"Come on, this guy doesn't know how to howl a banshee!"

Knowing that she had been deceived, Mistress Amantha bit her silver teeth, whipped the snake's head whip in her hand, and commanded her priests to quickly surround her.

Although she was convinced that the enemy was just bluffing, whether it was true or not, she would not test it with her own life. Let your men do these dangerous things!

Taking advantage of the drow's hesitation, Cullen's doppelganger stretched out his thin, shriveled light green arm and smashed straight into the chests of the two drow weapon masters standing in front of him, seemingly groping for something. When it let out a cheerful chuckle and pulled its hand from the two of them's chests, it clutched two hazy figures writhing and struggling tightly in its claws.

However, as soon as the hazy figure left the body, the two drow weapon masters collapsed to the ground as if their spines had been removed, losing their breath of life.

Cullen's clone laughed happily, and while comfortably inhaling the two soul bodies, he turned around and left, taking advantage of the fact that the enemy around him had not yet recovered, and escaped from the encirclement in advance.

"Kill that bastard...... Give it all to me, kill that damn undead! "The mistress of Emantha is like a flower cat with its tail stepped on, completely stabbed, and even her voice is a little distorted and distorted when she shouts loudly.

One of the two dead Drow Weapon Masters was the family's master of martial arts, and the other was her most favored face, and any damage would have made her heart ache. But now that he was killed in front of her eyes at the same time, how could this not make her crazy?

It's not that Cullen's clone was able to choose these two people specifically to stimulate the drow old woman behind him, but among all the stiff guys around him, the two of them had the most condensed and delicious souls.

Of course, if you really want to talk about the delicious taste of the soul, the guy who jumped and screamed in the back was the first in line, but he didn't dare to get closer. It could see the tragic situation of the destruction of those vampires just now, and without the assistance of the hordes of cannon fodder, it would not dare to go to trouble those few magicians!

At this point in the battle, it had been an hour since the devastating fire. The Drow's hopes of taking advantage of the gap between the undead and the fire to retake the fortifications became smaller and smaller as time passed.

In the final analysis, the cause of Yiqiē is the less than ten high-level undead in front of him.

It was because of them that the Drow follow-up troops could not fill the gate defenses that had gone out of control after the destruction of a large number of undead. This forced the Drow commander to squeeze the enemy's movement space with heavy troops in the narrow area between the city gate and the inner city. It's a pity that his plan gradually vanished in the strength of a few high-level undead.

The longer the time drags on, the more unfavorable the situation becomes for Drow.

But now, as the Third Family Priesthood led by the Mother of Amantha, the undead encountered evaded and retreated, causing the long-standing defensive line to begin to move backwards.

The undead showed a posture that the general trend had gone, which couldn't help but arouse the excitement of the dizzy soldiers who were fighting in the battlefield inexplicably, and they fought bravely one by one, and smashed the battle line supported by several high-level undead.

The group of trolls at the head of the line was even about to rush to the entrance of the city defense area.

Everyone on the battlefield has a vague feeling that with a little more effort, they can crush these undead into powder, and then completely recapture the city defense area, and use steel and stone to consume the number of undead again.

But an hour has passed, and the magic flame has been extinguished for a long time, even if there are still remnants of the magic flame in the narrow passage of the city defense, even if the temperature inside is amazingly high, it shouldn't stop the footsteps of the undead?

The Third Family, the Emmantha Mistress, may not have the strategic mind to take this into account, but the Drow Commander, who had been in the rear directing the battle, could sense the smell of conspiracy in the slow retreat of the undead.

However, at this time, all the mobile forces that the major families could draw had been hoarded here. Right now, some servants and elite warriors of Drow rushed to reinforce him one after another, and then passed by him with a fanatical expression, and threw themselves into the lump of flesh in front of him, which was already so dense that it was difficult to enter.

An indescribable panic gripped Commander Drow's heart, causing him to tear open his overly urgent shirt and gasp for air. When he calmed down a little, he began to move his command position back a little more without moving.

The attacks on the front line had seemed orderly and orderly under his command, but now under the impetus of the mindless Emmantha mistress, it was difficult to distinguish between priorities and priorities. All of the troops, whether they were meat shield-like minotaurs, trolls, ogres, skilled drow warriors and lizard cavalry, or spellcaster goblin warlocks, ogres, drow priestesses, and priests, all huddled in a crowd and rushed forward with shouts and shouts, completely oblivious to the situation ahead.

