Ride and Cut

"Richard, can we really do it?" Annie stood at the top of the castle, watching the boundless undead pouring in like a dark tide, even her teeth trembled slightly.

"Men can't say no, understand?" The lord was holding a telescope tube to detect the enemy.

To be honest, it was disgusting. Whether the suture monster or the carrion corpse, he could see that he wanted to spit out the fried steak that he had eaten last night. But the more disgusting they were, the more they wanted to look at them, and even began to speculate about their identity before they were alive.

Most of the undead are produced from human corpses, but some clearly bear the racial characteristics of half-orcs and elves. Obviously it is not a citizen of Stuart, and I don't know where it came from.

What is even more amazing is that the sun above the head is swaying generously with light and heat, but the dead on the ground seem to be completely unaffected.

Although the scouts knew all of this for a long time, it was incredible to see Richard with his own eyes!

How could it happen? Just like ice cubes melt at high temperatures, the scorching sun is definitely the nemesis of the dead. This is the most fundamental conflict of nature, and it is not so easy to resolve.

Perhaps there are very few high-ranking undead who can resist with their own strength, but the mighty tide in front of them is obviously impossible for all of them to have that kind of ability. Otherwise, the thousands of people like the Ripper should not resist, it is easier to wipe their necks and hang them collectively.

"The other party has at least dozens of times the number advantage." The half-elf's face was pale, and he subconsciously grasped Richard's sleeve, trying to gain a sense of security from it.

"Why do you have so many things?" The lord stretched out his hand impatiently to play her head out of his head. Seeing Annie's eyes full of fear and relentless heart, he sighed helplessly, "Oh, women are in trouble."

As early as three days ago, all the non-combatants in Alpine Fort had already retreated to the Twilight Forest. They couldn't help much in the battle. It just so happened that Fengmoshan Copper, which had troubled the blacksmith for a long time, had been ground into powder with a steam ball, making it easier to smelt magic grain steel.

Going back to the late forest and continuing to open the furnace, maybe the Ripper Legion can be replaced with new equipment one day sooner.

At that time, there were still some sheriffs who rode nether spiders with white cloth strips tied on their heads, shouting "For that blooming bitter wattle" slogan, preparing to participate in this homeland defense battle, but they were all driven away by the lord.

Only Annie had to stay, and Richard had to acquiesce in acquiescence because he couldn't beat or scold her.

Facts have proved that large-scale battlefields can easily cause mental shocks to ordinary people, and no matter how smart people are in peacetime, they don't necessarily have much judgment left.

"Give me five thousand gold coins after the fight." Richard patted her head.

"What are you doing?" Annie was still instinctively wary when she heard about the money.

"Go to the casino to play and relax."

"You..." The little half-elf gasped immediately, and the panic was forgotten. "Long bet will lose, and it will be over if you have this problem!"

"Oh, too." The lord nodded pretentiously, "Thank you for reminding me, Miss Anne."

"Richard, after this battle, do you think it is necessary to set up some churches of the Holy Light?" Vera wore the most solemn robes of the priest, wearing the Holy Silver Cross and a full set of accessories that passed down five generations on her chest. The long hair was coated with olive oil and then set on the back of the head, and was bound in a delicate golden olive crown.

Everything made her look awe-inspiring, as if she was exuding a light that purifies everything, as holy and pure as an angel.

Also let the lord's eyes look like bees seeing pollen, sticking to her and never leaving for a moment.

"I still think that the mortal's fate should be in the hands of the mortal." Richard shrugged and smiled freely, "But well..."

"But what?" The people around couldn't help feeling curious.

"It might be necessary to turn more priests of the Holy Light." Lord Lord laughed.

The first round of blows has kicked off the whole battle!

The huge size determines that the wind **** pterosaurs and giant dragons have the most weight-bearing capabilities among flying mounts.

Right now, the dragon cavalry is pulling the heavy net bag under Higuain's leadership to climb hard, and when it reaches the highest point, it draws an arc-shaped trajectory to dive down.

The dragon beast spread its wide wings and let gravity capture itself. At first, this speed was still very slow. But as time goes by, it becomes like a meteorite that pierces the atmosphere, and the oncoming violent air current even makes all the riders have to lie down and avoid it!

