Huaidong Battlefield.
The leader of the North Army, Li Quan, asked his wife, Yang Miaozhen, to guard Chu Zhou (present-day Huai 'an, Jiangsu) while he led 30,000 soldiers to attack Tai Zhou.
Li Quan's goal was clear. He wanted to take Tong Zhou, Yangzhou, and force his way into Lin 'an.
Liu Gu, the Governor of Huaidong, ordered the South Army to hold their ground. The two sides were in a standoff.
…
Late at night.
The camp of the North Army's general, Li Fu, was brightly lit.
Suddenly, the crackling sound of flames could be heard. Thick smoke rose into the air.
"It's on fire!"
"Come and put out the fire!"
The soldiers of the North Army shouted in panic.
The fire started very quickly. By the time the soldiers of the North Army discovered it, it had already spread into a huge fire. Li Fu did not have time to put on his armor. He hurriedly got on his horse and ordered the soldiers to put out the fire. However, how could they put it out in such a short time?
The soldiers in the camp shouted and the horses neighed.
Suddenly, a three-meter-tall knight riding a skeletal warhorse appeared. Behind him were nine two-meter-tall knights riding skeletal warhorses.
The Bone Race's Heavenly King had revealed his true form, Abaddon!
He pointed his huge spear forward. The soul fire in Abaddon's eyes flickered. Spiritual energy waves turned into a voice. "Charge!"
The black stream of iron gathered into an arrow and charged into the North Army's camp.
Abaddon, who was riding on the skeletal warhorse, was like an indestructible tank. With one strike, he shattered the gate of the North Army's camp. He charged in and stabbed everyone he saw with his spear! He emitted a deadly aura that infected the soldiers of the North Army, causing their movements to become slower.
Although there were only ten knights in total, their momentum was greater than that of thousands of soldiers and horses.
"Enemy attack!"
Mixed with the cries to put out the fire, the alarm of an enemy attack also sounded. The camp was in chaos.
Li Fu faced Abaddon. Although he had the strength of a commander, it was still not enough to deal with Abaddon. One spear strike was enough to numb Li Fu's body.
Li Fu hurriedly jumped off his warhorse and threw away his spear. He pulled out his Yuanyang Twin Blades and rolled forward.
His battle experience was also very rich. He knew that he couldn't fight against the monster in front of him with brute force. He could only use his advantage in agility to close the distance so that his opponent's three-meter long lance would not be able to exert its advantage.
However, Abaddon did not care about Li Fu. He continued to charge forward on his horse, killing the northern army soldiers and spreading the necrosis disease to the living.
Li Fu was puzzled. He was the commander of this camp, so why was he being ignored?
Before he could regain his senses, he heard the sound of wings flapping.
The pale wings stirred up an ominous air current as Sig Delifa's figure appeared. Her spiritual spear was as fast as lightning as she thrust it forward.
Li Fu hurriedly brandished his dual blades to block the attack. The dual blades slashed out a snow-white blade screen that was like a rolling wheel.
However, Sig Delifa's spear seemed to defy the laws of physics. It accurately pierced through the airtight saber curtain, broke through Li Fu's Protective Upstanding Qi, and pierced into his throat.
"Huff … Huff huff …"
Li Fu's throat deflated, and his eyes suddenly widened.
Sig Delifa pulled back the spiritual spear.
Li Fu's body slowly fell to the ground.
A gray mist rose as if it was pulled by an invisible suction force. It floated to the top of Sig Delifa's head and turned into a constantly spinning gray ball of mist.
"The Resentment isn't strong enough … I can't create a chief-level Soul warrior."
Sig Delifa muttered, "However, I can create two elite-level ones."
The race leader skill, Darkness Absorption, was activated. The gray mist instantly split into two and landed in front of Sig Delifa.
The two balls of gray mist wriggled as if they were alive. In the end, they turned into two slightly illusory Grey Shadow and gradually solidified.
The two elite-level ghosts were the predecessors of the shadow assassins.
"Continue forward. Master needs more warriors."
Sig Delifa flapped her wings. Her goal was very simple. She specifically chose elite-level northern army leaders to attack.
The battle lasted for only fifteen minutes. This camp of thousands of people had been razed to the ground.
Not a single person was able to escape, because …
Butcher Paji and Vampire Lord Vladimir walked out of the battlefield, one from the east and one from the west.
"There are seventy-six people blocking the intersection on my side," Vladimir said with a smile.
"Paji killed a hundred of them! At least a hundred, "Butcher said.
Vladimir bowed politely. "His Excellency Paji is indeed powerful."
In fact, the two of them were lying in ambush on each side. Who killed more and who killed less depended on luck and the direction the enemy chose to escape. Also, Butcher's counting ability was very suspicious. When he said "a hundred," he actually meant "a lot." It meant that he couldn't count them.
Sig Delifa quietly flew out. Dozens of black shadows had appeared behind her. About ten elite-level ghosts and the rest were normal-level wraiths.
Every Soul warrior was dragging the corpse of an elite-level or above enemy.
"Let's begin," Abaddon said concisely. "Paji, it's your turn."
Butcher Paji grunted and used his stitching skill. His deformed arm nimbly threaded the needle.
However, his efficiency was worrying. After working for a long time and using so many elite-level corpses, he only created four stitched monsters. He was so tired that he sat on the ground, and the earth shook.
Abaddon shook his head and said, "I hope these stitched monsters are worth the cost."
As he spoke, Abaddon stabbed his lance into the ground. Spirit energy surged wildly, and a black mist enveloped the camp.
"Gangrene!"
A skeleton soldier crawled out of the corpses of all the enemies infected with gangrene.
Of course, they were the lowest level skeleton soldiers. They didn't even have a normal-level template. The skeleton soldiers revived by the Gangrene skill would automatically have their template lowered by one level.
At the same time, hundreds of skeleton soldiers crawled out.
Vladimir praised, "Every time I see His Excellency Abaddon's ability, it makes me envious."
Abaddon's aura became much weaker. His spirit energy dropped to less than five hundred points in an instant. The soul fire in his eye sockets dimmed slightly.
With a long neigh, the skeletal warhorse under Abaddon turned into a black mist and disappeared. This was because Abaddon couldn't maintain the skeletal warhorse's spirit energy consumption and automatically chose to reduce it.
"As expected, the Gangrene skill has a limit."
Sig Delifa said, "Reviving more than six hundred skeleton soldiers without a template tired you to this extent. It seems your limit is no more than a thousand."
Abaddon nodded. He first turned two meters tall and had a human-like appearance. Then, he took out two spirit crystals and held them in his hand. He slowly absorbed them and recovered his spirit energy.
"Master's orders are for us to accumulate strength before the final battle. This is the first Northland camp we've captured. I've also found the locations of the other two camps. When His Excellency Abaddon's spirit energy recovers, we'll continue to attack the next target! "
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