Kant reined in his horse, and stretched out his hand to signal to stop advancing.
The knights looked impressive.
The thick fog billowed in front of him, and the gray-black appearance was like black smoke from a factory chimney.
And in the sky, the dark clouds covered the sky, the faint breeze blew, and the entire cloud layer moved slowly. Accompanied by the faint howls that appeared in the ears from time to time, it really gave people a feeling of... the haunted world of the underworld!
It was as if a bone-piercing chill came with the wind, and the ground was frozen as hard as a winter icy lake.
The horse under his crotch planed the ground.
The horseshoe made of fine steel can only plan layers of white marks.
"The sky of death..."
The mage apprentices spoke with an unconcealable tremor in their tone.
At that time, those thick fogs were just a trivial matter, but the black fog and dark clouds now are the real death canopy, which is suitable for the survival of the undead, and can cause ordinary people to produce diseases and various negative BUFFs in a terrifying range of state!
They had just discussed this terrifying undead spell before.
But now it happened.
Kant held the rein tightly: "The world is really impermanent."
"The negative energy inside is very strong. It has the power of hatred of the undead towards the living, and even various plague toxins. If you don't have the power to resist, you will be infected with various diseases in a short time."
The mage apprentice warned: "Maybe the spirit will also be infected by the death screen and become an undead zombie or a skeleton."
"Hmph." The knights looked stern: "They have defiled Lord Kant's territory."
The Nalun Desert is Kant's territory.
Now there are evil undead, that is aggression, it is defilement!
Holding the weapons in their hands tightly, all the knights are eager to try. Even if they know that the evil ahead will be a horror that can kill people, they still have no fear. This is the embodiment of the spirit of being a knight.
But definitely not reckless.
Turning to look at Kant, the knights were all waiting.
But Kant was also waiting.
"Camp in place."
Kant raised his hand and signaled the surrounding knights to dismount: "We'll wait for dawn!"
"Yes!" The knights responded.
This is the best way.
If you rush into the death screen rashly, who knows what you will encounter.
Rather than passively entering, it is better to wait until dawn, when the sunlight will dispel the thick fog and dark clouds.
The knights quickly set up their tents.
Surrounded in a circle, guarding Kant's tent in the middle.
But even in the Anza camp, it is actually just a simple rest and eating. A little bonfire is lit, and the water in the iron pot is boiled, so that everyone can drink some hot water to warm their bodies, so as to avoid the extreme cold and freeze their hands and feet. .
Even war horses need some hot water to relieve the cold.
It's really very cold here!
Just seeing that the sand layer under him has been frozen, and the whole is as indestructible as a plate, you know that if you don't have extraordinary power to protect your body, just relying on the body of an ordinary person, you will have suffered serious trauma due to the cold air eroding your inner abdomen. .
The elderly and children are estimated to be frozen to death on the side of the road after walking for a few hours!
"Damn it."
Kant exhaled the white mist, his eyes full of solemnity.
Their sleep is very simple. They are roasted on the ground with a bonfire, and then sleep on a leather mat around the bonfire. Everyone will wake up from the cold in the middle of their sleep. Only by letting the extraordinary power in the body run can they feel warm.
Even Kant is the same.
Holding the King's Sword in his arms, he couldn't sleep well, just closed his eyes and rested in a daze.
"My lord."
But right next to him, someone pushed and shoved gently.
Kant woke up immediately.
Beside him was a sorcerer apprentice, his immature face was blue from the cold, and he said to Kant tremblingly: "Now...it is dawn, but there is a little problem..."
"What?" Kant frowned.
"The sky of death has expanded..." the mage apprentice was still trembling.
"What expands."
Kant hadn't reacted in his mind yet.
But in an instant, his drowsy head suddenly woke up, and he turned his head and lifted the curtain of the tent. It was pitch black outside, and the gray fog and thick dark clouds in the sky made his complexion ugly.
"The sky of death!" Kant gritted his teeth.
"Yes, that is, the sky of death has expanded, and it has become very large now."
The mage apprentice said helplessly: "Just at dawn, the death sky began to expand in an instant, swallowing us in it." Extraordinary power can protect our surroundings, so that we will not be affected by the negative energy and various negative states contained in the death sky."
Kant turned his head, only to find that his King's Sword and the surrounding royal knights were all emitting golden light, which just formed a defense around the camp, so that the thick gray-black mist was repelled to the side.
The knights were already guarding with their swords, and several bonfires released reluctant heat.
Kant's face was gloomy.
"The situation is a bit urgent."
He said in a low voice.
"Yes." The mage apprentices nodded with impressive expressions.
The dense death sky around them is no longer something they can compare and comment on.
Even if a mage is here, he can barely protect himself, unless there is an archmage who studies spells intensively, he can have a little surplus in this terrifying death scene, because they all know what this means.
