The lord is red again

The undead rode on the undead, the undead dragged the undead, and the noisy and chaotic team filled the battlefield at the first time.

Gold Claw Quick looked at Scar.

"Where is that lord?"

He didn't think that this group of people could defeat the beast tide, their strength was too weak.

Only when Lind appeared could he use absolute power to give everyone a brief respite. Otherwise, no matter how many helpers came, they would only fill the beast tide with bait, let the beast tide eat more, and then attack more vigorously.

"The lord is watching this war, and this level of small fight does not require him to take action."

Scar had a different opinion.

The strength of the undead may not be strong enough, but they are not afraid of death, they are endless, and their number is huge, which is very suitable for a protracted war.

The bloody collision was decided at the first time, and the number of undead decreased sharply.

"This is just a meaningless massacre." Gold Claw Quick's fiery heart quickly cooled down.

He was ready to rush forward with a weapon in hand, at least not to let the helpers die meaninglessly in front of him.

"You're not in a hurry at all? They don't know how to deal with the beast tide at all, and they don't know what characteristics the enemy they are facing is. They are just rushing forward meaninglessly."

The upper strong man doesn't care about the lives of his subordinates, but he believes that Scar is definitely not such a person.

But the large number of deaths still makes Jinzhao Kuake feel heavy.

There are too many meaningless sacrifices. He saw with his own eyes that group of people rushing forward foolishly, and then being burned to death by a hot breath.

From this position, you can see the beast tide rolling with black smoke and blood mist and advancing rapidly, as if the black and red war is spreading wantonly, and the situation can't be worse.

"Hit the key parts and destroy the joints!"

"I'm going to give a tutorial, brothers, teach you how to quickly kill monsters!"

The sound of fast running footsteps and noisy shouts and discussions sounded, and Jinzhao Kuake turned his head and looked back. The gate where the Eternal Summer Nest was located had been opened, and a group of people were rushing out frantically.

Some people were dissatisfied with the small door and chose to climb over the wall to run out, while others stepped on the huge flying monsters and crossed the sky.

The space beside him was filled with undeads. Jinzhao Kuake felt like a tree standing in place, watching them rush forward madly.

"Yoho~"

"The big one is mine!"

They were still rushing forward.

"They are undeads. You should update your intelligence information." Scar pointed to his head and said, "This world is developing very fast."

"Undead? Them? That sounds terrible."

"You mean, it's like a curse, right?"

"No, I mean, we are in such a bad situation. I envy them for not being able to die."

The fighting style of the undead in front has changed. An undead grabbed the staff with both hands and raised it up. The magic shield protected him and forcibly blocked the tail of a beast.

Although the magic shield was violently shattered immediately afterwards, and the undead in the shield turned into ashes, he successfully attracted the attention of the two beasts.

Then, the other undeads attacked frantically.

The fire of magic began to burn, and at one point the air was burned to the point of lack of oxygen.

Goldclaw Quick wiped the blood from his cheek.

"I see the hope of victory."

The battle line was finally pulled, and the undead bodies were used as the flesh and blood defense line, and the stalemate was in exchange for life.

...

"Roar!"

Owen Strong Beast stepped on the back of a beast with his right foot, violently tore off the opponent's thigh, and grabbed the beast's thigh with both hands like a sledgehammer, smashing all the enemies who tried to approach.

"Come on! Let's see who is the real beast!"

A beast that looked like a wolf pounced on Owen and bit Owen on the shoulder, tearing his armor apart, and also tore off a large piece of meat with its claws with barbs.

Owen raised his hand and punched the beast's eye socket, grabbed the beast's upper palate and lifted it up, and slammed it to the ground.

Not only did he not feel fear when he was on the verge of death, he couldn't even feel pain.

Grab it, smash it on the ground, grab it again and smash it again.

The roaring collisions continued.

However, more and more wild beasts pounced on him, surrounding him, and the soldiers around him were almost dead.

"Brothers, a wild NPC was found!"

Someone's voice came from above.

