Our family is in decline

In the huge army composed mainly of skeleton soldiers, some shield soldiers and crossbowmen, there are some special skeletons that may not be powerful but are very disgusting.

These skeletons holding goblets may have been bureaucrats, nobles, or even Hamlet's family in their lifetime.

They have no armor on them, and most of them are wearing a set of clothes that may have been gorgeous but are now tattered.

The resentment of these guys who studied conspiracies and tricks in their lifetime quickly degenerated after being corrupted, and condensed on the wine glass endowed with evil power. Only a little splash of liquid from the corrupt wine glass can push the resolute hero to the brink of collapse, just as disgusting as they played with human nature when they were alive.

Balin's advance caused a commotion among the skeletons and also attracted more attention.

He was ready to splash the wine glass with strange black liquid in his hand on him to corrupt this powerful guy, and of course there was the insidious dagger hidden in his sleeve, like the fangs of a venomous snake.

Finally, under the cover of the skeletons, it approached, and then...

"Bang!"

No one could distinguish a gunshot on the chaotic battlefield. Anyway, the skeleton bureaucrat was interrupted as soon as he raised his hand. The wine glass was torn into pieces by the bullet, and the corrupt liquid spilled on the ground, making the soil, which was already full of the smell of death, even more evil.

Barrett on the roof did not care too much, but calmly put away his gun and loaded the next bullet, looking for the next target on the field.

The skeleton knew that Balin was attractive, but didn't his teammates know it?

All the skeleton bureaucrats who targeted Balin were sniped one by one. The lord's instructions were not forgotten by the sharpshooter, so the bureaucrat was not holding a wine glass, but a target marker.

But Balin noticed something, and he chopped the broken-handed bureaucrat who wanted to run away with an axe.

I am not alone, there are teammates behind me...

Of course, the skeleton also has teammates. The skeleton crossbowmen finally completed a reload slowly and prepared to pour crossbow arrows again.

The previous round of crossbow arrows almost hit Alhazred, but fortunately the legion was able to block it.

Sometimes a spellcaster's silence is not a sign of retreat, but a sign of brewing a stronger force. He raised his hand and grabbed a handful of blood crystals as a spellcasting material. In his hand, they shattered and turned into power to be integrated into the ritual.

After the blood-red power was integrated, a large number of ancient runes suddenly appeared above the crossbowmen, and the next second, countless tentacles stretched out.

Abyssal bombardment!

The bright red tentacles directly passed through the protection of the soldiers and shield soldiers, dancing wildly and whipping the skeleton crossbowmen behind the formation.

The powerful force contained in the tentacles condensed by the power of the alien demon was reflected on the crossbowmen, and even if the necromancer poured more evil power into them, they could not resist it. The breastplate was dented and twisted at the moment of contact, just like being hit by a heavy hammer. It was not strange that the bones inside were instantly broken apart.

The power of the spellcaster was revealed. He held the skeleton crossbowman back by himself. A new round of volleys was left with only a few scattered crossbow arrows.

At this time, the teammates also followed. Joan of Arc was wearing a full set of armor. She did not shrink behind her guards. On the contrary, she was very active and kept fighting on the front line.

In the previous war with the nobles, she had seen the cruelty of the battle, and also saw the ignorant and numb people under the rule of bureaucrats, nobles and the church.

At that time, even a kind of fear came over her. She was not afraid of these people, but of this world full of despair. Perhaps she thought of herself in the past.

She also saw the people who were liberated, and thought of herself. The appearance of the lord dispelled despair and brought hope.

She knew what she was doing and what she should do. She would never retreat, even a step!

The long sword in her hand swung and killed the skeletons continuously. Even she herself did not know how many there were. Her armor was also full of traces left.

She swung her sword to block the blade of the skeleton soldier, but before she could fight back, the skeleton shield soldier raised his shield and pushed her.

Joan of Arc didn't have the strong physique of Barin to be fearless, nor did she have the terrifying power to overwhelm everything.

