The fired feather arrow flew towards the target, and the cold weather made people unable to exert their strength. Most of the arrows fell into the ground, and the disposable flame was easily swallowed by the white snow. The impact was far from what was expected. Lancelot, as the commander, was angry and gritted his teeth and raised his hand fiercely. A new round of arrow rain hit the pile of skeletons. It turned out that the snow was also an obstacle to the dead, and the skeleton soldiers did not walk very quickly. The dense military formation was the ideal target for the archers, if the "people" below were flesh and blood.

Shooting into hands, feet, or even body is useless. Only a few skeleton soldiers hit the head will fall down.

The army of dead men has been in vain for so many days in the forest. They raised their left hand and raised the nails in rows of branches to use as shields. The power of bows and arrows has been further weakened. Even if there are arrows that can hit other parts, they are just scratching unobstructed scratches on the bone rack. Fortunately, there are not many dead people near the city gate, about one hundred. Including the cavalry following the general of the dead bones watching the battle, the total number of skeletons below does not exceed five hundred.

This was so stupid. Lancelot took off his helmet and scratched his sweat-wet hair, and didn't understand what the dead were thinking. Maybe he had died once, so it didn't matter to death. He handed over the responsibility of command to the more grassroots captain, and stared at the group of white bone cavalry in the distance, trying to see what other opponents have to do.

The infantry phalanx slowly walked under the city wall, and there was no need for a skeleton ladder. They began to step on and climb upwards one by one. In terms of maintaining balance, dead people are indeed more powerful than living people. The archer can finally use arrows to cause actual damage. Unfortunately, the wall of the Baron's house was a little shorter and did not give the archer too much time to play. The white bone's claws hit the city wall, and the skull with green phosphorus fire in his eyes emerged from below.

The soldiers picked up the weapons in their hands and smashed them hard at the skeleton climbing up. The skeleton with too large gaps can cope with bows and arrows, but they cannot withstand the soldiers' brute force. No skeleton can successfully climb the city wall.

Lancelot pulled Maya behind him. Although the battle was not fierce and even one-sided, he did not dare to be careless. The city wall was fighting fiercely, and the number of skeletons quickly decreased to not enough to maintain the "human ladder". The remaining skeletons could not climb up but did not run. The remaining skeletons stayed under the city wall, leaning down with a fleshless face, and were indifferent to the ending that was about to be eliminated. Someone left the prepared stones, and the others immediately followed the example, and no skeletons that launched the attack soon remained.

What will happen next? The Jazz shouted loudly, controlling the excited soldier. He stretched his neck and stared at the front. The skeleton general rode on the skeleton horse, and his body was snow-white and integrated with the surrounding environment. The white snow, the white sky, the white dead, everything was white. Lancelot rubbed his sore eyes, and for a moment, he felt blind.

The Skeleton General led the well-established cavalry to turn the horse's head, and his movements were neat and uniform like a man. The Bone Horse Team silently retreated into the woods. The dead didn't care about death or their companions. Lancelot at least understood this.

He had no reason to object to the victory of his army, but he suddenly became silent behind him, quieter than the skeletons that were broken all over the ground below.

"Your Highness." Lancelot quickly turned around, lowered his head and beat his chest. As an imperial guard, he could not tell the princess's footsteps, which was called dereliction of duty.

"No need to be polite." The princess's red face was cold or overly excited. Lancelot tended to be the latter because Victoria's smile on her lips, which was full of spring breeze.

His Highness the Princess couldn't wait to stretch his head out, looking at the pile of broken bones at the base of the city wall and exclaimed. A series of big figures followed behind the princess' butt, no wonder the soldiers shut their mouths obediently. The Baron and his knights, the Star Songer and his Elf Rangers, the three female mages, two humans and one elf princess.

The adults pointed at the wreckage below, and even the pale face of Yongzhe was a little bloody. This was indeed gratifying. After more than two months of intense confrontation, the white skeletons in the woods were so vulnerable. The Jazz did not see any soldiers falling down. To be on the safe side, he ordered his decent men to patrol along the city wall to see if there were any missing places.

If more than 100 living dead people were wiped out and no casualties were killed or killed, then the enemy would be like this. However, Lancelot had seen the aggressive bone dragon, and no one dared to underestimate such a giant. He did not intend to be a thorny head, and what he needed most in battle was morale.

"Please open the door and let me go down." Nothing is more eye-catching than a black face in winter and a red eyes on it. The thick winter clothes and cloak make the nun bloated, but the dark elf is still a circle smaller than Lancelot and is more than one head shorter.

The jazz did not object. He probably guessed what the nun was going to do to save the broken bones below. The nun did not refuse Lancelot's accompanying him. The two walked down the city wall one by one, one by one, and carefully avoided the frozen part on the stone steps along the way.

It took three soldiers to work together to turn the winch and raise the iron fence and let the two of them out. Before Lancelot and Maya walked out of the door hole, the iron fence was put down again. If the skeleton killed a resurgence, the jazz and nun could only ask for blessings. There were servants in the city to clean it, and it would be fine if people and horses walked out every day. Once they stepped out of this range, the snow immediately drowned its boots. Lancelot, who was tall and long, could still deal with it, and the petite Maya could only move forward step by step.

It was crazy to fight in such a ghost weather. Lancelot stretched out his hand to the nun and pulled her towards the city wall. The jazz took care of the nun with one hand and pulled out the sword with the other. It was common for zombies to be cheated on the battlefield, not to mention that the opponents were all dead.

What standards do you use to judge that a dead person is really dead? The Jazz was stumped by his own problem. He suddenly pulled the nun closer, as if the bones scattered in the snow would stand up at any time.

"Don't worry about me, jazz." Maya's voice was always pleasant, but now it seems that there is a little more emotional color inside.

The nun gently pushed away the man's worried arm, and she took out the icon from her cloak and raised it over her head. The prayer praising the mother of the earth blurted out, and with the blessing of some invisible force, it became louder and louder, so that it shuttled back and forth along the corner of the city wall, forming an echo.

As the nun prayed, white smoke rose from the bones on the ground, sizzling, and the temperature gradually became so high that it melted the surrounding ice and snow. Lancelot guessed correctly, these guys were not completely dead.
Chapter completed!