"Damn, it's pretty handsome, but it's a pity that it's in the Mediterranean."

Owen Qiangshou looked up and found that several figures riding strange flying mounts were holding up their swords, as if they were accumulating strength, but their expressions were very relaxed, not like they were participating in a life-and-death battle.

It was not the warriors carrying the swords who spoke, but the mounts!

"Ace pilot, apply for battle!"

Figures holding swords jumped down one by one.

Boom!

The first person used the weight of free fall and chopping to accurately let the giant sword fall on the beast's head, so that its chin had a close contact with the ground.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom——!!

They fell quickly, using the same method to burst out offensive moves that Owen couldn't understand.

It's not that these methods are too powerful, nor that they can't be learned, but this kind of attack method that abandons everything just to pursue a single blow makes him incomprehensible.

Seeing them standing beside the beast's corpse with their swords, panting heavily and losing all their fighting power, Owen's doubts grew.

Who taught these warriors?

The next moment, the beasts that caught up wiped them all out with a sweep of their tails.

Owen Strong Beast panted heavily and was about to launch another attack.

"Ahhh!"

The shouts came again, and more than the last time.

"Again?"

Owen greedily breathed in the air with the smell of beast blood. He had already discovered the unusualness of this group of people.

"Undead."

He had also heard of the undead in the north, but it was not because of the strength of this group of people, but because of the ridiculous things they did.

No bottom line, no rules, no fear.

It turns out that when the number of undead reaches a certain scale, it will be more terrible than the beast tide!

If their number can be more, will it surpass the beast tide and join the number of tens of millions? Even Grand Duke Hein will have a headache.

He gave up continuing to attack. Since there are undead to help, there is no need to fight hard himself.

Leaving at the right time and not fighting hard if you can is the way of survival for Owen Strong Beast. He will fight hard when he can't survive, but as long as he has a chance to survive, he will definitely protect himself well.

Owen saw Golden Claw Quick, whose condition was just as miserable as his own, and even had a broken arm, but fortunately it was not a fatal injury.

A boy was installing a strange magic prosthesis on him.

He asked, "The helper you found?"

"Have you heard of Lind Alman?"

It was Scar who spoke.     He spoke, forcing Owen to turn his attention to the weaker guy.

"Never heard of him."

"You will remember it after today."

Owen Strong Beast had no interest in continuing the conversation. He had never been very friendly to religious fanatics, and as far as he knew, the undead represented chaos.

Watching Owen's departure, Goldclaw Quick said, "You should introduce the Black Knight. I think even if Owen is hiding in the north, he must have heard of the name of the Black Knight."

"The Black Knight is just one of Lind Alman's identities."

"You look like a fanatic." Goldclaw Quick teased, "You have a paranoid and crazy worship of him."

"What about you? Do you think we will win?"

"I can only say it's difficult, maybe?"

Ska: "You are more of a fanatic than me. I don't believe that the undead can win this war. Their limit is to stop them here."

"Really?" Goldclaw Quick was stunned, then nodded, "You are right. I trust him far more than you do. I even think that as long as he appears, the enemy will be defeated."

The beast tide will never stop, at least not this time.

They attacked frantically. Even if their forward steps were barely stopped by the undead, all their advantages were destroyed in the first place when the giant beasts that slowly moved their bodies like mountains appeared in the back.

"We have lost too many people."

"There is no way to retreat."

It seems that there is no other way except to ask Lind for help. When they found Lind, he was just holding a few pieces of magic ring fragments in a daze, as if thinking about the feasibility of something.

The cat at his feet attracted the attention of Jinzhao and Owen. They saw similar creatures on the undead. Everyone has a cat by their side, and some people even put skirts on cats.

He has become stronger since the last meeting.

When his eyes fell on the other person, he could even feel a burning pain. The armor that seemed like magma made it impossible for people to control their body temperature when they approached, and even the blood flow rate was forced to speed up.

The uncontrollable flame power overflowed from Lind's body. Under the armor, it was unknown how much powerful energy was suppressed.

