The Rise of the Cemetery

The main force of this operation is the Ebon Knights led by Arthas, supplemented by a part of the undead indigenous mercenaries. Due to the lack of Stratholme strength, the Necromancer Prataya Mage only played part of it, and most of them still had to stay in the city, so the magic power of this sneak attack appeared to be somewhat lacking.

However, the hunger and thirst for the war has already made everyone feel itchy, and the raid is still on schedule.

The highest undead in the enemy's rear base camp was a level 11 ghoul. Hearing down and reporting an unidentified force to attack, it was terrified.

Although they are called camps here, they are simply unsightly. Due to the lack of wood and large stones, there is only a "wall" of scattered gravel around the wide and huge campsite. It is not half a meter high, and even a low-level zombie can easily cross in. . If the zombie is not careful when turning over, it is easy to step on these simple "walls" that are simply stacked without any reinforcement.

So when the ghoul chieftain stood on a high platform and stood on tiptoe to see a row of undead knights heading side by side with huge smoke, his heart immediately fell into despair.

"Hurry up the zombies and make them stand closer ..." The ghoul little leader waved his sharp claws and shouted loudly, and immediately a dozen ghosts responded.

After all, the ghoul chieftain has experienced tens of thousands of years of war, and the basic idea of ​​fighting the undead knights is still right. The only regret is that the movements of the zombies are too slow. The Knights have arrived.

In the mid-air of the back half of the Ebon Knights, there are nearly two hundred giant bat demons spreading their wings and gliding towards here. The black pressure is filled with different shapes of undead mercenaries.

Under the direction of Arthas, the Ebon Knights deflected the attack arrow slightly, avoiding the frontal battlefield that had been slightly prototyped, drawing a perfect arc, jumping over the low "wall", and cutting into the wing A squirming zombie community.

"Boom……"

Continuous dull impact sounded, countless broken zombies' limbs were thrown backwards, and the rotten thick black blood splashed everywhere. Looking down from above, the right wing of the group of zombies that had just been black and black was just like being pushed by a wooden comb, and there were several obviously wide gaps inside. All zombies blocking the death knight's charge route were either smashed or trampled.

In such a chaotic situation, it is difficult for the fallen zombies to climb again, and can only helplessly wailing under the countless black and smelly feet of their companions, and eventually turn into a sticky meat sauce.

The rushing Knights of the Ebon had not turned their horses and continued to sweep the zombies. After all, these were only low-value prey, and the corpses who were in a hurry not far away were the primary targets today.

Compared with the orthodox corpses in the cemetery, these naturally evolved wild corpses have varying strengths, lack of equipment, and single spells. They are not qualified casters. But the caster is the caster, even if the water-mixed caster is coalesced, it is also a terrible force.

Obviously, the front line is also eager for this caster, so there are not many corpses in the camp, only the twenty or thirty. Perceiving the confusion of the outside world, they drilled out of their own decrepit tents and waited to see the undead knights who rushed into the camp to kill them. Only then did they realize that the big things were wrong, and they quickly gathered their stiff legs and feet.

It is a pity that it is too late.

Due to the incompetence of the Flesh Shield Zombies, the Charge of the Ebon Knights was not hindered at all. When the gang of casters came together easily, and they were scrambling to read spells, the Death Knight had rushed forward.

As I knew so, they might as well not be together, scattered and may cause sporadic damage, but now they are wasting their time on the road, and when they sound the spell, they are just braised by the death knight.

This is the huge difference between commanded and non-commanded. The tactics chosen are not right. It is easy to accomplish others and disgust yourself.

The tall and fierce undead knight passed by. In the high-pitched reminder of Alsace, the blades of all undead knights involuntarily lowered a few points again, and swept along the neck of the corpse wizards in unison, Did not hurt the head where their soul fire was.

Unfortunately, there are always a few bad lives. The slashed head crashed into the armor of an undead knight during the flight, or rolled off the ground and was stepped into powder by a huge horseshoe.

The green-haired zombie Moros, who was still in the air 100 meters away, patted his thigh and screamed with fist. It's all points, so it was ruined by the **** guys. In the enemy camps, there are a lot of dark and heavy looks, but most of them are the low-value skeletons and zombies. There are only a few high-value targets that can make the undead mercenaries move. Now that the **** guys of the Knights have succeeded in getting one, and if you don't act quickly, you will lose money in this battle.

