Chapter 1963: 1963
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Northwest, 1500 miles.
Eighteen thousand nightmare knights were covered with thick black fog, filled with the deadly air, carrying broken and decadent spears, sitting down. The skeleton horse roared, only a pair of scarlet soul fire was burning.
From a distance, it looks like a dark cloud. The place where the horses trample is interwoven with cold and death. It's like the deep place of the ancient dead soil, announcing the coming of death to the world.
Tireless!
No fear of death!
I don't know the pain!
Nightmare knight is one of the most powerful arms in the natural disaster of the undead. It's the charge and fight on the battlefield. Even the strong men in the holy land who have set foot in the Ninth level dare not resist the nightmare Knight legion of more than ten thousand people alone.
A group of the most ruthless killing machines in the battlefield, few legions of the living dare to confront them.
"Dong!"
"Dong!"
"Dong!"
The earth shakes, the rocks tremble, and the smoke rises. It can be seen that a wolf cavalry from the orcs comes in the distance. Each Orc is about one foot high, and they are all pure ice blue werewolves. They are carrying heavy hammers, maces, swords and other weapons. They are ten feet long and three feet high.
Frost wolf!
The werewolf orcs are also one of the powerful clans of the orcs. Thirty thousand wolf cavalry belong to the elite arms of the third Legion. Its leader is Japanese * Nicholas * frost wolf, an eighth level frost warrior. All the wolf cavalry under his command are above sixth level.
"For the sake of the tribe, for the sake of the Empire, orcs will never be slaves!"
"Boys, kill me!"
A giant ice blue wolf with a height of 15 feet, led by the wolf cavalry, held up the huge hammer in his hand, and issued the oldest language of the frost wolf tribe, permeated with the most primitive ferocity and fury.
He is the leader of the team, Japanese * Nicholas * frost wolf.
"For the sake of the tribe, for the sake of the Empire, orcs will never be slaves!"
"For the sake of the tribe, for the sake of the Empire, orcs will never be slaves!"
"For the sake of the tribe, for the sake of the Empire, orcs will never be slaves!"
Thirty thousand wolf cavalry raised their weapons, one by one inspired Frost's fighting spirit. Under the leader of Japanese * Nicholas * frost wolf, they swept away towards the nightmare knight with a fan.
"This group of orcs, whose brains are full of shit, know how to charge by stepping on their horses."
"My plans are all messed up!"
"Not so much, Griffin knight, charge!"
At an altitude of 1000 meters, the 25th team of Griffin Knights came. The total number of them was only 3000, but they were the elite of the third Legion. No matter who were the fighters, the uniform seventh level knights, their equipment was forged by the dwarves, enchanted by the spirit of light, and specialized in anti undead equipment.
When the two armies were less than 3000 meters away from each other, they could see that all the nightmare knights who were rushing at full speed stopped, and the endless black death fog covered the sky and earth directly.
The leader of the nightmare knight has a gun in one hand and a shield in the other hand. The skeleton horse hisses in the crotch, and then his figure disappears strangely. Behind him, all the nightmare Knights disappear in the black fog.
"No, Griffin knight, back up!"
"Order down, all retreat!"
"We've been trapped. We'll thoroughly investigate the radius of 1600 meters and find the death Warlock."
"Shadow, black fog, phase magic, the wolf cavalry Corps is over!"
Leddis, the leader of Griffin knights at an altitude of 1000 meters, looks at the black fog on the ground, and his face becomes extremely ugly for a moment. He can only order the Griffin knights in the sky to retreat.
Shadow, black fog, phase magic.
Enveloped in the scope, the nightmare knight can ignore the distance, which is obviously a trap for the third Legion!
In the dark fog, cold and death intertwined, silent, one after another wolf cavalry fell, this is not a war, but a one-sided massacre, even if the frost fighting spirit, it is difficult to stop the invasion of death magic.
"Frost of..."
"Click!"
Japanese * Nicholas * frost wolf is furious. It's a pity that frost has been pierced by a broken spear before his fight broke out. The eighth level frost warrior has no one to fight against in front of the nightmare knight who has already been infinitely close to the holy land.