But her fighting skills were very good. Facing the collision of the shield soldier, she took a small step back to open up a little space, and then swept the long sword towards the shield soldier's lower limbs, and her already staggering steps suddenly lost control.

At this time, Joan of Arc turned sideways and hit the shield to give the last bit of help. When the shield soldier lost his balance and swayed, the end of the hilt hit the skull exposed from behind the shield.

The chain mail wrapped around the head had no effect when facing blunt attacks, but the bones of the shield soldier strengthened by the necromancy were not knocked open, and only caused his unstable body to stagnate for a moment.

Although she had the lord's attention and training, she was not given the most direct blessing and strengthening, so most of her strength was acquired through self-cultivation. She was young and had only joined the army this year. Even if she was talented, she was only an elite. She did not have a very conspicuous effect on the battlefield where masters were everywhere. Instead, she was in danger. If she had not been protected by armor, she would have been chopped down long ago.

The problem she faced now was the same. The shield soldiers' protection was stronger than those skeleton thugs and soldiers. When she failed to deal with the shield soldiers in the first place, the skeleton soldiers who had been blocked just now would stagger and swing their swords again.

Joan of Arc could feel that her physical strength was almost exhausted. If she was chopped twice more, no matter whether her defense was broken or not, the power on her body would bring her down anyway.

Falling down on this battlefield full of skeletons meant death. Perhaps she should retreat to the rear and rest under the protection of others...

The thought of retreating became stronger and stronger under the urging of her exhausted body, and even her footsteps subconsciously retreated half a step.

However, at this moment, she suddenly stopped her steps, and her face, which was wet with sweat under the helmet, suddenly became resolute.

If she retreated, her momentum to move forward would be interrupted, and she would retreat again and again when she encountered difficulties in the future, and she would never be determined to move forward again.

This world is too bitter, and there are still many people sinking in despair. She still has a lot of things to do, and she must not retreat!

"Gargle!"

Joan of Arc paused in her half-step retreat, roared, and forced her will to suppress her fatigue and fear of death and took another step towards the enemy.

This is a small step for Joan of Arc, but also a big step in her life.

Don't forget that she was noticed by Lance because of the fluctuations caused by awakening. Now, the strong will has stimulated the hidden power in her body.

The sound of the heartbeat seemed to be in her ears. She seemed to be able to feel a force flowing through her body with the pumping blood. Wherever it went, fatigue was eliminated and a new force sprouted.

The hand holding the long sword became powerful again, and the skeleton soldier's movement to chop at her seemed to slow down.

The body moved instinctively, sideways to avoid the long sword, and backhanded with an unprecedented speed. The tip of the sword penetrated into the body of the skeleton soldier like a spirit snake spitting out its tongue. The next second, the hard object collided with a crisp sound, and then it broke its spine and bones into two sections.

The shield soldier just came back to his senses from the dizziness, and Jeanne slashed with a backhand sword. The blade bit the chain mail of the skeleton, and the long sword that had been through many battles finally wore to the limit and broke.

Joan of Arc rushed forward without any hesitation, grabbed the shield soldier's right hand holding the axe with both hands, and then kicked it hard. The huge force pulled and tore the axe blade and the arm apart.

At this time, she directly grabbed the axe blade from the shield soldier's hand, and then swung the axe and chopped it down. The shield soldiers who were already almost worn out could no longer resist and fell apart.

At this time, Joan of Arc stood up, and the figure holding the axe showed an unprecedented aura.

Master, ordinary people have to train for half a lifetime and strengthen their bodies with various resources before they can step into it. For geniuses, they are not even adults, but thirteen years old. The gap between people is so big that it is unimaginable.

But she is nothing here. The power of the guards is more terrifying than her. When Alhazred disrupted the crossbowmen, they had already torn through the shield guards' defense line along the road that Balin rushed out and killed into the crossbowmen.

Even if the crossbowmen who were close to him had helmets and breastplates, they could not stop a round of fighting.

Bigby also joined the battle. His weapon was very special, two iron chains, and his fighting instinct seemed to be innate.

He swung the chains, as if he had broken free from the endless bondage. Sure enough, he was eager to fight.

