As a knight who is determined to run around and win countless glory on the battlefield, no matter whether it is good or bad, right or wrong, reckless or cautious, whether he is on the front line of the battlefield or thousands of miles away, let thousands of troops launch a charge. Crush the enemy's defenses with overwhelming force, and crazily take away their lives like harvesting straw when the enemies are captured by fear and flee. For a knight, that is the pinnacle of his glory!
Death Lord Ingham can no longer feel the glory. For an undead, it is already too ethereal.
A long time has passed since he was transformed into an undead. Now, Ingham can no longer remember much of his life. The only thing that remains in the soul whose memory is gradually broken and lost is the desire to fight. Every day When wielding a battle ax to chop off the enemy's head, whenever I watch the Skeleton Cavalry and Dark Knights charging from a distance, stepping into the enemy's formation with a devastating force and harvesting the enemy's life like the god of death, my broken soul and obsession It seems that I have gained another trace of satisfaction!
That’s right! I am eager to fight!
Ingelham, who was riding on a skeletal horse, let out a hoarse roar. The red eyes that shone with an ominous color hidden under his helmet became deeper, and the double-edged battle ax in his hand was swung like a violent storm. Any enemy who dares to stand in the way and is caught in this metal storm will be torn to pieces. Whether it is a bloodthirsty Og barbarian or a tall and brutal ogre, no one can stop it under Ingham's battle ax. For a moment, even if a huge violent beast stood in front of the Death Lord, its ending would be to be completely swallowed by death.
"This is the sixth one today~ Crush them and leave no one alive!"
The four slender beasts that were more like some kind of arthropods than humans were blocking Ingham's body. They were quickly chopped into several pieces. The following Dark Knights quickly understood what was going on. The violent beast that struggled in the end did not die. Holding the battle ax Ingham drove the horse and charged crazily in the enemy formation of the Og barbarians. Wherever it went, it would stir up patches of rich blood, accompanying them. The dark knights around Ingham seemed to have been ignited by their master, whose gradually fading fighting passion was ignited. The dark knights were frantically waving weapons that were beyond the reach of humans and even the Og barbarians could not hold. While slashing, he chanted old and unfamiliar ominous words, causing both death and curse to fall on the enemy's head.
This army that broke into the depths of the enemy's formation was not fighting alone. Those Og barbarians who were killed quickly stood up again under the influence of the power of the Death Lord, although they were not as agile as the undead that were killed and resurrected by the Scourge Legion. Powerful, but these resurrected Og barbarian zombies successfully brought chaos to the surrounding enemy forces, giving Ingelham and his nearly a hundred knights enough room to maneuver.
With its powerful strength and the undead nature of never getting tired, Ingham slaughtered like a killing machine like crazy. Even the low-minded, savage and bloodthirsty Og barbarians began to feel fear. In the eyes of these savage sub-humans, , the undead in front of me is probably no different from the most terrifying demon in hell.
"Lord Ingham's charge was too deep into the enemy's formation!" Sanlvard, the former dark warrior and now the death knight who was in charge of commanding at the rear of the army, stopped his horse and looked at the death lord who had broken into the Og barbarian enemy's formation. , the opponent's spirit seems to have been completely occupied by the battle, and even the shouts in the psychic network have been left behind.
The death knight Ganelon, who was wearing heavy black armor, came to Sanlwald and asked, "Do you need some support?"
"...Although Mr. Ingham is a little reckless, there is still no problem if the power of the dead lord wants to break through the encirclement of the Og barbarians." After thinking about it, Sanlwald decided as a commander: "Let The acolytes behind are ready for the plague, and our main task is to convert as many Og barbarians as possible into undead.”
"Understood."
The former Aquamarine Knight of the Kingdom of Ballyka, now the Death Knight Commander of the Scourge Legion, nodded silently. His former glory and responsibility had long since disappeared, replaced by endless loyalty to the Lich King Arthas.
The tactics are used very properly, or this is all thanks to the stupid Og barbarians who have no tactics. These savage and cruel creatures with low IQ can only be clever when facing a small number of enemies when they are alone, and they can use traps and traps. Ambush to sneak attack the enemy, but in this kind of large-scale swarm war, the pathetic IQ of the Og barbarians is obviously not enough.
They don't know how to arrange their troops and how to use tactics. Even the only tactic that involves flanking will turn into a situation where they fight independently because of no follow-up cooperation. Then they will be divided and surrounded in turn and eventually wiped out. Lose. Sanlvald knew very well that his command was not very clever, it was just that the Og barbarians were stupider. The main reason why they harmed the mainland in the past seemed to be their physique that was slightly superior to humans and their savage bloodthirsty and fear of death. Nature and huge numbers, when these advantages are completely offset or even surpassed by the undead army, these savage creatures will only appear in this one-sided situation of being suppressed.
