"Joson!"
"How can you—"
The young militiamen glared at their companions. The young man who was controlled by the corpse witch was even more pale, shivering, and his shame and fear made him hang his head deeply.
But he didn't want to die, did he.
Freya felt that her heart was about to stop, so she subconsciously drew her sword. But the corpse witch immediately dismissed her thoughts. The green light burst in its eyes. One of the young man’s arms burst like a balloon, and the blood splashed. He screamed, and the whole person fell on the ground and curled up into one. group.
"Oh, big sister, please help me!"
Joson was rolling on the ground like a blood man, wailing again and again.
This terrible scene caused several people to turn their heads and vomit. The ponytail girl's face turned white all of a sudden, she shook it and almost fell softly.
"Little human girl, you'd better not act rashly." The corpse witch warned her sharply, and its sharp gaze scanned everyone present.
But it immediately found that there were some militiamen, not worth mentioning, worms.
The green light in the corpse witch's eyes dimmed, a little disappointed. It was ordered to hunt down the whereabouts of the human scout that had escaped before, rather than being confused with these insects.
Freya's heart was blank, but she still endured waves of dizziness and tried to think about how to get rid of this situation. She still remembered that she was the leader of this group and could not show her weakness at will.
As for the girl next to Roman fainted for the first time, thanks to the merchant lady who supported her.
Sophie felt that Roman gripped his sleeve tightly with one hand, which was a kind of reliance and trust. Before, he also helped the girl militia captain with a long pony tail to prevent her from falling directly, but the latter's strength was beyond his expectation.
But in any case, he knew that the other party needed some comfort at this time, otherwise he might collapse psychologically first.
It is difficult for a girl living in a peaceful age to accept such a cold scene. Fortunately, Eruin is a war-torn country, and most young people here have this kind of consciousness.
"Freya." Sophie said weakly and slightly.
The girl was startled slightly, and immediately woke up. She took a breath and then calmed down a little bit with Sophie's help. Seeing her fingers on the hilt softened, Sophie couldn't help but nod in admiration.
Such performance can be regarded as excellent, and few ordinary people can calm down on the edge of life and death. Although he didn't know why he didn't seem to be nervous at all—as if he had gone through the test of crossing and later life and death, his mentality became as smooth as water.
But anyway, at least this is a good thing.
He continued to ask in an inaudible voice: "Remember what I said before, do you plan for the worst?"
Freya was stunned for a moment, and her back nodded slightly.
"Do you still have room to fight?"
"Yep-"
An imperceptible response.
Sophie was relieved now, he rubbed the ring of the cold wind with his thumb—the feeling in response told him that the charge was only half completed.
Three hours is too slow compared to charging once every ten minutes in the game. Fortunately, half of the energy is enough. Although it can't make a complete wind bomb, it's enough to make a strong wind.
Anyway, he has prepared for the worst, and there is no possibility of worse.
At the same time, the corpse witch finally confirmed that there were no other ambushes here. It didn't even look at the poor creature who was wailing at its feet, and lifted its arm with only dry bones:
"Soldiers, kill them all—"
As soon as the sharp, dry voice sounded, four skeleton soldiers holding sharp swords and wearing black heavy chain armor appeared in the forest. They emerged from the mist, their bodies made a creaking sound, and stepped towards Freya and the group. Approaching.
Maybe Freya's team members had the idea to counter these cold monsters earlier, but not now. The young people were full of confidence before, but at this moment they were already chilled by the cold blood of the enemy, and their remaining courage was also crushed by the approaching breath of death, unable to resist.
They can only retreat step by step with a pale face until they are dead. Perhaps out of the instinct of biological self-preservation, they hurriedly drew out the saber around their waist—but looking at that shrunken look, no one can guarantee how much combat power is really left. .
All that remained in the forest was the sound of inhaling one after another.
Looking at these pale-faced young people, the corpse witch couldn't help but let out a sneer from the leaking chin.
Green light flashed in its eyes, as if enjoying the pleasure brought by this fear.
Indeed, human fear is their greatest enemy, weak, short-lived, and easily used by useless feelings. In contrast, the undead have overcome all these shortcomings by nature, and each of them can be the best soldier, especially the lower-level undead-they don't even need to think, only blindly obey.
Compared to human beings, even the well-trained militiamen acted like a helpless child on the battlefield. Such a weak creature shouldn't exist in this world.
It could not help feeling a sense of disgust from the bottom of its heart: Yes, Madara will win—
But at this time, the corpse witch heard an extra voice: "—I hand it over to you." This was the voice of a young man, calm, calm, and full of confidence.
The corpse witch felt the fire of its own soul jump slightly, which was an ominous sign, and it immediately turned its head back vigilantly.
What reflected in its hollow vision was a shiny ring.
The ring was worn on the index finger of the severely wounded militiaman. It had never paid attention to that guy before—a half-dead human being. What's worth noting
Pretending to be seriously injured can deceive other people, but it must not deceive the undead. These cold-blooded monsters crawling out of the grave can look directly at the fire of life when they look at a creature, and the faint and dim fire of life on Sophie is absolutely impossible to disguise.
That was a seriously injured patient.
It seems so.
But the real threat comes from the ring on the opponent's hand, which is a magic ring. The green fireball in the corpse witch's eyes dimmed a little, and it could almost smell a deadly breath in the air gathering.
It recognizes this smell, one of its masters let it come into contact with some fakes when teaching it black magic, and the breath escaping from it shows that it is at least a magic ring with a level of 20.
How does an official wizard’s item appear in the hands of an ordinary person
The corpse witch couldn't help showing a look of horror and greed.
