Daqin: I, Fusu, can summon the undead

Chapter 105: Death-level Skeletons’ Death Battle, Nightmare-level Skeletons’ Full Strength

"Ruined!"

On the grassland, millions of cattle attacked the skeleton soldiers' defenses, trampling down 300,000 skeleton soldiers.

Looking at the skeleton army formation that was torn to pieces and overwhelmed by the cattle herd, the commander-in-chief of the Second Undead Legion, the nightmare warrior Kou Zhen, was stunned.

The undead bone eagles are not only spread all over the world, but also all over the grassland. Such a huge herd of cattle should have been discovered when they gathered. Why didn't the reconnaissance bone eagles come to report in advance, and not even a little bit of news came.

"So, this is what the king meant!"

After a few seconds of silence, Kou Zhen finally figured it out and couldn't help but sigh in disappointment.

There might be internal fighting among the undead, but absolutely no undead can go against the will of the great Lich King, let alone betray him, let alone a mere Bone Eagle. There is only one possibility for this to happen, and that is the Lich King's will.

Kou Zhen, who had figured it out, looked at the cattle that had broken through the skeleton soldiers' formation and were charging towards him. He drew out the bone knife from his waist and shouted loudly: "Undead! Never stop fighting!"

The soul fire in Kou Zhen's eyes became more dazzling, and the dark blue flames burning on the silver-white bones became more fierce. At this moment, this nightmare warrior will use all his strength to show the horror of nightmare to the world for the first time.

"Undead, the fight will never stop!"

Around Kou Zhen, the three hundred death warriors also drew their swords or picked up bows and arrows, screaming.

"Shhhhhh!"

The next second, more than a hundred arrows were shot at the herd of cattle which was still three hundred steps away.

These arrows were very accurate even at a distance of 300 steps, and had great penetrating power. Almost every arrow hit a yak's head, and penetrated the yak's hard skull, one foot into the bone.

Just one round of arrows caused more than a hundred yaks rushing in front to fall down.

(Death-level skeletons are equivalent to second-rate or first-rate warriors in the martial arts world.)
"咻咻咻~~"

However, within a second, a second round of arrows came, also very accurate and with great penetrating power. Once again, more than a hundred yaks fell directly.

Then came the third, fourth, and fifth rounds of arrow rain. As the arrows rained down, the yaks in the front kept falling to the ground. In a short distance of 300 steps, a thousand yaks fell down after only 150 steps.

"This~!"

Seeing the yaks that were charging in the front falling down one after another, Huang Zhen in the distance couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

He was amazed by such superb archery skills, which the Donghu people had never had or seen before.

After more than twenty rounds of arrow rain, the herd of cattle finally rushed to a distance of twenty steps.

Looking at the cattle herd approaching, the death warrior holding a knife and a shield roared and charged directly at the cattle herd that was rushing like a torrent.

The death archer who was shooting the arrows also dropped his bow, drew the sword from his waist and rushed towards the herd of cattle.

The next second, the two sides collided, and an even more shocking scene appeared.

I saw a burly death warrior collide directly with the charging yak, knocking the yak to the ground. The next moment, a steel knife stabbed into the neck of the knocked-over yak.

Another death warrior leaped into the air, stepping on the heads of the charging yaks, and stabbed with his spear, creating bloody holes on the heads of the charging yaks. Another death warrior dodged flexibly among the charging yaks, and chopped the yaks with his sword, leaving deep wounds that could see their internal organs.

This situation is not an exception, but almost every death warrior has this kind of combat power.

They were like carps swimming upstream, stubbornly charging into the torrent of cattle. Three hundred death warriors killed more than a thousand charging yaks in a short period of time, and even the momentum of the cattle charge was blocked.

Behind the three hundred death warriors, the nightmare warrior Kou Zhenshou just stood there.

A yak rushed towards him, but Kou Zhen held down its head with one hand, and dug his bone fingers directly into the yak's head, directly opening the yak's skull. He kicked a yak with a shoulder height of two meters and sent it flying six or seven meters away. With a sweeping punch, he sent another yak flying, knocking over more yaks.

This scene made the Donghu people's eyes widen and their scalps tingle. A hypothesis appeared in the mind of almost every Donghu person.

If there were three to five thousand of this kind of undead guarding the pass when they rushed into the Central Mountain Range before, they would have suffered tens of thousands of casualties just to rush to the undead, which would definitely cause them to suffer much greater casualties, and they might even be unable to break through the pass in the Central Mountain Range.

But fortunately, there don't seem to be many of this kind of undead.

They were even more thankful that they had rushed into the Central Mountain Range instead of the Western Mountain Range, the lair of the undead. Otherwise, even if they had 500,000 people, no one would be able to come out alive.

In the torrent-like herd of cattle, although the three hundred death warriors were powerful, they were ultimately too few in number.

In the torrent of cattle, some death warriors were unfortunately hung up by the cattle's horns, or knocked down by the sheep hidden among the cattle's hooves. The next second, they could only roll continuously in the chaos of cattle's hooves, unable to get up, and could only wait to be trampled to pieces by the cattle.

The wolves hidden in the herd suddenly jumped out of the herd, biting the death warriors jumping on the heads of the cattle and dragging them into the herd. Even if a death warrior reacted and split the wolf that pounced on him in half, he could not stop the wolves from jumping out of the herd, and even three or four wolves jumped out to attack at the same time.

As time went by, the three hundred death warriors were finally trampled to pieces by the cattle.

Kou Zhen, the only remaining nightmare-level skeleton, stood on a mountain of animal corpses as high as a city wall, looking coldly at the animals surrounding him. At this moment, Kou Zhen finally slowly pulled out the bone knife from his waist.

Looking at the nightmare-level skeleton standing on the pile of corpses, with blazing blue flames burning all over its body, slowly drawing the bone knife from its waist, the Donghu people who were watching the battle in the distance couldn't help but swallow their saliva nervously.

This last undead was obviously extremely powerful, so powerful that it was beyond their understanding, so powerful that no historical record had ever recorded such a powerful existence, so powerful that it was like a god in mythology and legends.

"Undead, the fight to the death never stops!"

The next second, Kou Zhen on the pile of corpses let out another scream that shook the whole area. He actually gave up the advantage of being high above the pile of corpses and resolutely rushed down the pile of corpses and into the group of animals that surrounded him.

The next second, the gray-blue blade energy flew around the herd of animals. All the animals that were swept by the blade energy were split in half. There were also cattle, sheep, horses and wild wolves that were thrown dozens of meters high.

Kou Zhen was as agile as an elf in the crowded herd of animals. He wielded the bone knife in one hand, slashing out surging gray-blue blade energy. His hands and feet were not idle either, dodging the attacks of the animals while punching and kicking the surrounding animals away.

At this moment, he was like a dancing flower elf, but every move of his dance was accompanied by death.

"This is the real Ten Thousand Enemies. Can the living really defeat the undead?"

In the distance, Huang Zhen couldn't help but mutter to himself as he watched the animals constantly flying up from the herd, including some wild yaks weighing several tons.

The power of the Death Warriors had already exceeded his cognition, but the horror of the Nightmare-level Undead once again broke his cognition, causing him to question himself.

　Chapter 3, Chapter 4 tomorrow

　　
　
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