Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 210: The Noble Phantasm Against Dad

This is not Farkas' first time on the battlefield.

Although the Split Toe Clan is only a small tribe with a few thousand people, including many slaves and civilians, it is not a soft persimmon that can be pinched by anyone.

In addition to occasionally raiding the southern border of the Yankees and the northern cities of the dwarves, they usually deal with other clans.

But he had never fought such a frustrating battle.

He had experienced deeper despair before, but this was the first time that it was so unexpected.

Although the destruction of the magic network allows them to invade this restricted area without restraint.

However, in order to avoid being settled by the Velitas people in the future, they planned to make a quick decision during this trip.

Therefore, both the riders and the flying dragons went into battle lightly, with almost no armor.

After all, in their opinion, even if the arrows of those country bumpkins could withstand the wind pressure from the flying dragon's fan and shoot to the sky, they would not be able to penetrate the thick skin of the flying dragon.

As for elf archery and dwarf firearms...

These are not within their scope of consideration.

The Four-Nation Pact is not for nothing.

If those mages can be strict with them, they will naturally be strict with others.

however……

What did he encounter?

Someone shot an arrow from the ground, flew hundreds of meters upward, and then shot through the hardest skull of the flying dragon?

And the hundreds of arrows that followed were all covered with green wind patterns.

Damn it, did the elves occupy this place before them?

What's even worse is that he also heard the sound of muskets...

Even the smoke from the bombs thrown at the mage tower had not completely dispersed, but the battlefield was already enveloped by even more crazy sounds.

It was the scream of the flying dragon, the abuse and loud shouting of the Zanluo people.

As a Zanluo with thin beast blood, Farkas can control his emotions very well.

But those compatriots were different.

They were crazy with anger, and their bodies were filled with bloody flames, as were the mounts under their crotches.

The blood-soaked rider's reactions, strength, and endurance have all been horribly improved.

But the cost is burning your sanity.

They rushed towards the source of the arrows desperately, controlling their mounts to perform various difficult flying movements in the air.

Normally that would be enough to shake a recruit's brains, but now it's handy.

They roared and approached their opponents, throwing bomb canisters into the woods.

However, the tragic scene imagined did not appear.

The arrow shot out as if it had been waiting for a long time, and accurately shot all the cans in the air.

One after another, magnificent fireworks lit up, and heat waves burned the air.

Farkas felt an intense trance.

It was as if I was living in a dream rather than invading the McCalla Mountains.

escape.

must escape!

The clan leader misjudged this battle, and the enemy knew everything about them!

He immediately raised his altitude and distanced himself from the fanatical atmosphere.

There were fewer and fewer people around. The howling north wind blew across my cheeks, and cold sweat dried on my face instantly.

Farkas just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw a flying dragon staggering towards him.

It was injured and flapped its wings with difficulty.

It is obviously a dream to fly back to the plateau in such a state.

On its back is one of the three predators participating in this battle, Lord Carrick.

He also seemed injured.

"come here!"

Carrick stood up from the dragon's back.

He has a pair of cold snake eyes, his head is narrower and longer than ordinary people, and there are light blue scales on his neck.

An illusory figure that was as cold as him loomed behind him, casting the same cold gaze at him.

This is an ancestral warrior.

The ancestral spirit behind him not only increases his strength, but can also temporarily leave his body to join the battle.

At such a close distance, Farkas did not dare to disobey even if the opponent had no weapons in his hands.

The two quickly exchanged mounts.

Farkas gritted his teeth as he watched the opponent rush upwards.

Now, he can only fly north.

Stay away from the battlefield first, then find a way to circle around and go back.

No matter what the mission is, returning alive is better than anything else.

Just when this idea first came up, a shrill scream came from above.

The sound came from far away, and Farkas hurriedly pulled the reins to let the flying dragon get out of the way.

A black shadow passed before his eyes, and he realized that it was his beloved mount that he had just given up!

Its head was bloody and bloody, as if it had been chopped by a high-speed rotating blade...

He looked up blankly and saw the huge hull slowly emerging, blocking the sun.

Lord Carrick, who had been so arrogant just now, was now like a small black dot, struggling to climb up the edge of the deck.

Fly...an airship?

...

Carrick climbed onto the airship and wiped the blood from his face.

It wasn't from him, but from the flying dragon just now.

After all, it is not your own mount, so it is difficult to control.

