Blood Dragon

Scar was silent.

"So it is naive to hate someone and think that he should be responsible for everything. Look, the magicians are about to cast their spells!"

Above the dim sky, a red light flashed.

"Magic? I hope it is a spell that can provide us with protection and other blessings..."

"It depends on luck." The old man also looked at the sky with hope. "If the direction of the wind is right to use these spells..."

Scar understood what the old man meant.The power of magic comes from the eight energies flowing in the world-the Church of True God calls these eight energies "wind".Each power is a faction and requires distinct ways to use and manipulate it.Those who can control and control these energies are called magicians.

But this so-called "domination and control" is actually limited. For example, on the battlefield, magicians can't actually choose what spells they can use.Because the wind of magic is erratic, at a certain moment, the flow of the wind is only suitable for using a certain kind of magic.If you forcibly use other spells that are incompatible with the wind of magic, the danger of magic will increase dramatically (the mage may have some unpleasant accidents at any time, such as exploding or turning into stones, etc.) ), and the power of magic will be drastically reduced.To put it in easy-to-understand terms: when the wind of magic is raging, those slow and gentle spells cannot be used, but when the wind of magic is calm and calm, using those explosive spells is courting death.

Of course, there are also some outstanding mages who can avoid these disadvantages to a certain extent and thus use multiple spells.But even the most powerful magician cannot freely use all the magic at the same time.

In the impression of ordinary people, magicians are those dangerous elements who throw a fireball at random.Indeed, on weekdays, mages can extract a small amount of energy from the wind of magic, gather it together to form small magic for body protection, or do other things.But such small things are far from the real value of a magician.These small spells can deal with no more than three or five opponents at most. Five or six magicians can truly display their power on the battlefield, which is enough to reverse the outcome of an army of tens of thousands.

The expected blessing spell did not happen.The red light in the sky continued to flash, and then disappeared in silence.

"I don't know what magic those vampires... will use..." the old man licked his chapped lips and whispered.

Everyone knows that vampires and their dark wizards use another kind of magical energy, which is completely different from the eight winds of magic, the so-called black magic.This is an evil and depraved power that only monsters like vampires or dark wizards dare to use.One of the most famous uses of this magic is to enslave the undead.Let those dead bones and rotting corpses climb up again to form an undead army.

But little is known about that magic.Even the old man who claimed to be a holy knight didn't know much.

From a distance, one can already see something coming out of the yellow sand.It was a shocking horror scene.

Countless white skeletons, wearing rusted ancient armor, carrying swords and spears, and holding crude shields, staggered over the yellow sand.

It was a difficult, suffocating time.Although the relevant knowledge about the undead army has been publicized over and over again, when you actually see those dead people walking towards you with your naked eyes, it still makes people's heart twitch uncontrollably.

The old man patted Scar's shoulder lightly.

"Don't be nervous, look at their speed... It will take at least half an hour to get here. The best way to relieve tension before the battle is to chat..."

"How can you be so calm?"

"Because we have already made money. If it weren't for this matter, we would have been executed long ago. If you think about it this way, your heart will be more balanced. We are all pawns, and pawns should have the self-consciousness of pawns, no Think of yourself as a chess player."

"Chess pieces? Chess players?"

"It's said in a certain book. Chess players can make choices, but chess pieces can't choose. Everyone in the world is the same. Of course, some people can actually decide for themselves whether they are chess pieces or chess players. Know you Why did you get to the point where you are today? Why are you full of anger and unwillingness? Because you didn’t make the right choice when you could choose, and then saw yourself as a chess player when you were a chess piece. If you this time you If you can survive by luck, you have to remember one thing.”

"whats the matter?"

"If you want to control your own destiny, you can only become a powerful person! Otherwise, no matter how you play, you are just a clown."

"Boom!" Suppose the cannons in the rear started firing.The shell fell in the middle of the large square formation of the undead army, plowing a clear trace.Wherever the shells went, all the skeleton soldiers were destroyed and turned into countless bone fragments.

But immediately, other undead took up the position of companions.The traces plowed by the shells are fleeting.

Behind the artillery, on one of the highest sand dunes, the human general was observing the results of the cannon.

"Very well, order the artillerymen to fire freely! Then let the archers go forward and get behind the criminal soldiers, and get ready for battle."

The fat man watched proudly as the shells sent the skeletons flying around.Judging from the advancing speed of the Undead Legion, by the time they finally entered close combat, each cannon had already fired enough shells, enough to cause the Undead Legion to suffer very serious losses.

The magicians also acted at the right time.Unlike the blessing magic that Scar and the others expected, the wind of magic at this moment seems to be suitable for the use of destructive spells.Human magicians control the wind of magic flowing in the atmosphere, extract pure flame and destructive energy from it, and then pour this energy into the undead army.Groups of flames exploded in the middle of the skeleton. Wherever it went, the skeleton collapsed and disintegrated, returning to a non-threatening dead thing.

