rune hunter

Chapter 381

The dark sky covering the top of the head was finally completely torn apart, and the long-lost sunlight once again flooded the earth.The girl was suspended in mid-air, shining with a sacred and inviolable light, like the second sun descending into the world.Wherever the sunlight went, all the undead creatures began to howl with pain.

The undead warrior tried in vain to cover his face with his hands, trying to block the glare of the light.As evil products that cannot be tolerated in the world, they can't feel the warmth of the sun at all, and can only burn like magma.Under the sunlight, their rotting bodies gradually gave off a burnt smell, and puffs of foul-smelling black smoke rose.

The Cultists of the Curse who had not yet transformed themselves into undead survived, but after the Lich Klein was killed, it was not enough to turn the situation around just because they were emaciated and depleted of mana.Those priests who still had enough strength escaped from their cards one after another, and slipped away silently through teleportation magic.But most of the low-level believers don't have this kind of strength, so they can only put all their eggs in one basket with a gambling mentality, squeeze out the last trace of magic power with red eyes, and try their best to summon more meat shields and cannon fodder.

The knight's iron hooves were like the thunder of dawn, crushing all the stubborn undead troops under their feet.The miserable green curse magic fell from the sky, and the invisible rope wrapped around the necks of dozens of knights, dragging them directly off the horses.Numerous white bone daggers and spears rushed towards him like raindrops, and in an instant there was another bloody rain.

But all this is meaningless.

The knights leveled their spears, sang war songs and galloped their horses, rushing into the defense array of the undead troops without hesitation.The huge kinetic energy brought by the high-speed charge suddenly exploded, and three rows of undead troops were directly knocked into the air, and the rest were involuntarily squeezed to the ground and trampled into mud by the rolling horseshoes.

The undead troops are not good at combat effectiveness. Without the support of high-level powerhouses, they have no means to resist the charging cavalry.More than a thousand knights passed across the battlefield, tearing a huge penetrating wound into the remaining array of the undead army.So far, the outcome of this war has been decided.

El drew the Dragon Tooth Bow and pointed it at the place where the Cultists of the Curse gathered. The rune's luster began to flicker on the arrow.A slender white finger stretched out from behind and gently pressed his bowstring.

"The undead will not be afraid, but humans cannot avoid it." Tiana whispered in El's ear in a simple and horrified voice.

"As expected of the woman who used to be called the Dancing Light Snake." Al almost understood the meaning of the girl's words in seconds, and couldn't help curling his lips and laughing.

Although the victory of this war has been confirmed, the number of remaining undead troops on the battlefield is still objective. Without the unified command and dispatch of the black knight lord Stallon and the lich Klein, it is impossible for these undead to continue to attack, but the same Yes, they will not retreat, and now they are just fighting by instinct.

If these undead troops were to be completely cleaned up, a lot of manpower and material resources would undoubtedly be wasted, and additional casualties would inevitably be incurred.

Although the undead will not be afraid, humans cannot avoid it. As long as the surviving curse believers have a glimmer of hope, they will not be willing to die generously here.They desperately squeezed out the last trace of their magic power and gathered the remnants around them to try to break through, which was actually a great help to the human side.

It's like putting a wooden barrel full of cheese and sausage in the center of town and attracting all the rats in town.As long as those curse believers see the hope of life, they will automatically and consciously attract all the remnants of the undead troops around them.And a fleeing army is far easier to clean up than a remnant army fighting on its own.

Of course, this kind of technical work cannot be entrusted to Pallanti. The experienced Ahmed is the most suitable candidate.El turned around and found Ahmad and said a few words to him, and the latter immediately understood, stepped on his horse and galloped away.

Under the deliberate indulgence of the human army, the surviving Cultists of the Curse gathered most of the remnants along the way. As Tiana said, these guys who were controlled by fear almost lost their lives immediately after realizing the possibility of escape. Without the courage to fight, they took most of the remnants of the undead army with them, and fled in a panic, without thinking about turning back to face such a thing.

As a believer of the Lord of Death, he is so afraid of death. I really don't know if it is a kind of irony.

When the sun was setting in the west, the cavalry unit that pursued and killed them just returned. They chased and killed the remnant army to a distance of ten kilometers, and the road was covered with the broken corpses of the undead army.If these undead were used as the rear troops to block the pursuit of human beings, at least they could cause some casualties to human beings. Unfortunately, those cursed believers who were eager to escape never had this kind of awareness in their minds.