But in a quarter of an hour, 30000 wolf cavalry troops were destroyed, and none of them could survive. The Griffin cavalry corps, the 27th detachment and so on, who came to support them, could only helplessly watch the wolf cavalry Corps being slaughtered, which was doomed to be a massacre.
It's not that they don't want to save!
It's really not going to help.
Shadow, black fog, phase magic, and at least one holy land Warlock can support the battle of the nightmare cavalry.
You need at least one level nine Holy Land light mage to fight against the Holy Land death Warlock.
Without Faye's help, going to zaido is nothing more than delivering food. In the face of the coming wave of the dead, no one can fight against
In the darkest hour, the end has come.Where is the hope of the mainland and where is the future of the living?
The soldiers of the third Legion in all directions bowed their heads indifferently, and their eyes were empty and desperate.
It's just a small battlefield, and such a battlefield is playing every day, but the losses like today's have not been seen in the third Legion for a long time.
Although they were a group of orcs whose minds were full of feces, they were vulgar, without human civilization, the elegance of elves, the skills of dwarves, and
But it was a group of living creatures, a group of the bravest fighters for defending the territory, for the tribe and Empire.
"Salute to the dead comrades in arms!"
The Griffin cavalry fell from the sky, and the paladin lydis made a knight's salute towards the distance. He had to hold back his grief and really wanted to fight with him, but reason told him that he could not do it, and the third army could not continue to wear down.
Three thousand Griffin knights, eight thousand and a half horse hunters salute, and fifteen hundred elves
Everyone did the highest etiquette from the race, but everyone's heart is more desperate.
Heroic blood has been watered out by cold death.
The unyielding struggle in the soul has been filled with despair.
The soul yearning for freedom has been invaded by darkness.
No hope!
No tomorrow!
No future!
This is a doomed doomsday and will be the end of the world.
The God of Dharma falls and the demigod dies.
When order has been banned by chaos!
When the light is covered with darkness!
When everything will come to an end!
Who can save us, who can lead us to fight
"I'm not reconciled!"
"The damned dead, the damned end."
"Our world shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this!"
The paladin lydis looks at the nightmare knight who has been rearranging and ready to charge. He roars in his heart. In his desperate heart, the cold blood seems to be ignited again. There is an inexplicable impulse in his soul, and an extremely vague figure emerges in his memory, but he can't remember who he is?
"Roar! Howl! The soul of despair and fear will be so sweet. "
"Man! How can we realize the greatness of death when we are humble and weak. "
"Come on! Take off your armor, give up your weapons and throw yourself into the arms of death
"Join us, lydis!"
In the center of the nightmare cavalry, a group of shadows wriggle up and gradually grow larger in the void, showing an extremely ugly face, giving people a very terrible will to die.
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Northwest, 1500 miles.
Eighteen thousand nightmare knights were covered with thick black fog, filled with the deadly air, carrying broken and decadent spears, sitting down. The skeleton horse roared, only a pair of scarlet soul fire was burning.
From a distance, it looks like a dark cloud. The place where the horses trample is interwoven with cold and death. It's like the deep place of the ancient dead soil, announcing the coming of death to the world.
Tireless!
No fear of death!
I don't know the pain!
Nightmare knight is one of the most powerful arms in the natural disaster of the undead. It's the charge and fight on the battlefield. Even the strong men in the holy land who have set foot in the Ninth level dare not resist the nightmare Knight legion of more than ten thousand people alone.
A group of the most ruthless killing machines in the battlefield, few legions of the living dare to confront them.
"Dong!"
"Dong!"
"Dong!"
The earth shakes, the rocks tremble, and the smoke rises. It can be seen that a wolf cavalry from the orcs comes in the distance. Each Orc is about one foot high, and they are all pure ice blue werewolves. They are carrying heavy hammers, maces, swords and other weapons. They are ten feet long and three feet high.
Frost wolf!
The werewolf orcs are also one of the powerful clans of the orcs. Thirty thousand wolf cavalry belong to the elite arms of the third Legion. Its leader is Japanese * Nicholas * frost wolf, an eighth level frost warrior. All the wolf cavalry under his command are above sixth level.
