McGregor, the tall and strong Highland swordsman, was charging at the undead with his sword raised high.
Suddenly, a figure rushed out from beside him, and he was so scared that he almost raised his sword straight up to chop him down.
Looking closely, it turned out to be that "supporter".
"Your leader asked me to follow you." Ask said.
McGregor:
His mind was not as active as Eric's. Since the other party said so, he nodded subconsciously, accelerated his feet and rushed out, roaring:
"Charge! Kill!"
Then, Ask's figure easily passed him and rushed into the group of undead like a sharp knife.
McGregor: !!!
Shit, when I said charge, I meant for everyone to charge together, not for you to charge alone!
As we all know, a greatsword charge must be carried out in unison to achieve the highest efficiency. After all, a greatsword does not have as wide an attack range as a spear. If you rush into the enemy formation first and the two sides fail to catch up, you will have to deal with enemies in front, left, and right at the same time... The mortality rate in this situation is ridiculously high.
The Highland Swordsmen have fought each other countless times and have naturally developed a similar tacit understanding of charging. If their speed is too fast, when they see their comrades on the left and right are left behind, they will immediately adjust their pace to ensure that the collective attack is like a wave, hitting the enemy at the same time.
However, this guy was an outsider and certainly did not have the tacit understanding of the Highland Swordsmen. He was actually separated from the team in the first charge... McGregor swore on the life of his deceased great-grandfather that this guy would definitely die next.
Ask's figure disappeared in the group of ghouls, and the next second, blood splattered...
No, it's not fresh blood! It's the pale green blood of the ghouls!
Several broken limbs and arms were thrown high up, with sharp claws on them. Ask rushed into the enemy group and swung his spear around him quickly. The huge force broke all the surrounding ghouls in half, clearing a "safe area" with a radius of two meters.
Then, the spear in his hand disappeared, and was replaced by two huge shields.
The zombies that were swept away by the spears fell to the ground, and the armored skeleton soldiers behind them had already stretched out their arms and bent their bows, and the flames dancing in the eye sockets of their skulls locked Ask in death.
These armored skeleton soldiers were all equipped with bone bows and arrows. Their arm bones were reinforced by strange patterns, which seemed to have extremely strong hardness and toughness, so they could pull the bone bows to an extremely exaggerated degree.
The finger bones loosened, the bowstring sounded, and bone arrows shot forward like rain, making rapid and terrifying whistling sounds in the air.
What Ask took out with his conceptual weapon was a fine iron shield about two fingers thick. It could not withstand the barrage of bone arrows and was instantly shot into a honeycomb shape - it was obvious that these arrows were not ordinary bones.
"Retreat!" McGregor suddenly shouted with all his might.
The Highland Swordsmen turned around without hesitation, and ran madly towards the back.
They had realized with horror that these skeleton soldiers were not the low-level undead that only knew how to fight in close combat yesterday, but a new type of soldier with exaggerated long-range killing capabilities. Such bone arrows...even metal shields could not resist them, and every arrow shot into their bodies would surely leave a bloody hole.