When reaching the height of two hundred blades, all air cavalry began to climb.

The net bag rope simply couldn't withstand such a violent toss, and broke one after another. The stone goddess wrapped in it was scattered like flowers, with a frightening whine, slanting towards the densest place of the undead tide!

"boom!"

The continuous loud noise made the earth tremble.

Gravity gives the stone a terrible speed, and the speed, coupled with the weight, becomes an unparalleled power!

Not to mention the fragile skeletons and mummies, even the tallest stitching monster can't resist this power, and it will be blown into pieces immediately after hitting it! The rock that hits the ground diagonally will even continue to roll until it runs out of the last trace of kinetic energy!

A wave of air cavalry dropped bombs, although it was a joking tactic, but it also created a little chaos in the undead army.

The skeleton archers among the resuscitators were not sluggish, and they raised their heads and shot arrows into the sky. But relying on their lame shooting skills and power, it is completely impossible to threaten the dragon beasts in the air with hundreds of blades, but the arrows fell and ruined many of the same kind.

The air cavalry gliding back home, and the bed crossbow assembled in the castle began to show off.

The upper body of the dwarf artificial soldier showed strong muscles like a bison, and shouted chants to push the crossbow along the slide rail into the shooting position. The spear-like stainless steel crossbow was already in place.

"Kang Bang!" The gray-bearded dwarf elder waved two red and yellow flags, the blue veins on his forehead violently, and he shouted the old dwarf command hoarsely.

"Crack!"

Robina boy has an unmatched talent and spirituality in mechanical design. Since coming to Alpine Castle, his carefree life has given him more time and energy to perfect his works. Coupled with the weird knowledge that Lord Lord is full of nowhere, it really helped him a lot.

Today's bed crossbow has gone through two iterations, which is much better than the prototype Richard saw in the dwarf tribe!

The recent undead is still three thousand yards away, almost as small as an ant to the naked eye. At this ultra-conventional distance that can almost make any long-range weapon desperate, although it is difficult to guarantee the accuracy of the Alpine Fort bed crossbow, it is still infinitely powerful!

With the density of the undead army, you don't need to have your head at all, and it's hard to miss if you shoot with your eyes closed!

The cone-shaped crossbow with the strongest penetrating power crossed two thousand yards in an instant.

This is only the first round!

The dwarf elder waved the flag like his life, and the engineers immediately pushed the winch to rewind, preparing for the next round of design.

"Huh?" The lord, who was holding a telescope tube and concentrating on the enemy's situation, suddenly raised his eyebrows.

The reason why the air cavalry and the bed crossbow should be attacked from two thousand yards away is to eliminate the enemy's vital forces as much as possible. In fact, there is another important purpose for fire reconnaissance.

You must know that even if it is something as generally dull as the undead, the cannon fodder and the elite will definitely have completely different performances when facing an attack.

Through firepower testing, we can more effectively distinguish the strength and weakness of the entire wave of undead, and it is far from being blinded by illusions like the eyes. In order to allow enough time to properly adjust the troops before the subsequent full confrontation.

This hand is still Seedorf's suggestion, but it is not a very profound thing. But for the Alpine Fort officers who were not ashamed of their recklessness as Guiber, they were already shocking enough.

This temptation really found something.

Richard suddenly discovered that a small wave of undead behaved very abnormally.

Although judging people by their appearance is superficial, it is very suitable for the undead. The higher-level resuscitators may not get closer to the living, and some choose not to look back on the hideous and terrifying route, and they frighten Annie by their looks. But the undead who can maintain the appearance of a living person must not be low in rank, without exception!

In the tide of the tide, there are more than 20 undeads, except for their gray complexion, they look almost the same as living people, and there is no festering festering all over the body.

Moreover, although their clothes are very shabby, they are still too decent compared to other soldiers with only a few strands of cloth hanging on their bodies.

If this can be explained by a short time after death, their stress response is even more explanatory-

Whenever they encounter an attack, these twenty or so living undeads have obvious actions to wait and see and avoid. When necessary, they even use other large undeads to act as a physical shield to protect themselves. The ability to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages is obviously better than those The stupid miscellaneous soldiers are more than capable.