"For the sake of the tribe, for the sake of the Empire, orcs will never be slaves!"
"Boys, kill me!"
A giant ice blue wolf with a height of 15 feet, led by the wolf cavalry, held up the huge hammer in his hand, and issued the oldest language of the frost wolf tribe, permeated with the most primitive ferocity and fury.
He is the leader of the team, Japanese * Nicholas * frost wolf.
"For the sake of the tribe, for the sake of the Empire, orcs will never be slaves!"
"For the sake of the tribe, for the sake of the Empire, orcs will never be slaves!"
"For the sake of the tribe, for the sake of the Empire, orcs will never be slaves!"
Thirty thousand wolf cavalry raised their weapons, one by one inspired Frost's fighting spirit. Under the leader of Japanese * Nicholas * frost wolf, they swept away towards the nightmare knight with a fan.
"This group of orcs, whose brains are full of shit, know how to charge by stepping on their horses."
"My plans are all messed up!"
"Not so much, Griffin knight, charge!"
At an altitude of 1000 meters, the 25th team of Griffin Knights came. The total number of them was only 3000, but they were the elite of the third Legion. No matter who were the fighters, the uniform seventh level knights, their equipment was forged by the dwarves, enchanted by the spirit of light, and specialized in anti undead equipment.
When the two armies were less than 3000 meters away from each other, they could see that all the nightmare knights who were rushing at full speed stopped, and the endless black death fog covered the sky and earth directly.
The leader of the nightmare knight has a gun in one hand and a shield in the other hand. The skeleton horse hisses in the crotch, and then his figure disappears strangely. Behind him, all the nightmare Knights disappear in the black fog.
"No, Griffin knight, back up!"
"Order down, all retreat!"
"We've been trapped. We'll thoroughly investigate the radius of 1600 meters and find the death Warlock."
"Shadow, black fog, phase magic, the wolf cavalry Corps is over!"
Leddis, the leader of Griffin knights at an altitude of 1000 meters, looks at the black fog on the ground, and his face becomes extremely ugly for a moment. He can only order the Griffin knights in the sky to retreat.
Shadow, black fog, phase magic.
Enveloped in the scope, the nightmare knight can ignore the distance, which is obviously a trap for the third Legion!
In the dark fog, cold and death intertwined, silent, one after another wolf cavalry fell, this is not a war, but a one-sided massacre, even if the frost fighting spirit, it is difficult to stop the invasion of death magic.
"Frost of..."
"Click!"
Japanese * Nicholas * frost wolf is furious. It's a pity that frost has been pierced by a broken spear before his fight broke out. The eighth level frost warrior has no one to fight against in front of the nightmare knight who has already been infinitely close to the holy land.
But in a quarter of an hour, 30000 wolf cavalry troops were destroyed, and none of them could survive. The Griffin cavalry corps, the 27th detachment and so on, who came to support them, could only helplessly watch the wolf cavalry Corps being slaughtered, which was doomed to be a massacre.
It's not that they don't want to save!
It's really not going to help.
Shadow, black fog, phase magic, and at least one holy land Warlock can support the battle of the nightmare cavalry.
You need at least one level nine Holy Land light mage to fight against the Holy Land death Warlock.
Without Faye's help, going to zaido is nothing more than delivering food. In the face of the coming wave of the dead, no one can fight against
In the darkest hour, the end has come.Where is the hope of the mainland and where is the future of the living?
The soldiers of the third Legion in all directions bowed their heads indifferently, and their eyes were empty and desperate.
It's just a small battlefield, and such a battlefield is playing every day, but the losses like today's have not been seen in the third Legion for a long time.
Although they were a group of orcs whose minds were full of feces, they were vulgar, without human civilization, the elegance of elves, the skills of dwarves, and
But it was a group of living creatures, a group of the bravest fighters for defending the territory, for the tribe and Empire.
"Salute to the dead comrades in arms!"
