Knight with Wand

The undead hound had long lost its instinct to care for the injured. The violent ghost that had been unable to sleep for a long time was extremely eager for the breath of life. Its bloody mouth full of sharp teeth bit straight at Leon, vowing to devour fresh flesh and blood.

The ghost fire in the zombie's eye sockets dragged two terrifying blood-red colors during the attack. In a flash, Leon clenched the shaft and stabbed the tip of the spear fiercely at the mouth of the beast that was rushing forward.

The mad dog had no intention of dodging, and as expected, it hit the tip of the wooden spear directly.

The spear head inserted into the dog's mouth just sent back the feeling of blocking the flesh. Before Leon could be surprised that he succeeded in his attack, the unstoppable huge force in front of him rushed him back a few steps. The rough shaft was carried by this force, and several blood marks were pulled out of Leon's palm.

With a crisp sound, the wooden spear shaft broke, and the zombie war dog's big mouth suddenly bit down, and its jaws like giant pliers chewed the foreign object in its mouth fiercely.

Its solid and sharp teeth were like a wood chipper, easily crushing the wooden spear head in its mouth into slag.

Leon was so shocked that he kept pulling away.

He stared at the ferocious war dog that chewed wood like eating sugarcane, and looked at the broken wood residue spit out by it, and his mood fluctuated like a roller coaster.

Indeed, the dead zombie fierce dog's brain was not working well, and it was easy for him to predict the trajectory of the direct attack. However, death also brought it an unparalleled advantage. If a living creature was pierced through the throat by a wooden spear, no matter how ferocious the jackal, tiger or leopard was, it would be seriously injured or even killed.

But for the dead souls who have long died, the fatal injuries they suffered in their lifetime can't have much killing effect. The girl's voice said that due to the characteristics of the spirit-like field, the dead souls here are more difficult to deal with than in the outside world. Even if they are beheaded, it is difficult to destroy their "activity". The physical structure or brain of the zombies must be destroyed to make them unable to serve as containers to carry the dead souls, so as to defeat their "entity" form.

Leon held the broken stick and approached the trap behind him with a serious face. He didn't dare to turn around and run away. The speed of ordinary people could not escape the pursuit of this beast. If he exposed his back, he would only die faster.

What to do? Simply chant the spell to activate the soul-repelling rune to extract the soul of this corpse dog?

No, they have spent too much time and energy in the formation. If they just wasted the ritual, they didn't know how many variables would happen if they collected the materials again.

However, without anything that could be called a weapon, he couldn't continue to fight against the ferocious zombie war dog.

Just when Leon was at a loss, he saw Azerien quietly coming behind the zombie war dog.

The slow and unintelligent zombie had no ability to predict sneak attacks. The blood-red eyes of the dead stared at Leon grimly. There was no intention of confrontation. It immediately barked and rushed over to bite.

The chilling fangs attacked in front of him in the blink of an eye. Leon had no choice but to use the wooden pole in his hand as a baseball bat, step back, and clasp the stick with both hands to hit the war dog's head.

Shouting the dog-beating stick method in his heart, Leon swung the stick accurately and hit the dog's head. With a strong swing, he successfully knocked the fierce head of the giant dog to one side.

He raised his hand and repeated the same trick, but before the second swing hit, the war dog stuck its head out and bit the middle of the wooden pole tightly. Under the powerful bite force of its sharp teeth, the wooden pole was as fragile as a cookie stick and was easily broken, completely turning into a short stick two palms long.

While biting off the stick, the war dog's body continued to move forward. The huge and strong beast threw Leon to the ground with a fierce momentum, and the terrifying big mouth wrapped in the fishy wind bit Leon's neck.

At the critical moment of life and death, the desire to survive overwhelmed the fear of having his arm bitten off. He quickly grabbed the remaining short stick with his right hand and stuffed it into the bloody mouth in front of him.

The upright wooden stick barely supported the war dog's jaws. When his life was hanging by a thread, Leon finally saw Azerien flying and jumping on the back of the war dog.

The noble boy rode on the back of the zombie war dog, holding the inverted dagger in both hands and stabbing the dog's head with all his strength.

The dagger penetrated the dry skin of the war dog, but the tip of the blade did not penetrate its hard skull. The recoil force almost made Azerien lose his hand. His dagger only brushed the outline of the war dog's skull and cut the skin, and then slipped to the side without any strength.

The tip of the long dagger, which had been unable to bear the weight for many days, was smashed into a curled blade by the force. Annoyed by the inferior quality of the weapon in his hand, Azerien did not give up after failing to strike. He raised his right hand with the remaining strength and stabbed the war dog's eye socket fiercely this time.

But the sudden and violent shaking and struggling under him forced the assassination to deviate from the target. The pointed dagger with a curled blade only pierced into the neck of the war dog. If it was against a living person, it would still be a very fatal blow to cut off the artery and trachea. However, they were facing an undead zombie.

