"Why are there dark creatures here?" Redbeard Troda was stunned. He couldn't help but pause in his actions of commanding his subordinates to attack Mount Tali. He looked at the densely packed undead creatures in bewilderment.
"Boss, I think, I think these damned dark creatures are targeting us!" The trembling, timid bandit felt as if the warm spring had turned to winter when he was glared at by Little Skull's purple eyes. He felt a bone-chilling coldness.
"Light Magicians, get rid of these filthy dark creatures!" Troda obviously saw that the situation wasn't looking good and roared at the mages facing Mount Tali.
There weren't as many mages on the Profound Continent as there were knights and swordsmen. The fact that there were a few mages in this bandit group spoke volumes of their extraordinary strength. A light journeyman mage and a light adept mage deeply understood that they would be the ones to deal with these dark creatures. The two had already started chanting magic as soon as Troda's voice fell.
Rays of dazzling light swords and balls of light sparkled with a pure and holy light as they slowly shot towards the approaching undead creatures. The earth elite zombie at the forefront scratched its head foolishly when it saw the light magic descending upon it. It suddenly disappeared into the ground from its flaming black warhorse. However, a barrier formed from dust suddenly appeared and blocked most of the light swords and balls of light.
A few light swords and balls of light landed among the dark creatures and purified a few skeletal warriors. It was a pity that there were too few of them. Compared to the sea of dark creatures, this level of light magic didn't have much of an effect.
After all, the two light mages weren't light grand magi like Ferguson who could cast "Glorious Splendor of Light". Facing the attack of more than a thousand undead creatures, the scattered specks of light couldn't stop the invasion of the undead army at all, especially when there were the three little skeletons who weren't afraid of light magic.
Of course, the dark armor of the high ranked evil knights was also very effective against light magic. Therefore, the entire army of dark creatures didn't stop even a step under the attack of the light swords and balls of light. They continued to charge majestically towards the bandits led by Redbeard Troda.
"Stupid pigs, raising you guys is really useless!" Troda cursed loudly and pulled out a gleaming, double-edged broadsword from his Space Ring. He roared at his subordinates behind him, "Come, smash these filthy bones!"
Troda took the lead and charged out. There were at least three thousand bandits gathered around him. These bandits, who had no sense of strategy, followed behind Troda like a swarm of bees, fiercely charging at the dark creatures.
Faulke led a group of terrified soldiers in a completely different direction from the dark creatures. These Brettel City soldiers looked fearfully at City Lord Han Shuo floating in the middle of the undead army. They seemed to remember Han Shuo's ruthlessness. None of them dared to cower.
"Prepare the crossbows and arrows. Shoot them to death! You bunch of idiots, focus all your attention!" Faulke couldn't help but curse loudly when he saw that the soldiers on the battlefield still dared to be distracted and look around.
The soldiers, who were used to being cursed, raised the bows and arrows in their hands amidst the curses. They aimed at the Redbeard bandits charging from the foot of the mountain and fired wildly. Although these people's aim wasn't very good, the Redbeard bandits were too densely packed together. As long as the strength of the arrows was enough, they would draw blood when they landed in the swarming crowd.
On one side were soldiers who had just been trained for a short period of time and dared to resist the bandits for the first time. On the other side were a group of hot-tempered bandits who didn't know how to fight at all. As the defenders, the arrows and crossbow bolts in the hands of the soldiers had indeed received quite a bit of lethality. Rows and rows of arrows rained down, and more than three hundred bandits were killed just like that. Another five to six hundred bandits were either lightly or heavily injured.
The bandits finally charged from the foot of the mountain after paying the price of three hundred lives. At this time, the bandits had two choices. They could either attack the Brettel soldiers on the left, or the slowly advancing undead army in front of them.
Troda was extremely furious at this moment. He finally recognized that the ones who'd dared to attack his subordinates were actually the cowardly soldiers of Brettel City. This group of Brettel City soldiers who always fled like dogs had always been a laughing stock among the other grand duchies and bandits.
