Before the human warriors could begin to celebrate the death of the three Stitching Monsters, the familiar sound of heavy footsteps rang out from the outskirts of the camp.

Another batch of stitch monsters rushed in!

The faces of several high-ranking knights became solemn and gloomy, and they could only briefly adjust their rapid breathing before meeting them again. Such a large undead creature is not something that those fledgling little ones can compete with. Even they have to deal with it carefully, otherwise they will suffer a heavy blow from the other party, even if it is enchanted armor and divine blessings, they will be not lightly injured.

Although it is difficult to deal with stitching monsters, it is also due to their existence, and there are not many undead creatures that can cooperate with them to attack. The offensive side is narrow, and the stitching monster needs a lot of room to maneuver between movements, which makes the stitching monster attack, and the tide of corpses just now unconsciously has a large gap.

After all, human mercenaries are only semi-armed warriors, and they do not have the enviable full set of knightly armor like the Church Knights, nor do they have dazzling and powerful combat skills. What they possess is the rich combat experience of traveling to many places and many places, and the omnipotence of swords, guns, swords, and halberds. They were powerless to intervene in the fierce battle that broke out in front of them, but it did not delay them from retreating to the rear, and continued to fight the undead with powerful crossbow arrows and beaded bows and arrows.

As the battle situation became more intense, the gorgeous combat skills of several high-level knights, such as "Breaking Evil Slash" and "Holy Light Strike", also began to appear frequently on the battlefield, each time accompanied by the demise of a high-level undead. For a time, the entire battlefield became stalemate in a strange equilibrium.

Xu was dissatisfied with the long-term futility of the undead creatures under his hands, and in the subsequent attacks, more undead elites began to appear frequently.

The most stressful thing about the fortified defense line was the new type of ghoul with nimble movements and sharp teeth. Their strength is basically the same as that of zombies, but their sensitivity is a hundred times far superior to that of their opponents, and they can rush into the human defense line with almost a vertical jump, and go straight to the priesthood behind the warriors.

Although the "Divine Glory" enchantment held up by several priests could purify them, it would take a while, and that time would be enough for them to complete one or two attacks. They are like a group of fierce beasts that have come to their deaths, and even if they are doomed, they will leave some wounds on the body of a human being.

In their fearless attacks, the priests huddled in the guardians of the barrier were wounded. Killing and wounding the incoming undead, helping their companions to clean their wounds, and when the priests are busy, they no longer care about assisting the defensive front line of the front.

And at this moment, there was a strange sound of "呑", and a large "cloud of death" with filthy gas tumbling bloomed among the human warriors.

"Corpse Witch ......" "Corpse Witch ......"

Distorted screams came and went, and more than a dozen mercenaries and knights who were caught in the "cloud of death" staggered out, all with gray faces, and some of them with wounds on their bodies directly began to fester.

Although the three "purification techniques" came belatedly, they always came.

The surging divine aura quickly dissipated the terrifying negative energy, but two mercenaries still fell in the center of the field. They were positioned too close to the center of the Cloud of Death, so they were killed by a strong amount of negative energy before they could reach the priest's rescue.

A high-ranking knight sprang out of the crowd quickly, the sharp sword in his hand was as brilliant as a pillar of light, and the other waved vigorously, and a half-moon-shaped "Evil Breaking Slash" had already broken into the gap between the camps.

That's where the cloud of death came from.

Outside the camp of the black hole, only countless figures could be seen shaking, but they could not see the specific objects clearly. And with the light of the Evil Breaker, a staggering corpse witch appeared in everyone's sight. In its shriveled left hand, it grasped a skeletal staff, and the skull at the top of the staff burst out thick gray rays that collided with the Evil Slash.

Breaking the evil is worthy of being a high-level combat skill to cut through the treacherous evil, with a condensed momentum and indestructible. Almost in a flash, he had already broken through the interception of the gray rays, cut off the skeleton staff that the corpse witch was blocking in front of him, and hit the corpse witch's lean body fiercely.

"Ah......h

With a terrible hiss, the corpse witch's white bone shield and the corpse's robe were slashed and broken, and even the body was almost cut off in the center. However, at this time, the Evil Slash, which had broken through multiple defenses in a row, had also exhausted its energy, only leaving a deep slash mark on its bony chest.

The corpse witch who had narrowly escaped death raised his head, and the dark red soul fire in his hollow eye sockets burst into two torches in anger. However, after all, the corpse witch is a high-level undead who knows the depth and understands the advance and retreat, and he did not lose his mind because of anger, and scanned the people in the field with a hateful gaze, and turned around and disappeared into the shadow behind him again.

And its place was taken over in an instant by zombies and skeletons rushing up.

