Elven Reaper

Now it seems that the Morton family should have been completely wiped out, and the cavalry under them have also been transformed into undead creatures.

But even though they were transformed into undead creatures, the attack power of these undead cavalry would not be weakened at all. On the contrary, without the fetters of human emotions, these undead cavalry who are incapable of emotions are even more difficult to deal with.

The undead cavalry team has about a hundred riders. They are neatly arranged and expressionless. Their weapons and armor became rusty in a short time due to corrosion by the breath of death.

The rotten flesh was still falling off their faces. Some of the cavalrymen had their eyes hanging out of their sockets; some of the cavalrymen had their tongues falling out of their rotten jaws. Some of them had lost most of their flesh and blood, and their dark-white bones were exposed.

The same goes for the war horses under their crotches. Almost all the flesh and blood has rotted and withered. It seems that it won't be long before they will completely turn into skeleton cavalry.

This group of undead cavalry was neatly arranged and disciplined, and seemed a bit out of place in the frenzied wave of undead.

They finally marched to 400 meters of Akto's position, a distance enough for the cavalry to launch an attack.

Akto frowned, wondering why this group of undead cavalry felt more intimidating than when they were alive.

If there wasn't the control of the Necromancer behind this, it would really be a ghost.

This group of undead puppets were all mid-level warriors. They seemed to be the most powerful force in the Morton family.

A team of one hundred intermediate undead cavalry, Akto couldn't help but show a solemn look on his face.

As we all know, fighting alone is completely different from fighting with thousands of soldiers on the battlefield. No matter how strong a single unit is, facing the impact of thousands of troops, it will end in despair if it is not careful.

And no matter how weak they are, if they are gathered together, twisted into a rope, and charged, even high-level experts will not dare to ignore their edge.

As for the mid-level warrior, his strength was already strong, and now he was twisted into a rope. Even Akto did not dare to underestimate such an impact.

He didn't dare to lift himself up, so he lowered his body, flapped his wings, and fanned out flames, sweeping over a dozen low-level undead puppets.

Akto did not dare to let his army of light face the charge of this group of undead knights head-on, because no matter how well-trained the army of light was and how well the camp was coordinated, there would be a high probability of casualties under the powerful impact of the cavalry. .

Akto sent out several more horizontal sword lights in succession, clearing an open space in front of him.

Then, there was a flash of silver light on his hand, and an iron-gray army appeared in front of him.

White tiger level 6 skill, Destroying Charge

Skill description: Summon a cavalry made of white tiger gold energy to charge towards the enemy.

Active: Summons the Destruction Cavalry and charges the enemy. The number of destruction cavalry is five hundred.

The cavalry general inherits 11 of all attributes of the summoner.

Ordinary cavalry inherit 3 of all attributes of the summoner.

Passive: Enemies attacked by the Destruction Cavalry will have their defense reduced by 40.

Skill notes: This is an ancient general who was good at fighting and his five hundred cavalry. With this destructive iron cavalry, the general is unstoppable and invincible on the battlefield.

Now, he will be summoned to help you win the war.

Five hundred men's cavalry formed by the white tiger's golden energy appeared, majestic and neatly arrayed, standing out as an army of steel.

The cavalrymen and horses were all wearing armor and holding long and narrow sabers in their hands. The leading general wears a purple gold crown and iron armor, holds a Fangtian painted halberd, and has red eyes.

Five hundred cavalry stood quietly, with a fierce momentum, as if they were carrying mountains of swords and seas of fire. The cavalry seemed to be waiting for an order to attack.

And over there, the undead cavalry had already launched a charge. They held lances in their hands, trampling on the bodies of their kind, and rushed in like lightning.

charge

Akto gave the order, and the Destruction Cavalry immediately galloped away. The leading general held the Fangtian Painted Halberd in his hand, and with murderous intent, he took the lead and collided with the Undead Cavalry.

Akto squinted his eyes and looked at the two cavalrymen who were about to collide with each other.

In terms of numbers, of course there are more on our side, five hundred to one hundred. In terms of strength, his Destruction Cavalry inherits all the attributes of his own 3, and may not be much different from the Necromancer Cavalry.

A wave of charges should be able to take care of these undead cavalry.

Akto came to a conclusion.

The distance of four hundred meters passed by in a flash, and almost at the middle line of the distance of four hundred meters, the iron-gray golden air cavalry finally collided with the black-gray undead cavalry.

Wow

Following a real sound of physical collision, residual limbs, broken bones, armor, and weapons were flying around, and the iron-gray white tiger's golden energy was flickering on and off.

The two groups of cavalry were quick and agile, and passed each other as soon as they came into contact.

There are no more standing cavalry in the undead cavalry team. They have been completely dismantled, and the undead parts such as horse heads and human bodies have fallen to the ground.

On the other hand, the five hundred iron-gray cavalry formed by the white tiger's golden energy had only lost four or five, and the rest were still majestic.

This can be said to be a complete victory.

city ​​wall.

Emperor Ryan and Jerry held their hands on the wall and watched the scenes of resisting the undead army below the city.

Emperor Ryan smiled: "His Majesty the Pope, it seems that you have found a treasure. This Mr. Akto actually released five hundred puppet cavalry, and each one was built to the strength of an intermediate warrior. Look. You really have a rich family here."

Emperor Ryan was indeed telling the truth.

In the perception of many magicians, the devil has no subjective emotions and only listens to his own instructions. When fighting, he will be several levels stronger than ordinary warriors.

But while the advantages are great, it also has obvious disadvantages, that is, it is very expensive to build.

Someone has calculated that training a loyal warrior requires the warrior's clothing, food, housing, transportation, salary, as well as the most expensive armor and weapons. All these combined can be said to be extremely expensive.

But to create a golem of the same level as a warrior, it would cost five times as much money to train a warrior.

It can be said that any magician with a magic doll can be called a rich man.

Like Akto, if he reaches out his hand, he will see a cavalry army of five hundred cavalry, and they are all middle-level warriors.

In fact, it can be said that he is the richest among the rich, and the richest among the rich.

"The Holy See of Light has more wealth, do you want it, Your Majesty?" Jerry didn't even look at him, and retorted mercilessly.

Still dark.

Colorful and powerful magic, gorgeous fighting spirit slashes, and bright holy light smashed into the rolling wave of undead.

A more powerful skill attack will clear a vacuum area from the undead army, but then a steady stream of undead creatures will fill it.

Less powerful magic and fighting spirit attacks can't even make a small splash, let alone block the footsteps of undead creatures.