The battle instantly became intense. The undead cavalry who charged desperately almost broke up the formation of the human army on the front line. Then the undead creatures rushed over like a tide. Soldiers continued to fall under the siege. It didn't take long for them to cry and follow.
Despair began to spread in the melee, and more NPC warriors fell to the feet of the undead army that was several times their size as morale was low.
At this moment, Marshal Baroque roared loudly and took off again, followed by more than a dozen senior combat priests wearing white robes. Marshal Baroque kept waving his long sword, and the sharp sword energy continued to pour out.
The densely packed monsters were torn apart in an instant, and the dozen or so senior battle priests began to chant unknown spells in the air. The gray sky became slightly brighter because of the presence of a dozen battle priests.
a little.
Although Marshal Baroque and his two generals were extremely brave, this attack was still of no avail in the face of countless undead armies. Some of the undead monsters were scattered, and more monsters continued to surge up behind them. The monster group seemed to
Endless.
The pikemen on the front line were all dead and wounded, and there were not even a few substitutes left. At this time, Marshal Baroque frowned and shouted a command in the air. The light cavalry who had been ambushing on both wings and had not participated in the battle joined the battle.
When I saw two teams of light cavalry rushing towards me from both sides of the melee crowd, I thought it would be of some use at first. However, after the light cavalry and the undead creatures started to engage in fire, I realized that I was simply too naive. The so-called light cavalry is just that.
Although the horse archers equipped with light armor and short bows and sabers have the most powerful equipment among all arms, they are obviously better at fighting guerrilla warfare. In the face of this kind of positional warfare like a torrent of steel, their role is extremely limited. The light cavalry charging in groups are just
After piercing through the thin layer of defense of the undead troops, they could no longer penetrate further. The light cavalry, which had lost its speed advantage and had no protective capabilities, was pulled down from their horses by groups of skeleton warriors one after another, and was torn into bloody pieces in the melee.
The melee is still going on, but visual inspection can tell that Marshal Baroque's army has suffered heavy losses. Even if a few strong men are still brave, they still can't stop the fearless undead warriors. There are already many on the edge of the line.
The coward started to run away.
At this moment, the battle priests who had been chanting spells in the sky finally completed their spell casting. A huge white hexagram array formed in the sky. After a moment, it transformed into a dazzling light group. The light group was very special and gave people the feeling of
It was a hole pierced by the sun in the gray sky, and no one dared to look directly at it.
Just after the light group was formed, the undead on the ground began to be affected. Advanced death knights and other creatures began to smoke all over their bodies, and the blood bars on their foreheads dropped at a speed visible to the naked eye. The cannon fodder undead were even worse. At the core of the light group's influence
The minions in the area were even directly purified into nothingness.
After a moment, a tiny black dot appeared in the dazzling light group, and the black dot became larger and larger. Only then could it be seen that it was an angel covered in silver-white armor with white wings behind him.
The Battle Angel suddenly appeared above the battlefield, and everyone felt the whole space shake. By the time I reacted, the huge Battle Angel had already faced the huge war giant in the undead army with a cross sword in his hand.
Beast, skeleton Behemoth.
The behemoth Behemoth has always been the only existence on land second only to the giant dragon. The skeleton Behemoth refined and resurrected by undead magic did not lose much combat power. To put it bluntly, such a big guy was completely thrown away on the battlefield.
It's just a land tank, invincible wherever it goes.
But the following battle completely changed my outlook on life. The volleying battle angels waved their cross swords one after another, hitting the skeleton Behemoth with cross slashes one after another. After five consecutive cross attacks, the strong skeleton Behemoth's skeleton
The roots were broken and turned into living fragments in front of us.
With the addition of Battle Angels and Battle Priests, the seemingly chaotic battle situation was stabilized. The battlefield fell into a stalemate, and the nearly defeated front line also stabilized. As we watched the battle, we seemed to see a glimmer of hope of victory at this time.
Not long after the stalemate, a spatial rift suddenly tore open on the battlefield, and a guy shrouded in gray robes appeared in front of us in a completely unbelievable way. The mysterious man in gray robes stood in the sky, surrounded by a large
In the dark mist, "Jie Jie!!!" Gray Robe made an extremely terrifying sound. The dry sound was like metal rubbing against glass, making one's teeth ache.
With a cry! The gray robe's sleeves were waved violently, and the black mist beside him suddenly rolled up a small storm towards the battle angel who was constantly wielding the cross sword to kill the undead creatures.
The storm flew forward for dozens of yards and suddenly turned into a large group of strange creatures in the shape of bats. The Battle Angel, who was bathed in the holy light, had a calm face at first. When the large group of bats flew towards him, his face changed.
