"Johnson!"
"How could you — —"
The young militiamen glared at their companions. The young man who was controlled by the lich's hand was pale and trembling. Shame and fear made him lower his head.
But he didn't want to die, right?
Freya felt that her heart was about to stop. She subconsciously pulled out her sword. But the lich immediately dispelled her thoughts. The green light in its eye sockets suddenly flourished, and one of the young man's arms immediately burst like a balloon. Blood splattered everywhere, and the young man screamed miserably. His whole body fell to the ground and curled into a ball.
"Ah, Big Sister, I beg you to save me — —!"
Johnson rolled on the ground like a bloody man, wailing in pain.
This frightening scene made several people turn around and vomit immediately. The ponytailed girl's face also turned pale. She swayed and almost fell down.
"Human girl, you better not act rashly." The lich warned her with a sharp voice. Its cold eyes swept across everyone present.
But it immediately realized that the people present were just militiamen, not worth mentioning. Insects.
The green light in the lich's eye sockets dimmed, and it was somewhat disappointed. It was ordered to hunt down the whereabouts of the human scout that had escaped earlier, and not to get tangled up with these insects.
Freya's mind was blank, but she resisted the waves of dizziness and tried to think of a way to get out of this situation. She still remembered that she was the leader of this group, so she couldn't show her weak side.
As for the girl beside Roman, she had already fainted. Fortunately, Romaine held her.
Sophie felt Roman's hand tightly grabbing her sleeve. This was a kind of reliance and trust. Previously, he also held the ponytailed girl from behind to prevent her from falling, but the latter's strength was beyond his expectations.
But no matter what, he knew that she needed some comfort at this time. Otherwise, she might collapse first.
As a girl who lived in a peaceful era, it was difficult for her to accept such a cruel scene. Fortunately, Erouine was a war-torn country, and most of the young people here had this kind of awareness.
"Freya." Sophie said weakly.
The young girl was slightly startled and immediately woke up. She took a deep breath and calmed down with Sophie's help. Sophie could not help but nod in admiration when she saw that her fingers had become much gentler on the sword hilt.
This kind of performance could be considered outstanding. Ordinary people rarely could calm down at the edge of life and death. He didn't know why he didn't seem nervous at all. It was as if his mind had become as calm as water after his transmigration and the test of life and death.
But no matter what, at least it was a good thing.
He continued to ask in an almost inaudible voice, "Do you still remember what I said before about preparing for the worst?"
Freya was stunned for a moment and nodded slightly.
"Do you still have the strength to fight?"
"Hmm …"
It was an almost undetectable response.
Only then did Sophie feel relieved. He rubbed the cold Wind Empress Ring with his thumb. The response told him that the recharge was only half complete.
Three hours was way too slow compared to the ten-minute charge in the game. But fortunately, half of the energy was enough. Even though it couldn't create a complete Wind Bullet, it was enough to create a strong wind.
Anyway, he had already prepared for the worst. There was no possibility of it getting worse.
At the same time, the Lich finally confirmed that there were no other ambushes. It didn't even look at the wailing wretch at its feet and raised its skeletal arm.
"Soldiers, kill them all."
The shrill and dry voice rang out, and four skeletal soldiers with sharp swords and black chainmail appeared from the forest. They appeared from the thin fog, and their bodies creaked as they approached Freya's group step by step.
Perhaps Freya's group had thought of fighting back against these cold monsters earlier, but not now. The young people were full of confidence before, but now they were frightened by the cold-bloodedness of the enemy. Their remaining courage was gradually defeated by the aura of death, and they were powerless to resist.
They could only retreat step by step until they reached a dead end. Perhaps it was because of their biological instinct to protect themselves that they hurriedly pulled out the swords at their waists. But looking at how timid they were, no one could be sure how much fighting power they had left.
Only the sound of inhaling could be heard in the forest.
Looking at these pale-faced youths, the Lich couldn't help but sneer from its leaky chin.
