The fragile defense line of the coalition forces was constantly twisted and shrunk by the undead army, and it had collapsed in several places. But every soldier knew that this was the final battle. In this battle, there was no surrender or survival, just
A battle with no victory or defeat, only life and death.
Maybe, even if we fight to the end, there will be no hope of survival!
Since death is inevitable, let's fight vigorously!
With swords and guns raised and shouts heard, this is the ultimate battle between life and death!
"We can no longer break through, everyone will die here."
When the expressionless His Highness Roderite said these words, Iron Marshal Roland was also expressionless, and just said lightly: "I know this is a battle to the death, and the outcome of a battle to the death is to die in battle, and everyone will die in the battle.
, no exceptions! I already knew it would be like this!"
Being surrounded by the undead army, breaking out seems to be the only thing that should be considered. But just take a look at the dense sea of undead. Even these top experts know that the person who breaks out may be better than the one who appears under the scorching sun in the middle of the night.
The probability is even smaller.
The thickness of the undead army reaches dozens of miles, and may even be wider. The ghosts flying in the low sky are denser than fireflies on a summer night. Even if they grow wings, they cannot fly out.
"We still have one last hope!" Tie Shuai's eyes were full of vigorous fighting spirit. He no longer paid attention to all these fierce battles, but turned back and looked at the figure sitting on the throne of the dead.
: "He is our hope. Only by killing Douglas can we have hope, otherwise everything will be in vain!"
Killing Douglas is to kill the body of the King of the Undead. Without the carrier, the breath of death cannot exist at all, and all the undead will fall into the real world of death. This is the plan formulated by Douglas himself. Now, Iron
Shuai is ready to fight this battle according to Douglas' plan!
If you want to repel the wolves, you must first kill the leader. This is the most common proverb in the orc empire. When applied to the battlefield, it clearly means to capture the thief first and capture the king first.
Rodritt has superb martial arts skills, but there is still a big gap between him and these top strong men. As a prince of the Tiger tribe, he knows one thing very clearly. Even the crown prince of the golden race is not qualified to challenge the King of the Dead.
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To attack the King of the Undead with what he thought was a powerful fighting force, he was not a brave and fearless hero, but an extremely ignorant fool. So Prince Roderet wisely stepped aside and led the last few dozen people around him.
An elite warrior of the Tiger tribe rushed towards the twisted and shapeless outer defense line, fighting side by side with most of the orcs, maintaining this defense line that could collapse at any time, so that the strong men at the core of the coalition could remain undisturbed.
Fighting creates conditions.
The dozens of strong men in the center did not go through any negotiation at all. They had a tacit understanding among themselves, and they all knew how the next battle should proceed.
"Leave the first wave of probing attacks to us, and the subsequent main attack will be left to you!" The two magic tower masters of the Galen Empire took the initiative to stand up and looked at the few high-level ones left around them.
Magician, this is Galen's last magical power, and every magician is their most proud disciple.
There was no need for orders, let alone words. When the first magic tower master slowly waved the staff in his hand, his students stood around him in tacit understanding, chanting the same spell.
A touch of khaki magic light loomed in the air through a dozen staffs, and with the chanting of spells, a circular magic ring was outlined.
This is a perfect circle. The lower end of the circle is connected to the staffs of more than a dozen magicians. Under the guidance of the staffs, the circle continues to expand and has enveloped this small area.
This huge earth-yellow ring flickers, looking like an illusory light and shadow, but it gives people an extremely calm and stable feeling. The master of the Galen Magic Tower in the middle of the ring holds his staff high in both hands and uses the most high-pitched voice. The voice recited the last incantation of this magic:
"The mother of the earth who has been silent for thousands of years, Behemoth, who understands the changes of mountains and rivers, my great ancestor, please follow the sacred contract and start from the eternal beginning..."
The chants of the Master of Galen's Magic Tower were so deep and thick, like a rushing river, and like towering mountains, that the same chants of his students seemed even deeper and more blurry, as if they were passed down from the distant ancient times. Comes with background harmonies.
Magic ring is a very general term for magic, and it is also the most primitive method of gathering the power of many magicians.
All participants in this magic will transfer their mental power and magic to the perfect circle, so as to make the power of magic more pure and substantial, so as to achieve the absolute effect of a thunderous strike.
No matter what kind of magic, after being superimposed by the magic ring, it will explode with ten times or even a hundred times the power. Even the weakest fireball, after being repeatedly strengthened by the magic ring, will have unimaginable and huge destructive power.
More than a dozen of the most advanced magicians from the Galen Empire, continuously transported and superimposed, have caused the khaki magic halo to bloom with transparent and bright golden light. Although this magic is still in the stage of accumulating energy, you can already feel it. To that magical aura that surges to the extreme.
The staff in the master's hand of Galen's Magic Tower seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, so that it became extremely difficult for him to move the staff slowly, as if what he held in his hand was not a light staff, but a mountain peak.
With the hard and slow movement of the staff, the tip of the staff was pointing far away at the figure sitting on the throne of the dead.
In a moment, the coalition's defense line was compressed and bent inward again, and the scope of the central area had been reduced by nearly one-third. Perhaps, in the next moment, the overwhelming undead would break through the shaky defense line and destroy the central area. These strong men were completely overwhelmed.
The victory of the undead has been determined, and now it is only a matter of time.
Douglas still lowered his head slightly. The tragic battle taking place in front of him had reached its final moment, but it did not attract his attention at all, and he could not even take a look at it.
Regardless of victory or defeat, Douglas, who has become the King of the Undead, is a meaningless cloud.