"What kind of undead legion, what kind of black magic, it's just this level!" Seeing the huge phalanx of skeleton soldiers shrinking rapidly under the impact of magic and cannon, the fat man let out a smug laugh.If this situation continues, when the skeleton soldiers and criminal soldiers meet, I am afraid that there will not be many undead legions left.

A gust of wind suddenly blew from behind the undead army, bringing up countless yellow sands and blowing them along the direction of the undead army.The wind was mixed with an evil breath that made people feel confused and wanted to vomit.

"Black magic!" someone shouted.

Wherever the wind of magic strikes, the legion of the undead seems to be infused with extra strength.The skeleton soldiers were still staggering before, but now they are walking like flying and rushing straight.What was even more frightening was that the skeleton soldiers who had just been knocked down by cannons and magic had started to climb up again and joined the ranks of their companions.

"Bastard!" The situation in front of him made the fat man utter a curse. "Send the order to increase the firepower of the cannon. As soon as the enemy arrives, the archers shoot immediately! Make the cavalry ready to attack and detour to the enemy's rear"

Skeleton soldiers rushed up.

The distance was so close that the criminal soldiers could already see their opponents clearly.The pupils of the skeleton soldiers glowed with unclean light, the tattered flags fluttered in the ranks, and even the broken horns sounded, like the sad dirge of ghosts.

Arrows rained down from the sky, causing groups of skeletons to fall, but the life that had already died once would no longer have fear.Skeleton soldiers rushed up with bows and arrows, and started close combat with criminal soldiers.The strong sense of fear originating from instinct caused more than one criminal soldier to yell and try to turn around and run away.But they were all chained together around the waist, unable to retreat.The criminal soldiers had no choice but to fight to the death.

Fatty was satisfied to see that the forwards of both sides were in a stalemate, and the criminal soldiers withstood the opponent's attack.Cannons, bows, and muskets can provide steady firepower.

"Send an order to the artillerymen, archers, and musketeers. Let me shoot at the most densely populated areas of the enemy without worrying about accidental injury. Those criminal soldiers are scum, and it would be best if they are all dead. Well, and let the regular army come forward , Tell them, if the criminal soldiers dare to retreat, they will be killed on the spot! Let the light cavalry rest and save their energy, and if they need to chase, they will rely on them."

The concentration of the three spears pierced, and the skeleton soldier fell.The dark magic energies that connected its skeleton were disturbed and scattered, turning it back into immobile bones.

"Everyone, pay attention to the length of the chain, don't chase after it casually." The old man shouted hoarsely.

It should be said that he commanded very well. The entire squad of criminal soldiers gathered together. Whenever the undead rushed up, they would be knocked down by concentrated attacks from multiple spears, so there have been no casualties so far.But on the whole, the criminal soldiers suffered heavy casualties. The criminal soldiers on the front line had all been killed and injured, and more than half of the criminal soldiers on the second line had been killed or injured.Many people fell under the arrows and bullets shot from behind.

It can't hold on anymore... They have gone from the second line to the front line, and then from the front line to the salient, and they have been attacked more and more.Although the old man skillfully commanded everyone to retreat step by step, trying to share the pressure with the friendly forces, but this situation was only for their team.Not every convict squad has a recognized leader who is proficient in battle,

Frontline soldiers have been fighting for more than an hour.According to normal regulations, at this time the frontline soldiers should be allowed to retreat temporarily to rest and recover.But the general didn't care about the life or death of the criminal soldiers.Even bows and arrows and bullets fell on their heads from time to time.If it were another opponent, maybe the old man would lead the entire team to surrender.

But what they are facing is not a living person, but a puppet driven by dark magic, without emotion and reason.

"Okay, let's retreat, otherwise we will become the target of the enemy's key attack!" The old man shouted, leading the entire team to take advantage of the short gap to retreat, and retreated to the friendly forces again, winning them the short-term attack that they shouldn't have. Respite.

There was a rumbling sound in the distance.

The old man turned his head and looked at the huge smoke and dust appearing in the distance.It seemed to be a red thread winding and twisting in the yellow sand.

"What's that?" Almost everyone in the team saw this weird thing.

"No...impossible..." the old man muttered to himself looking at the red line winding from a distance.

The line moved very fast, and it became clear from far to near in the blink of an eye.That's not actually a red line, but a lot of red dots.The little red dots moved in the yellow desert, carrying smoke and dust all over the sky.

"What's that?" Scar looked into the distance, it looked like a red cavalry?But it is impossible for a horse to run so fast. If this is the cavalry of the undead, these things are red. "Our reinforcements?"

"No..." The old man's lips trembled. "We're done. That's the Blood Knight, Calian's elite force! Every member is a vampire!"