The young militiamen glared at their companions. The young man controlled by the corpse witch was even more pale, trembling, and he hung his head deeply in shame and fear.
But he doesn't want to die either, does he?
Freya felt that her heart was about to stop, and she subconsciously drew her sword. But the corpse witch immediately gave up her idea. The green light in its eyes suddenly filled up, and one of the young man's arms immediately exploded like a balloon.
When he opened it, plasma splashed out, he screamed, and he fell to the ground and curled up in a ball.
"Oh, eldest sister, please save me——!"
Qiao Sen was rolling on the ground like a bloody man, wailing again and again.
This terrifying scene made several people immediately turn around and vomit. The ponytail girl's face suddenly turned white, and she almost fell down after shaking for a moment.
"Little human girl, you'd better not act rashly." The Corpse Witch warned her in a sharp voice, its stern gaze scanning everyone present one by one.
However, it immediately discovered that the people present were some militiamen, not worth mentioning, insects.
The green light in the corpse witch's eyes dimmed, and he was a little disappointed. It was ordered to hunt down the whereabouts of the human scout who escaped before, instead of getting entangled with these insects.
Freya's mind went blank, but she still endured waves of dizziness and tried to think of how to get out of this situation. She still remembered that she was the leader of this group and could not show weakness at will.
As for the girl next to Roman, she fainted immediately, thanks to the business lady's support.
Sophie felt Roman holding her sleeve tightly with one hand, which was a kind of reliance and trust. He had also helped the young militia captain with a long ponytail from behind to prevent her from falling directly.
However, the latter's strength was beyond his expectation.
But no matter what, he knew that the other party needed some comfort at this time, otherwise he might collapse psychologically first.
It is difficult for a girl living in peacetime to accept such a cruel scene. Fortunately, Eruin is a war-torn country, and most young people here have such a consciousness.
"Freya." Sophie said weakly and lightly.
The girl was startled for a moment and immediately woke up. She took a breath and then calmed down little by little with Sophie's help. Sophie saw that her fingers on the sword hilt were much softer and couldn't help but nodded in admiration.
.
This kind of performance can be regarded as excellent. Very few ordinary people can calm down on the edge of life and death. Although he doesn't know why he doesn't seem nervous at all - as if he has experienced time travel and the subsequent test of life and death.
My mentality became as calm as water.
But no matter what, at least this is a good thing.
He continued to ask in an inaudible voice: "Do you remember what I said before, prepare for the worst?"
Freya was stunned for a moment, then nodded slightly from behind.
"Do you still have the strength to fight?"
"kindness--"
A subtle response.
Only then did Sophie feel relieved. He rubbed the cold wind-backed ring with his thumb - the feeling in response told him that charging was only half done.
Three hours is really too slow compared to the recharging time of ten minutes in the game. Fortunately, half the energy is enough. Although it cannot create a complete wind bomb, it is enough to create a strong wind.
Anyway, he has already prepared for the worst, and there is no worse possibility.
At the same time, the corpse witch finally confirmed that there was no other ambush here. Without even looking at the poor man wailing at its feet, it raised its arm with only bones left:
"Soldiers, kill them all——"
As soon as the sharp, dry voice sounded, four skeleton soldiers holding sharp swords and wearing heavy black chain armor immediately appeared in the forest. They emerged from the mist, their bodies made a clicking sound, and they walked towards Freya and her group step by step.
approaching.
Perhaps earlier, Freya's team members still had the idea to fight back against these cold monsters, but not now. The young people were full of confidence before, but now they have been frightened by the cold blood of the enemy, and their remaining courage has gradually been weakened.
Defeated by the approaching breath of death, unable to resist.
They could only retreat step by step with pale faces until they reached the end of the road. Perhaps out of the instinct of biological self-preservation, they hurriedly pulled out the swords at their waists - but looking at the shrinking looks, no one dared to say how much fighting power they really had left.
ensure.
There was only the sound of breathing one after another in the forest.
Looking at these pale-faced young people, the corpse witch couldn't help but let out a sneer from his leaky chin.
The green light in its eyes flashed, as if it was enjoying the pleasure brought by this fear.
Indeed, human fear is their biggest enemy. They are weak, short-lived, and easily exploited by useless emotions. In comparison, the undead are born to overcome all these shortcomings. Each of them can be the best soldier, especially the lower-level undead—
—You don’t even need to think, just obey blindly.
Compared to the well-trained militia among humans, they behave like helpless children on the battlefield. Such weak creatures should not exist in this world.
It couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust deep in its heart: Yes, Madala will win——
But at this time, the corpse witch heard a superfluous voice: "——Leave it to you." This was the voice of a young man, calm, steady, and full of confidence.
The corpse witch felt the fire of his soul jump slightly, which was an ominous sign, and he immediately turned around cautiously.
What greeted its empty vision was a shining ring.
The ring was worn on the index finger of the seriously injured militiaman. It had never paid serious attention to that guy before - a half-dead human being. What was so noteworthy about it?
You can deceive others by pretending to be seriously injured, but you can't deceive the undead. These cold-blooded monsters crawling out of the grave can look directly at the fire of life when they look at a living being, but Sophie's weak and dim fire of life is absolutely impossible.
It's disguised.
That is a seriously injured patient.
It certainly seems so.
But the real threat came from the ring on the opponent's hand, which was a magic ring. The green fire ball in the corpse witch's eyes dimmed little by little, and he could almost smell a deadly breath gathering in the air.
It recognized this smell. One of its owners exposed it to some fakes when teaching it black magic, and from the breath escaping from it, it was clear that it was at least a magic ring with an energy level of 20.
How could an official wizard's item appear in the hands of an ordinary person?
