The first to attack was still the bows and crossbows in the camp.

These arrows, soaked in holy water, are extremely lethal to undead creatures.

Dozens of screeching feathered arrows pierced the night sky and rained down on the heads of the undead like locusts.

There is no need to aim at all, and the undead who are crowded with crowds cannot dodge, and these feathered arrows do not need to hit the vital point of the undead. Once the power of this holy water penetrated into the interior of the undead, the power that erupted was also very amazing.

The low-level undead writhed in pain, trying to get rid of the endless burn, but they couldn't. A puff of white smoke emerged from their ugly and evil bodies, and shrill screams could be etched directly into people's hearts. The undead grew smaller and smaller, and were finally burned by the holy water. In addition to the black dust and flowing viscous black liquid left on the beach, one immortal soul after another completely disappeared into this world.

However, the number of undead creatures is their greatest dependence, even if arrows rain down, it can't stop the corpse tide from slowly but surely approaching the outer defense line of the camp.

Although the outer edge of the camp was loose, the mercenaries had worked hard to dig a half-meter-deep ditch, which was also filled with diluted holy water.

The influx of corpses soon flooded the puddle.

Once the rotting zombies crowded in front fall into it, don't want to crawl out alive. In the continuous "Nga" noise, countless zombie skeletons were eroded by the "holy water" in bursts of white smoke, and finally turned into mottled dry bones and ashes.

But such a shallow pit can be filled with only twenty or thirty rotting zombies who are not afraid of death. So in the flickering of the fire, the tide of corpses continued to pour into the rear camp almost after a simple pause.

At this time, the mercenaries and church knights who were at the forefront of the battle were less than ten steps away from the front end of the corpse tide, and with the light of the beating fire in the camp, they could already see every detail of the undead on the opposite side.

The indigo-blue, acne-covered rotting bodies, the bloated, swollen, almost genderlessly crooked faces, and their signature burnt, blackened mouths covered with sticky salivation. Some of the mercenaries have good eyesight, and they can also see disgusting corpse worms that are constantly wriggling in that big mouth.

Faced with this situation, except for a few determined warriors, most of the mercenaries and some church knights who had not experienced similar scenes couldn't help but feel creepy, and a fear from the depths of their souls took control of their bodies almost instantly.

In the face of fear, some people clenched the weapon in their hands even more, and couldn't wait to swing it in a circle, blocking these ugly and terrifying guys from a distance, ignoring that the other party had not yet walked close. Others, already trembling, trembled with their weapons in their hands, and had they turned around in fright if it weren't for the slightest comfort from the semblance of comfort brought by their companions.

This situation is not only happening among mercenaries, but even many of the church knights have expressed fear. After all, this team was only temporarily recruited, and many of them were low-level knights who had come out to travel and train.

"Bless the heroic and protect against evil!"

As the Patriarch of District 1, Grand Priest had expected this. Under his shouts, one after another brilliant "heroic halos" and "protection against evil" began to bloom on the warriors in front.

Valorant Aura, which allows friendly creatures within the aura's area of effect not to panic, as long as you remain conscious.

Protect against evil and protect the blessed object from the evil aura.

With the aura of heroism, the hearts of those who had just been a little fluctuating became firm again. The protection against evil, on the other hand, prevents the warriors from being swept up in the negative energy of the large crowd of undead creatures and reduces their combat effectiveness.

Although these blessings can be completed by church knights who are at the forefront of battle, most of them are single, and it is difficult to complete group blessings like priests and priests.

With the help of divine blessings, the mercenaries and knights with shields and swords in a shining light fought against the undead creatures who slowly surged through the wooden box array.

These undead creatures, which are usually extremely difficult to kill, have now become building blocks of rotten flesh and dry bones, and the so-called hard skin cannot stop the slashing of the sacred weapon that has applied the "blessing technique". Even rotting zombies, known for their rough skin and thick flesh, will not be able to withstand two or three attacks before they will fall and become a stepping stone for those who follow.

Almost as soon as the battle began, it was already in a state of white heat.

The mercenaries and knights at the front of the battle relied on the sturdiness of the armor and shield and the all-round improvement of their physical qualities brought by the aura of magic, and one by one let out an excited roar, without hesitation, they slashed and chopped down the undead who rushed through the camp, completely occupying the advantage of the scene.

But the tidal wave of undead creatures is not a broiler that is powerless to resist. Their sharp, greenish-black claws and bone blades struck the opponent's armor with each blow, causing ripples of divine art. Under such a continuous attack, one by one the divine blessings were quickly exhausted and became dim, and this was the moment when human warriors and undead creatures really fought hand-to-hand.

