Ride and Cut

"Dracula hasn't come back yet?" Richard has asked this question for the third time.

He pressed the lively Qiqiu on his knees with one hand and held the "Ring of Sky and Thunder" with the other hand. I have tried to give the ring to Qiqiu just now, but after sniffing it twice, the little thing is completely uninterested.

There are nothing more than two possibilities: Either the ring is a Xibei goods, or there are any conditions for use that have not been met.

It is unlikely that Dracula lied to him, and the problem was 80% of the conditions of use. Lord Lord had never thought about this before, so he didn’t know. He also asked Master Stuart, but the result was still nothing. After all, the age of Titan was too old. Although the magician was known for his profound knowledge, he rarely studied them. An upset that won't be used in ten lifetimes.

The little **** didn't realize the urgency of the situation now, and thought Richard was playing with him, "Qicchu Qiqiu" yelled to shamelessly roll. Lord Lord looked at this shabby picture, and his brain hurts for a while, expecting this genuine "Titan" to figure out that it was obviously a daydream.

"Not yet." Bernard temporarily served as a staff officer for Richard. Although he looks like a strong general, he is certainly not an ordinary person to follow Seedorf's side. As a staff, he is also beyond the standard.

The walking corpses outside the camp can no longer be stopped by arrows alone, Gunther led the barbarians to easily kill all the fish that slipped through the net. Although it is still very easy now, the trend that the pressure has been increasing is obvious, and it is becoming more and more obvious.

Richard asked the Centaur to shoot letters to nearby friendly forces and generously shared all the known information. But these regular Pompeii troops were very squeezed, and probably hadn't figured out the situation or had time to give them orders. So even if he knew that it might be more dangerous next, he still didn't want to go.

Ask him to say that this is a bunch of stubborn tendons. The expeditionary force may be hard enough to resist the undead by hard power, but now the best choice is obviously to go out of the city first.

Direct sunlight is a deadly threat to ordinary undead of low rank. As long as the sun rises tomorrow before entering the city, the undead will be unable to resist. When the time comes, dig out the undead who bury themselves in the mud to hide from the sun, all will have to burp, and the problem will be solved without any effort.

However, he also knew that an organization as large as the Expeditionary Force was bound to be slow to respond to emergency intelligence. And the most important quality of an excellent army is to obey orders unconditionally.

"Dracula may be in trouble." Richard wanted to hang a communication magic stone for Bedrick, and remembered Vera's instruction to use elemental power as little as possible, and threw the magic stone aside, "No longer. Go straight away. Go to Baker."

There is no large barracks in Winter City that can accommodate more than 100,000 people, so the garrison is divided into several places. Bederick is located between Alpine Fort and the nearest city gate. Richard intended to lead the team out of the city, just on the way.

Everything has been packed up and ready to go. The lord gave an order, and the gate on the fence was pushed open from inside.

The ground dragoons opened the way ahead, the barbarians protected the left and right wings, the auxiliary soldiers and engineers stayed in the middle, and the centaur was responsible for wandering support.

The combat effectiveness of walking corpses is also limited compared to civilians, and the main threat is still psychological deterrence. As long as a truly overwhelming wave cannot be formed and quality defects are filled with absolute quantities, it will always be difficult to pose a threat to the regular army.

The Ripper Group is advancing very fast, with Vera summoning a huge light cross in front of the team as a guide, so there is no need to worry about the possibility of falling behind.

On the way, the walking corpses followed the hatred of the living, and surrounded them like fire moths, but they were useless.

With the super-heavy lance, the Sgardi Dragon Knights pointed at the front, and any enemy who dared to stand in the front would be immediately torn and crushed! Very few fish that slipped through the net that were lucky enough to escape the catastrophe would also be harvested by the Centaur with one arrow, and the barbarians with the battle axe didn't even have much chance to perform.

They passed through the barriers of walking corpses, it was as easy as a farmer walking through a wheat field!

"Your subordinates are of high quality, but it's a pity that the number of people is a little less." Bernard said with envy when he watched this scene.

Richard didn't speak with a calm face, and Bederick's camp was not far away, and it didn't take long for it to be far away.

"Hi~ We're not going there, are we?" Bernard was shocked.

He saw the destination at a glance, because the number of walking corpses gathered there was too eye-catching. This kind of density can't be described with the inner three layers and the outer three layers. There is no gap between the walking corpses and the walking corpses, and there are more walking corpses coming from the outside. People don't doubt that as long as they are light enough, they can rush into the camp all the way without touching their heads and feet.

The reason for all of this is also obvious-a certain bald priest and the royal prince’s entourage are standing on the fence and are constantly using elemental power to attack the walking corpse.

In order to deal with the large number of undead, they chose all the powerful spells with amazing lethality. This kind of spell element fluctuations are naturally obvious, so more walking corpses are attracted, so the two element users have to use their best skills...

"It's too silly..." Lord Lord covered his face and had nothing to say.

Obviously, today, when the undead has disappeared for hundreds of years, how to deal with the undead has become a kind of remote knowledge, and few people know it.

"Richard, is that you?" Bedrick called out loudly, probably seeing the iconic ground dragon in Alpine Fort.

"It's me." The lord stood on the back of Earth Xinglong and raised his head at Vera, but he didn't wait for a long time to respond, and urged impatiently: "Hurry up and light me up!"

Vera took a deep breath, trying to suppress her resentment. As the youngest ordained nun in the history of Winter Cathedral~www.readwn.com~, she has never been treated so rudely.

"hurry up!"

Vera closed her eyes and snapped her fingers, and a holy light faintly lighter than a candle lit up on the lord of the alpine castle.

"Let them not use magic and magic!" Richard's loud voice even briefly overwhelmed the sound of fighting.

Bedrick may not understand why, but he still maintains enough new appointments for his friends, and the spell almost immediately stops.

"Rush in!" Lord Lord gave an order, and the entire Ripper brigade began to roll forward. Like a hot knife cutting butter, the spear and the arrow flew together, the axe and the spear complemented each other. Vera was just about to bless the Blessing Spirit Blade, and soon stopped and gave up-there was no need at all.

If the walking corpse can be directly broken into two pieces with just one click, it doesn't matter whether there is the burning effect of the Holy Light Divine Art on the undead.

Vera had to admit that although this Richard himself was extremely annoying, all his subordinates were indeed aggressive enough.