"It's time for us to get out!"

Looking at the bloody and bloody battle in the human camp in the distance, a black-robed man snorted indifferently in a low voice, obviously not feeling anything about this kind of killing at all.

In fact, it was no wonder that he was so disdainful, with the high-level undead who were now surrounding him, just one charge was enough to bulldoze the enemy's ring of defense that had held so far. And because of the leader's orders, they can only increase the intensity of the attack bit by bit, that is, they always maintain the pressure on the other party to the limit, and they can't really collapse.

This sense of superiority that teased the enemy in the palm of his hand made him unable to hide his contempt for humanity, so his words and demeanors were full of the comfort of the enemy's life and death.

It's been 4 hours since the start of the war, and the troops on their side have only dispatched the cannon fodder troops of zombie skeletons and the second- and third-order low-level troops of lickers and ghost resentful spirits, and even the fourth-order vampires are not willing to use a few, but the human defense line is already in danger.

At this time, if the high-level troops on the undead side do not move, it is difficult to guarantee that the enemy will not sniff something. So with his approval, the vampire squad was dispatched.

The vampire troops he brought out tonight were the size of a large group, which was 500 people. This time, only 50 men were ordered to attack, accounting for only one-tenth of the troops they led. And at the beginning of the sortie, this black robe knew very well that these were all cannon fodder that needed to be "sacrificed" on the front line, at least most of them would die in the hands of the other party.

For this kind of task that is destined to die, especially to send a small life to the hands of these "garbage" that can be destroyed with one blow, even he will inevitably have a little affection. However, whenever he remembered the solemn warning of the leader when he was leaving, he could only hold back the killing and honestly began to mobilize the team.

It is definitely not possible to rush up, with the number of cannon fodder of the human race, it is simply not able to withstand the cluster assault of 50 vampires. Therefore, we can only find a way to disrupt the vampire team, and use the tactics of adding oil to fill it under the butcher's knife of the human little by little.

……

The battle on the island beneath us is still raging.

Just above the dark clouds that both sides were unaware of, a mysterious tower with a hidden figure was hiding there, observing every move below with its own special vision.

"Looks like the battle is going to escalate!" Seeing the vampire bats flying out of the dense forest with their wings fluttering and swarming towards the human camp, the young mage gently rubbed his smooth chin and began to worry about the humans.

"They can hold on!" The ghost girl leaned lazily on his side, obliquely gazing at the battle scenes in the magic water mirror, and commented with her own cognition: "The strength of this human church force is actually quite strong! With such a high proportion of mid- and high-level fighters, as long as they are not broken up by someone with a hammer, there is no problem if they want to hold on. However, those low-level mercenaries and knights are difficult to say, and they are actually the ones who are most likely to be slaughtered! ”

The young mage chuckled a few times, knowing that if he cared, he would be chaotic, and if he paid too much attention to the result, he would have a heart of gain and loss.

In fact, from the beginning of the night, they had already driven the Pioneer Arcane Tower to this place, thus watching the whole process of this development. Out of trust in Zena's arrangement, the young mage did not directly intervene in the battle, but watched the desperate battle between the advance team of the Temple of Justice and the "wild undead" that took place 4,000 meters under his feet from the perspective of a bystander.

From his vantage point, he could not only see the magnificent castle of the dead that had only been built for 5 days inside the island, as well as a forged evil altar hidden deep inside the castle, but even the spatial road signs that were being laid in the small tent of the human camp were also clear.

There seems to be a lot of room for improvement in this convenient temporary teleportation node.

The scholars carefully cultivated by the Temple of Justice below want to accurately calculate the spatial coordinates and spatial distortion of a leyline node, and it is really a battle of life and death no less than the outside. But this is in the hands of the young mage, as long as he can connect with Isa, it is a matter of minutes.

Compared with the two, they can perceive the strength of the former Arcane Empire more and more!

How did such an unimaginably powerful empire fall under the butcher's knife of the gods? The ancient books, documents, and historical records that have survived from the past are all vague or fragmented, making it impossible for people to directly get a full picture, which is also a wake-up call for young mages!

He is determined to emulate the Arcane Empire, dominate the Crane Continent, and then extend his glory to many large and small different planes.

"In this way, the gains and losses of the Arcane Empire must be figured out by themselves, and it will save them from following their old path." The young mage thought silently.

……

The undead are attacking more and more fiercely!

Since the beginning of the war, hours of non-stop fighting have almost exhausted the magic power of the priests in the circle. This made them dare to barely maintain the body and energy of the peripheral warriors with low-level first- or second-order divine arts, and individual injured people could only rely on "slow recovery" to keep their injuries from worsening.

