Pem misjudged and his heart sank into an endless contradiction condemning himself.

It was clear that he had already sensed the abnormality of the undead soldiers by the time of last night, but he still thought that this sharp knight army would be invincible!

However, now, he understood how terrible it was that he had lost, and that he had lost the most basic ability to be alert, and that the entire Knights Regiment was in endless danger.

An undead soldier jumped out of the trap at once.

How strong his jumping ability is, he flew up to five meters in the air in one fell swoop.

A fireball from the sky wanted to focus on his head, and for the undead soldiers, the area above the neck should be their second Achilles' heel.

Pem said to himself in a heartly comfort.

The fireball slammed into the undead soldier's skull.

All eyes seemed to be focused, and the undead soldiers were crushed to the ground by the fireball.

Even a crater the size of a meteorite appeared on the ground.

Surrounded by gunsmoke, Pem's hopeful look ahead was met with a critical blow from reality.

The undead soldier stood up from the crater unscathed.

He roared, and as if the fireball had completely enraged him, he jumped to his feet and took the life of one of the elves beside him in one fell swoop.

Pem sighed, still can't it?

Are all this batch of undead soldiers already so strong? Is there a mistake in your own information?

Everyone took a breath, and the elf fell at their feet in front of them, and Pem couldn't believe that the undead soldiers could use such a powerful attack power.

With this kind of attack power, if your own cavalry were to fight one-on-one, they would definitely not be the opponent of this undead soldier.

The short, thin elf was grasped by the undead soldier, whose strength was so great that he tore it to both sides, and the poor elf was torn in two pieces by the undead soldier.

It was like toast bread, and the elf was torn in half without any resistance.

He didn't have any struggle, because he couldn't struggle, the strength of the undead soldier was not something he could have imagined, and even Pem didn't know how strong this undead soldier's attack really was.

The undead soldier's atrocities had apparently not stopped, and he continued to advance, jumping three feet high, and in a blink of an eye he was already close to a cavalryman.

The cavalry did not feel the danger approaching, he was still entangled with an undead soldier in front of him, his strength was good, when he was in the cavalry regiment, Pem had already begun to praise him, but what he didn't expect was that he didn't notice an undead soldier standing behind him at all.

Pem was already too busy to take care of himself, but he still wanted to exit to remind the knight who was fighting next to him.

Before he could speak, the undead soldier's broadsword had already slashed the cavalry under his horse.

The knight probably didn't know when he was dying that he had been attacked from behind, he naively thought that the undead soldiers were a stupid race, they didn't have the ability to think, they never knew about strategy, they would only rely on numbers to win.

That's what his most obedient captain, Pem, told him, and he had taken notes even when he was on the training ground, giving his back completely to his companions and trusting them!

Those undead soldiers aren't smart......

He was wrong, and so was Captain Pem, who realized it before he died, but the loss of blood hastened the process of his death.

He tilted his neck to stare at the captain who was still fighting in front of him, and slowly closed his eyes.

Pem's eyes were red, his dear, beloved teammates, all fell in front of him one by one, but he was like a child, he didn't have any power in the face of the bad guys, he once swore that he would lead this group of young men to fight in all directions, so that they could become an indestructible army, but now he broke his promise, and even a small undead soldier they couldn't break through, let alone the mysterious and unknown desert.

The undead soldier with the ability to jump fell from the sky at once, and he landed in front of Pem, he grasped his broadsword in both hands, which was stained with the blood of countless of his comrades, and the blood dripped on the ground little by little, scattering like snowflakes.

Pem's eyes moistened, and the steel man who had been the commander for more than ten years was also touched to the weak point in his heart.

He raised the spear in his hand and declared war on the undead soldier.

But as if he was just trying to provoke him, the undead soldier just waved his broadsword and jumped to the side.

His movement speed is definitely not something that Pem can catch up, not to mention that now Pem even the mount under his crotch has been slaughtered by the undead soldiers, and it is even more impossible for him to catch up with the undead soldiers, the number of undead soldiers in front of him has not decreased but increased, which makes Pem panic in his heart, watching the cavalry around him become fewer and fewer, and in the end he is only left alone surrounded by undead soldiers.

With the rank of a paladin, those low-level undead soldiers were obviously no match for Pem, and Pem's spear could penetrate the throats of three or four undead soldiers at once, but so what? The undead soldiers were like factory-made machines, endless, and they were not afraid of their own death.

Pemm was still retreating backwards, and an undead soldier had scratched his shoulder, but he had turned a deaf ear to it, and now was not the time to turn back and give it a hard blow.

Pem still has reason in his heart, he wants to live, and then avenge his knight gate.

The night of war was not without its brutality, with the sound of cries and cries everywhere, and many children lost their fathers in one night.

Pam sat on the steps of the Elven Treasure Hall, his face had not been washed with cold water, his hands were mottled with sparkling knife marks, and countless blood still flowed from them, some of which had dried up and become scars, but many of them still had blood.

Pem's face was even more terrible, gloomy, and helpless, and his forehead was cut by the undead soldier with a huge scar, and the wound was huge, but he turned a deaf ear, and the blood lay on his collar along the center of his eyebrows.

His clothes were also in tatters, his armor was torn, and he looked like a scavenger outside.

The gun was still far away from him, and his eyes were fixed on the gun.

In last night's battle, all his comrades were killed, and even Captain Sbanker died at the hands of the undead soldiers.