The Silman Valley had been reduced to a land of ashes, and in the moonlight, the army of the undead marched along the rolling hills in several directions, and looking down the riverbank, the Owl Town was only a scattered ruin, countless skeletons looping around the town, and the wilderness echoed with the sound of a single click. Between the long processions, piles of corpses towered high, from which the corpse witches were picking out the intact remains and recalling them as warriors, and the cold wind of the night blew in from the direction of the pass, as if with the eerie incantations they chanted, making the atmosphere of the entire river valley even more eerie.

Standing alone in the night wind, still tugging at the corners of the ghoul robe by the cold wind, the Blood Staff glanced at a mutilated corpse not far away, it was supposed to be a human militiaman, judging by the wounds, it should have died at the hands of the Dreadnought, only half of his body remained, and his hand was still clutching a sharp rock on the ground, it could imagine that he must have tried desperately to break free before he died, but the Dreadnocs tore his body with their sharp claws. It looked up again and looked at the valley, where the battle was long over, and there was not a single living creature as far as the eye could see, only dead silence.

It was a perfect win.

As if witnessing the prophecy in the Book of Black Prophecy, the kingdom of darkness in the East will surely rise.

"Those pathetic Eruin mongrels must not understand why they lost so badly." Behind the blood staff, a young man with a pale face like a dead man showed his snow-white teeth and smiled, he didn't have fangs, he didn't look like a black knight, he didn't have a psychic pattern on his body and he wasn't a necromancer, he was wearing a neat black dress, like someone who had just returned from a funeral. He took a deep breath: "The taste of magic in the land is really fragrant, if it is in the Sea of the Dead Moon, such a territory is only qualified to be owned by a true Great Lord. ”

He looked at the Blood Staff again. He shook his head with pity: "I really don't understand why you can't beat such a weak opponent, I don't understand, but such a humble guy is not qualified to occupy such a good land, and this kingdom will only be left with tombstones and graveyards." ”

The Blood Staff snorted coldly, these dark lords came from the Sea of the Dead Moon, and it was said that in those magically barren lands in the east, the undead wizards and necromancers were more ruthless with each other. That's the land of the Four Wars. However, these unruly creatures were indeed very powerful, and the necromancers there invented the spell of extracting the half-corporeal and half-spirit soul-fearing body from the corpse of the pterodactyl, and the method of having the corpse witch command the skeleton knights, and their addition greatly enriched his army, and now Eruin was no longer in his eyes, and in his opinion, neither the Southern Legion nor the Van Mill Legion were vulnerable. Only the Highland Knights are still worth fighting.

"I heard that there is a white lion legion in the north of the human kingdom, I don't know what the combat effectiveness is?" The young man asked, looking back.

"There used to be, but it has been defeated by the Southern Legion, and I heard that the little princess dismembered her brother's army, and now that legion is dead in name only to this kingdom." Eruin's civil war between the north and the south had only ended for less than four months, and the Blood Staff didn't know the details of that war very well, but even so, there were many rumors and rumors that the losers who had lived through the Great War had entered the Dark Realm, and he chose to believe the claims that most of the Dark Lords now agreed with.

"Then it's not worth mentioning."

The young man's contemptuous tone spread far away along the night wind. Overhead, under the stars. A dreadful spirit was screaming through the night, and behind it were dozens of monsters with equally winged wings, each like a floating shadow, sweeping across the valley. Viewed from the sky, the earth is dotted with phosphorescence. Three long dragons were formed in order, their heads passing through the Golan-Elsen passage into the Slovefa region, and in front of them there was already an endless lowland.

It was the capital of the province. The direction of Fort Kurk is located.

But farther east, in the hilly and undulating areas, at the edge of the forest stood a small line of people and horses, "One, Two, Three, Four......" a group of fourteen people, standing beside the horses with a somewhat sallow face was counting the fires in the valley below, the nearest one seemed to be no bigger than a fingernail at this distance, and the farther one was like the embers of a bonfire, these fires were far and near distributed throughout the Silman River Valley, like a string of beads in the night, and the young man's face became a little ugly, After counting, he turned back to the others and replied: "The White Wing Cavalry Regiment should be complete, Owl Town, Roden, Mill Town, completely, I don't know how many people survived, I don't estimate that there are many, thumbs up They only came back from Roden a few days ago, saying that there are not many people who escaped, these people should be all finished." ”

"Can you please say a few words completely, it sounds harsh." The young man who was still sitting on the horse was a little angry, if they heard that the White Wing Cavalry Regiment had been wiped out in the past, they would have high-fived each other, but everyone present who saw such a scene with their own eyes felt a little unable to laugh, every fire in the darkness was countless lives, which reminded them of their hometown, if it was really as the lord said, maybe one day the whole of Eruin would become like this, he couldn't help but shudder a little.