However, these soldiers had actually dared to pick up their weapons and attack his subordinates at this time. They'd even caused quite a bit of damage. This was an unforgivable insult to Redbeard Troda. Therefore, Troda, who'd charged from the foot of the mountain, immediately roared madly, "Brothers, chop up this group of bastards!"
Troda once again took the lead and roared angrily as he charged towards Faulke's group of soldiers. He didn't attack the undead creatures in front of him like he'd originally planned. However, even though he didn't attack the undead creatures, the dark creatures controlled by Han Shuo and Little Skull wouldn't let them off in a friendly manner.
When the dark green Canopy of Necromancy covered the bright red light of the evening, a thick aura of death slowly spread out from the Canopy of Necromancy. The bones of the undead creatures that bathed in the Canopy of Necromancy all shone with an evil luster. Their slow-moving attack speed suddenly increased by three times. Even the sluggish hate warriors started moving as fast as gargoyles.
Following a string of cryptic and profound magic incantations, grey liquid rippled out from the water and poured down from the sky. The path the bandits took towards Faulke's group of soldiers was filled with acidic swamps that were emitting green smoke.
The bandits who'd rashly stepped into the acid swamps suddenly howled miserably. Under the corrosion of the acid swamps, their skin and flesh rapidly fell off from their bones. In the blink of an eye, fifty to sixty living skeletons of all shapes and sizes appeared in the acid swamps.
"Damn it, avoid those things that are emitting green smoke!" Troda shouted loudly, then glared angrily at Han Shuo, who'd gracefully released necromancy magic. He roared, "Evil necromancer, why do you have to be enemies with us? I've never offended you!"
Temporarily halting his incantation, Han Shuo glanced at Troda with interest. A charming smile appeared on his face as he said softly, "Brettel City is my territory. Do you think you've offended me by burning, killing, and looting in my territory?"
"Haha, so you're that unlucky new city lord. Do you think Brettel City is Seamist City? Do you think a necromancer like you can change the situation in such an abandoned place?" Troda actually mocked when he saw Han Shuo reveal his identity.
"How would I know if I don't try?" Han Shuo replied with a light smile. He pointed the skeletal staff in his hand at Troda and ordered, "Children, tear them apart!"
Little Skull, who was riding on the enormous undead creature, emitted a hazy purple light from his Purple Demon Eye. He glanced at the undead creatures that were swarming towards Troda, his empty right hand abruptly slapping the undead creature beneath him. This undead creature that looked like an enormous hedgehog suddenly shook out three pairs of five meter long wings that seemed to be made of green rotting flesh. The enormous undead creature flapped its green wings and directly carried Little Skull into the air, sweeping towards Troda.
This was like a bugle call to charge. As soon as Little Skull and the undead creature flew away, the group of gargoyles circling above quickly flapped their bat-like wings and closely followed behind the undead creature covered in spikes, attacking Redbeard Troda's bandits.
Floating in the air, Han Shuo sized up the spike-covered undead creature through the yin demon. He didn't know why, but he felt that the densely packed snow-white bone spikes on its body was somewhat familiar. After carefully examining it through the yin demon, Han Shuo suddenly recalled the bone spikes from super rank magical creatures that Little Skull and the earth elite zombie had collected in the forbidden land. Those bone spikes that contained a strange energy were shockingly similar to the spikes on this undead creature.
"Could it be that this undead creature that I've never seen before was' refined 'by Little Skull?" This thought suddenly welled up in Han Shuo's mind for no reason, but was immediately rejected by Han Shuo with a shake of his head. This idea was too outrageous. As a Little Skull that he'd refined, it shouldn't have such a strange ability.
"Don't kill him, I want that leader alive!" Riding on the strange undead creature, Little Skull quickly flew above Troda. Han Shuo suddenly shouted as he watched Little Skull and the undead creature swoop down towards him.
From Dick, Han Shuo knew that this bandit named Troda had looted Brettel City many times in the past few years. Han Shuo wanted this bandit leader, who'd raked in so much wealth, to spit out all the wealth he'd swallowed. After all, Brettel City currently needed a large amount of gold coins. Just the two hundred thousand gold coins that they'd brought over wasn't enough to sustain the city.
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