The green light in its eye sockets flashed as if it was enjoying the pleasure brought by fear.
Indeed, human fear was their greatest enemy. They were weak, short-lived, and easily manipulated by useless emotions. In contrast, the undead naturally overcame all these flaws. Each of them could be the best soldier, especially the low-level undead. They didn't even need to think, they only needed to obey.
Compared to the well-trained militia of the human race, who acted like helpless children on the battlefield, such weak creatures shouldn't exist in this world.
It couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust from the bottom of its heart. Yes, Madara will win.
But at this time, the Lich heard an extra voice: "I'll leave it to you." It was the voice of a young man, calm, steady, and full of confidence.
The Lich felt its Soulfire jump slightly, which was an ominous sign. It immediately turned its head vigilantly.
Reflected in its empty vision was a shiny ring.
The ring was worn on the index finger of the seriously injured militia. It had never paid attention to that guy before. What was there to pay attention to a half-dead human?
Pretending to be seriously injured could deceive others, but it certainly couldn't deceive the undead. These cold-blooded monsters that crawled out of their graves could look directly at the Soulfire of a living creature. Sophie's weak and dim Soulfire of Soulfire was definitely not fake.
She was a seriously injured soldier.
It seemed that it was true.
But the real threat came from the ring on her hand. It was a magic ring. The green flames in the Lich's eyes dimmed little by little, and it could almost smell a deadly aura gathering in the air.
It recognized this smell. One of its masters taught it black magic and let it come in contact with some counterfeits. And from the aura that escaped from it, it could tell that it was at least a magic ring that reached 20 Energy Rank.
How could an official wizard's item appear in the hands of an ordinary person?
The Lich couldn't help but show a look of horror and greed.
"Undead soldier, give me that thing —" It raised its bone staff and screamed.
"Oss —"
But Sophie raised her right hand and spat out the word with all her might. It was more like she was squeezing out the remaining air from her lungs. When the young man fell back, he couldn't help but sweat profusely.
The space expanded and then suddenly contracted.
When the contraction once again exploded back to its original state, the turbulent airflow let out a shrill sound that was enough to pierce people's eardrums.
The wind was like a straight arrow that pierced towards the Lich and its skeleton soldiers. Even though they raised their withered arms to try and protect themselves, the turbulence passed through their empty ribs and formed an air vortex that pulled them to one side step by step.
There was no damage, but the restraining effect was obvious enough.
"Freya!" Sophie shouted.
The young girl responded and pulled out her sword. A crisp metallic sound was heard, and her long ponytail danced in the wind.
But what made Sophie surprised was that this inexperienced militia captain did not act rashly. She immediately turned around and reprimanded the others, "Mackie, Irene! What are you waiting for, Bucce's militia! Third squad, follow me! "
Inspiring courage was sometimes like a signal. In a life and death situation, a sentence, a hint could make people explode with endless power.
But there was a condition, and that was to be calm.
One person's calmness could affect more people, just like now. Under Freya's reminder, the young militia was slightly startled, but they finally reacted. This was their best chance, and their only chance to survive.
The sudden gale caused the skeleton soldiers and the Lich to retreat, and they had no time to care about anything else.
This discovery made the young men regain their courage. In the clanging sound of swords being unsheathed, the tactical qualities that they had trained on a daily basis seemed to have returned to their bodies at this moment.
"Mackie, cover me."
"Despicable monsters, now it's your turn … …"
"Get rid of that black magician first!"
"That's the Lich."
"Petit-finis, come behind me."
They began to try to counterattack.
But Sophie looked at the chaotic scene with some worry. He was afraid that these guys would be impulsive and ruin the situation, so he calmly reminded them from behind, "Remember to stay calm, everyone! Only when you calm down can you fight —! "
In The Amber Sword, he had seen many rookies who were exactly like these young men.
Hot-Bloodedness was a good thing, but they could not let it go to their heads.
