The five hundred and sixtieth chapters of the army on both sides
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Dejia, Morogan Fusha District.
This is a barren land with hidden floating sand and pits. Even the undead natives are unwilling to move here. Except for those irregularly arranged abrupt hills, every other inch of the land is unsafe. You never know where you are going. When you take a step down, you will hit solid ground or a vortex of sand that can swallow everything.
Since the demon army entered the area, little demons have been eaten by the floating sand trap due to careless steps. Although the number of soldiers lost is nothing to the army as a whole, the continuous non-combat attrition is still rapidly depleting the army. The morale of the regiment, especially the low-level demons.
Gradually, the marching speed continued to slow down, and many demon soldiers began to shrink back. What's more, some little demons just followed the comrades in front of them tremblingly, stepping on their footsteps and jumping step by step, just like A group of rabbits going out to do errands.
"boom!"
At this moment, from the left side of the demon army, a black lightning beam suddenly descended from the air, with a deafening roar, hitting the heads of a group of "rabbits who jumped the most happily" in the team. Immediately, the three The dozen or so little devils only had time to let out a scream, before they were scorched out of their bodies by the boiling pitch-black electric sparks and turned into twisted, blackened mummies. Then they fell down one by one and fell to pieces on the ground.
Almost at the same time, another large stream of flames fell on the center of a group of "passive elements" of the Devil's right-wing regiment. But in the blink of an eye, the group of jumping little devils were all melted into juice. Even the surrounding rot soil A half-meter-deep hole was also burned out in the layers of black and red flames, and it did not stop sinking deeper until all the flames burned out.
Under such a horrific attack, the two demon corps on the left and right came to a standstill.
Everyone, whether they were low-level little demons, mid-level horned demons, or even those powerful high-level demons, all stared at the sky in fear and trembled, not daring to make the slightest move.
"Boost!"
At this time, a huge roar fell from the sky on the right.
Although it was just a short sentence, it set off a huge wave of fear in the hearts of all the demons. And strangely, there was a hint of dragon roar in this roar, which almost made the demon army tremble collectively.
Immediately, not only the demon corps on the right began to advance like crazy, but the demons on the left also rushed forward one by one, no longer in the same delaying situation.
"Overseers, use your whips to gather enough demonic abominations to serve as the vanguard to open the way."
Then, another old and dry voice came down from the air on the left. But it sounded clearly in every demon's ears.
Immediately, the ordered demon warlords waved their "Whips of Death" and whipped the nearest little demon into pieces of flesh, and then gathered one after another burly and strong demon abominations, And drove them to the front of the two armies on the left and right, lined up in a horizontal row, and bravely opened the way.
And with the "mine detection" of Demon Abomination, the safety factor of the demon army has been greatly improved.
Without exception, those hidden sand vortices or pits will be stepped out by the extremely heavy-footed Demon Abomination, and the army can then pass by safely. Of course, the Demon Abomination will also suffer losses. But after all, the large floating sand vortex There are still a few. And some small pits cannot even accommodate the huge figure of Demon Abomination, but are directly stepped down and filled up. More importantly, in this way, the vast majority of little devils feel safe and guaranteed, and will not be like this. Just now, the poor geographical conditions here had been meaninglessly killing people. Naturally, the morale of the army quickly recovered. And this is indeed the most important thing.
"Your Excellency Gikfried, do you still insist on completely separating the two corps in front of the large floating sand belt?"
High in the sky, the six evil demons were divided into two groups of three and three, left and right, facing each other from a distance. Suddenly, the old demon sorcerer with a rickety body and wearing a dark robe, led by the one on the left, turned to look at them and said in a deep voice.
There is a hint of dissuasion.
"Yes, Sir Sudiro."
He didn't raise his head. Still looking at the demon army on the ground that had returned to normal marching state, a hellhound that was almost as majestic as a giant dragon roared.
And it is different. This super hellhound not only has three ferocious heads, but also has a red dragon head protruding from the base of its back and neck. This is exactly the same as a normal giant dragon.
Dragon Head opened his mouth to answer the demon warlock's words.
