Li Quan, the leader of the Loyalty Army (Northern Army), asked his wife Yang Miaozhen to stay in Chuzhou (today's Huai'an, Jiangsu), while he led an army of 30,000 land and sea troops to capture Taizhou.
Li Quan's follow-up goal is very clear, which is to seize Tongzhou and Yangzhou and advance to Lin'an, the capital of the Southern Song Dynasty.
Huaidong established an envoy, Liu Gu, and strictly ordered the army (Southern Army) to hold on, and the two sides started a confrontation.
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late at night.
The camp of Li Fu, a general of the Northern Army, was brightly lit.
Suddenly, the crackling sound of flames sounded and thick smoke rose.
"It's gone!"
"Come and put out the fire!"
The Northern Army soldiers shouted in panic.
The fire started very quickly, and when the Northern Army soldiers discovered it, it had already spread into a huge fire. Li Fu had no time to put on his clothes, so he hurriedly mounted his horse and ordered the sergeant to put out the fire, but how could he put it out in a short time?
People in the camp kept shouting and shouting.
Suddenly, a knight three meters tall, riding a skeletal war horse, appeared, followed by nine knights two meters tall, also riding skeletal war horses.
The King of the Bone Clan, Abaddon, has revealed his true form!
The huge lance pointed forward, the fire of the soul vibrated in Abaddon's eyes, and the fluctuation of spiritual power turned into a voice: "Charge!"
The black iron stream converged into an arrow and suddenly rushed into the Northern Army camp.
Abaddon, who was riding on a skeletal horse, was like an indestructible tank. With just one blow, he shattered the gate of the Northern Army camp. He rushed into it with a huff and shot anyone he saw! He exuded a sense of death.
The breath of the enemy continued to infect the soldiers of the North Army, causing them to move slowly.
Although there were only ten knights in total, their momentum was greater than that of thousands of troops.
"Enemy attack!"
Mixed with the shouts of putting out fires, the whistle of enemy attack also sounded, and the camp was in chaos.
Li Fu met Abaddon. Although he had leader-level strength, he was still not strong enough to face Abaddon. One shot shocked Li Fu to the point of numbness.
Li Fu hurriedly jumped off his horse, discarded the iron gun in his hand, drew out his double swords, and rolled forward.
He also has a lot of combat experience. Facing the big monster in front of him, he knew that he could not defeat him. He could only use his agility to get up close and short, so that the opponent's three-foot-long giant lance could not take advantage of it.
However, Abaddon ignored Li Fu and continued to charge, killing the Northern Army soldiers and infecting more living people with the necrotic disease.
Li Fu was confused, he was the coach of this camp, why was he ignored?
Before he could recover, he heard the flapping of wings.
The pale wings brought up an ominous air current, and Sigdrifa's figure appeared. The ectoplasm spear was as fast as lightning, and she thrust out with one spear.
Li Fu hurriedly waved his swords to block, and Yuanyang's swords slashed out a roller-like screen of snow-white swords.
However, Sigdrifa's spear seemed to go against the laws of physics. It was accurately thrust through an airtight blade, breaking through the protective aura and piercing Li Fu's throat.
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"Ho... ho ho..."
Li Fu's throat leaked air, and his eyes suddenly opened wide.
Sigdrifa withdrew the ectoplasm spear.
Li Fu's body slowly fell.
A gray mist rose up, as if there was an invisible suction force, and floated to the top of Sigdrifa's head, turning into a ball of gray mist that was constantly rotating.
"The resentment is not strong enough...it is impossible to create a leader-level soul warrior."
Sigurdlifa muttered silently, "However, two elite-level ones can be made."
The group leader's skill, Dark Drain, was activated, and the gray mist immediately split into two and fell in front of Sigdrifa.
The two groups of gray mist kept squirming as if they were alive, and finally turned into two slightly illusory gray shadows, which gradually solidified.
Two elite-level ghosts, the predecessors of the Shadow Assassins.
"Keep moving forward, the master still needs more warriors."
Sigdrifa fluttered her wings. Her goal was very simple, specifically selecting leaders of the Northern Army who were above the elite level to attack.
The battle only lasted for a quarter of an hour, and the camp with thousands of people had been razed to the ground.
No one can escape because...
Pudge the Butcher and Vladimir, the Blood Lord, walked east and west from both sides of the battlefield.
"Seventy-six people were blocked at the intersection on my side." Vladimir laughed.
"Pudge killed a hundred! At least a hundred," said the butcher.
Vladimir bowed politely: "Your Excellency Pudge is indeed powerful."
In fact, the two of them are lying in ambush on one side. Whoever kills more and who kills less depends entirely on luck and the direction in which the enemy flees. Moreover, the butcher's counting ability is very questionable. When he said "a hundred", it actually meant "a lot."
"One" means innumerable.
Sigurdlifa flew out quietly, and behind her, dozens of black shadows appeared, including about ten elite-level ghosts, and the rest were ordinary-level resentful souls.
Each soul warrior is dragging an enemy corpse above the elite level.
"Let's begin," Abaddon said concisely, "Pudge, it's your turn."
The butcher Pudge grunted and used his sewing skills, his deformed arms threading needles and threads with great flexibility.
However, his efficiency was really worrying. He worked for a long time and spent so many elite-level corpses to create four suture monsters. He was so tired that he sat down on the ground, and the ground shook.
Abaddon shook his head and said: "I hope these stitched monsters are worth the cost of their production."
As he spoke, Abaddon thrust his lance into the ground, his spiritual power surged wildly, and black mist enveloped the camp.
"Necrosis!"
All enemies who were infected with necrosis had a skeleton soldier crawling out of their corpses.
Of course, it is the skeleton soldier at the lowest level. If the skeleton soldier cannot even be resurrected by the necrosis skill in the ordinary template, the template will automatically be reduced by one level.
At the same time, hundreds of skeleton soldiers crawled out.
Vladimir praised: "Every time I see Lord Abaddon's ability, I am very enviable."
Abaddon's aura became much weaker, his spiritual power dropped to less than 500 points in an instant, and the soul fire in his eyes dimmed a bit.
With a long hiss, the skeletal war horse under Abaddon's seat turned into a black mist and disappeared. This was because Abaddon could not maintain the spiritual power loss of the skeletal war horse, so he automatically chose to reduce the consumption.
"The Necrotic Skill indeed has its limits."
Sigurdlifa said: "Resurrecting more than 600 skeleton soldiers without templates has exhausted you like this. It seems that your limit will not exceed a thousand."
Abaddon nodded. He first became two meters tall, close to a human appearance, and then took out two spiritual crystals, held them in the palm of his hand, and slowly absorbed them to restore the loss of spiritual power.
"The master's order is for us to continue to accumulate strength before the decisive battle. This is the first Northern Army camp we have captured, and I have also discovered the locations of the other two camps. When Lord Abaddon's spiritual power recovers,