The unlucky ones were the skeletons. The iron chains were not whips. They were flexible and blunt. The bones were broken by being hit. The attached force was difficult to resist even with shields and armor.

The clown Sarmienti did not have many opportunities to fight. He watched those humans fighting bravely, the skeletons surged like a tide, and the two armies fought against each other...

He was inspired, and the whole battle seemed to help him compose music.

"Thump, thump!"

Sarmienti plucked the strings in his hand in the back row, and the high-spirited melodies burst out, making the people around him feel a force, and their bodies seemed to be much lighter, and the fatigue in their hearts dissipated.

The team's goal has always been very clear, and there is no intention to entangle with them. After breaking through the defense line formed by the skeletons, they did not continue to entangle with them, but rushed into the target.

The cemetery of Hamlet's largest family was naturally very luxurious, but the land part used for worship was magnificent like a small palace, made of thick stones, and several pillars were thicker than people, and there were patterns and patterns carved everywhere.

It's just that the traces of long-term care and repair left on it by the years tell everyone that this family has declined, but the space inside can still accommodate hundreds of people. Maybe there were so many people in this family worshiping at that time.

Lance followed the retreating sharpshooters and followed them in, and then put out a few prepared antler stakes at the gate to block them.

There was no way, the gate was already broken, and this method could only be used to temporarily block the surging skeletons outside. After they killed a round, they didn't see much less, because there were still a steady stream of them crawling out from the ground. The accumulation of hundreds of years was really terrifying.

If it was a physical object, Lance wouldn't mind grinding for experience, but these things didn't bring any benefits at all, and fighting them would consume spirituality.

Lance dared to fight a bloody battle, but he couldn't lose blood. Now the only way to end this disaster was to kill the necromancer.

When he went in, the guards had smashed all the skeletons that originally occupied it. The bones and fragments on the ground showed that the battle was not simple, but Lance didn't care, but observed.

The structure above the tomb was very simple, just a hall, with some patterns carved on the surrounding walls, an altar in the middle, and a clear family emblem pattern.

It really is the tomb of Hamlet's family. I have never seen anyone from this family and have never received any favors since I was a child. It is normal that I don't care about it at all, but this guy, the ancestor, really has no taboos at all. It can only be said that those who do great things don't care about small details.

And behind the dusty altar is the door to the underground tomb. Usually, only when someone in the family dies, it will be opened and buried.

Now the stone door of the tomb has been overturned by something unknown, revealing a dark corridor.

"We can't hold them outside for too long. Leave half of us to build a position to defend here, and the others go down to the tomb to deal with the necromancers and the monsters they awakened.

The underground palace below is the cemetery of Hamlet's family, but it is now occupied by necromancers, and those corpses should have been desecrated, so all you can see are enemies, no need to have any scruples, your mission is to kill them."

Lance gave an order after a simple glance, and several cannons and ammunition were left behind, aiming the muzzles at the entrance, and firing two shots when they couldn't hold it.

Newcomers like Joan of Arc and Isaac, and bombers like Sobre were left behind, but some champion guards were also left behind, otherwise it would be troublesome if they couldn't hold it and were blocked below.

Lance gave everyone a blessing and led the team into the tomb with a torch.

The underground space was not large, and the corridor was full of a rotten smell, which was even more terrifying under the cover of darkness, not to mention that the mages who controlled the power of death occupied this place.

Like other noble tombs, these places are hidden with traps to prevent tomb robbers, not to mention the skeleton crossbowmen and bureaucrats hidden in them.

If an ordinary adventurer falls into this state, he will probably be exhausted, but Lance directly shakes the bell to send the power of the alien demon forward.

The bell echoes in the corridor, and it is reasonable for those rotten fish and shrimp to die in the dark corner.

"This leads to the location of the necromancer. You may see the evil power, but there is nothing to be afraid of. Strengthen your will."

There is nothing to be afraid of. They have only one goal, which is to kill the necromancer and end Hamlet's tragic past.

"For Hamlet!"

Lance didn't waste any words and rushed in... (End of this chapter)