When he sensed a camouflaged airship directly ahead, it was too late to stop it.

He could only control it to hit the edge of the deck, and then he got a chance to grab the side of the ship.

You will definitely die if you fall, but there is still a chance of survival if you rush onto the airship.

Carrick's snake eyes swept across the people in front of him, taking in everything.

Humans, dwarves, Konu...

Very interesting combination.

Their leader is the young man in the cassock.

There was a familiar aura coming from the other party, which was somewhat similar to the soul sacrifice in the clan.

But he is obviously only level four.

Moreover, he didn't have a decent guard around him.

opportunity!

Carrick exerted great force under his feet and shot out so quickly that the deck was dented by his steps!

At the same time, an old man with snake eyes appeared behind him.

Although it only had its upper body, it separated from Carrick and rushed towards Heine at a speed faster than him.

The part below the waist was stretched into a faint thin thread, connected to Carrick's back.

However, just a few steps after he rushed out, a silver toilet skewer that came from nowhere accurately hit his forehead.

A figure wearing leather armor appeared next to the pusher.

He held the lever with both hands and pulled hard.

Carrick's father, who was originally shooting forward, was suddenly led astray, and his solid spirit body was forcibly deformed.

Its face was distorted, and it punched at Teacher Xia like crazy, but the latter deftly avoided it. At the same time, it continued to run across the deck with the shovel, getting further and further away from Carrick.

The thin thread connecting father and son seemed to be torn apart.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Carrick immediately gave up on Heine and ran towards Teacher Xia instead!

This weird skeleton shocked him. The most terrible thing was that it actually had a way to steal the spirit of his ancestors! ?

Why is there such a vicious spell? !

Seeing that his opponent had given up on him, Heine immediately activated the Eye of the Dead.

He was surprised to find that the connection that seemed to be getting thinner and thinner in ordinary people's eyes was actually a strange blood vessel.

The bright red blood vessels were still bulging regularly, with a nerve-like silver filament strung on them, which was connected to Carrick's father.

The structure of the latter is somewhat similar to that of Squidward.

But the difference is that Squidward is composed of black and white lines intertwined.

The ancestor spirits in front of him were red blood vessels and silvery soul-like threads.

There is actually a beating heart hidden in its chest. "Blood and soul...the structure of the ancestral spirits is actually related to necromancy."

Heine couldn't help but be very curious.

The last time I saw such a bright red under the Eyes of the Dead was when George was assassinated in the hunting ground.

Such is the thread that controls bloodworms.

Heine locked the nerve-like soul threads on the blood vessels, and then released the genuine soul sucking.

He hasn't used this skill much since he learned it from Squidward.

A white silk thread instantly hooked up to the connection.

The soul silk thread was instantly pulled into a bow shape and deeply inserted into the blood vessel.

Carrick's father's movements became sluggish for a moment.

And this Zanluo man also felt as if a sharp knife had been pierced into his mind, and then stirred wildly.

"Ahhh-"

He fell to the ground in pain, holding his head and wailing.

"What the hell?"

How could Teacher Xia miss this good opportunity?

He immediately grabbed the shovel and rushed to the bow of the ship, then jumped!

The ancestral spirit was dragged off the boat by him, and its "blood vessels" were instantly stretched to the limit.

Then, it seemed like a "boom".

The soul thread was broken under the action of shearing force.

The blood vessel retracted suddenly, but Carrick's father only retracted half of it.

Those parts of its body that belong to the soul were taken away by the leather pick.

At the same time, Teacher Xia, who rushed out of the deck, immediately took off the wind bag around his waist and opened the bag diagonally downward.

A strong gust of wind blew out of it, and the recoil bounced him back.

Seeing this, Heine breathed a sigh of relief.

This guy really likes extreme operations.

Teacher Xia handed the small silver ball sucked by the pick to Heine.

He looked at Carrick who was unconscious, and then at the thing in his hand.

This thing is awesome!

"Stop being stunned."

Heine urged: "Deal with this guy, we still have to stop other escapees."

"Yes"

Teacher Xia walked towards the Zanluo people with a dagger in hand.

……

Compared with the deck battle of the "Fire Bronze" that ended quickly, the ground and close-to-ground battles were much more brutal.

It is unknown how long this group of dragon riders had been preparing, but their opponents had been preparing for three days.