"Puff Puff"

Three sparks in a row fell from mid-air to the position where the corpse witch had just been, and the sudden burst of shockwaves and divine flames plowed the entire front of the camp. It's a pity that in the shining magic glow, I didn't see the figure of the corpse witch again.

Three priests dressed in priest robes and chainmail came to the front line with a steady pace, their simple and solemn faces staring at the place where the corpse witch had disappeared, their eyes full of regret that could not be concealed.

It's a pity, this corpse witch retreated too resolutely. As long as it hesitated a little just now, it was estimated that it would not be able to dodge this wave of divine attacks.

Magical creatures such as corpse witches have always occupied an extremely important position in the army of the undead, and they have always played the role of commanders every time they come forward. If you can leave it behind just now, you can at least paralyze the undead's attack for a while.

The priests and priests from the Temple of Justice are not as weak as other church magicians, and have always been known for their strength. Their signature equipment is a heavy book of wisdom hanging from their waist and a 30-pound mace in their hands, which are difficult to play with without far more strength than ordinary people.

Although they do not have strong combat skills, with the help of armor and divine arts, they are still extremely powerful and outstanding, and they are simply heavy samurai among magicians. Just now, many lickers were killed by them one by one because they couldn't break through the divine shield outside the priest's body because of their melee attacks.

This way of killing the undead is undoubtedly the most economical way to save divine magic, and it is also the foundation of their long-term battle.

With the direct participation of the three priests, the front line, which had just loosened a little, became solid again. It's a pity that the camp that originally played the role of blocking the tide of corpses has also been shattered by the continuous impact of the stitching monster, and it is difficult to play the original role again. And a steady stream of corpses and a sea of skeletons also poured in from the gap, filling almost every inch of the camp's activity space.

As a last resort, the entire line of defense began to move back slowly, and the priests behind it joined together to form a dense circular defensive circle. On the outside are heavily armed mercenaries and ecclesiastical knights, while on the inner circle are low-ranking priests in cloth robes.

As for those priests who were strong enough, they had also joined the outer defense line, or reached out to summon a brilliant aura of divine magic, or held a mace in their hands and smashed the undead with a flail, stubbornly supporting the entire circulating defensive position.

The undead who pounced on them fell in front of them one by one, and from time to time there were warriors in the defensive circle who were pulled out of the battle line by the swarming undead, and finally disappeared into the vast sea of corpses.

More than a dozen bonfires lit in the camp were also extinguished, and only two were still burning. One pile in the defensive circle of the front line, one pile in front of the lonely little tent.

At this time, in the camp, except for the area illuminated by these two bonfires, the other areas have fallen into deep darkness, and have become a playground for undead creatures.

In front of the small tent at the back of the battlefield, only three majestic figures stood straight, so that every undead creature that broke into it could only fall to the ground with a helpless wail, becoming a real dead thing.

The gathering and death of countless undead creatures also caused the air inside the camp to become extremely dirty, and all kinds of bloody and rancid smells have completely overwhelmed the original cool and slightly fishy sea breeze, choking human tears, and they can only fight hard while constantly coughing dry.

For this reason, several priests hiding in the inner circle could only join forces to cast a large-scale magic spell of "air filtration", which meant that a divine grace that healed heavy damage was consumed in vain. And in the most intense moments of battle, a magic spell often means a life. But in order to make everyone last longer, this consumption may have to be carried out every hour.

Due to the strong containment of the front line, the undead creatures who can bypass the human defense circle and sneak attack the tent are either not strong enough, or the number is insufficient, which makes the High Priest of lead the two high-ranking knights to barely hold on.

In the gloomy night, the entire camp was filled with waddling undead, but there were still countless wobble figures emerging from the dark dense forest in the distance, continuing to rush towards this direction.

In a dark place out of the sight of humans, several grim creatures in black robes were gathering together, talking in a low voice. In front of and behind them, a large number of vampire bats hovered and frow, keeping their guard on the lookout.

"It's time to teach those humans a lesson! But you must grasp the severity well, you can oppress them to the extreme, but you must not kill them all by mistake, otherwise the later drama will not be easy to perform! Well? ......" With a low and hoarse snort of the black robe in the center, the black robes on the side of the attendant hurriedly bent down tremblingly, and bowed down.

When the black-robed leader turned around and returned to the castle of the dead, the few remaining black-robed people got together and muttered about the follow-up attack. And in the shadows beside them, in addition to the existence of a large number of vampire nobles, there is also a huge figure that is so large that it makes people's hearts palpitate.

Whenever the scorching divine light of the distant camp came here, it would cause a slight commotion of this behemoth, and it would take a while for the black-robed people to calm down the other party's violent killing heart.

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