The Griffin cavalry fell from the sky, and the paladin lydis made a knight's salute towards the distance. He had to hold back his grief and really wanted to fight with him, but reason told him that he could not do it, and the third army could not continue to wear down.
Three thousand Griffin knights, eight thousand and a half horse hunters salute, and fifteen hundred elves
Everyone did the highest etiquette from the race, but everyone's heart is more desperate.
Heroic blood has been watered out by cold death.
The unyielding struggle in the soul has been filled with despair.
The soul yearning for freedom has been invaded by darkness.
No hope!
No tomorrow!
No future!
This is a doomed doomsday and will be the end of the world.
The God of Dharma falls and the demigod dies.
When order has been banned by chaos!
When the light is covered with darkness!
When everything will come to an end!
Who can save us, who can lead us to fight
"I'm not reconciled!"
"The damned dead, the damned end."
"Our world shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this!"
The paladin lydis looks at the nightmare knight who has been rearranging and ready to charge. He roars in his heart. In his desperate heart, the cold blood seems to be ignited again. There is an inexplicable impulse in his soul, and an extremely vague figure emerges in his memory, but he can't remember who he is?
"Roar! Howl! The soul of despair and fear will be so sweet. "
"Man! How can we realize the greatness of death when we are humble and weak. "
"Come on! Take off your armor, give up your weapons and throw yourself into the arms of death
"Join us, lydis!"
In the center of the nightmare cavalry, a group of shadows wriggle up and gradually grow larger in the void, showing an extremely ugly face, giving people a very terrible will to die.
Northwest, 1500 miles. Eighteen thousand nightmare knights were covered with thick black fog, filled with the deadly air, carrying broken and decadent spears, sitting down. The skeleton horse roared, only a pair of scarlet soul fire was burning. From a distance, it looks like a dark cloud. The place where the horses trample is interwoven with cold and death. It's like the deep place of the ancient dead soil, announcing the coming of death to the world. Tireless! No fear of death! I don't know the pain! Nightmare knight is one of the most powerful arms in the natural disaster of the undead. It's the charge and fight on the battlefield. Even the strong men in the holy land who have set foot in the Ninth level dare not resist the nightmare Knight legion of more than ten thousand people alone. A group of the most ruthless killing machines in the battlefield, few legions of the living dare to confront them. "Dong!" "Dong!" "Dong!" The earth shakes, the rocks tremble, and the smoke rises. It can be seen that a wolf cavalry from the orcs comes in the distance. Each Orc is about one foot high, and they are all pure ice blue werewolves. They are carrying heavy hammers, maces, swords and other weapons. They are ten feet long and three feet high. Frost wolf! The werewolf orcs are also one of the powerful clans of the orcs. Thirty thousand wolf cavalry belong to the elite arms of the third Legion. Its leader is Japanese * Nicholas * frost wolf, an eighth level frost warrior. All the wolf cavalry under his command are above sixth level. "For the sake of the tribe, for the sake of the Empire, orcs will never be slaves!" "Boys, kill me!" A giant ice blue wolf with a height of 15 feet, led by the wolf cavalry, held up the huge hammer in his hand, and issued the oldest language of the frost wolf tribe, permeated with the most primitive ferocity and fury. He is the leader of the team, Japanese * Nicholas * frost wolf. "For the sake of the tribe, for the sake of the Empire, orcs will never be slaves!" "For the sake of the tribe, for the sake of the Empire, orcs will never be slaves!" "For the sake of the tribe, for the sake of the Empire, orcs will never be slaves!" Thirty thousand wolf cavalry raised their weapons, one by one inspired Frost's fighting spirit. Under the leader of Japanese * Nicholas * frost wolf, they swept away towards the nightmare knight with a fan. "This group of orcs, whose brains are full of shit, know how to charge by stepping on their horses." "My plans are all messed up!" "Not so much, Griffin knight, charge!" At an altitude of 1000 meters, the 25th team of Griffin Knights came. The total number of them was only 3000, but they were the elite of the third Legion. No matter who were the fighters, the uniform seventh level knights, their equipment was forged by the dwarves, enchanted by the spirit of light, and specialized in anti undead equipment. When the two armies were less than 3000 meters away from each