The lord is red again.

Chapter 516 Ambush
The undead rode on the undead, the undead dragged the undead, and the noisy and chaotic team filled the battlefield as soon as possible.

Goldclaw Quick looked at Scar.

"Where is that adult?"

He didn't think that this group of people could defeat the beast tide because they were too weak.

Only with the appearance of Lind can he use his absolute strength to buy everyone a brief respite. Otherwise, no matter how many helpers come, they will only fill the beast tide with bait, allowing the beast tide to eat more and then attack more vigorously.

"The Lord is watching this war. This level of petty fighting does not require his intervention."

Skar disagrees.

The undead may not be strong enough, but they are not afraid of death, are inexhaustible, and have huge numbers, making them very suitable for protracted wars.

The outcome of the bloody clash was decided immediately, and the number of undead people dropped sharply.

"This is just a senseless massacre." The fiery heart of Gold Claw Quick quickly cooled down.

He was ready to charge forward with weapon in hand, at least to prevent his helpers from dying meaninglessly in front of him.

"Are you not in a hurry at all? They don't know how to deal with the beast tide at all. They don't know the characteristics of the enemy they are facing. They are just rushing forward meaninglessly."

The powerful superiors don't care about the lives of their subordinates, but he believes that Scar is definitely not that kind of person.

However, the large number of deaths still made Gold Claw Quick feel heavy-hearted.

There were too many meaningless sacrifices. He watched with his own eyes as that group of people rushed forward foolishly, and then were burned to death by a breath of hot air.

From this position, one can see the beast tide advancing rapidly with black smoke and blood mist, as if the black and red flames of war are spreading wantonly. The situation cannot get any worse.

"Hit the key parts and destroy the joints!"

"I've released a tutorial, guys. I'll teach you how to kill monsters quickly!"

The sound of fast running footsteps, noisy shouts and discussions were heard. Gold Claw Quick turned around and looked back. The city gate where the Eternal Summer's Nest was located had been opened, and a group of people were rushing out frantically.

Some people thought the door was too small to squeeze out, so they chose to climb over the wall to run out, while others stepped on huge flying monsters and flew across the sky.

The space around him was filled with undead, and Goldclaw Quick felt like he was a tree standing still, watching them rush forward madly.

"Yo ho~"

"The big one is mine!"

They are still rushing forward.

"They are immortals. You should update your intelligence information." Scar pointed to his head and said, "This world is developing very fast."

"Undead? Them? That sounds terrible."

"You mean, like a curse?"

"No, I mean, we're in such a bad way, I envy them for not being able to die."

The fighting style of the undead in front has changed. One of the undead grasps the staff with both hands and raises it upwards. The magic shield protects him and forcibly blocks the swing of a wild beast's tail.

Although the magic shield was violently shattered immediately afterwards, and the undead in the shield turned into ashes, he successfully attracted the attention of the two beasts.

Afterwards, the other undead launched a crazy concentrated fire attack.

The magic fire began to burn, at one point burning the air to the point of lack of oxygen.

Goldclaw Quick wiped the blood from his cheek.

“I see hope for victory.”

The battle line was finally pulled back, and the stalemate continued with the undead bodies as a defense of flesh and blood, with their lives being exchanged for their own.

……

"Roar!"

Owen Qiangshou stepped on the back of a beast with his right foot and violently tore off its thigh. He grabbed the beast's thigh with both hands and swung it like a sledgehammer, smashing away all the enemies who tried to approach.

"Come on! Let's see who is the real beast!"

A wolf-like beast pounced and bit Owen on the shoulder, tearing his armor apart and tearing off a large piece of flesh with its barbed claws.

Owen raised his hand and punched the beast's eye socket, then grabbed the beast's upper jaw, lifted it up, and slammed it to the ground.

Not only did he not feel fear when he was on the verge of death, he didn't even feel any pain.

Grab it, smash it to the ground, grab it again and smash it again.

The loud banging sound continued.

However, more and more wild beasts pounced on him and surrounded him, and almost all the soldiers around him were killed.

"Brothers, we found a wild NPC!"

Someone's voice came from above my head.

"Damn, he's pretty handsome, but it's a pity that he's Mediterranean."

Owen Qiangshou looked up and found several figures riding strange flying mounts with swords raised high in their hands, as if they were gathering strength, but their expressions looked very relaxed, and they did not look like they were participating in a life-and-death battle.

The ones who spoke were not the warriors carrying the greatswords, but the mounts!
"Ace pilot, apply for combat!"