However, there are a large number of priests behind the human race, and although they don't have too many aura of divine magic with large-scale blessings, there are really a lot of divine skills that can be restored and blessed by a single body. As they murmured and prayed, pillars of divine light appeared on those mercenaries or knights who were under attack, and "slow healing", "gifts of courage", "gifts of protection", etc., began to slowly emerge.

These individual blessings are much higher than the group blessings in terms of action time and casting effect, and with them, the front-line warriors are not afraid of the zombies' corpse poison and filth, and completely suppress the sluggish zombie skeletons in terms of strength, agility, and reaction speed, chopping them into pieces one by one like chopping melons and vegetables.

For a time, at the forefront of the entanglement melee, the human side was in good shape.

However, this good situation did not bring the slightest comfort to the High Priest of. Even under his strict orders, the priests only performed one group blessing at the beginning of the war, and then did not make any moves, leaving most of the auxiliary work to the low-ranking priests.

Having participated in the last war of the undead, he knows very well that in the battle against the undead, victory does not lie in temporary glory, but in endless perseverance! Once upon a time, he was just an ordinary member of the human alliance. In the face of the huge mountains of meat that were staggering all over the mountains and piling up under the city walls, even he was full of fear and anxiety. And the screaming ghost that flew in the air, almost obscuring the blue sky, was his lingering nightmare!

The high-level undead are terrifying, but what is even more terrifying is the desperate number and madness of the low-level undead!

Perhaps it was the torment of that battle that made him sharpen his mind, successfully promoted to the Grand Priest, and in the short years that followed, he became a 14th-level Imam of a place by leaps and bounds.

Such an experience gave him a heart of perseverance.

Looking at the excited yelling of the front line, the slashing of the shield and the fragmented soldiers who had killed the undead, he did not feel much joy, but pinched his fingers bit by bit to count the number of magic blessings blessed by the priests in the rear. It was this group of priests, he didn't let them rush up, but divided them into two groups, once the magic was consumed more than half, he would change to another group to rotate, and never let them consume their strength excessively.

Looking at the various divine brilliance surging on the front-line soldiers, Grand Priest sighed in his heart. It's still too extravagant! What appears now is only low-level undead, as long as the blessings of "slow healing", "heroic", and "protection against evil" are good, there is no need to even add high-level "sacred weapons", "revenge of light", etc. Why did he order the priests and priests to make a large amount of holy water before, wasn't it just to avoid the consumption of divine magic at this time?

The High Priest of tilted his head to explain a few words, and a junior priest beside him hurried to the location of the group of priests, and was ordered to beat them.

The other party's high-level undead have not yet emerged, and the corpse tide is only a small beginning. At this time, I don't know how to save the magic art, and I bless the soldiers with some so-called magic techniques that increase lethality, it is far better to leave it for the later stage, so that maybe I can save the lives of a few more soldiers.

A "sacred weapon" in the early stage of the war is far less beneficial than a few "healing minor injuries" or "slow healing" in the later stage, which is probably only understood by those "veterans" who have experienced the real wave of corpses!

"Assert ......"

High in the sky where the light of the campfire could not be reached, came the signature eerie laughter of the ghostly ghost. looked up, only to see a deeper black shadow slowly covering the dark night sky.

The ghost is coming!

To tell the truth, the corpse tide formed by zombie skeletons is terrifying, but what can really destroy the strong position of human beings are these spirits who come and go freely, through walls and walls, as if entering a no-man's land!

How many times have human beings defended fortified positions that have not been shaken for days and nights with fortified cities and huge trenches, they have all collapsed and collapsed in a chilling and eerie laugh. If the human army is seen as a well-functioning precision machine, then these flying spirits are just gravel thrown everywhere, and almost instantaneously can turn human positions into scattered sand.

Without organization and coordination, the human army is still too fragile compared to the massive number of undead!

It can be said that since the beginning of the war, the High Priest of, who has been preparing to attack, has been waiting for this moment, waiting for the enemy's ghost army.

It's been an hour since the fighting, and with the strong assistance of the priest, the defensive line composed of mercenaries and knights has never been broken through by the undead. A large number of undead creatures have fallen, and the casualties of the warriors on the human side are not large, which is why they are getting more and more emboldened.

Instead of choosing to kill the fiercest human warriors, the ghost army that came from the air raid rushed straight to the human priesthood that had gathered in the rear. The reason why the human position has been able to hold on to this day is due to the blessings of these priests, so it has also become the priority of the undead leaders to destroy.

(l~1`x*>+``+