."
Hill stood up and stepped out of the carriage.
William's simple palace also had a side entrance, and Hill walked in directly from there.
Before entering the door, he couldn't help but move his eyebrows. Someone was looking at him with hostility.
Hill recalled the positions of the twelve demon refiners and sketched the general terrain in his mind.
No, not them.
The man looking at him was standing on the city wall, but he was more threatening to Hill than the twelve refining demons flying in the air.
Although there were thousands of thoughts in his mind, Hill could still feel the slight sense of dislocation after entering the palace.
So when he saw that he was entering William's stone palace, he didn't feel very surprised.
William would be really crazy if he really stayed in that simple palace.
He is already very comfortable controlling the internal space.
William sat on the throne and waved to him: "Hill, come and see who is the commander of this city? I can kill those 12 in the sky, but at first glance they are just following orders.
Although it seems that the demon in the middle is in charge, it can be felt that there is no difference between them.
It is impossible for a devil to obey the orders of his superiors.
It's a pity that when they save their comrades, they look back too often.
He was obviously being scolded.
According to the devil's habits, they will save the same kind of people, but they have to wait until he is beaten to death.
I was so positive today.
Although it only happens for a moment, it can still make a discerning person feel something if it happens more than once.
It’s a pity that I can’t tell which one it is.”
Hill walked to William's throne, looked at the giant screen and thought quietly, comparing the people on the city wall with the little bits and pieces in his mind.
Then he raised his hand and pointed to a knight standing on the left wearing armor and holding a giant shield: "Pay attention to him, this knight in gray and black armor.
He changed his position three times. When I first came in, someone was staring at me, and I remember that he was also in that position.
Then there was the second one on the right, wearing a dark blue mage robe. Although I thought he was also pretending to be a commander, he was indeed standing next to the knight at the time.
My instinct is to say the knight, but the mage is also possible.
I cannot make a more definite judgment."
William smiled: "Ah, sure enough, I was almost deceived!
I have always suspected that it was this mage, but I always felt that something was wrong.
Sometimes, they look back too deliberately.
Spencer, please inform the undead commanders that I need to set up another trap, a more severe one."
Within a few minutes, the undead started their own performance.
If Hill hadn't known that he was preparing a trap, he would have really thought that the undead were out of trouble.
At first, it was just the mage team. There was a small loophole in the water mage team. A demon rushed over without hesitation. Although he was slightly injured, he still returned in triumph with the help of his companions.
The platoon mages suffered almost all casualties.
However, the undead who filled their positions seemed to be a little slower, and the swordsman team blocking the priest's army was exposed to the sight of the refining demon.
Two refined demons flew down almost instantly, killing all the unprotected swordsmen directly.
The screams of the priests and the rising and falling of holy light shields made the demons who finally caught the loophole of the undead greatly excited. They rushed down five of them, not caring that the undead in other places were about to attack the city wall.
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However, many priests were indeed killed, but these five devils were pulled directly to the ground by the giant intertwined net.
Hundreds of thousands of priests and the most powerful healing light were all used on these devils without hesitation.
The demons screamed and struggled wildly, they were in too much pain.
Although the giant net that trapped them was not unbreakable, the pain caused these demon demons to briefly lose their strength.
Both Hill and William stared intently at the two suspects on the city wall.
The undead knights have surrounded the place, and the mages are flying in mid-air. The posture of the dragnet makes the remaining demons hesitant to risk their lives to save those idiots who are trying to steal the credit.
But they received a mission that they had to save.
These refining demons are all upper-level demons. Apart from the two curved horns and the wings on their backs, they are basically the same as humans.
It's just that there are some more patterns on the face.
So the hesitation and struggle on their faces is really obvious, making people want to believe that the commander is impossible among them.
Although they finally made up their mind and rushed down, most of them were seriously injured, and they were still unable to save all the five guys who wanted to pick up the leak, leaving only one life.
A slightly weaker devil screamed and disappeared in the golden light.
"The power of the sun can do great damage to devils!" William exclaimed in admiration. He could easily identify whose power these undead people put in the final blow.
They have determined that the real commander is the knight.
Although it was the mage who issued the order, at the critical moment, the mage couldn't bear to look at the commander. Although it was only for a moment, he pretended to be calm and looked forward, calmly commanding.
But as long as the connection between them is discovered, it will be easy for William to determine who is the commander.
"He actually put on a helmet and covered his mouth while talking!
Although it is very cunning, if you pay attention, you can still see that something is wrong.
It’s true that I can’t see whether he is opening his mouth, but I can still tell if there is vibration in the air.” William smiled softly, “Although his armor and style are similar to those of other knights, if you look closely,
You can see the huge difference in quality!
Once a problem is discovered, flaws can be seen everywhere.”
"Hill." He looked sideways at Hill and said, "But it's best not to let that mage go. Although our judgments are based on that of the knight, we must prevent them from prejudging our judgments.
Use your artifact again! Is that okay?"
"No problem." Hill replied affirmatively, "But it can only be used once a day, so it's best to find the right time."
Three kilometers, in this world, does not count as a distance at all once you reach the stage of being a wizard.
What's more, it's a divine weapon that can be attacked even from ten kilometers away.
Hill has no problem fighting by himself, but if he wants to attack at the same time, he doesn't have the ability to analyze the battle situation.
"I will call you." William said simply, "Spencer, tell the undead that since most of these demons have been seriously injured, they can prepare to attack."
Hill put his hand on the pendant. The presence of his artifact, the oil painting, was too strong. It was best to attack directly as soon as he took it out, so as not to make the devil defensive.
The undead have started a crazy attack.
The intensity of the battlefield instantly doubled several times, and the holy rain and blizzard in the sky continued continuously, almost forming a tornado.
Hill looked at the sky in surprise. The undead seemed to have learned a lot of wind magic.
A slight cyclone has slowly formed. As long as a fire is put in the middle, a crazy tornado will definitely take shape.
If these devils were swallowed into a tornado by an ice storm filled with divine rain, it would be normal for them to be swept to death alive.
Hill knew that it was easy to form such an ice tornado, but if he wanted more and could swallow these refined demons accurately, he needed not only to let his spells occupy the entire sky, but also to accurately
Calculate the position of each cyclone.
Undead, are you treating this war with the spirit of writing a graduation thesis?
Even if the most important calculations are completed by artifacts, they still require sufficient analytical capabilities!
Hill stared blankly.
The undead didn't want every devil to be sucked into the ice storm. They were also worried that if the ice tornadoes were not well controlled, they would collide with each other, explode directly, or engulf each other.
So in the end, at the bottom of the devil's feet, there were only 7 ice storms formed with the blazing wall of fire.
They also tried hard to save the two most seriously injured.
The top of the palace suddenly bloomed like a flower, William stood up suddenly, and the throne platform rose into the air with Hill, who took out the oil painting.
"Hit!" Following William's instruction, the dazzling golden-red light of the scorching ray directly cut towards the city wall.
This chapter has been completed!