"Jossen!"

"How can you-"

The young militiamen glared at their fellows. And the young man who was controlled by the corpse witch in his hand was even more pale, trembling, shame and fear made him hang his head deeply.

But he doesn't want to die, does he?

Freya felt that her heart was about to stop, and she subconsciously drew her sword. But the corpse witch immediately dispelled her thoughts, and the green light in its eyes suddenly bloomed, and one of the young man's arms immediately burst like a balloon, and the blood splattered, and he screamed, and the whole person fell to the ground and curled up in a ball.

"Woo, big sister, please save me-!"

Josson rolled on the ground like a bloody man, wailing and wailing.

This terrible scene caused several people to immediately turn around and vomit. The ponytail girl's face also turned white all of a sudden, and she shook it and almost fell softly.

"Little human girl, you'd better not act rashly." The corpse witch shrieked in warning, its stern gaze sweeping over everyone present.

But it immediately found out that there were militiamen, not worth mentioning, worms.

The green light in the corpse witch's eyes dimmed, and he was a little disappointed. It was ordered to hunt down the human scout who had escaped earlier, not to get tangled up with the bugs.

Freya's heart was blank, but she still endured a dizziness and tried to think about how to get out of such a situation. She still remembered that she was the leader of this line, and she couldn't show her weakness at will.

As for the girl beside Roman, she had already fainted at the first time, thanks to the merchant lady who helped her.

Sophie felt Roman's hand gripped her sleeve tightly, a kind of reliance and trust. Earlier, he had also helped the young militia captain with a long ponytail in the back to prevent her from falling directly, but the latter's strength was beyond his expectations.

But in any case, he knew that the other party needed some comfort at this time, otherwise he might break down psychologically first.

It is difficult for a girl to accept such a cold scene in peacetime, but fortunately, Eruin is a war-torn country, and most young people here have such an awareness.

"Freya." Sophie said weakly and slightly.

The girl was slightly stunned and immediately woke up. She took a breath, and only then did she calm down a little bit with Sophie's help. Sophie saw that the fingers she placed on the hilt of the sword softened a lot, and she couldn't help but nod in admiration.

Such an expression can be regarded as excellent, and few ordinary people can calm down on the edge of life and death. Although he didn't know why he didn't seem to be nervous at all - it seemed that after going through the time and the test of life and death, his state of mind became as calm as water.

But at least that's a good thing, either way.

He continued to ask in an inaudible voice, "Remember what I said before, to prepare for the worst?" ”

Freya was stunned for a moment, and her back nodded slightly.

"Do you have the strength to fight?"

"Well—"

Subtle responses.

Sophie was relieved at this point, and he rubbed his thumb against the cold wind ring - in response to the feeling that he was only halfway recharged.

Three hours is too slow compared to the ten minutes of a charge in the game. But fortunately, half of the energy is enough, although it can't make a full wind bomb, but it is enough to create a strong wind.

Anyway, he was prepared for the worst, and there was no worse possibility.

At the same time, the corpse witch finally confirmed that there were no other ambushes here. It didn't look at the wretched creature wailing at its feet, and raised its arm, which was nothing but dry bones:

"Soldiers, kill them all—"

As soon as the sharp, dry voice sounded, four skeleton soldiers armed with swords and dressed in black and heavy chain armor appeared in the forest, and they emerged from the mist, their bodies clicking, and they approached Freya and the group step by step.

Maybe Freya's team members had the idea of fighting back against these cold monsters earlier, 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 the last remaining courage has been crushed by the approaching breath of death, and they are powerless to resist.

They could only retreat step by step with pale faces to the end of the road, perhaps out of the instinct of biological self-preservation, they hurriedly drew the saber at their waists - but looking at the shrinking look, no one dared to guarantee how much combat power was left.

All that remained in the forest was the sound of inhalations.

Looking at these pale young people, the corpse witch couldn't help but let out a sneer from his leaky jaw.