In the world of Zhanfeng, there are often several liches and even more terrifying undead creatures in such a large-scale death screen.
There are also a large number of low-level skeleton soldiers.
The undead tribe originally used the crowd tactics to win.
Any living person will declare their defeat in vain in front of the seemingly endless ocean of the dead.
In such a death scene, no one knows how many undead skeletons will be encountered inside, let alone how powerful undead creatures will be encountered, but judging from the size of a team of hundreds of people, the number is absolutely Not a lot!
If you are entangled and let stronger undead come, it will be really troublesome.
"let's go!"
Without further ado, Kant immediately issued an order.
The camp quickly packed away.
The knights moved very quickly.
But when the tents were all put away, ready to leave at any time, the thick fog rolled over, just like dark clouds began to spread outward, and even the suppressed golden light around Kant shrank a lot inward.
Only when everyone gathered together could they barely resist the thicker and thicker black-gray fog!
"there's noise!"
The knights reminded in deep voices.
"Be careful!" The knights in the north said, "It's not fast, it seems to be infantry, approaching us!"
They all have rich battlefield experience.
It's even easier to listen to the voice to argue, even if there is a faint howl in the wind.
Kant squinted.
In the dense fog just to the north, the line of sight can probably see a range of 30 meters.
A "click" sound appears.
With the sound of footsteps, one by one, the black shadows broke through the thick fog and walked out.
He seems to be holding a halberd and wearing light yellow armor. He walks step by step in an orderly and rhythmic manner, as if everyone's steps are the same, no, they walk in the same way.
"Elite troops." This idea appeared in Kant's mind.
In the era of cold weapons, those who can walk such a neat pace can be called elites.
This stands for discipline.
Represents synergy.
In fact, even the arms of Calradia could not form such a uniform pace.
Except for those level 5 Swadian sergeants and Rhodok sergeants, these discipline-focused kingdoms will be specially trained, and the infantry power, the Nord Kingdom, and even the sixth-level Nord royal guards cannot form such a neat army. pace.
Although it does not represent combat effectiveness, it can represent the discipline and resilience of the troops.
This is an elite team that can withstand the enemy's attack!
"enemy!"
But the mage apprentices cried out in shock.
Their voices were hurried, and they loudly reminded Kant and the royal knights and lion knights next to him: "It's the skeleton warrior, the basic combat unit of the undead clan!"
Kant frowned, and all the knights looked at the troops coming out of the thick fog ahead.
The pale yellow armor seemed to be chain armor mixed with gold.
The long halberds in his hands were all gilded, and the pointed axes and halberds were terrifying weapons made of fine steel.
However, this is not the case.
The chain armor made of gold has long been tattered, like rags, casually draped on the skeleton body, under the rusted pointed helmet, the faint blue soul fire burning in the eye sockets of the bones, bringing with hatred for the living.
The halberd, which looked like a work of art, was also rusted and cracked.
Even the front ends of some halberds have been broken, leaving only half of the long sticks.
"Skeleton warrior?"
Kant snorted slightly.
Turning his head to look at the knights who had gathered beside him, all ready, he shouted: "Kill them!"
"kill!"
The knights shouted.
The horse under the crotch accelerated instantly.
Covered in golden light, 30 Swadian royal knights rushed straight towards the skeleton warriors in the gray-black thick fog as if they were fearless.
Dozens of skeleton warriors holding halberds were wiped out in an instant.
But Kant and the others haven't let up.
In the thick gray-black fog, the "click" sound became more and more loud.
Let everyone's faces tighten up again, holding weapons tightly in their hands, looking at each other one by one, and then staring at the darkness ahead, because there are enemies appearing there again!
And the number of appearances is increasing!
"Prepare to retreat!"
Kant gritted his teeth, but didn't intend to go any further.
If you continue to go deeper, God knows how many terrifying skeletons of the undead will be encountered.
He may not be afraid of these skeletons, but he must not ignore the unknown number and the specific strength of the enemies that he does not know.
Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win a hundred battles.
"Om—"
But just when Kant was about to retreat, a ray of golden light suddenly appeared in the sky.
The dark clouds all over the sky dissipated randomly like breaking ice, and the gray-black thick fog kept receding and shrinking. Together with the terrifying "click" sound, they all began to disappear in the receding and shrinking thick fog.
In less than half an hour, the dark clouds and thick fog dispersed.
Kant looked up in astonishment.
In the center of the top of the head, the scorching sun was scorching, releasing a terrifying temperature.
It is noon.
PS: I recommend "Starting with an Archangel". Wang Daliang is a senior who is about to graduate, and his biggest hobby is playing various games. But when he was about to leave the campus, on a hot summer night when he was bitten by mosquitoes, he suddenly discovered a big secret of his roommate and gay friend. He was reborn...
(end of this chapter)