"However, you should know that our purpose of entering Dejia this time is not just as simple as war. Moreover, it is obvious that the country of the undead is more dangerous than all of us imagined. Including the two monarchs, so many extremely
The strong ones suddenly disappeared here. I think your troops and I should always stay together to be safer."
After sighing silently, Sudiro continued to persuade.
This fifteenth-level demon warlock is over 600 years old. He is one of the very few strong men who has experienced the Ice Doomsday and is still alive today. Moreover, he has also advanced step by step from the lowest level of the little devil to today's super.
Devil can be said to be a living legendary textbook of devil.
"Your Excellency Sudiro, please tell me, if the two armies are combined together, with a total of more than 4,000 people, how can they quickly and safely pass through the narrow strip of land in front of them that is divided into two by the continuous floating sand area?" It seemed that he was a little confused.
Being impatient, or because the proud dragon blood in his body was rising, Gikfried's three dog heads and the dragon head at the top of the center turned to the demon warlock at the same time, and growled in a low voice: "If we are attacked by the undead there,
, once the front and rear passages are blocked, the four thousand demon army will become a bucket full of fat that is almost overflowing and will still be gnawed and devoured by the undead!"
"But it is much better than being independent and being defeated individually." The cautious old devil still insisted on his opinion: "The continuous floating sand belt is very large, and the distance between both sides is at least ten kilometers. If you encounter
If the enemy attacks, we can no longer support each other. This is seriously contrary to the strategy of the 'Chief of the Demon Army' to send two armies of yours and mine to cover the common advance."
"But the 'Chief of the Demon Army' didn't ask us to mess up our position and huddle together to be attacked by the undead." After hearing the name of the "Chief of the Demon Army", the super three-headed dog, who was only beginning to show his anger, suddenly said
He restrained his outward momentum, but still firmly defended his point of view: "In other words, Mr. Sudiro, you don't have the confidence to rely on the two thousand troops in your hands to pass through this damn Fusha area. So, do you need me to support you more?
troops?"
"...Your Excellency Gikfried, I would like to give you one last piece of advice: recklessness and arrogance are not the true meaning of Chaos. Please take care of yourself..."
At this point, the dignity of being a super yakuza makes it impossible for the demon warlock to communicate with the other party anymore.
After taking another deep look at the three-headed dog, Sudiro took his two powerful lieutenants and flew towards his regiment.
"I really don't understand how it has survived for so many years? Is it because of timidity or evasion?" After the old devil's final half-admonishment and half-sarcasm, Gikfried snorted and ignored it.
Soon, the main Fusha area of the Morogan District was established, and the two demon corps on the left and right separated and advanced along both sides of the Fusha belt, gradually moving further and further away.
"Your Excellency Geekfried is a hybrid of a hellhound and a giant dragon. He has a fierce and proud temperament. He will probably not listen to your words." In the air of the right corps, a thin man with a hand
The demon Ji Dao, who was holding a huge black sword as tall as his body, stood behind Sudiro and said softly.
"Indeed. But Lord Gikfried does have his arrogant capital. At least in front of his 'Dark Prison Realm', even the fifteenth level strong man has to be suppressed." Without looking back, the demon warlock still looked into the distance.
The regiment on the left side sighed softly: "I hope we can pass through this floating sand area smoothly and join forces smoothly at the other end."
"Sir Sudiro, since you are so worried, why don't we speed up the march as well. If we can get out of here first, we can also build a solid bridgehead in front to support Lord Gikfried on the left."
At this time, another demon Ji Dao also stepped forward. And it turned out to be a rare Gog demon. At this moment, it was already a strong man of the thirteenth level. There were flaming flames on the curved corners of the head and the curved tail.
burning.
"Just give the order." The old devil nodded and looked away.
At the same moment, at the other end of the Morogan District, a huge magic sand table has been erected, and more than ten necromancers are doing various data recording and calculations around the sand table.
Not far away, the commanders of the two blocking armies of the Alliance and the Holy Spirit Temple were also standing facing each other.