But they couldn't see it, and the Drow commander, who had moved his command position to a small pass behind him, could clearly see that something was wrong.

The few guys who rushed to the entrance of the city defense had been knocked down by seven or eight gray rays that shot out of the shadows, and the death qi that permeated them everywhere had eroded their bodies into a sauce-black color.

What was even more terrifying was that countless tiny bats with flapping wings and moving as fast as lightning spurted out from the shadows of various parts of the city defense area, filling half of the sky in an instant. The largest of them paid no attention to the close enemy, and instead flapped their wings and swooped down on their positions.

Commander Drow was shocked, and he glanced left and right, and immediately understood the intentions of the undead.

The pass he is in is an urn leading to the inner city, if this group of flying undead occupies this place first, then this group of drow troops trapped between the urn mouth and the city defense will become a turtle in the urn, and there is no way to escape.

At this critical juncture, the Drow Commander turned his head to look at the 30 Drow warriors who were following him, drew his Drow scimitar, and was about to drink to get everyone ready for battle. More than a dozen tiny figures suddenly sprang out of an area that was submerged by the Drow Legion, silently merging into the attacking Bat Legion.

When the corner of his eye swept to this scene, Commander Zhuoer gave another cold shiver and hurriedly shouted: "Everyone listen to my orders, go back and transfer troops with me!" Fast...... Fast! ”

Anyway, regardless of these close subordinates, he turned his head and rushed towards his family station. And those attendants who didn't know the reason, except for a few clever ones who turned around and ran away, the rest looked at each other and froze in place.

Escaping from battle is a taboo in the Drow army. I don't know what kind of illness His Excellency Commander has committed, and he dares to do such a big thing. If the family investigates it afterwards, none of those present will end well.

In the moment when they hesitated, the bats that attacked in a big way had already turned into black dresses, and the fierce vampires in blood-red cloaks pounced down with their teeth and claws.

It took less than two minutes for the small pass to fall completely, and the remaining three or five Drow warriors fled into the bunker on the side to put up a stubborn resistance, while the rest fell to the ground in a horrible death.

However, at this time, the Drow troops, which were mixed between the mouth of the urn and the city gate, were clearly divided into two parts. The group that was more advanced in front was frightened by the swarm of vampires, corpse witches, lickers, and ghosts, and the troops in the rear were still trying to push forward. The two turbidity currents crowded and vibrated and stirred up the entire central battlefield into a big quagmire, and no one wanted to get out of it lightly.

The clever guys who noticed the trail of the flying undead overhead were still trying to get out and watch the shape, but they were swept up in the center of the chaos by more rude-minded, non-chalky cannon fodder regiments, who were punching, kicking, and screaming to no avail.

"Hiss"

A terrifying sound of trembling hearts came from the front, and the dead air that had spread out in a large area spread out in the crowded field at a lightning speed. This made the Drow troops, who had already lost their command, more and more chaotic, and the dazed guys could no longer distinguish between the southeast and the northwest, and only wanted to quickly get out of this immobile quagmire.

The big men relied on brute force to push away the people who got in their way and began to run wildly towards what they thought was safe. And those who are thin and thin have become the most unlucky ones, once they are squeezed down in the chaos, they will never have a chance to get up.

Even the priestly group led by the noble and arrogant Mother Amantha could not withstand the surging flow of people, and in the blink of an eye, several petite junior priests of the family were squeezed into the side and disappeared, and the leader of the Drow guards, who was trying to maintain order, was even more squeezed into his armor, and his cheeks and the corners of his eyes were black and blue from which bastard took advantage of the chaos.

Although the drow elves have levitation spells to use, look at the dense overhead, interspersed with hovering vampire bats, ghosts, and banshees, none of the drow dares to show their heads. The few high-level undead who had fought with them so far were all hovering high in the air close to the top of the wall at the moment, looking for the most valuable target with blood-red eyes.

A cold current suddenly rose in the heart of the mistress Amantha, and she hurriedly snatched an inconspicuous gray hooded cloak from the guard beside her and covered herself tightly.

And not far from her, a high-ranking priestess of the family who was squeezed and staggered hurriedly blessed herself with a magical aura, relying on the soaring strength and protection, she was able to pull out the snakehead whip and drive away the "untouchables" around her.

Ignoring the scolding of this brainless fool, the housewife hurriedly bent down and slipped into the chaos on the side, sneaking towards the rear. Sure enough, before she could go far, she heard the sharp sound of the wind rushing down from above, and the familiar death screams of the priestess sounded.

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