He had no choice but to recite the militia's battle regulations. This was something that everyone present had memorized before, but there were not many who could remember these dry and precious experiences in battle.
It had to be said that Brando was an anomaly.
Sophie had all the memories of the young man's last battle. As a new recruit, his performance could not have been better. Even as a veteran warrior, he had to admit that Brando was indeed a young man with exceptional talent in swordsmanship. The only pity was that he encountered the wrong battle at the wrong time.
And on the other side, under Sophie's reminder, the young men calmed down. But this was not enough. Sophie knew that these guys still needed to gain a little advantage to strengthen their confidence. Otherwise, the morale that was built up in such a short period of time would easily collapse.
The wind became weaker.
The skeleton soldiers shook their chainmail and prepared to counterattack. They tried to regain their balance, but Sophie's voice had already instructed the Bucce militia to change their tactics.
"Listen up, these low-level Madara soldiers lack intelligence and move slowly. Turning around is their biggest weakness. Try to move left in the direction where they are holding their swords. There is a blind spot there, you can attack safely … "
"Mackie, you and Irene have to attack from the left and right, do you know how to cover them? Yes, attract the skeleton's attention. That's it. "
Sophie was half lying on a rock, staring at the situation on the battlefield while pointing out what the enemy should do next. There was a special magic in his words that made people unable to help but believe him. This was the power that people called confidence. It was steady, calm, and made people subconsciously rely on it when they were at a loss of what to do.
And the Bucce militia soon got a taste of the benefits. First, under his reminder, Ike cut off the tibia of a skeleton soldier at the cost of a sword in his thigh. Then, his partner, little Fenix, rushed up and pierced the skull of the skeleton soldier with a sword.
The moment the sword pierced through the skull, the cold monster fell apart with a crash. The soulfire in its eye sockets flickered and quickly dimmed.
A golden light flew out from the broken bones and entered Sophie's chest not far away.
Sophie was stunned. Different from the last time, this time he clearly felt that something was wrong. Experience points. He suddenly realized this. But before he had the time to verify this, he heard the young militia shouting excitedly after defeating the enemy.
"Oh my god, I did it!" Eyke could not believe it. He pressed on his bleeding wound and shouted: "Brando, how did you know this?"
Sophie smiled slightly. These experiences were summed up by him and his companions in the game. Even the most insignificant of them was filled with profound lessons because all of them were precious knowledge that had been tempered through thousands of battles and deaths.
Brando also learned some similar knowledge in the militia training, but in Sophie's eyes, it was too superficial, too superficial. If that knowledge could increase his combat power by 10% when he faced the skeleton soldiers, then his own should increase by 50% or even more.
From the year three hundred and seventy-five to the second era, Sophie's battle experience with Madara had allowed her to know the enemy's lowest ranked skeleton soldiers, and the highest ranked liches, bone dragons, and even vampire lords like the back of her hand.
In terms of understanding of the Dark Kingdom, there were probably not many people who could compare to Erouine. After all, before the first War of the Black Rose, the relationship between Madara and the Light World was not as tense as it was later.
Friction and conflicts were not as frequent.
Of course, these experiences were one of the things that Sophie was most proud of in this world. Relying on his familiarity with this world, he was confident that he could continue to walk, step by step, and return to his previous heights.
But now, he had to finish the work at hand. He did not know if the gust of wind caused by before had attracted other people's attention. For safety's sake, he had to finish the battle quickly.
Thinking of this, his gaze fell on the lich.
This was a troublesome enemy.
(PS: Some friends don't quite understand the conditions for this book to be on the list.
I will explain it to everyone here. The list for this book is the weekly potential new book list. The conditions for the new book list are: the second or more published works after becoming a Qidian author, the total word count is less than 200,000 words, the book has been in the Qidian library for 30 days, and the book has been updated once every three days.
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Today, this book's ranking rose by 2 places to the 22nd place. I hope to advance a little more tomorrow. Finally, I will continue to make a wish to be in the top 12.)
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