The sky was cloudless.
The moonlight falls on the earth like a veil.
From a visual point of view, it is no less than early morning, and if you use the color difference, you can see farther!
Therefore, Kant and the others all found a group of figures on the horizon far away. Although they couldn't see clearly, they were faint, like a team on the march.
And according to the judgment, it doesn't look like a tall creature like a wolf man.
Instead it's like...
Humanity!
How could there be humans in the depths of the Nalun Desert.
Kant expressed doubts about this.
But thinking about the so-called golden holy city, the so-called ancient survivors, and the so-called blood descendants of the gods, Kant felt a little relieved. After all, even those abyssal demons can survive ten thousand years. It is not impossible for the blood of God to survive.
The means of the gods are omnipotent in mythology. They can even reverse the sky and the earth. They are powerful creatures who master the rules of time. They can even create the earth and the environment, and their power is extremely terrifying.
This is unimaginable in the Dharma-ending era.
Still, caution is required.
Who knows that ten thousand years have passed, and the surviving gods will be enemies or friends.
Judging from the fact that the abyssal demons and the blood descendants of the gods I met didn't seem to put human beings in their eyes, even friends are not much better.
The former rich man would be friends with the slave who cleaned the toilet in his villa
joke!
"Get ready for battle."
Kant took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "Go and have a look first, if you can communicate, that's the best, if you can't communicate." A fierce light appeared in his eyes: "Then kill them!"
"Yes!" the knights replied.
"let's go!"
Kant tapped the horse's belly lightly and rode forward.
So what if it was the gods of the past, this is not the age of the gods.
Now that he has fallen and can be killed by conventional weapons, then choose to appoint honestly, otherwise Kant would not mind a massacre to maintain his rule, let these so-called gods see who is the master of this era .
At the very least, the Nalun Desert belongs to Kant!
"Something is wrong."
The mage apprentices reminded: "I always feel a bit cold in this chaotic element..." After a pause, they wrapped their leather clothes around their bodies, shook their heads and added: "Maybe we are too cold. It’s because of it, but I think it’s better to be careful.”
"Of course you have to be careful." Kant frowned and waved forward at the same time.
Thirty Swadian Royal Knights are in the front, followed by 20 Sarion Lion Knights.
Surrounded by Kant and the five mage apprentices, he accelerated the pace of the horses under his crotch, rushed towards the horizon, and tried to slow down the hooves of the horses under him to reduce the noise.
But just relying on the horseshoes of the group of war horses under their crotches, stepping heavily on the sand layer, the sound is not too low.
Even Ping Yuan couldn't hide his figure.
This is Kant's way of showing kindness.
At least compared to more than 50 heavy cavalry rushing over aggressively, it is as terrifying as a flood, such a gentle approach is more reassuring and trustworthy.
At the same time, it can show off its own force.
The distance is approaching.
Kant's expression was slightly dignified.
The advancing figures on the horizon acted as if they hadn’t seen them, nor had they heard any sound. It is extremely conspicuous under the moonlight, and it adds a bit of weirdness!
The galloping horses, not to mention the galloping of 55 horses, the sound is definitely not small.
Ordinary people can already hear it.
Nervous people may be able to ignore it, but no matter how bad they are, they have to turn their heads to look at the source of the sound, but instead of looking back, the figures in the queue in front of them are still walking forward, deep in the desert.
Just like a team of worshipers, yearning for the sacredness in their hearts.
"The situation is wrong!"
The mage apprentice beside Kant suddenly spoke.
Looking at the group of people getting closer and closer in front, he swallowed and spit, his voice trembling: "No, no, this feeling is extremely cold, it's coming from them, it's them!"
"What is it?" Kant frowned, and reprimanded in a deep voice: "Be careful!"
"Undead!"
The mage apprentices only had time to shout out the word.
And just ahead, the royal knights were getting closer and closer to that team.
A strange cold aura suddenly came, but the royal knight at the front seemed to have discovered something, and was particularly shocked. He reined in and shouted: "Stop advancing! The other party is not human!"
"Call—"
The slogan of reining in the reins and stopping the horses under the crotch came immediately.
But it's just ahead.
The long row that was originally densely packed and neatly formed seemed to be disturbed, and all of them suddenly stopped moving forward. The light yellow hoods and gowns shook slightly, and hundreds of people stood still in place.
Then he turned around, the swaying blue fire flickering in his eye sockets.
With hatred for the living, he opened his jaw with only bones left, and let out a silent roar!
"Undead!"
Kant also gritted his teeth.
His eyes widened, and everyone's eyes widened.