Green light flashed in its eyes, as if enjoying the pleasure of the fear.

Indeed, human fear is their worst enemy, weak, transient, and easily exploited by useless feelings. In contrast, the undead inherently overcome this flaw, and each of them can be the best soldiers, especially the inferior undead - they don't even need to think, only blindly obey.

Compared to those militiamen who are even trained militiamen, but who look like helpless children on the battlefield, such a weak creature should not exist in this world in the first place.

It couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust from the bottom of its heart: yes, Madara will win-

But at this time, the corpse witch heard a superfluous voice: "--I'll leave it to you." It was a young man's voice, calm, poised, and full of confidence.

The corpse witch felt the fire of his soul jump slightly, which was an ominous sign, and it immediately turned back vigilantly.

What hits its empty vision is a sparkling ring.

The ring was on the index finger of the badly wounded militiaman, who had never paid serious attention to the guy before—a half-dead human, what was there to be noticed?

Pretending to be seriously injured can deceive others, but it certainly can't deceive the undead. These cold-blooded monsters crawling out of their graves can look directly at a living being's fire of life, and the faint and dim fire of life on Sophie's body can never be disguised.

That's a seriously wounded and sick man.

It seems so.

But the real threat comes from the ring on the other party's hand, which is a magic ring. The green fire in the witch's eyes dimmed little by little, and it could almost smell a deadly aura in the air converging.

It recognized the smell, and one of its owners had exposed it to some fakes when teaching it dark magic, and the breath escaping from it showed that it was at least a 20-level magic ring.

How did an official wizard's item appear in the hands of an ordinary person?

The Witch couldn't help but look horrified and greedy.

"Dead soldier, go get it to me—" It screamed, raising its bone-made staff.

“Oss――”

But Sophie raised her right hand and spit out the byte with all her might—or more like squeezing the remaining air out of her lungs. When the young man fell back down, he couldn't help but sweat profusely.

The space swelled a little, and then contracted violently—

When the contraction erupted again, the frenzied air stream let out a scream that pierced the human eardrum.

The wind stabbed the Witch and its skeletal soldiers like straight arrows, and as they raised their withered arms to protect themselves, the turbulence swirled through their empty ribs and whirled them to one side.

It doesn't hurt, but the containment effect is obvious enough.

"Freya!" Sophie shouted.

The girl drew her long sword in response, and with a crisp metallic tremble, her long ponytail fluttered in the wind.

However, to Sophie's surprise, the junior militia captain was not impulsive, but immediately turned around and scolded the others: "Makmi, Essen! What are you waiting for, Buch's militiamen! Team 3, follow me! ”

Courage is sometimes like a signal, and in a life-or-death moment, a word or a hint can make people burst out with endless power.

But there must be one condition, and that is calmness.

One person's calmness can affect many more, just like now. Freya's reminder was a slight startle, but finally reacted - this was the best chance, the only chance to live.

The sudden wind caused the skeleton soldiers and the corpse witch to retreat, and there was no time to think about it for a while.

This discovery made the boys regain their courage, and in the sound of the long sword unsheathed, the tactical literacy that they had trained on a daily basis seemed to return to their bodies at this moment.

"Macmy, cover me."

"Damn monsters, now it's your turn......"

"Kill that dark wizard first-!"

"That's the Dead Witch."

"Little Phoenix, come behind me."

They began to try to fight back.

But Sophie looked at the chaotic scene with some concern, he was afraid that these guys would spoil the situation with an impulse, so he couldn't help but calmly remind him in the back: "Remember to be calm, everyone! Only by calming down can we fight! ”

In Amber Sword, he had seen many novices stunned, exactly like these young men.

Enthusiasm is a good thing, but it can't get carried away.

He had to read out in a deep voice the militia's combat doctrines, which everyone present had memorized, but not many could recall these boring but valuable experiences in the moment of engagement.

It has to be said that Brando is an outlier.

