By night, the undead soldiers had gathered on the top of the hill, and they seemed to be stronger than before, and Bandak could feel it in their breath.

The undead soldiers looked very ugly, their faces were not full faces, but skeletons, and even some insects crawling on them, and some green light came out of their hollow eyes, which was dazzling in the night.

Bandak waved the flag in his hand, and this wife was his command tool.

He shouted, "Kill! ”

All the Swadia sergeants seemed to be in high spirits, and they made their way towards the undead soldiers in unison, and behind them were elves casting a magic that would give them more powerful attacks and lift their spirits.

Bandak was not idle, and immediately stepped on a horse and followed closely behind Sergeant Svadia. 、

Unlike Pem, Bandak did not use a triangular attack phalanx, but a square phalanx, and all the Swadia sergeants held shields modified by crystal mines, and marched in unison towards the undead soldiers, who seemed to be intimidated by their might.

Even slowed down his pace, and the Swadia sergeant became even more vigorous.

In their minds, the Bandak Commander said that as long as they are fearless and not afraid, then these undead soldiers are vulnerable dolls, but as soon as they relax, these undead soldiers will become a hundred, a thousand times stronger than before.

These simple soldiers, thinking that what Bandak said were the truth, were not afraid, because if they were afraid, they would only be left with a dead end, so they cried out, tearing their throats and shouting, not afraid of any undead soldiers.

A burly undead soldier with a sharp broadsword fell from the sky, he jumped from a tree, trying to jump into this impregnable phalanx, but before he could stand firm, he was pierced through his throat by a spear from the Swadia sergeant next to him, and instead of bright red blood, he flowed out of a green, bubbling liquid that flowed from his neck to the toes, and fell to the ground, and countless Swadia sergeants trampled over his corpse, which was their trampling on the dignity of the enemy, but those undead soldiers seemed to have no idea when they had come to consciousness, and they were a little afraid of these young Swadia sergeants.

The elven ministers unleashed their magic behind them, most of them were attackers with attack magic, some of them used super fireball magic, ice sealing spell, and restricted all those undead soldiers, and some used space magic to transfer the undead soldiers to their positions, thus breaking their phalanx, and all this is the credit of Bandak, these elven ministers have never fought a battle so seriously, most of the time, they play the role of deserters, when facing the enemy, They subconsciously push their soldiers to the front, as long as the form is slightly unfavorable, these ministers will apply to the king for a withdrawal order, but the elf king is also a cowardly person, no matter what the withdrawal order he can accept, and in this country is advocating absolute strength, as long as your strength is strong enough, then the king can even exchange a thousand ordinary people for a powerful minister.

This is the law of this kingdom, which has gradually reduced this kingdom to a colony, and has been in a position of weakness from beginning to end in this undead soldier raid.

Bandak had fully understood the reason for the backwardness of this kingdom, but he did not raise it with the Elven King, who had already realized his misadministration, so he had always intended to throw an olive branch to Lord Kant.

More than a hundred undead soldiers suddenly burst in from the right side of the phalanx, and those undead soldiers were so neat that even Bendak had the illusion that these undead soldiers were regular soldiers.

But the Swadia sergeants are not vegetarian troops, they raised their shields to meet the ill-intentioned undead soldiers, countless large knives slashed on the hard shields, making a sonorous sound, this sound is very disturbing to the ears, but the Swadia sergeants have become accustomed to it, their hands have begun to tremble because of the violent frequency, the more they tremble, but their hands are gripping tightly, no one has the urge to let go, they are a whole, as long as there is a loophole, Then the entire Svadia sergeant will face a rout, and no one wants to be the one who sinners.

But there was always someone who would act as the sinner, the young man who spoke to the Bandakh Commander at noon, and he was shocked that the Bandak Commander would sleep with them.

At this time, he made a mistake, he grabbed very tightly, but most of the undead soldiers were attacking his shield, and his hands had already begun to bleed bright red blood because of grabbing the handle, and those blood stained the ground red, but he didn't want to give up, he didn't want to see the commander show a disappointed expression when he saw him, so he kept gritting his teeth and persevering, but more undead soldiers came to break through his shield, and countless machetes attacked on the shield, even if it was a shield forged from crystal mines, At this point, it was as vulnerable as glass, and it finally reached a critical point, and the shield shattered.

Seeing that there was a hole in the phalanx, the undead soldiers were all focused on this hole.

He panicked, looking at the undead soldier in front of him, his first thought was to raise the dagger on his waist and fight with the undead soldier for his life, but the machete of the undead soldier was more agile than his reaction, his shoulder felt an unattainable pain, he could feel a fountain of blood surging from his wounds, his jaw, and the top of his neck were all stained with bright colors, he trembled, his hand could no longer touch the dagger on his waist, and when he touched the dagger on his waist, I'm afraid it's already been slashed in two by the undead soldiers.

Without hesitation, he stepped forward, his weak body covering the machete of the undead soldier, the blade piercing through his body, blood tumbling on the piercing tip of the blade, a very hot, thick stream of blood.

It was the pride of a young soldier, and it kept tumbling, refusing to fall from the blade to the ground, but the little hot blood always had a cold time.