The war dog opened its mouth and spit out the short stick that was stuck in its bite, then swung its body wildly and easily threw Azerien off its body.

Before it could bite him again, Leon was quick-eyed and quick-handed. He stretched out his left hand and grabbed the dagger on the war dog's neck and pulled it out with force! Puff——!

With the iron blade in hand, he turned the angle and pierced the long dagger covered with black blood from bottom to top into the dog's head. Leon pressed the dagger firmly against the gap between the war dog's jaws and stabbed it into the dog's brain, which was only a few inches away.

The corpse dog swung its body even more angrily. Leon desperately grasped the handle. This opportunity was hard to come by. If he let go, all his efforts would be wasted.

"Ahhhhh!!!" He roared, pushing the war dog's body with his right arm, and turning over with his knees.

Leon tried to push the struggling beast into the trap beside him.

A force suddenly came from the right. It turned out that Azerian, who rushed over again, hit the war dog hard.

Finally, this slight imbalance finally made the beast flip to Leon's left side.

The unintelligent zombie naturally had no ability to think about the enemy's strategy. Its heavy body unsurprisingly crushed the thin mud camouflage and fell into the pit.

Leon, who was turned over, did not let go. He just grabbed the handle of the dagger and fell into the not-so-deep pit.

The short and thick wooden spike at the bottom of the pit easily stabbed into the body of the war dog under the weight of its fall. Leon's body only felt a sudden pause, and his left hand also used the force of falling to push the dagger into the war dog's brain.

Gradually, the zombie stopped moving, and it finally turned into a real corpse.

"Leon! Are you okay?"

Azerien, who was on the pit, lay on the edge and looked down.

"Oh, it's okay. I'm not injured because of this dead dog." Leon looked up and replied with relief.

Looking back at the blood-red eyes of the war dog, he stirred the dagger again, then pulled it out, and inserted it into the corpse's eye sockets, making up several more knives in a row. After confirming that the brain was stabbed into a paste, he stopped.

Standing up and stepping on the dog corpse, Leon grabbed his partner's arm that stretched out from the cave entrance and climbed out of the trap with difficulty.

But before he and Azerien could rest for a while to recover, they immediately looked at the movement in front of them in horror.

At some point, a tall and mighty human-shaped black shadow walked out of the shadows in the forest with strange steps.

Snap——.Snap——.Snap——.Snap——.

The clanging sound of metal armor plates and footsteps seemed to trample on the hearts of Leon and Azerien with every step. As he paced, the gorgeous long sword in his hand swung back and forth, flashing a dazzling cold light.

What came into view was a well-dressed knight in armor.

The heavy and solid plate armor parts were intricately and exquisitely crafted. The shoulder shield was engraved with thorn rose patterns that symbolized the family. The helmet part of the armor had long been missing. On the exposed bald human head, the dry and wrinkled skin close to the skull, and the cold and gloomy blood-red ghost fire in the dark eye sockets revealed his identity.

A human knight turned into a zombie.

Even though he had seen the dangerous and ferocious undead corpse dog, the human undead in front of him, which was transformed from the same kind, made people feel even more chilled. The inexplicable sense of danger in Leon's heart was even greater than that of the previous war dog.

The dead-like undead knight seemed to smell the breath of fresh living creatures, and his pace was getting faster and faster.

"Fuck you!" Leon just wanted to swear, and he didn't even let him take a breath. Could it be that the dead dog just now was raised by this guy?

He and Azerian didn't dare to neglect it, and they got up and crawled to escape.

But while running in the opposite direction, one wave after another came, and a familiar roar like death came from the dense forest on the other side.

". Kill! . Kill them all! Kill all the Kantadars! Kill all those who stand in my way of saving my sister. Kill, kill! Kill!" The voice of hatred that was blinded by the rage demon was getting closer and closer.

Leon stopped and cried out in his heart.

The blood-stained Lohak was running straight to this open space!

The strong and hideous boy held a bloody sword in one hand and a freshly chopped zombie head in the other hand.

The chainmail on his body had gone through some fierce battles, and the chain and iron plates were full of gaps of various sizes.

Leon stopped. In any case, at least they didn't have to hide from the pursuit of the corpse knight while waiting for Lohak.

The two of them avoided the direction and ran to the side of the formation.

"Leave the rest to me. While they are attracted by the magic circle, you quickly hide in the outer forest!" Leon ordered Azerien to disperse, and then stopped at the edge of the formation.

Turning around, he nervously watched Lohak gradually approach the range of the magic circle.

Even the corpse knight stepped into the border from the other end.

Just in time, I will kill you all.

Leon raised his hands, raised his palms to the core of the formation, and chanted:

(Gulorelite language) "Here is the truth! I command with my name! Call the Netherworld to open the door! Call the command of the dragon of the eternal frozen dead sea!"