Being able to show this kind of intelligence is definitely not an ordinary undead. Even though the little dragon soul Thutmose was so weak, he suffered a loss in terms of quantity, and the quality alone was actually worthy of his status as a dragon before his death.

So even if it looks like a group of old, weak, sick and disabled farmers, there is no way to conceal their identity—high-level undead!

Lord Lord looked up to the sky and laughed three times, and immediately surprised the surrounding people. Therefore, I was confident that he had found the enemy's fate-because the low-level miscellaneous soldiers were driven by instinct, so the undead army often depended on a few high-level members to maintain.

Get rid of them first, and the entire army of the undead will become a mess of sand to be slaughtered by others, which is a very economical choice.

"Concentrate the firepower, change the immortal steel crossbow arrows, and get rid of those defunct!" Richard shouted with one hand on his hips, and even briefly overwhelmed the loud calls of the dwarf artificial soldiers.

The free shooting stopped abruptly, and after a moment of brewing, with a "click", dozens of crossbow arrows rose into the air neatly and uniformly!

The dwarf artificial soldiers all know a truth-since it is difficult to maintain the accuracy at a distance of 3,000 yards, they must use a salvo to make up for the accuracy! No matter what you are, there is no reason to be immortal as long as one shot of my pandemonic crossbow arrow!

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Carlos felt that he and all the church members must have been abandoned by the gods.

They have been praying collectively for a full quarter of an hour, and the situation has not shown any improvement, on the contrary, there is a trend of getting worse and worse.

The strength of the local lord was stronger than previously thought, and the richness of the means dazzled Carlos, who had only read basic old books. Can’t help but wonder if the world is developing so fast that even local lords have more powerful armies than kings a hundred years ago.

First there was a round of flying dragon diving and slinging stones. At that time, he and the churchmen were on the edge of the attack range. Be a little more careful, and easily escape the disaster of Wuwang.

But when the bed crossbow then started shooting, the good luck ended here.

Their position is in the key care area. When they see that the crossbow arrow can penetrate more than a dozen undead at one time, no one will be so arrogant that they are ready to use their bodies to resist.

Carlos had to continue to flee with the church members, trying to hide behind the big undead and escape. But destiny didn't favor these poor people who wanted to live, but Death opened his **** eyes.

The crossbow arrows that fell on the surrounding area became denser and denser, and the large pieces that could act as a meat shield fell one after another. Although there have been no casualties among religious people for the time being, it will only be sooner or later that this continues.

Carlos was anxious like a hot pot ant, but couldn't think of a way.

There was an elf lich nearby just now, facing the attack of the crossbow arrows calmly and calmly, after chanting, he propped up a circle of underworld shield and covered himself tightly.

Carlos thought it would be okay to hide behind him, but before he could lead the faithful, a crossbow arrow pierced the magic shield in one fell swoop. The splendid elven lich didn't say a word, turned into a corpse and fell down on the spot, without even flying its head!

God knows whether it is a pool of mud at the magical level of the elves and the lich, or the power of the crossbow bolt is truly incredible!

Broken with the magic shield, Carlos' optimism is also present.

He sighed and kicked a skeleton soldier to death, grabbing a rusty two-handed long sword. Along with the roar, a dark, cold flame ignited on the blade, like an abyss jedi that swallowed all things.

See the timing and swing your sword like electricity!

With a loud "bang", a crossbow bolt was cut down in the air, revealing a strength far more powerful than that of the elf lich.

Carlos's face changed drastically, and the long sword in his hand broke into several pieces and fell sadly.

Since I can remember, I have been praised by the elders as a rare genius in a century~www.readwn.com~ Getting started with the sect secrets is as easy as drinking water, and it has never been disadvantageous! If it wasn't for the protection of the people, it would not be more difficult for him to escape the undead alone than looking at the lines!

Carlos thought he was a master of the party, and now it seems that living in the wilderness is inevitably short-sighted, and has long been unable to keep up with the times. A mere shot of a crossbow, actually cleared a full one-third of his vindictive reserve!

"What to do?" The church members were trembling with fear.

"You can only use that trick." Carlos stretched out his thumb to wipe the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"But that doesn't conform to the doctrine..."

"There is no other choice now!"

A volley of bed crossbows of one hundred and twenty breaths is coming soon, and continuing to hesitate is just wasting precious lives.

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