Also, his size seemed to be getting bigger.

Is he so tall? It's like a three-story building. You have to look up to see it.

"Sir, the defense line can't be held, and those undead can't hold on. We must find a way as soon as possible..."

"Yes, I know."

Linde took a step forward, and they noticed that there was a group of people following behind Linde.

No, it should be said that there was a group of... gods.

"I was thinking about not letting it develop to this point."

He had a lot of plans, but with all of them overturned in this war, the only good news was that the old man with the scroll was also here, and there were undead spies passing messages to him.

One undead followed the old man with the scroll, and the other undead stood beside Linde.

Zero-delay tracking camera, hard to defend.

"It's a pity that there is no time now."

Linde's eyes crossed the battlefield, as if he saw the old man with the scroll paddling on the battlefield. With his strength, it was not difficult to hide his identity and not be injured.

The other party was more wretched than he thought.

The golden [!] appeared above his head again, and the undead following Linde immediately understood that it was coming again, a serial task exclusive to the old man with the scroll.

"Help Lord Lind catch the old man with the scroll?"

If you all rush at him, where can he run? No, he can indeed escape, but there is really no way to turn around and run into the Gravel Mountains.

"This is easy."

Just as the undead conveyed the task content to his friend, Lind had already ordered the gods behind him to step into the battlefield.

Before the old man with the scroll is hit by the artillery, let them take over first. The Gravel Mountains is a good resource refresh point. Leaving it to the undead can not only satisfy their desire to fight and collect, but also meet Lind's demand for materials.

When the fragments of the magic ring appear occasionally, they can be taken as unexpected gains.

The team formed a wedge shape, with the prince of the two swords leading the way. He held two swords in his hands, his eyes were cold, and he was ready to rush forward and start fighting.

Ana the skinny ghost was like a beast that had just been released from a cage, drooling and lying on the ground, eager to pierce the body of the beast with his claws. This was destined to be a war between beasts and beasts.

"Attack!"

...

The undead were suppressed.

No war advantage.

The endless tide of beasts made the undead vaguely recall the scene of the first battle with the abyss, and then thought about whether their enemies were the same when facing themselves.

The sense of substitution was very strong, and I was already annoyed.

Until the team of gods appeared, their charge was a bit like a mythological picture book, the prince wielding a brilliant sword, the daughter of the night who controlled the mighty power, the powerful destructive power and the epic beauty were integrated into one.

You don't have to grit your teeth to make veins pop out to use all your strength.

Dancing-like attack is also feasible.

The beast tide in the front was torn apart in an instant, and the sword storm easily tore the hard scales on the beast skin. The continuous beating and slashing mixed with the corpses that were swept up by the storm and spun in the air and flew into a bloody tide.

The beast tide knew no fear and still bared its fangs to attack.

But the offense and defense were switched, and now it was the beast tide that was hit back.

"Go, give his mother a good look!"

The undead standing next to the old man in the painting raised his fist. He was more cunning and kept close to the old man in the painting so he didn't suffer any fatal injuries.

It was amazing. The beast tide's attack was fierce, but as long as he got close to the NPC pretending to be an undead, he could save his life, and he didn't even know how to save it.

I only remember that the battlefield was very chaotic, and I was always embarrassed but just happened to avoid every attack.

"Another new task!" He suddenly looked at the old man in the painting with surprise.

The old man in the painting scroll did not doubt him and nodded: "I saw it."

In fact, he did not see anything.

But he trusted his disguise very much, and the undead had always chatted like this before, and there was no problem at all.

"Over there, there is an occupation mission, and an outpost should be built! Let's go first!"

Looking at the direction pointed by the undead.

Although it was behind the gods, the old man in the painting scroll still nodded.

No one could see his disguise, this was his confidence.

The two of them went over and stood behind the gods who were fighting.

The gods who were fighting suddenly stopped and turned around in unison.

"Can you let me say a line? Fire at me..."

The attack fell on the old man in the painting scroll and the undead together.