At the alliance, the leader is the fifteenth-level necromancer Negusta; behind him are the fourteenth-level black warrior generals Amber and Moriarty.
Opposite, on the Holy Spirit Temple side, the leader was the fifteenth-level undead priest Bendoya, followed by a fourteenth-level ghost lord, a thirteenth-level immortal mummy, and a ghost dragon messenger.
It has to be said that the Holy Spirit Temple spent a lot of money on this blocking operation. After Moriarty killed five strong men one after another, four more Yakuza were sent to participate in the battle, which was more than the alliance.
One person. It can be seen that he is bound to win this battle.
However, standing opposite the "ally", what Moriarty felt was not the close "comradeship" but a barely concealed hatred. I believe that if it were not for the presence of Negusta in front of him,
There is also a powerful demon corps that is about to enter the scene, and those Ji Dao of the Holy Spirit Temple will definitely be the first to let him go.
But in this regard, Moriarty just kept smiling. There was no timidity or provocation, and he was as kind as a long-lost "best friend".
Seeing this, both Negusta and Amber secretly gave someone a thumbs up.
And further away from the six strong men, more than a hundred meters apart, two completely different undead legions were facing each other in silence. And compared to guarding against the demon army not far away, in such a close position
Above, the two undead legions are still fully guarding the "friendly forces" on the opposite side. Of course, this is just a habitual action.
Affiliated to the Alliance side is the relatively small but very elite Third Legion, also known as the "Death Marine Corps":
About five hundred skeleton warriors were arranged in a neat square formation, vertically and horizontally, silently. Each skeleton warrior held a sharp bone knife in one hand and a thick round shield in the other, and their bodies were taller and stronger than ordinary skeletons.
In particular, the bones that make up them are hard and delicate, with a high density, and they show a kind of blue color close to sea ice. You don't have to get close to feel the slightest chill emanating from them.
Behind the phalanx of blue skeleton warriors, there is a squadron of lichs and a group of necromancers carefully selected and deployed by Negusta.
Finally, there is a company-sized death knight, which temporarily serves as the rearguard of the legion and also protects the lich and undead warlocks in the center. As a "volunteer", Gauguin is also temporarily affiliated with the death knight company and will serve as the most sharp
The war blade strikes at any time.
At the Holy Spirit Temple, the main force of the legion sent was the "Wolf Head Army" with a number of eight hundred, and a high-level undead warlock group. However, no lich or undead knight was seen.
According to rumors, the so-called "Wolf-headed Army" are all wolf-headed people who originally lived in Tartaglia. The Holy Spirit Temple managed to continuously buy wolf-headed slaves from the local area, and then cultivated them into half-biological and half-human slaves through unknown secret methods.
The strange form of the undead.
These heads still maintain the characteristics of wolf-headed men, but their bodies are rotten and even reveal dark bones. The wolf-headed army has more wisdom and flexibility than ordinary summoned undead, and can independently execute more complex military instructions. At the same time, its body is
It has been transformed into an undead. Not only has its strength been greatly improved, but it has also become immune to pain and fatigue. It is an extremely easy-to-use killing machine.
Of course, other races and countries on the continent strongly condemn this cruel use of life to create semi-undead. Even the Necromancer Alliance despises this kind of large-scale massacre purely for the purpose of preparing for war.
, naturally this also includes some kind of warning from the Alliance towards the "Wolf Head Army".
Fortunately, because Tatalia heard the news later and banned or warned the wolf-headed men from entering Dejia again, the size of the "wolf-headed army" in the Holy Spirit Temple was only maintained at less than a thousand and could not be expanded wantonly.
Moriarty looked sideways at the "Wolf-Headed Army" in the distance. The undead wolf-headed men were almost naked, holding sharp knives or war hammers coated with poison. They exuded a pungent putrid smell and had sour liquid.
From time to time, one or a few undead wolf-headed men would howl in pain, as if their souls were being whipped and burned. In just a short moment, screams came one after another, disturbing the wilderness.
Involuntarily, Moriarty clenched his fists slightly, and a little black flame burned in the depths of his eyes. (To be continued.)