Romos was flushed and beaming with triumph, a whole string of Cultist heads strapped to the back of his horse.This was originally the most vulgar and primitive way to show off military exploits, but the majestic Iron Guard Prince enjoyed it very much.Although he also claims to have a ten-year military career and has experienced countless wars, everyone knows that those are just play-by-play battles between southern nobles and lords.

It was the first time he had won such a hearty victory, and his opponent was still a fearsome undead, which gave Romus a vague illusion that he was in an epic legend.If it weren't for the embarrassment of his status at this moment, he would have wished to hold a carnival banquet immediately and write a psalm of praise for himself with the most gorgeous words.

As for the cause and effect of this battle, whether those northern barbarians played a vital role...that's all trivial matters.Just like the bunch of heads behind his buttocks, it doesn't matter whether they are the first soldiers of Prince Iron Guard or those guys can't run by themselves and fell to the ground and had their heads cut off.

Only victory, only victory!Only the victors have the right to sing praises to themselves, set up monuments, and leave epic legends in history!
Romus, who was full of heroic epics, didn't notice the commotion of his subordinates. When he came back to his senses, he realized that the little girl from the White Lion family who was following him had disappeared, and the girl who had appeared in front of him The sight left his mind blank.

El took the soldiers under his command to clean the battlefield for three full hours. If the corpses of these undead troops were ignored, they would be summoned by other necromancers to continue fighting as soon as they left.But it is also an impossible job to dispose of the corpses of both the enemy and the enemy.

He simply kept doing nothing, piled up all the corpses, and chose the location in the huge pit created by the explosion of the altar of white bones, and simply surrounded it with stones to serve as an altar.

A full twenty barrels of old spirits stored in Lord Bambolo's house were poured on the corpse, and Al ignited the flame with his own hands. With an explosion-like roar, the fierce flames shot straight into the sky, blending with the brilliant sunset together.

Roms is not an idiot, at least he is still a rare young hero among the southern aristocratic factions. Although this so-called "young man" is a bit old and the "junior" is a bit too watery, but as a Menian The Grand Duke's heir in line and the elder brother of the current Queen Mother, he is already qualified to know the ancient secrets passed down in the family.

He almost fell off his horse in fright when he heard the prayer El said.At this time, he no longer cared about fantasizing about heroic epics, and there was only one question left in his mind—could this be the legendary ancestor sacrifice? !
Most of the undead army had been wiped out in the river of holy water, but even so, there were more than [-] undead corpses left on the battlefield.This time the offerings were unprecedentedly rich, the scorching flames danced wildly, and even with El's strength, he had to retreat a certain distance.

A slender figure appeared in the flames, revealing dark skin.It was a woman in animal skin, holding a sharp bone spear backwards in her hand, her slender and tight figure was full of deadly beauty like a cheetah.On her chest hung the skulls of three humanoid creatures, and on her head was also wearing a bone helmet with huge curved horns.

The bone helmet covered her face, but El could feel the sharp knife-like eyes sweeping across her body.The huntress, full of savage aura, bent down and looked down at the burning corpses of the undead in the flames. She took a deep breath and inhaled the rising soot into her nose, and nodded with satisfaction.

The huntress stood up and took out a palm-sized piece of bone that shone with white jade luster from her bosom. Of course, this refers to the size of her palm. In the eyes of ordinary humans, the size of the bone piece is like a door panel.She pinched it hard, and the seemingly hard bone was crushed into powder by her.

With a wave of her hand, the huntress scattered the powder into the air, and her figure gradually disappeared in the flames.In mid-air, a cloud of sand and dust that covered the sky and the sun suddenly rose.

El almost thought that he had returned to the wind and sand belt of the brown earth hills, but the changes in his body made him clearly realize that this was the grace of his ancestors.

"You got the Thunder Dragon Wing Bone from Wild Walker Siwa..."

El let out a muffled grunt, his body trembled suddenly, feeling like an electric shock, the nerves all over his body trembled.Suddenly, he found that his perception ability and reaction speed had increased by nearly [-]% out of thin air.

Surprised screams and painful roars came and went. This time, almost all the soldiers who participated in the battle received gifts from their ancestors. The experienced soldiers of the hunting corps had learned to control their bodies, while those soldiers of the Southern Army who did not know why, fell into chaos.

Suddenly hearing a familiar exclamation, El hurriedly turned his head to look, and saw Pallanti half kneeling on the ground, with a trail of blood left at the corner of his mouth.

(End of this chapter)