Looking at the rushing undead army, Talinnam took his last deep breath and put his helmet on his head. The next moment, the archers' rockets lit up the night sky. At the same time, the soldiers who got up in a hurry also climbed up the camp wall.
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A wave of arrows rained down, and although many undead were killed and injured, it was nothing to this army of undead ambushing in the valley. They were not the undead troops with only a few thousand people seen during the day;
An army of the undead numbering in the tens of thousands.
The arrow rain swept over and knocked down a group of skeleton warriors, but more zombies, skeletons and ghouls rushed towards the camp protective wall like crazy. The first wave of zombies fell into the tent outside the camp as it rushed towards the camp.
With the trap tape, rotting corpses were inserted into the sharpened wooden stakes one by one, and the sound of carrion being pierced could be heard in the air.
However, more ghouls and zombies stepped on the corpses of their dead peers and continued to rush forward. It was as if the zombies who fell into the trap were just stepping stones for them.
The captain of the archery guard hurriedly issued the order to shoot freely. The archers had no time to light the arrows and shot out the arrows in their hands. The air reverberated with the sound of arrows flying.
Everyone could not believe the sight before them. Countless undead were besieging the camp from all directions, and roars resounded throughout the world, as if the entire valley was filled with these undead.
Talinnam had experienced many battles with Berto, but the scene before him undoubtedly exceeded his imagination. The ghouls like mad dogs attacked the camp protective wall one after another. In just ten minutes, the wall was not high enough.
Below, their corpses were already piled up. The zombies and ghouls behind were still stepping on their corpses and continuing to hit the wall.
"Stop them!"
Talinnam shouted loudly on the guard wall. The silver sword swept across and cut off the head of the zombie in front of him. Another zombie climbed up the guardrail on the side. Talinnam struck again with his sword, cutting off its head.
arm, and then kicked the armless zombie off the wall. Suddenly, a crazy ghoul jumped high from the pile of corpses and threw down Talinnam who was fighting.
As soon as the crazy ghoul knocked down Talin, he opened his bloody mouth and bit the human under him. Talinam could only use his gauntlet to resist. After some crazy biting, Talinam finally found the target.
At the right moment, he pulled out the dagger from his wrist guard and stabbed it into the ghoul's throat. Black blood immediately poured down from the top of his head, staining the armor and helmet black.
Talinnam took off his helmet angrily. The air was filthy, and the smell of corpses filled the sky. In front of him, there were countless undead. The dead zombies and ghouls turned into stepped meat mats, allowing the corpses following behind to
Step on their corpses and rush up the parapet.
Raindrops were still falling, and Talinnam turned to look at the camp, which had also fallen.
"Talinam, we can't hold it any longer!"
On the parapet, more and more zombies and ghouls rolled over, and the guards shouted at Talinnam. Everyone's face and armor were stained with blood.
In the camp, Lord Bertol and the knights brandished their swords and shields, angrily slashing at the undead infantry who rushed in. They wanted to launch a charge, but unexpectedly, as soon as the camp gate was broken, layers of zombies poured in, leaving them stunned.
The war horse can't move forward at all.
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In the central camp, under the flag of the lion and the fleur-de-lis, the old King Charles looked resolute——
"All the people of Bretonnia, at this moment, I am trapped in a tight siege just like you. We have no choice but to fight to the death. I am the one who brought you here. I swear, I will definitely bring you
Get out! For Bretonnia and the Lady of the Lake, we will fight to the end. No dark force can make us bow our heads or make us compromise!"
"For the future of Bretonnia, and for the glory of the Lady of the Lake, knights, follow me and rush out!"
As soon as the old King Charles finished speaking, the gate of the camp burst open, and an army of zombies poured in like a mudslide.
Suddenly, the horn of charge sounded, and Charles drew his sword and charged loudly.
The Holy Grail Knights behind him went all out to protect the king and break through the encirclement.
The strong armored horses knocked through the undead zombies blocking the way, crushing their corpses with iron hooves. Charles shouted and took the lead in the charge, and the golden sword sliced away one undead soldier after another. No enemy could stand in front of the king and the Holy Grail Knight. The old old man
The king just relied on his own appeal to fight his way through the corpses. Until the knights met the powerful necromancer-Heinrich himself.
A passage quickly opened up in the undead tide, but no one dared to step forward in this wide passage. Two brave knights rushed forward, but the Necromancer only cast a simple spell, and two well-equipped kingdom knights
During the charge, they were wiped out. The war horse fell to the ground, and the knight on the horse was left with only a severely corroded armor. The flesh, flesh and skeleton in the armor turned into powder and scattered. The other two knights were not hit by the spell. Brave
He rushed in front of the Necromancer, but the Necromancer, who was thought to be not good at melee combat, did not give in and directly drew his sword to face him.
Heinrich held a sword in one hand and a bone staff in the other. The staff hit the knight on the horse at high speed. While the knight was knocked away, the long sword in his right hand also cut off the front foot of the other war horse, causing the horse to stumble.
The knight fell off his horse. Just as he was about to get up, he saw a black shadow coming towards him. The Necromancer was standing above him. The Tomb Sword full of dark energy came down from top to bottom and pierced through it.
Knight's helmet!
The horrific scene shocked the Bretonnian knights present. Their horses neighed and they did not dare to step forward. The knights' faith was fading every moment.
Finally, King Charles couldn't stand it anymore. When no one dared to stand up and challenge the darkness, as the king, he had to stand up.
Charles caressed his horse and was about to charge. However, he was stopped by the Holy Grail Knight beside him.
"Let us hold it back! My king, you retreat first!"
Albon, the Holy Grail Knight, stopped in front of King Charles and persuaded him sincerely.
On the opposite side, the footsteps of the Necromancer are approaching. He almost strikes one sword at a time. No Bretonnian infantry can stop this dark wizard. At this time, only the knights with the strongest faith can fight him. Five Holy Grail knights form a combat team.
The figure stood in front of the king and Heinrich.
Rain washed away the battlefield, and Charles could only reluctantly order the large troops to turn around and break out.
Behind him, the heroic roars of the Holy Grail Knights and the terrifying curses of the Necromancer came.