"Have you forgotten too much?" Sanlvald muttered to himself as he looked at the battle situation map formed by magic.
After being awakened from death by the Necromancer, Sanlward knew that he had lost many memories of his life. The only thing he vaguely remembered was that he had been a knight who died in the final battle of the empire that ended at dusk. A lot of memories, including experiences, from my previous life have been forgotten, and during the period when I became an undead, my soul, which was empty and unsupported by obsessions, accelerated its collapse. Every day I could feel that my memory was being lost bit by bit, and my feelings were being lost. It gradually became weaker, and it was only today, after accepting the transformation of the Lich King Arthas, that I realized that my collapsed soul seemed to have stopped.
The most terrifying thing for the undead is the constant collapse of their souls. According to the research of the great sage undead mentor Kermotniel Aesolos, the collapse of the body will make the soul exposed in the main material plane Irreversibly inspired by the sea of souls and gradually worn away, even a powerful lich who saves his soul in a phylactery and completely soulizes it cannot violate the rules of this world unless he can reappear the undead master Kemotnir to complete the soul entity. A great feat of transformation, otherwise sooner or later the undead will end up killing himself and returning to the sea of souls due to the loss of emotions and desires, and finally the desire for survival will be shattered.
My feelings are no longer weak, and my feelings are no longer lost. Could it be that I have achieved the materialization of my soul and am no longer inspired by the sea of souls?
Sanlward did not inform his compatriots from the Island of the Dead in Esolos about this discovery, because even he was not sure whether he had reached the level of soul materialization, because according to the literature, once the soul materialization is completed, the undead will While maintaining the undead characteristics and super resilience of the undead, they should be able to return to the posture of the living and feel the warmth of the sun and the fragrance of food again!
But he is still an undead, and except for his soul that no longer collapses, other aspects remain the same!
It is better to keep the secret for the time being before it is determined. After all, he is now loyal to the great Lich King Arthas, and the matter of the Island of the Dead has become a thing of the past.
Sanlvald secretly decided to continue to keep the secret, and prepared to mobilize the hateful trolls to continue to compress the scope of the Og Barbarians' activities, which made it easier for the siege troops to launch the plague into the dense areas where the Og Barbarians were active, and to kill all the Og Barbarians in one go. Transformed into a part of the undead army.
At this time, a rare urgent report from the death knights suddenly came from the telecom. Even before Sanlvaad answered, he saw the ominous black and red flames rising from the battlefield. If the undead are the embodiment of rich death, then The smell oozing out of this flame is the rich smell of blood!
Fighting, fighting, war, and killing seem to encompass the most primitive violent nature of all species in the world, just like the history of blood donation recorded by a ruthless butcher.
This is definitely not the breath of the Og barbarians, but a more ancient and ominous breath. It sounds very similar to the violent beasts transformed by the Og barbarians through sorcery...
Could it be... the devil!
The soul fire burning in Sanlvald's eyes suddenly shone. It was a semi-open secret that the Og barbarians had demon support behind them. It was very likely that the demons in hell intervened in this war between the Scourge and the undead. Judging from the position where the flames rose, the troops of Death Lord Ingham were the first to bear the brunt.
"Let all the soldiers press forward with all their strength. How are the preparations for the plague projection device at the back?"
"It's ready immediately and on its way to be transported."
To deal with the Og barbarians, Sanlvald believes that the Death Lord will have no problem dealing with some Og barbarians, even violent beasts, but it is really difficult to deal with demons that should only exist in myths and stories, let alone Even the powerful Death Lord may not be able to bear it if Ingelham is already charging into the center of the enemy formation. Once he is entangled by demons and swarmed by Og barbarians, even the powerful Death Lord may not be able to bear it.
The appearance of the demon made the undead in the rear feel the strong bloody aura, and Ingham and the dark knights under his command, who were born on the front line, faced the malice from the twisted void for the first time!
The blood-red flames burned out of thin air as if they were alive. The bodies of those Og barbarians who were unfortunate enough to be caught in the flames instantly turned into ashes, as if they were integrated with the flames. A low groan that made one's teeth feel sour erupted from the flames. After the news came out from behind the door, two beasts as big as elephants rushed out of the flame door.
It has the appearance of a hound but has two heads with scarlet fangs. The joints of the body are covered with spikes and barbs. The body is burning with flames and has a strong smell of sulfur. There is a layer of scales on the body. The black metal-like armor was unknown whether it was installed later or whether the demon itself grew out of the body.
A hound from the Twisting Nether that is ravenous for flesh and blood!
Ingham looked at the Og barbarians who were running away because of the arrival of the hell hounds and sneered. The Death Lord raised his battle axe, and the Dark Knights and Skeleton Cavalry suddenly dispersed into triangular formations as if they had received a signal. .
"very good!"
Ingham moved the joints of his hands and said in a hoarse voice: "Let me see how strong the legendary demon in the abyss is!" (~^~)