"Dead soldier, go get that thing—" it raised the bone staff and screamed.
"Oss—"
But Sophie raised her right hand and tried her best to spit out the byte—or more like squeezing out the remaining air in the lungs. When the young man fell back again, he couldn't help sweating profusely.
The space expanded a bit, and then shrank suddenly—
When the contraction erupted back to its original state again, the raging frantic airflow issued a scream that was enough to penetrate the eardrum of a person.
The wind stabs the corpse witch and its skeleton soldiers like straight arrows, even though they raise their dry arms to try to protect themselves, but the turbulence passes through their empty ribs and forms an air vortex that pulls them step by step. Tilted to the side.
There is no harm, but the containment effect is obvious enough.
"Freya!" Sophie shouted.
The girl drew out her long sword in response, with a clear metal tremor, and the long horse tail flew with the wind—
But what surprised Sophie was that the junior militia captain did not impulsively, but immediately turned around and scolded the others: "Markmi, Essen! What are you waiting for, Buche militia! The third team, follow me!"
Inspiring courage is sometimes like a signal. At the moment of life and death, a word or a hint can often make people burst into endless power.
But there must be one condition, and that is calmness.
One's calmness can affect more people, just like now. Under Freya's reminder, the young militias were slightly startled, but in the end they realized that this was the best chance and the only chance to survive.
The sudden gust of wind caused the skeleton soldiers and the corpse witch festival to retreat, and there was no time for him to take care of them for a while.
This discovery made the lads renewed their courage. In the sound of the long sword being unsheathed, the tactical qualities that they had trained in ordinary days seemed to have returned to their bodies at this moment.
"Macmi, cover me."
"Damn monster, now it's your turn..."
"Kill the dark wizard first!"
"That's a corpse witch."
"Little Phoenix, come behind me."
They began to try to fight back.
But Sophie looked at the chaotic scene with some worry. He was afraid that these guys would ruin the situation with an impulse, so he couldn't help but calmly reminded: "Remember to be calm, everyone! You can only fight if you calm down! "
In the sword of amber, he has seen many novices froze, just like these young men.
Passionate blood is a good thing, but it shouldn't be dizzy.
He had to recite the combat regulations of the militia in a deep voice, which was memorized by everyone present, but not many people could recall these boring and precious experiences at the moment of the battle.
I have to say that Brando is an outlier.
Sophie has all the memories of the young man's last battle. As a recruit, the other party's performance could not be better. Even as a senior warrior, he has to say that Brando is indeed a young man with unusual talent in swordsmanship-the only pity is that he encountered a wrong battle at the wrong time.
On the other side, under Sophie's reminder, the boys really calmed down. But this is not enough. Sophie knows that these guys still need to take a little advantage to strengthen their confidence, otherwise the morale built up in a short period of time will easily collapse.
The wind has become weaker.
Skeleton soldiers shook their rustling chain armor and prepared to fight back. They tried to find balance, but the voice of Sophie over there had instructed the Bucher militia to change their tactics:
"Listen well, these low-level soldiers of Madara lack intelligence and move slowly. Turning around is their biggest weakness. Try to move to the left in the direction of their swords. There is a blind spot where you can attack safely..."
"Makmi, you are going to attack Essen from left to right. Do you know how to cover? Yes, to attract the attention of that bone frame, that's it."
Sophie was lying halfway on a rock, staring at the situation on the battlefield, while pointing out what the opponent should do next. There seems to be a special kind of magic in his language that makes people unconvinced-this is what we call self-confidence, calm, calm, and let people subconsciously rely on when they are at a loss.
But Buche's militia soon tasted the sweetness. First, Ike, on his reminder, cut the shin bone of a skeleton soldier with a sword at the expense of a sword in his thigh, and then his partner, the little Phoenix, ran up and pierced the skull of the bone frame with a sword. .
The moment the long sword pierced the skull, the icy monster fell apart with a clatter, and the soul fire in its eye sockets flashed slightly, and soon dimmed.
A little golden light flew out of the broken bones, and then sank into Sophie's chest not far away.
Sophie was taken aback. Unlike the last time, this time he clearly felt the abnormal-experience value. He suddenly realized this. But before he could verify this, he heard the young militiamen who had defeated the enemy yelling in excitement.
"Oh my God, I did it!" Ike almost couldn't believe it. He held down his bleeding wound and yelled, "Brando, how do you know this?"
Sophie smiled slightly. These experiences are all summed up by him in the game with his partners. Even the most insignificant one is full of profound lessons, because they are all precious forged through thousands of battles and deaths. Cognition.
For example, Brando had learned some similar knowledge in militia training, but it seemed too superficial to Sophie, too superficial. If that knowledge can increase his combat effectiveness by 10% when facing a skeleton soldier, then his own should be increased by half or even higher.
From 375 to the Second Age, the experience of fighting Madara for many years has made Sophie feel at the opponent down to the lowest level of skeleton soldiers, up to the highest level of lich, bone dragon and even vampire lord. Palm.
If we only talk about the understanding of this dark country, I am afraid that few people can compare to him now. After all, before the first Black Rose War, the relationship between Madara and the light world has not risen to the level of tension afterwards.
Frictions and conflicts are not so frequent—
Of course, these experiences are also one of Sufi's most proud things in this world. Relying on his familiarity with the world, he is sure to continue walking, step by step back to the height he once was.
But now I have to finish the work at my side. I don't know if the gust of wind that caused it has attracted other attention. For the sake of safety, a quick decision must be made.
Thinking of this, his eyes fell on the corpse witch.
This is a tricky enemy.