other, they could see that all the nightmare knights who were rushing at full speed stopped, and the endless black death fog covered the sky and earth directly. The leader of the nightmare knight has a gun in one hand and a shield in the other hand. The skeleton horse hisses in the crotch, and then his figure disappears strangely. Behind him, all the nightmare Knights disappear in the black fog. "No, Griffin knight, back up!" "Order down, all retreat!" "We've been trapped. We'll thoroughly investigate the radius of 1600 meters and find the death Warlock." "Shadow, black fog, phase magic, the wolf cavalry Corps is over!" Leddis, the leader of Griffin knights at an altitude of 1000 meters, looks at the black fog on the ground, and his face becomes extremely ugly for a moment. He can only order the Griffin knights in the sky to retreat. Shadow, black fog, phase magic. Enveloped in the scope, the nightmare knight can ignore the distance, which is obviously a trap for the third Legion! In the dark fog, cold and death intertwined, silent, one after another wolf cavalry fell, this is not a war, but a one-sided massacre, even if the frost fighting spirit, it is difficult to stop the invasion of death magic. "Frost of..." "Click!" Japanese * Nicholas * frost wolf is furious. It's a pity that frost has been pierced by a broken spear before his fight broke out. The eighth level frost warrior has no one to fight against in front of the nightmare knight who has already been infinitely close to the holy land. But in a quarter of an hour, 30000 wolf cavalry troops were destroyed, and none of them could survive. The Griffin cavalry corps, the 27th detachment and so on, who came to support them, could only helplessly watch the wolf cavalry Corps being slaughtered, which was doomed to be a massacre. It's not that they don't want to save! It's really not going to help. Shadow, black fog, phase magic, and at least one holy land Warlock can support the battle of the nightmare cavalry. You need at least one level nine Holy Land light mage to fight against the Holy Land death Warlock. Without Faye's help, going to zaido is nothing more than delivering food. In the face of the coming wave of the dead, no one can fight against In the darkest hour, the end has come.Where is the hope of the mainland and where is the future of the living? The soldiers of the third Legion in all directions bowed their heads indifferently, and their eyes were empty and desperate. It's just a small battlefield, and such a battlefield is playing every day, but the losses like today's have not been seen in the third Legion for a long time. Although they were a group of orcs whose minds were full of feces, they were vulgar, without human civilization, the elegance of elves, the skills of dwarves, and But it was a group of living creatures, a group of the bravest fighters for defending the territory, for the tribe and Empire. "Salute to the dead comrades in arms!" The Griffin cavalry fell from the sky, and the paladin lydis made a knight's salute towards the distance. He had to hold back his grief and really wanted to fight with him, but reason told him that he could not do it, and the third army could not continue to wear down. Three thousand Griffin knights, eight thousand and a half horse hunters salute, and fifteen hundred elves Everyone did the highest etiquette from the race, but everyone's heart is more desperate. Heroic blood has been watered out by cold death. The unyielding struggle in the soul has been filled with despair. The soul yearning for freedom has been invaded by darkness. No hope! No tomorrow! No future! This is a doomed doomsday and will be the end of the world. The God of Dharma falls and the demigod dies. When order has been banned by chaos! When the light is covered with darkness! When everything will come to an end! Who can save us, who can lead us to fight "I'm not reconciled!" "The damned dead, the damned end." "Our world shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this!" The paladin lydis looks at the nightmare knight who has been rearranging and ready to charge. He roars in his heart. In his desperate heart, the cold blood seems to be ignited again. There is an inexplicable impulse in his soul, and an extremely vague figure emerges in his memory, but he can't remember who he is? "Roar! Howl! The soul of despair and fear will be so sweet. " "Man! How can we realize the greatness of death when we are humble and weak. " "Come on! Take off your armor, give up your weapons and throw yourself into the arms of death "Join us, lydis!" In the center of the nightmare cavalry, a group of shadows wriggle up and gradually grow larger in the void, showing an extremely ugly face, giving people a very terrible will to die.