And the sorcerer apprentice kept saying, "That's the undead! They're already dead. It's their obsession that made them repeat what they did when they died. Now that they're resurrected, they can't be regarded as living things at all. They are no longer human beings!"
The words are almost incomplete, and the vocabulary is full of flaws.
Don't panic!
But everyone understood what the mage apprentice said.
The enemy in front of you is not human!
The light yellow hood and burqa are clearly the golden clothes that have been broken by the passage of time, and the pale bones inside can still be seen in the cracks at the edges.
There is also a faint blue flexible fire jumping happily in the eye sockets.
The entire skull looked extremely terrifying.
It's really like the resurgence of the skeleton, looking at Kant and the others blankly, the dark blue soul fire in the eye sockets began to burn more and more intensely, just like the emotions began to become more and more intense, bringing the living With hatred, he began to walk slowly, stretching out his hand and rushing towards this side!
Hundreds of people, hundreds of skeletons are stretching out their hands towards Kant and the others, moving their skeleton-like feet under the moonlight, moving slowly, as if they want to swallow any living thing alive!
This is the most essential hatred of the undead towards the living!
"Fix them!"
Kant directly pulled out the King's Sword from the sheath around his waist.
A golden stream of light erupted from the gold-plated decorations, and the breath of the king flowed instantly, making the surrounding coldness seem to be dispelled, and the frightened group of white skeletons stopped for a while.
"Positive energy dispels negative energy!"
The mage apprentices explained loudly.
Kant raised the corner of his mouth: "So they are afraid?"
Looking at the undead skeletons in front of them, they were timid and afraid to step forward, obviously afraid of the golden light of the King's Sword in his hand, Kant's face was instantly solemn, and he ordered in a deep voice: "Kill!"
"kill-"
The royal knights also roared.
The same arrogance as the sword of the king erupted all over the body, together with the horse, roaring forward!
The royal knights who have been canonized by the sword of the king, their talents and extraordinary divine power are originally the power of the king, and they are also a variant of positive energy. With the majesty of the emperor, they rushed into the group of hundreds of skeletons in an instant.
It's like going on a rampage!
"Clatter..."
The skeleton was continuously picked up by the spear, and then chopped into pieces by the long sword.
Even the golden light on the side of the war horse was more intense, and those skeletons seemed to have been greatly impacted. The faint blue soul fire in their eyes could not be maintained, and their entire bodies were scattered.
And the faint blue soul fire began to dissipate in the eye sockets.
Destroy Raku!
Just relying on those 30 Swadian royal knights, they easily slaughtered these hundreds of undead skeletons!
And the 20 Sarion Lion Knights surrounded Kant and the mage apprentices, clusters of blood-red lion-shaped arrogance formed around them, each with a cold face, holding a silver sword in their hands, carefully guarding the surroundings.
There was a nearby skeleton, and it was smashed into bones by the bloody light with just a simple sword strike.
"It's really weak."
Kant spoke with a calm tone.
The battlefield has been declared over in a short time.
All the skeletons scattered into pale bones, as if they had been scattered for tens of thousands of years, and even began to darken in color, turning into a gray and pale appearance.
"It's your knights who are too strong."
The mage apprentices complimented: "These are just low-level undead skeletons."
"Too strong? Yes."
Kant nodded, this sentence is also true.
Regardless of previous film and television works or game works, there are only skeleton-like undead, which are the lowest level of existence. They are not opponents of the strongest level 6 knights who have mastered extraordinary power.
In fact, according to his perception, even ordinary farmers can kill several skeletons with a long-handled sickle.
They are really, really weak.
Even if it is weak enough to form a numerical advantage, it cannot pose a threat.
"Keep going."
Kant looked up at the stars and the moon in the sky, and said in a deep voice, "Let's go!"
Horseshoes burst out behind him, and the knights immediately followed.
The appearance of these undead skeletons has turned Kant's bad feelings into reality. If there is no problem in the depths of the desert, then these undead skeletons will never appear.
After all, the expeditionary forces of the Gray Mane Kingdom had never found these skeletons a few months ago!
"That sandstorm."
Kant gritted his teeth.
In his heart, he had guessed the truth of the matter.
Just after that sandstorm, demons appeared in the ancient passage, and undead appeared in the depths of the Nalun Desert. If there was no connection, he would never believe it!
Taking a deep breath, Kant felt a little solemn in his heart.
But so what if it is an undead.
At least the 55 elites he brought this time, even thousands of similar undead skeletons can rampage, rushing a bloody path in these skeleton seas, this is the confidence of the elite troops!
But Kant still felt uneasy.
Looking at the depths of the desert ahead, he subconsciously grasped the reins: "What is there?"
(end of this chapter)