Everyone present had the same idea at the moment, and they all looked back at the young man in the vest shirt standing at the end, Calglis was putting down the brass binoculars in his hand, and handed it to a young non-commissioned officer from the White Lion Guard beside him, after the battle of Ampesel, he and the young people around him could rarely see the youthfulness of the time when he was in Tonigel, and his every move became calm, or rather, like a real soldier. He looked at the young men dressed like mountain people, some of them must have been rescued by the lord from the Shavelund mine at that time, Brando had told him that these people were destined to achieve a good inheritance, and he was still a little unconvinced, but now it seems that the lord has a good word, and that kind of foresight into the future is really extraordinary.

The young man named Cowen and his group left Schafflund and climbed directly over the Grajar Mountains, and when the Southern Army left, they attacked the mines south of the Tosankad Forest, where they dragged out a large number of torturers and then went east into the hills of the Silman region, where the mountains were king, and although they could not escape the smell of banditry, they had become more and more climatic. The point is that the group of torturers selected by the young man at the beginning were almost all exiled for offending the nobles. And the kind of really fierce unruly people didn't want any of them, which seemed a little unwise on the surface, but if you taste it carefully, it has another meaning. The young man was not simple at all, and Calglis thought silently in his mind, "Mr. Calliris. What now, shall we go back first? The young man on horseback asked at this time.

"Shhhh

"Is there a situation?"

Kargliss nodded.

"Hide!"

The group hurried back into the forest behind them from the open area at the top of the hill, and about a minute later, a whirring wind swept overhead. The young men hiding in the bushes stared pale at the shadows flying overhead, seven in all, flying back and forth, and Karglis was the first to lead the horse from the ground, and the white lion sergeant beside him shook his head and said, "It's not a bone vulture. Haven't seen anything like this before. ”

"Is it a bone dragon?" The young people chattered.

But Karglis pursed his lips and shook his head. It wasn't a bone dragon, it had the natural fear of a high-level undead creature with it, he had seen Aloz in Valhalla, and he had some influence on the aura of dragon creatures, and he didn't feel the slightest bit of panic when those things flew over their heads. What's more, as a bone dragon, those things are too small.

"Mr. Calglis?"

"They seem to be looking for something." "Let's see." They don't find us so easily in the hills, waiting until daylight comes. The undead will shrink their defenses and return before the time comes. ”

……

More than a dozen skeleton knights were galloping along the mountain road, the metal chain mail on the horses colliding and rattling in the night, and the sound of the horses' hooves hitting the ground was far different from the thick and heavy of ordinary war horses, but seemed a little hollow. It's like a sound from the Netherworld. In the valley where they always looked below, two human cavalrymen who were running wildly were quickly reflected in the eyes of the soul fire that were burning with soul fire, and the other party had been fleeing in this direction for half an hour, and the horses sitting down were almost unable to support them.

The skeleton knight who took the lead pointed the Stygian steel scimitar in his hand downward, and the dozen or so undead immediately turned. Rushing into the forest, he chased down the hillside, where the woods and shrubs were still sparse, but from time to time there were still skeleton knights crashing into the trees and shattering them, but the remaining undead did not even glance at their defeated kind, and after passing through the woods that were nearly a hundred meters long, they suddenly plunged out of the meadow area. When Ivan turned around, he saw such a scene, under the bright moonlight, eleven skeleton knights' eyes flashed with turquoise phosphorus fire from the dark and dense forest, and the bare arms held high spears and scimitars reflected the cold light in the moonlight, and he couldn't help but be frightened.

"Xanaly, we're dead!"

"Shut up!" Xanaly replied angrily, but he knew in his heart that this time he was going to die here, these damn skeletons didn't know what endurance was, they would probably chase until dawn, but there was still a long time before dawn, and after such a long gallop, and it was still in the middle of the mountains, the horses they sat on couldn't hold out for so long.

"Hey, boy." He suddenly shouted.

"How?" Ai Fan replied breathlessly, his face was pale, his forehead was full of cold sweat, as if he had a serious illness, his riding skills were just average, limited to being able to ride a horse to drive such a journey, but now he was forced to survive the pressure to be able to gallop through the mountains, which can not but be said to be a miracle. But what happened along the way was enough to scare him out, and if it weren't for his luck, he would have fallen down the mountain stream or crashed into that tree by now.

"I'll go and get them away, and you run eastward, and when you get into a wooded place, you abandon your horse and run for your life, and when you get there, you're safe." Xanaly gasped and replied.

The young man's heart jumped, he looked at the back of this old cavalryman, almost didn't cry, and quickly shook his head firmly: "No, we are together, I was rescued by you, how can I leave you and escape, I can't do it!" ”

"If you can't do it, you have to die together. Idiot. Shanali scolded.

"Die together, die together!"

