As the death army continued to approach, Douglas felt that the powerful aura of death was getting closer and closer. This ocean-like aura of death seemed calm, but it surged and roared, like sea water pouring in.
To submerge and bury everything.
"Three miles!"
Listening to the increasingly frequent detection reports, the tens of thousands of coalition forces did not make a certain sound, but became even quieter. Even the restless snorts of the war horses and the low roars of the battle pets were very short.
As the Death Army approached, the atmosphere here became more and more solemn and depressing. The pressure of the approaching enemy of life and death made all the soldiers silent and silently clenched the weapons in their hands.
The sound of the breeze blowing through the tender grass seemed to ring in my ears. Gradually, this soft and subtle sound became denser, as if the drizzle in spring fell on the thick tiles, and like
The heavy wooden plow cutting through the soft white sand is a very pleasant sound that can even be said to be a bit sweet.
When a thin black line turned around the mountain col and appeared in everyone's field of vision, this beautiful and subtle sound immediately made people's hair stand on end.
On the other side of the Griffin River, that thin black line has spread, all the way to the end of the horizon. The mountains and plains are filled with a black army of the undead. The overwhelming undead are like a huge carpet, a giant movable
On the carpet, you can vaguely see the undead squirming like maggots.
No matter what it is, when the quantity reaches a certain level, the situation will be extremely terrifying.
One hundred thousand? One million? Or more? No one can estimate the number of the death army on the opposite side, or even the approximate size. Every soldier in the coalition has only one thought in his mind: The enemy is coming!
Along with the constant movement speed of the undead army, the rustling sound like spring breeze and drizzle began to become harsh. Tens of thousands of skeletons moved forward together with stiff and mechanical steps, and the sound of bones rubbing together,
The sound of stamping on the ground made every living being shudder uncontrollably.
The undead army covering the earth made the towering distant mountains and the nearby broad Griffin River look extremely small. Even the vast world seemed very crowded, because the black air surrounding the undead army made everything
Everything is covered up, making people naturally have an illusion, as if the area covered by the black air does not belong to this world at all, but is another space independent of the world.
The color of this black area gradually becomes darker from the outside to the inside. When it reaches the core area, it is as black as ink dye - darker than ink dye. It is a kind of black that cannot be described in words, let alone words. It is
The most absolute darkness in the world!
Against that black aura, both the mountains and the rivers became dim, as if the mountains and rivers were just background decorations rather than real existences.
As the undead army slowly approached, the black aura became obviously stronger. With the naked eye, it was no longer possible to distinguish the sky and the earth under the black aura. It seemed that it was a dark world composed of pure death aura, and those shadowy figures stood there.
The mountains in the black air are just tombstones in this world of death.
It was noon at this time, and the midsummer sun was extremely fierce. Perhaps due to the influence of the black breath of death, the sun in the middle, which was spitting out scorching heat, seemed to dim and turned into a dispensable transparent fireball. Even the sunlight
They all became weak and powerless.
The scorching temperature that made people sweat just now began to cool down with the appearance of the undead army. Perhaps the change in temperature was just due to the changes in the feelings of the soldiers. But this illusion is so real, and you can really feel the surroundings.
The process by which air changes from hot to cold.
This is a kind of coldness that comes from the soul, as biting and cold as the river water under the ice in winter, as cold as death. Everyone can no longer feel the warmth of the sun, as if the bright sphere hanging in the sky is just a symbol of the night
A group of will-o'-the-wisps, although it can shine, cannot drive away the severe cold. With the appearance of the undead army, the whole world seems to have turned into a huge tomb that is as silent and cold as death in an instant.
Because there were many obstacles, the warriors behind could never see the thousand-faced army of the undead, but they could clearly feel an ominous aura coming towards them.
The air is filled with the smell of decay, the smell of death!
Even the strongest warriors couldn't help but shudder when they saw the boundless army of death.
Douglas, with an iron complexion, stood at the front facing the wind, looking at the undead army that was slowly approaching, as dignified and solemn as a sculpture.
The undead army has marched to the other side of the Griffin River, but it shows no signs of slowing down, let alone the slightest intention to go around. It still maintains its inherent speed and dense formation, as if it can't see the rushing river at all, and continues to move forward.
.
This is where the Griffin River makes a big bend. Although the river is not the widest, the current is the most rapid.
The swirling river water without any suspense knocked the bones and skeletons that first entered the water around, and were swept away a moment later. The army of death continued to wade forward, and then was washed away by the river water again.
In a moment, zombies, skeletons and other undead creatures floated on the river. More and more of these monsters were washed away by the river. It didn’t take long to cover the entire river, and there were more behind.
More undead armies continued to advance at the same pace.
The undead monsters behind them crowded around, pushing the swaying skeletons in front of them into the river, where they were quickly washed away.
Thousands of skeletons and zombies were floating on the river, like a layer of weird-colored oil floating on it.
The number of undead creatures entering the river became more and more numerous, and they became denser and denser, until the skeletons gathering on the water surface formed layers upon layers of clumps.
Only then did Douglas finally understand the way the undead army crossed the river.
The undead don't bother to build boats or build bridges, let alone go around rivers. His way of crossing the river is simple and direct: fill the river! Use an almost unlimited number of undead to directly fill the river and let the river flow.
flow.
Even if thousands of undead creatures were washed into the sea by the river, the King of the Undead didn't care at all! This arrogant and domineering way of crossing the river made all the coalition forces on the opposite side look pale as they watched the densely packed skeletons fill the water near the river.
In the meantime, watching them fill up the river, and watching more undead behind them trample on the bones that blocked the river and continue to move forward, every soldier who saw this scene was dripping with cold sweat!