Sophie had all the memories of the young man's final battle, and as a recruit, the other party's appearance couldn't have been better. Even as a veteran warrior, he had to say that Brando was a young man with exceptional talent for swordsmanship - the only pity was that he had the wrong fight at the wrong time.

On the other side, under Sophie's reminder, the boys really calmed down. But this is not enough, Sophie knows that these guys still need to have a little advantage to strengthen their confidence, otherwise the morale that has been built up in a short period of time will easily collapse.

The wind has weakened a bit.

The skeleton soldiers shook their rattling chainmail in preparation for a counterattack, trying to regain their balance, but the voice of Sophie over there had already instructed the militia in Buchi to change their tactics:

"Listen, these low-ranking soldiers of Madara lack intelligence, move slowly, and turning is their greatest weakness. Try to move to the left in the direction of their sword, there is a blind spot where you can safely attack......"

"Makmi, you're going to attack with Eason on left and right, do you know how to cover? yes, get the attention of that skeleton, that's it. ”

Sophie was half-lying on a rock, staring at the shape on the battlefield as she pointed out what the other party should do next. There seems to be a special magic in his language that makes people can't help but be convinced - this is what we call the power of self-confidence, calm, calm, and people subconsciously rely on it when they are overwhelmed.

And the militia in Buchi soon tasted the sweetness. First, Ike slashed the shin of a skeleton soldier with a sword in his thigh at his reminder, and then his partner, Phoenix Jr., rushed up and pierced the skull of the skeleton with a sword.

The moment the sword pierced its skull, the cold monster scattered with a thud, and the soul fire in its eye flickered slightly, and quickly dimmed.

A blink of golden light flew out of the broken bones and sank into Sophie's chest not far away.

Sophie was stunned for a moment, unlike the last time, this time he clearly felt the abnormality-experience points, and he suddenly realized it. But before he could verify this, he heard the young militia over there who had defeated the enemy shouting excitedly.

"Oh my God, I did it!" Ike could barely believe it, he clung to his bleeding wound and shouted, "Brando, how do you know this?" ”

Sophie smiled. These lessons he had learned in the game with his companions, and even the most seemingly trivial ones were full of profound lessons, as they were all valuable lessons honed through thousands of battles and deaths.

For example, Brando had learned something similar in militia training, but it was too superficial and superficial in Sophie's opinion. If that knowledge can increase his combat effectiveness by 10% against skeleton soldiers, then his own should be increased by half or more.

From 375 to the Second Age, Sophie knew everything from the lowest-level skeleton soldiers to the highest-ranking lichs, bone dragons, and even vampire lords.

In terms of understanding of this dark country, I am afraid that there are few people in Eruin who can compare to him now, after all, before the First War of the Black Roses, the relationship between Madara and the world of light did not rise to the same tension as it did later.

Friction and conflict are not so frequent.

Of course, these experiences are also one of the things that Sophie can be proud of in this world. Relying on his familiarity with this world, he has the confidence to continue walking, step by step back to the height he once had.

But now we have to finish the work at hand, I don't know if the gust of wind caused before has attracted any other attention, for the sake of safety, we must fight quickly.

Thinking of this, his gaze fell on the corpse witch.

This is a tough enemy.

(PS. Some friends don't quite understand what list this book wants to hit and the conditions for being on the list,

I'm here to explain it to you. The list of new books is the new book potential weekly list, and the selection conditions for the new book list are: the second or more published works after becoming a magical writer, with a total word count of less than 200,000 words, a work that has been updated every three days within 30 days of joining the magical book library.

The formula for calculating the potential value of the newcomer and new book list is: clicks of the week * 5 + recommendations of the week * 10 + total collection / 2.

Then click only count member clicks, must be logged in members clicked to calculate, 6 hours only counted once.

Today, the book has risen 2 places to 22nd place, and I hope to move forward a little more tomorrow. Finally, continue to make a wish, and be able to break out in the first 12 chapters of three chapters.)