"Don't be stupid, we don't need to give them double copies." Xanaly rebuked, then added to himself, "Well, though it doesn't necessarily mean anything to them. ”

"Then I'll go and get them away, you saved me once, and I'll save you once. We're just leveling it out. Ivan replied. Xanali glanced at him and couldn't help but sneer: "Don't be funny, as long as your lame riding skills didn't kill you, Martha has blessed you, and you still go to lure them away, and the final result is not to hang up together." Ivan blushed, but knew that what Xanally said was the truth, and he couldn't say a word.

"Okay, you still have a fiancée to see, but I don't care. I'll pull a few cushions later, and you can live with my share. The old cavalryman shook his head: "Listen to the recruits, don't be so awkward, like a girl, I tell you, I owe more lives on the battlefield than you have eaten, and now it is my turn to pay back my old comrades, go." Live well. ”

Ivan stared at him, knowing he had made up his mind. He gritted his teeth to force himself not to cry, but he couldn't make a sound, only a whining nod. "That's right." As if talking to himself, Shanali suddenly drew his sword from his waist, let out a shout, and pulled the reins tightly. Turn around and kill the skeleton knights. The boy seemed to hear what he was shouting—it was for Eruin. But following the sound of the wind, it faintly resembles the wail of a wild beast.

He turned his head and ran forward with his horse desperately, but he saw the smaller and smaller figure of Xanaly behind him, and he rushed into the enemy's ranks. A sword slashed through a skeleton knight and slammed it between them, the simple-minded skeletons of bones visibly shocked, and they hurriedly turned around and chased after Xanaly, and soon the two sides of the chase were nowhere to be seen.

But only a few seconds later, he heard a faint cry from the woodland over there:

"Damn bones, go to hell!"

"Rosa!"

Ivan coughed loudly, as if he felt a spicy sensation between the lobes of his lungs, but he knew that Xanaly didn't have much time left for him, and that the skeletons would soon catch up again, and he looked up to find the forest where Xanaly had told him. But all that could be seen was an open mountainside meadow, a flat, sparse woodland a little further away, but it was impossible for such a forest to escape the pursuit of the undead of Madara.

He drove his mount on in a hurry, and around a large forest, a wider meadow appeared behind the bushes, but at the farthest end of the field of vision at the end of the meadow there was a faint black carpet of something.

It's the forest!

Ivan was overjoyed, but then he felt a little bitter in his mouth, the distance was too far, at least several miles away, and he himself didn't know if he could hold on to this war horse for so long. Suddenly there was a hollow sound of horses' hooves behind him, and he felt something, and when he looked back, he saw several skeleton knights reappeared at the edge of the forest, a total of seven, and Shanali killed four skeleton knights alone-but unfortunately the rest was not something he could deal with, "No, you must live!" Ivan gritted his teeth and said to himself, now that his life is not only his own, but also his fiancée, and Xanally, no matter what, he has to do his best.

He clamped the horse's belly, letting the spurs pierce under the horse's lower abdomen so that it could be faster, trying to pull away. But the monsters behind him were also as fast as floating ghosts, and the two sides kept a distance for about a few minutes, seeing that the forest in front of them was about to be close in front of them, but at this time, Ivan felt his body light, as if a huge force came from behind him, and the whole person rose into the air and fell heavily on the grass. He fell to the ground, and there were hot abrasions all over his arms and arms, but his brain was very clear and understood what was happening, he grabbed the dirt and got up and looked back, and sure enough, he saw his war horse lying on the ground, foaming at the mouth, it was no longer good. Ivan couldn't help but scream, the forest was only a hundred meters away from him, but he didn't expect that the last moment was in vain, he tried to get up and run forward, but just before he could stand up, he fell to the ground again.

He rolled on the ground in pain only to realize that his leg had been broken.

Finished.

Ivan was in despair, and the terrifying riders behind him were getting closer and closer to the skeletal horses they were sitting on, but he had to close his eyes and wait for death.

But at this moment, a silver light suddenly flashed in the forest ahead. This silver light caused Ivan to be slightly stunned, and before he could react, he saw the skeleton knight rushing to the front suddenly turn over and fall off his horse, and on its bare skull, there was a feathered arrow that was still shaking slightly. The cold light in the forest was just the beginning, as if suddenly, more than a dozen black shadows jumped out of the forest, it was a cavalry, but it was definitely not a member of the White Wing Cavalry Regiment, because Ivan had already seen the armor of those cavalrymen who were getting closer and closer faintly flickering under the moonlight, and the head of the lion on the armor was shining.

The cavalry staggered past him, their hooves falling like rain, and the boy was still in his dreams, and he vaguely remembered that he seemed to have heard of such an army there.

"Soldiers, follow me and tread these debris!"

The roar of Kargliss resounded through the valley for a while.

…… (To be continued......)