Three days ago, Heine rode a ghost horse and confirmed that the entire Mekala Mountains were not affected by the void disaster.

As for the border area.

To the west is the wasteland exclusive to the Mage Tower, where nothing happens.

There are "barriers" visible to the naked eye in the south and north directions.

This barrier was specially created by the Masters to allow the Magic Network to bypass the mountainous area. It is also the "physical barrier" of the Four Nations Convention.

Now that disaster has struck, it has become protection.

There are no cracks within the barrier, and the strange beasts outside deliberately stay away, so there is no need to worry for the time being.

As for the remaining east side, although there is no clear "barrier" of the magic network, if you connect the western stronghold of the Blight Scar and Cuiye Court, you will find that the crack only appears east of this line.

So, after setting up sentries, Heine made the decision to wait and see.

Mr. Sa spent the night looking through the dictionary and wrote down the "essentials of fighting the dragon rider" that the brothers recalled as a guide.

Several people almost broke apart the details of the battle, crushed them into pieces, and then translated them into human words and presented them.

It was then handed over to a team of elite shooters led by Todd for careful study.

Just looking at the guide is obviously not enough.

Mr. Sa also rode Huiyu himself, pretending to be a flying dragon rider, and replaced the bomb canister with a dung can, teaching this group of pseudo-cute newcomers who had been on the battlefield several times a solid lesson.

After going through hell's difficulty, this group of guys ambushed here.

Then he taught a lesson to this group of Zanluo people who didn't know the heights of the world.

After the first few rounds of fruitful volleys, the Zanluo people, whose anger burned away their senses, finally rushed into the woods where the long-range team was ambushed, covered in blood.

But it was not the remote group that stayed here waiting for them.

It was the melee team led by Captain Jaylen Bender.

If it were in the past, the Zanluo people would be amused by this group of weak warriors.

But this time they couldn't laugh anymore.

Who are these people?

Each of these guys has two rays of light swimming around them - one black and one white, alternating between annihilation and warmth.

Not only that, they have pitch-black horns on their heads, light golden wings on their backs, and the weapons in their hands are also shrouded in black or white light...

Is this human?

Is this fucking human?

Although the average level of this group of surviving ancestral warriors is one level higher than that of their opponents, their injuries and the opponents' special "weapons" negate this advantage.

So, it’s time for the warriors to compete with real swords and guns!

anger!

Whoever can dominate anger, whoever can control this rage, will have the last laugh!

The price of losing your mind is that it won't last long.

This anger, born of the desire to destroy, is like a fleeting flame that burns out leaving only emptiness and hunger.

But not so with deep anger!

"Defend our homeland! Don't let these invaders go!"

Jay roared, and the response behind him was like thunder!

That is the unyielding roar issued by each firm belief!

"Defend your home!"

"Defend your home!"

"Defend your home!"

The sound was deafening, stirring the cold air.

It passed into the woods not far away and reached Arthur's ears.

The blood on Brother Warrior's body inexplicably increased again!

Bang bang bang!

After the collision, the opponent had to move away to temporarily avoid the edge.

Arthur's opponent is a Zanluo man with a thin body and a thick neck.

Two illusory figures that were somewhat similar to him floated behind him.

This one is still a European Emperor, and he can defeat two people at level five.

He held two scimitars and looked solemnly at the warrior in front of him.

Even for him, who has seen all kinds of orcs, the person in front of him can be called a monster...

The pitch-black horn, the golden wings, the clear black and white light of protection.

On the basis of these, the rich blood light was like a large ooze monster, wrapping him in it.

The strong smell of blood hit his face.

"He's not easy to deal with."

A father reminded.

"Nonsense, I know that too."

Daddy scolded.

The three generations of grandparents and grandchildren combined had a 50-50 draw with the opponent. Everyone knew that this person was difficult to deal with.

Most of the anger in the Zanluo people's eyes dissipated.

He was ready to run.

But Brother Warrior obviously didn't intend to give him a chance to breathe. He stepped on a big hole under his feet, and his whole body was shot over like a cannonball!

Seeing this, the Zanluo man's father came up to him and shouted:

"You two run first!"

But just as his son turned around, a flaming Common Tongue hit the ground.

"What kind of animal are you?"

The writing disappeared in the blink of an eye, but the question mark suddenly grew larger and then exploded.

More little question marks rushed towards me.

"What the hell is this!?"

　It's late, there will be another chapter later.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)