"The King of the Undead is too powerful, we can't defeat him!" When those injured warriors found that their skin was withering like weeds in the flames, all the beliefs and beliefs that had supported them in their battles were gone.
His tenacious spirit collapsed in an instant. He looked at the figure sitting on the throne of the dead with desperate eyes. His body couldn't help but tremble. Even the last trace of courage to fight disappeared, leaving only the final struggle of life itself:
"I'm turning into an undead, no... I don't want to become a monster, kill me, kill me quickly..."
Shrill screams came one after another, and the atmosphere of fear spread. Almost all the warriors who survived the fierce battle felt the absolute power of this black aura. It was as if the world had turned into a chaotic black, fear and despair had already
shrouded in everyone's mind.
No one will regard the figure on the throne of the undead as a powerful enemy, because no one has the qualifications to fight Douglas. This absolute fear comes from the heart, making everyone realize that they have become the king of the undead.
Douglas is an existence that is simply impossible to fight against, he is the master!
This is the power of death, and it is also the power of death. Although it is silent, breathless, windless and fireless, it is more breathtaking than all the thunder and lightning.
In a moment, the shrill cries of the wounded soldiers gradually deepened and turned into strange low roars. The movements of these wounded soldiers had obviously become slow and stiff, and the despair in their eyes had disappeared, replaced by
It was the same look as the emptiness in Douglas' eyes.
They are turning into undead monsters.
All these wounded soldiers who were about to transform into undead monsters used their last bit of strength and used their remaining sanity to roar lowly: "Kill me quickly, kill me quickly, otherwise it will be too late..."
The warriors around them had to chop down and smash their comrades who were turning into undead creatures with tears in their eyes to prevent them from becoming the slaves of the King of the Undead!
The coalition forces have begun to become chaotic!
Completely opposite to the chaotic coalition forces, as this more surging black aura gradually spread, the undead monsters in the distance suddenly began to boil.
The undead monsters that have been moving slowly and gathering together are affected by this pure aura of death, like a school of sardines that finally migrated from the mud to the sea, becoming extremely comfortable. Even the weakest skeleton, the movements
He was no longer stiff and sluggish, but let out silent cheers, running and jumping as fast as the subjects welcoming the king, swarming towards the desperate coalition forces.
Even the fragments of broken bones changed from slow to fast, as if thousands of tiny whirlpools piled up and bulged in a moment, then condensed into shape in the blink of an eye, and once again merged into the boundless undead.
Among the army!
If the army of the undead was just a slowly flowing thick mud, now it has become a real ocean, a sea of death that has set off countless huge waves!
Douglas, the supreme commander of the coalition and the most powerful in combat, suddenly became the King of the Undead. Under the influence of Douglas, all the undead became many times stronger and more active than before. The leaderless coalition had already collapsed in morale and was unable to deal with it.
Already.
At the critical moment, Iron Marshal Roland suddenly raised the iron gun in his hand and shouted loudly: "From now on, I am the supreme commander of the coalition forces, and all living beings will obey my command. Transcy warriors
, form a formation and defend to the death!”
In the long military career of Iron Marshal Roland, he had turned defeat into victory at critical moments countless times and created countless military miracles. But this was the first time that he had given an order to form a defensive formation like this.
Facing the boundless sea of the dead, when victory has become completely impossible, standing in formation is actually waiting for death. Roland knows this very clearly.
Attack is the best defense, but now...the coalition forces no longer have the strength to attack, they don't even have the courage to attack, and they can't organize a real attack at all. The only way is to defend, although to defend is to wait for death.
, it is slightly better than being completely overwhelmed by the undead army. Making the most helpless choice between death and waiting for death is completely impossible.
Maybe this is not the correct command, but in this case, even the wrong command is much more useful than no command at all.
When facing a powerful enemy, the morale of the leaderless group collapses beyond control. All the soldiers are desperate. They need a strong person to guide and command. Even if this kind of command cannot change anything in fact, it can make them feel
A little calmness and a little bit of illusory hope.
After all, he had been in charge of the military power of the Transy Empire for decades. Commander Roland's military quality and personal prestige were extremely high, and he was immediately accepted as the new supreme commander by the coalition forces. Especially the experienced soldiers from Transy.
, almost without any thought or weighing, he obeyed Tie Shuai's order without hesitation.
The remaining human soldiers cooperated with each other and quickly built the first line of defense outside the coalition forces. It was a wall of flesh and blood built by spearmen and sword players.
The coalition forces had suffered heavy losses and were exhausted, and the hastily constructed defenses were crude and crude. Endless undead monsters surrounded them from all directions, like ferocious waves beating crazily against the human wall defense system.
The undead at this moment were many times stronger than before. As soon as the battle started, it became a one-sided situation.
There were screams one after another, and canopies of blood were splashing and bursting. If it weren't for the more powerful orc warriors behind them roaring and frantically filling the gaps broken by the undead, the defense that had just been organized would have collapsed in an instant.
No longer distinguishing between humans or orcs, even the always proud elves joined in, roaring and slashing together regardless of the common enemy. The desperate situation made the boundaries between races extremely blurred. All these warriors
They will give their backs to their comrades without any reservation, and face the enemies together who will never be able to kill them all without any distractions.
The black aura became thicker, and the fighting that filled the black aura was inextricable. Unfortunately, because the black aura of death was countless times stronger than before, the undead monsters that had just been chopped down quickly stood up again.
After a while, the speed at which the coalition soldiers chopped down the monsters lagged far behind the speed at which the monsters were resurrected. This was an unsolvable battle.
In this situation, no matter how brave the soldiers are, it will not help. At most, it will only make the battle longer and more tragic.
The elven marksman had already shot the last arrow in the quiver, but he did not flinch. Instead, he drew out the thin sword from his waist and rushed forward regardless...
After a few breaths, these heroic elves fell into a pool of blood together with their orc comrades.
The blood of elves, orcs, and humans flows on the ground, moistening this violent land together. You and I can no longer be distinguished, or each other.
This place has become the death place for all life!