The undead creature that had been charging towards Troda was patted by Little Skull after Han Shuo's shout. Little Skull and his mount suddenly changed directions, circling around Troda and charging into the dense group of bandits.
Troda yelled as he shot out rows of arrows. A few of them landed on the undead creature, but unfortunately, they didn't pose any hindrance to it. The undead creature resembling a porcupine charged into the dense group of bandits under Little Skull's control.
Pfft pfft …
This powerful undead creature landed in the middle of the bandits, its sharp spikes piercing through five bandits. Three of them were torn apart by the spikes, while the other two were sent flying through the air.
Three hundred gargoyles whizzed over, flapping their bat-like wings as they swarmed forward. Dozens of bandits didn't even have time to defend before they were torn into a bloody mess by their hook-like claws. The dark creatures that couldn't fly, under the lead of the earth elite zombie and wood elite zombie, joined forces with ten evil knights on fire-breathing black armored beasts and landed in the middle of Troda's red-bearded bandits.
More than a thousand undead creatures of all kinds charged directly into the middle of the bandits. These undead creatures that didn't fear death didn't feel any pain at all. They either used the sharp weapons in their hands or their claws and teeth to launch a frenzied attack on the bandits.
Among them, the skeletal warriors were the weakest. Their bones would often shatter under the powerful bombardment. Apart from this, the higher ranked zombie warriors' bodies were already very sturdy. The strength of the iron rods they wielded was also very fierce, often giving the bandits a lot of trouble.
As for the enormous hate warriors, they were even more difficult to deal with. It often took four or five bandits working together to barely resist them. Apart from light magic, only fire and lightning magic could harm these powerful undead creatures. Even if some ordinary physical attacks broke the hate warriors' arms and legs, they still couldn't stop their attacks.
Ten of the most valiant evil knights raised their enormous white bone spikes. Each one of them possessed great destructive power. With a wave of the enormous white bone spikes, five or six bandits would be swept to death. The black armor formed by the strange minerals in the Death Abyss was much more resistant to magic than the normal armor in this world. Undead creatures were strange existences that were not easily harmed by physical attacks, so these ten evil knights were a nightmare for bandits. They couldn't seem to find a way to deal with them.
Han Shuo, who was suspended in the void, waved his skeletal staff and chanted a cryptic spell. The greenish-black Canopy of Undead was shrouded in a dense death aura. Ripples spread into the air and formed acidic swamps. Undead creatures didn't pose any hindrance to the acid swamp, but once a living person without an aura of death fell into the acid swamp, their skin and flesh would immediately melt.
"You damned stupid pigs, do you only know how to watch from the side?" Faulke cursed loudly and pointed his silver spear at the bandits. He roared, "Aim and shoot!"
There were more than four thousand savage bandits, and their strength couldn't be underestimated. Han Shuo had also summoned more than a thousand undead creatures, but most of them were the lowest level skeleton warriors. However, these skeleton warriors were the weakest in terms of battle strength and often couldn't pose any real threat to the bandits.
Therefore, it was impossible for the undead creatures to completely annihilate this group of four thousand bandits with just the few hate warriors and evil knights. Faulke roared as rows of arrows landed among the bandits and even the undead creatures. For high level undead creatures like the hate warriors and evil knights, a few arrows wouldn't cause them any harm. Therefore, even if their attacks missed, they wouldn't cause much damage to the undead creatures.
The novice archers heaved a sigh of relief when they saw that the hate warriors were still able to attack the living people around them without any problems even after a few arrows pierced into their bodies. They were able to fire freely. Now that they no longer had any worries, the archery skills they'd gradually grasped during their daily training slowly came into play. More and more of the Redbeard bandits were killed under the rain of arrows.
Han Shuo, who'd been coldly observing the entire battle situation, suddenly had a thought. The magic that'd been scattering through the acid swamp temporarily stopped, and a narrow, winding path appeared from Troda's side to Faulke's side. The narrow path could only fit three or four people, but it seemed to leave some hope of attacking Faulke's group.
"Attack! Kill these damned cowardly soldiers of Brettel City!" Troda pointed at Faulke. The bandits that had surrounded him charged towards Faulke with Troda in the rain of arrows.