The 7 fully cloaked priests relied more on strength to fight, but they retained some of their magic skills, but these magic skills were also used on some seriously injured people. In many cases, a fifth-order "Flame Strike Technique" can empty a 15-meter-square undead, while five third-order "Critical Injury Healing" can save a few lives at a critical time. The choice among them is really a matter of choice for the priests.

Compared to the self-blessing of the Church Knights, the hired mercenaries are vulnerable. The long period of fatigue and the toxins accumulated after a long battle with the undead can be eliminated by divine magic, but they cannot completely return to a healthy state.

As a result, at this point in the battle, many human mercenaries were exhausted, and they were barely supporting the battle with the blessing of divine arts. Once the magic on their bodies is exhausted, it is the moment when they fall to the ground.

However, at this time, the vampires on the undead side were dispatched.

There were 5 vampires in the first wave. They didn't seem to want to be in the company of those filthy and filthy low-level undead, and they actually came from the flank and rear with large thorns close to the sea.

These vampires appeared in the form of bats, their black bodies barely noticeable under the cover of night, so as soon as they incarnated, they seized a gap in the human defense circle and rushed straight into the inner circle. Their sudden incursion may not have done much damage to the armoured warriors, but to the clergymen and missionaries in cloth robes, it was no less damaging than a pack of wolves that had broken into the sheepfold.

In just a short period of ten fingers, there were 3 priests and 2 missionaries who were severely injured by them and were dying, if it weren't for a high-ranking knight who came back in time, I am afraid that the entire inner circle would be dead and wounded. The vampires are also cunning and abnormal, never confronting these knights with strong armor and sharp swords, but using their agility and agility to move around the inner circle, from time to time scratching and biting on the priests and missionaries who are in a hurry to dodge.

In the end, the two priests angrily intervened and directly incinerated the two vampires with the "Holy Light Strike", which frightened the remaining three into vampire bats and escaped.

As soon as everyone counted it afterwards, it was just a burst of harassment just now, and 7 priests in the inner circle of the priest group were injured, although there was no danger to their lives, but they also wasted a lot of "treating minor injuries" and "treating minor injuries" magic skills. The two missionaries who were "kissed on the neck" had no skills, and died silently in the arms of their companions in the absence of medical treatment.

For a while, the low sobs of several female pastors rang out in the venue.

At this time, there are still 2 hours before dawn, which is an extraordinarily difficult 2 hours!

With the power of the magic almost drying up, the priesthood has basically lost the ability to cast spells, and can only reluctantly pick up the sword and start defending itself. In order to minimize casualties, under the full protection of several priests and high-ranking knights, everyone finally broke through the encirclement of the undead and retreated to the vicinity of the High Priest of to reform a defensive circle.

For this time, less than 50 meters away, at least 11 mercenaries and low-level knights in the team were dragged into the darkness by the swarming undead, and the terrible gnawing sound could be faintly heard, and occasionally the mercenaries could be heard extremely weak.

The ferocity of the undead not only did not frighten this group of dead and wounded nearly half of the human team, but because they did not want to end up as terrible as the former, every exhausted warrior burst out with the courage to die and survive, and even dragged the battle down alive.

However, the Great Priest of sitting in the center didn't even send out a single seventh-order divine technique all night, but only used the most practical second- and third-order divine skills to continuously remove corpse poison, protect against evil, and all kinds of just right healing techniques for the knights on his side.

Half an hour passed......

Hordes of vampires roamed the surrounding shadows, occasionally rushing up at a high speed, tearing and biting as they snatched some powerless warriors from the human ranks, dragging them into the darkness. For these high-level undead who come and go freely, only those 5 high-level knights and 7 priests in the human team can compete with them, but it is a pity that they take care of one or the other, and there are always places where they are not well protected.

As a result, as the vampires ravaged, the morale of the human team began to decline irreversibly.

An hour passed.

It was the darkest time before dawn, and the undead who had besieged them, under the mad urging of those corpse witches, also began to launch a more fierce attack on the camp.

Fortunately, the huge tonnage of stitching monsters has been exhausted, and the combination that the undead can come up with is a three-dimensional attack of zombies, ghosts, and vampires, and even those few corpse witches who are hidden behind the scenes have quietly infiltrated the camp to play a sneak attack.

And the Great Priest of, who had expected this, finally came up with a killer weapon at the most critical moment. This is a simple style of magic scroll with mysterious mystical patterns on it. As soon as they took it out, a few black-robed corpse witches who had quietly approached the last defensive circle of the human race in the darkness sensed the vast and terrifying fluctuations of divine magic.

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