The corpse witch couldn't help showing a look of fear and greed.
"Soldier of the Dead, go bring me that thing-" it raised the bone staff and screamed.
"oss——"
But Sophie raised her right hand and tried her best to spit out this byte - or more like squeezing out the remaining air in her lungs. When the young man fell back again, he couldn't help but sweating profusely.
The space expanded for a while, then contracted suddenly——
When the contraction exploded back to its original state again, the wild air flow emitted a scream that could penetrate the human eardrum.
The wind stabbed at the corpse witch and its skeleton soldiers like straight arrows. Even though they raised their dry arms to try to protect themselves, the turbulence passed through their empty ribs to form an air vortex, pulling them step by step.
Tilt to one side.
There is no harm, but the containment effect is obvious enough.
"Freya!" Sophie shouted.
The girl responded and pulled out her long sword. There was a crisp metal trembling, and her long pony tail flew in the wind——
However, what surprised Sophie was that the junior militia captain did not act impulsively, but immediately turned around and scolded the others: "Markmie, Essen! What are you waiting for, Butchi's militiamen!
Team 3, follow me!"
Inspiring courage is sometimes like a signal. In life-or-death situations, a word or a hint can make people burst into endless power.
But there is one condition, and that is calmness.
One person's calmness can affect more people, just like now. Under Freya's reminder, the young militiamen were slightly startled, but in the end they reacted - this is the best opportunity and the only way to survive.
Chance.
The sudden strong wind caused the skeleton soldiers and corpse witches to retreat step by step, leaving them no time to care.
This discovery made the young men regain their courage. Amidst the loud sound of long swords being unsheathed, the tactical qualities they had trained in daily life seemed to have returned to their bodies at this moment.
"Macmi, cover me."
"Damn monsters, now it's your turn..."
"Kill that dark wizard first——!"
"That's the Corpse Witch."
"Little Phoenix, come behind me."
They started trying to fight back.
But Sophie looked at the chaotic scene with some worry. He was afraid that these guys would impulsively ruin the situation, so he couldn't help but remind him calmly from behind: "Remember to be calm, everyone! Only when you calm down can you fight -
—!"
In Amber Sword, he had seen many newbies who looked exactly like these young people.
Enthusiasm is a good thing, but it should not go to your head.
He had to recite the militia's combat doctrine in a low voice, which everyone present had memorized, but not many people could remember these boring and valuable experiences again during the battle.
I have to say that Brando is an anomaly.
Sophie had all the memories of the young man's last battle. As a new recruit, the opponent's performance could not have been better. Even as a senior warrior, he had to say that Brando was better in swordsmanship.
He is indeed a young man with extraordinary talent - the only pity is that he encountered the wrong battle at the wrong time.
On the other side, under Sophie's reminder, the boys calmed down. But this was not enough. Sophie knew that these guys needed to gain a little advantage to strengthen their confidence, otherwise the morale they had built up in a short period of time would easily collapse.
The wind became weaker.
The skeleton soldiers shook their rattling chainmails in preparation for counterattack. They tried to regain their balance, but Sophie's voice over there had already instructed Butchi's militiamen to change their tactics:
"Listen, these low-level soldiers of Madara lack intelligence and move slowly. Turning is their biggest weakness. Try to move to the left in the direction where they hold their swords. There is a blind spot there, and you can attack safely..."
"Maimi, you and Essen are going to attack from the left and right, do you know how to cover? Yes, attract the attention of that skeleton, that's it."
Sophie was half lying on a rock, staring at the situation on the battlefield, while pointing out what the other party should do next. There seemed to be a special magic in his language that people couldn't help but believe - this is what we call
For the power of self-confidence, calmness and calmness, people can subconsciously rely on it when they are at a loss.
And Butch's militiamen soon tasted the sweetness. First, Ike cut off the tibia of a skeleton soldier at the cost of a sword in the thigh at his reminder, and then his partner, Little Phoenix
He caught up and pierced the skull of the skeleton with a sword.
The moment the long sword penetrated the skull, the cold monster fell apart with a crash. The soul fire in its eye sockets flashed slightly and soon dimmed.
A bit of golden light flew out from the broken bones, and then sank into Sophie's chest not far away.
Sophie was stunned for a moment. Different from the last time, this time he clearly felt something abnormal - experience value. He suddenly realized this. But before he had time to verify this, he heard the victory over the enemy.
The young militiamen were shouting excitedly.
"Oh my god, I did it!" Ike could hardly believe it. He pressed his bleeding wound and shouted: "Brando, how do you know this?"
Sophie smiled slightly. These experiences were all summed up by him and his partners in the game. Even the seemingly trivial ones are full of profound lessons, because they are all learned through thousands of battles and deaths.
The valuable knowledge gained from the experience.
For example, Brando also learned some similar knowledge during militia training, but it seemed to Sophie that it was too superficial. If that knowledge could increase his combat effectiveness by 10% when facing skeleton soldiers, then
Your own should be increased by half or even higher.
From the year 375 to the second era, Sophie's experience of fighting Madara all year round allowed Sophie to know the opponent from the lowest skeleton soldiers to the highest level lichs, bone dragons and even vampire lords.
Palm.
If we just talk about the understanding of this dark kingdom, I am afraid that there are not many people who can match Eruin now. After all, before the first Black Rose War, the relationship between Madara and the light world had not become as tense as it became later.
Friction and conflict are not that frequent——
Of course, these experiences are also one of the things Sophie is most proud of in this world. Relying on his familiarity with this world, he is confident to continue walking and return to the height he once was.
But now we have to finish the work at hand. I don’t know if the gust of wind caused earlier attracted other attention. For the sake of safety, it must be done quickly.
Thinking of this, his eyes fell on the corpse witch.