Fear actually appeared in it.
The next moment, countless black bats enveloped the Battle Angel tightly, and white feathers stained with golden blood continued to fall from the sky.
Not long after, the battle angel screamed unwillingly, fell from the sky, hit the battlefield with a bang, and made no sound anymore.
At this time, Marshal Baroque and the battle priests beside him had discovered the existence of Gray Robe. In the next second, more than ten light groups with different skills flew towards Gray Robe. Gray Robe was very cunning, and he teleported in a flash.
Afterwards, the figure appeared in another place dozens of yards away in mid-air. With a wave of his hand, another death thundercloud formed in the low altitude.
Thunders containing terrifying power continued to explode in the low altitude, and the situation that had just improved became critical again. After the gray robe succeeded in the attack, he did not hesitate to fight, and flew towards his own camp like a meteor chasing the moon.
The battle angel summoned by more than a dozen people died. The battle priests began to cast spells again. One after another enhanced and amplified versions of holy light purification appeared on the battlefield. Large groups of holy white light fell on the undead army, and low-level summoned creatures touched each other.
will turn into nothingness, and the refined high-level undead warrior will also lose a lot of health.
Marshal Baroque completely handed over the command to his general. He did not mention chasing the gray robe in the air to prevent it from continuing to cast spells. The entire battlefield once again fell into a delicate balance. Both sides were killing people non-stop, but the line of fire was very strange.
Not much has changed.
This balance of power lasted for a long time, and a large number of troops fell into the stalemate.
If the battle continues like this, maybe Marshal Baroque's side can really win the final victory, but the reality is far crueler than ideal. After more than ten minutes, the battle priests who stopped in mid-air and kept casting spells fell down unwillingly.
The magic is exhausted!!!
The fact that the battle has been able to withstand so far is largely due to the existence of more than ten combat priests. Without the influence of various purification techniques, the casualties of the undead warriors dropped instantly. Less than a minute later, the gap between casualties began to appear.
Human warriors began to suffer a large number of casualties.
The ensuing battle was like dominoes being toppled. The defeat at the front led to the collapse of the entire defense line. The defeat at the front directly affected the supply and output of long-range professions at the rear of the military formation. The human warriors collapsed thousands of miles away.
After Marshal Baroque killed more than a dozen deserters one after another and still could not prevent the team from rout, the overall situation of the battle was decided. The Marshal's Guards supported the battle priests who were exhausted and unable to protect themselves and fled. A large part of them fled
The defeated soldiers all fled back to the military camp where they were stationed.
Although there are no formal defenses in the military camp, there are many buildings, which can effectively hinder the opponent's attack. Seeing that the war will soon sweep over us, Captain Parker, who has been silently watching the battle, spoke up.
"Brothers, get ready, we have to evacuate first! I hope those idiots can resist for a while longer!!" After saying this, Captain Parker led the remaining NPCs who survived and went down to the water tower.
Captain Parker left, and there were only a few people left in our studio on the water tower. Everyone was staring at me and I didn't move. Tudou asked: "Boss, where are we? Should we evacuate now?"
I glanced at the front camp from the window for a few times. The defeated army retreated to the barracks and continued to resist. It won't be long before the war is coming to our side. I thought about everything in my head and didn't miss anything. I gritted my teeth and said:
"Let's withdraw too!!!"
Everyone was in a hurry and went down the water tower from the stone steps that could only accommodate one person. Captain Parker did not break his promise and was waiting for us under the water tower.
"Hurry! Time is running out, let's retreat!!!" Seeing us following, Captain Parker waved his hand, and a group of more than a dozen people ran towards the wooden fence wall to the north of the camp.
There were broken troops everywhere, so no one paid much attention to our team along the way. When we arrived at the barracks fence, Captain Parker roared angrily, and a burst of fighting spirit flashed from the blade of his two-handed sword, blasting a small hole in the simple fence.
Everyone filed out along the hole, and just after I got out of the fence hole, a system prompt sounded with a ding.
Ding! You have become a deserter of the Baroque Generalissimo! You will lose all your benefits and rank as a junior soldier, and your identity will become a rioter again!
I looked back at them and saw that all the military rank medals on their chests had disappeared. Whether in the game or in reality, being a deserter is not a glorious thing. Losing your military rank is not a big deal. Enlisting in the army is the lowest level.
Soldiers, at worst, find an opportunity to join another army.
Not far from the military camp was the mountain line of the Dragon Bone Mountains. Everyone ran as fast as they could, and only stopped when they could no longer hear the sound of killing behind them.