With the loud command of Moros, all the bat monsters no longer landed and rested in the periphery as before, but flew straight into the chaotic camp, rushing to a group of high-level undeads that were different from the surroundings. This group of undead looks majestic. In fact, the real strength is between 5-10, and it is no longer seen by the fully armed undead mercenaries.

The Bat Demon is still descending at high speed in mid-air, and the impatient green-haired zombie Moros has already stood up and jumped directly at 20 meters above the ground. Moros, who weighs two to three hundred pounds, plus body armor and shield weapons, is like a heavy iron block directly hitting a corpse. After the loud noise of "Bang", the corpse was smashed into the meat sauce directly from the middle, and it broke into two convulsions.

"Hey, kid, I'm sorry!" Moros, who didn't have any sincerity, stood up and smiled at the head of the corpse, shouting loudly towards Alsace who had just rushed away: "Alsah Master Sri Lanka, we have contracted here. Please change your way! "

Arthas, covered in a black mask, took a slap in a fit of anguish, set a horse's head, and led the Ebon Knights towards the other. This cunning **** will grab loot, and move faster, otherwise the **** in the sky will jump down to capture the target, leaving only the zombie swarm.

It is a pity that things in the world are always good and not spirits.

With the example of Moros ahead, before the undead knights rushed to the next target, another mercenary leader jumped down recklessly, preempting the undead.

Arthas waved his hatred, the skeleton warrior stood up, and he also took the opportunity to check the distribution of the enemy in the camp. Damn, the ground is not as good as the sky! At a glance, there are already figures of undead mercenaries around all high-value target groups. There is even a mercenary leader who jumped from a height of 50 meters in order to take the first step. While in the middle of the sky, he shouted "This is ours!" And then loaded up densely. In the undead group, you are not afraid to throw yourself to death.

It is such a kung fu of three rounds and two rounds, there is already a fight in the big camp, and the magnificent Knights of the Black Front has nowhere to find the object worth the sword. Oro, who was hiding behind a death knight, smiled and pointed his finger at the most conspicuous platform in the field. He smiled insidiously: "The coach there is mine! Please also request the head of the Heifeng Knights Turn around and cut the zombie skeleton! "

His words disappeared and disappeared.

"I rely on it, I'm **** ..." Alsace, who is usually very ceremonial, can't help but scold the mother desperately at this moment.

After 1 hour, the camp had already shouted and disappeared. The zombie skeletons that were once black and scattered in a variety of strange shapes were scattered around the camp. Most of them were incomplete, and they looked around, and they were everywhere crawling around to find their bodies.

The large enemy group has been cleared, and there are still some sporadic small battles in the camp. In fact, it is not accurate to say that fighting is the most accurate statement should be hunting. Some low-value recalcitrants have been chopped into meat sauce like chopping melons and vegetables. Only those high-value undeads, indigenous undead mercenaries are willing to spend some time and energy to capture them and save the most value .

Therefore, in many locations, more than a dozen undead mercenaries gathered in a group, which contained 3-5 high-level undead. They were laying down one by one, trying not to hurt their vitality and soul fire.

Each bat demon in the periphery is also taking a hard work to take back and forth, returning the tightly defeated high-level undead camel to Stratholme. Every undead mercenary squad is carefully counting their gains, and the captains are everywhere. The curse of the loot was broken by rough hands.

The undead knights of Arthas have spread out and began to harvest the guys who fled outside, while Arthas shuddered the reins, and the super-skeletal warhorse walked down to the center of the highest platform in an elegant and idle pace.

This is the center of the camp commander.

The black blood was flowing across the soil platform more than 3 meters high, and various broken limbs and broken arms were scattered. The ghoul and the guards directly under it were all unloaded, and the bare torso was rolling on the ground. The big mouth of fangs was still open and closed indignantly.

"Need help?" Alsace rode a warhorse straight up to the commanding platform. The skeleton's giant horseshoe trampled on the horse. Several unlucky ghouls were stepped on a huge defect.

"You did it on purpose!" Auror's short stature appeared at the corner of the platform, complaining with dissatisfaction.

"You should learn from them. Killing may be your strength, how to improve the quality of the harvest, Moros they are much better than you do. At least they will not be so **** like you!" Alsace Pushing the heavy mask off, revealing a pale and cold face, long gray hair with white hair was drilled out of the crevice of the helmet and fluttered slowly against the wind.