The soldiers, who'd gradually gotten used to the oncoming charge, mercilessly sent even more arrows towards Troda's group. The charging bandits fell to the ground like porcupines, their bodies full of arrows, javelins, and spears. Their deaths were also strange.
On the mountainside of Mount Tali, the leader of the mountain people, Fulkin, who was tall and had a high nose bridge, wore a set of armor that was not considered rare. He looked at the chaotic battle at the foot of the mountain in confusion and said, "What's going on?"
Fulkin was the leader of the mountain people on Mount Tali. He'd lived on Mount Tali for the past few years, exchanging ore for daily necessities. This group of about a thousand mountain people had been reduced to less than six hundred in the constant fighting. If it wasn't for the mountain's terrain, they would've long since been breached by the bandits.
"I don't know who that necromancer is, but those soldiers should be from Brettel City. Oh, how dare these Brettel City vermin take up weapons. My eyes must be playing tricks on me! " The old miner Turiaf stood on tiptoe on a tall rock, looking down with the same puzzlement.
"I've heard that Brettel City has a new city lord. Does this new city lord really want to change Brettel City?" Fulkin couldn't help but exclaim softly, astonishment in his eyes.
"Rumor has it that the new city lord is called Brian. He seems to be a necromancer and has even killed a great swordmaster of the Brut Merchant Alliance. He's a demon who's challenged many experts of the Empire. No one has been able to escape from his palms, leaving no one alive in every battle." Turiaf couldn't help but remind Fulkin when he'd heard some news from Ossen City from some merchants who'd recently come over.
As the master of the mountain people on Mount Tali, Fulkin thought for a moment with a dark expression, then said, "That damned bandit Troda has killed many of our people. Even my younger brother died in his hands. No matter what, Troda's situation isn't looking good now. It looks like we don't need to stay on the mountain to defend."
"Fulkin, you mean we should charge down the mountain and fight to the death with Troda?" Turiaf was startled and asked.
Nodding, Fulkin snorted and suddenly shouted, "Perhaps today is the day for us to take our revenge. That damned bandit Troda has killed too many of our people. Don't let him leave Mount Tali alive!"
Fulkin walked out from behind the rock after he finished speaking and charged towards the parties fighting at the foot of the mountain. The mountain people who'd been hiding among the rocks and shrubs suddenly erupted with accumulated hatred when they heard Fulkin's words. They followed behind Fulkin and charged towards Faulke's group.
For Fulkin and the others, it was best not to get too close to strange existences like the undead creatures. After all, these creatures didn't belong to this world. It would be a waste if they attacked them as well.
In addition, there were many acid swamps of various sizes in the middle of the undead creatures. Dozens of white skeletons that had just shed their skin and flesh could be seen in the acid swamps. This horrifying scene was extremely shocking to them. They naturally wouldn't want to come to such a dangerous place.
Whoosh whoosh!
Two bone spears shot out of nowhere. Troda, who was advancing, suddenly felt pain in his legs. Then, dozens of gargoyles swarmed him. Before he could react, they grabbed him with their iron claws and spiraled him into the sky.
"I'm the new city lord of Brettel City. My name is Brian. Nice to meet you, Troda!" Han Shuo's voice sounded courteously. When Troda reacted, he found that Han Shuo was looking at him with a faint smile. Four gargoyles' iron claws had pierced through his back. The four gargoyles flapped their wings to keep him from falling to his death.
"What do you want?" Troda was indeed a bandit leader. Even though his back was dripping with blood and in great pain, Troda's expression was still fierce as he glared angrily at Han Shuo and roared.
"I don't want anything, I just want all your wealth. Everything you've plundered from Brettel City all these years, spit it all out!" Han Shuo was in a good mood as he chuckled lightly.
"Just kill me, I won't give it to you even if I die! Haha, you won't be able to obtain that wealth! "Troda laughed maniacally, as if he didn't know how to spell the word" death ".
Pfft! Three bone spears pierced through Troda's abdomen and chest. Han Shuo smiled faintly, "You seem to have forgotten that I'm a necromancer. Necromancers not only have powerful control over dark creatures, but are also very familiar with souls. Even if you die, I can still obtain everything from your soul."
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