One by one, figures holding big swords jumped down.

boom!
The first man used the free fall and the weight of the chop to accurately land the giant sword on the beast's head, making its chin make intimate contact with the ground.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom——!!

They fell quickly, using the same method to launch offensive moves that Irving couldn't understand.

It's not that these methods are too powerful, nor that he can't learn them, but he can't understand this offensive method of giving up everything just to pursue a single blow.

Seeing them standing beside the beast's corpse, breathing heavily, holding their swords and losing all their fighting power, Owen had more and more doubts in his mind.

Who taught this warrior?

The next moment, the wild beasts that caught up with them wiped them all out with a sweep of their tails.

Owen the Strong Beast was breathing heavily and was about to launch another attack.

"Ahhh!"

The shouting came again, and even more than last time.

"Again?"

Owen greedily breathed in the air that smelled of animal blood. He had already discovered that this group of people was unusual.

"Undead."

He had also heard of the undead in the north, but it was not because of the strength of this group of people, but because of the ridiculous things they did.

No bottom line, no rules, no fear.

It turns out that when the number of undead reaches a certain scale, it will be more terrifying than a tide of beasts!
If their numbers could be even greater, would they surpass the beast tide and reach tens of millions? Even Grand Duke Hein would have a headache.

He gave up on continuing the attack. Since he had the undead to help him, there was no need for him to fight hard himself.

Leaving at the right time and never fighting without risking his life if possible is the way of survival for Owen Strong Beast. He will fight with all his might when he cannot survive, but as long as he has a chance to survive, he will definitely protect himself well.

Owen saw Gold Claw Quick, whose condition was as miserable as his own. He even had a broken arm, but fortunately it was not a fatal injury.

A boy nearby was installing a strange magic prosthesis on his body.

He asked, "Did you find help?"

“Have you ever heard of Linde Alman?”

It was Scar who spoke. His words forced Owen to turn his attention to the weaker guy.

“Never heard of it.”

"You will remember this after today."

Owen Qiangshou had no interest in continuing the conversation. He had never had a good attitude towards religious fanatics, and as far as he knew, the undead represented chaos.

Watching Owen leave, Goldclaw Quick said, "You should introduce the Black Knight. I think even if Owen is hiding in the north, he must have heard of the Black Knight."

"The Black Knight is just one of Lind Alman's identities."

"You look like a fanatic." Goldclaw Quick said jokingly, "You have a paranoid and crazy worship of him."

"What about you? Do you think we'll win?"

"I can only say it's difficult, maybe?"

Scar: "You are more of a fanatic than I am. I don't believe the undead can win this war. Their limit is to stop them here."

"Really?" Gold Claw Quick was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "You're right, I trust him far more than you do. I even believe that as long as he shows up, the enemy will be defeated."

The beast tide will never stop, at least not this time.

They attacked frantically, and even though their advance was barely halted by the undead, all their advantages were destroyed in the first moment when a giant beast appeared from behind, slowly moving its body like a mountain.

"We've had too many deaths."

“There is no retreat.”

It seemed that there was no other way except to ask Lind for help. When they found Lind, he was just holding a few pieces of magic ring fragments in a daze, as if he was thinking about the feasibility of something.

The cat at the feet caught the attention of Gold Claw and Owen. They saw similar creatures among the undead. Everyone had a cat by their side, and some even put skirts on their cats.

He has become stronger since the last time they met.

When your eyes fall on the other person, you can even feel a burning pain. The armor that seems like magma makes it impossible to control your body temperature when you get close to him, and even the blood flow is forced to speed up.

The irrepressible power of fire overflowed from Lind's body, and it was unknown how much powerful energy was suppressed under the armor.

Moreover, he seemed to be growing in size.

Is he really that tall? He must be as tall as a three-story building, and you have to look up to see him.

"My lord, the defense line can no longer be held, and those undeads can't hold on either. We must find a solution as soon as possible..."

"Ok, I know."

Linde took a step forward, and they noticed that there was a group of people following him.

No, it should be said that it is a group of... gods.

"I was thinking about not letting it get to this point."

He had a lot of plans, but they were all overturned with this war. The only good news was that the old man in the scroll was also here, and there was an undead spy passing messages to him.

One undead followed the old man in the scroll, and the other undead stood next to Lind.

Zero-delay tracking camera, hard to guard against.

"Unfortunately, there is no time now."

Lind's gaze crossed the battlefield, as if he saw the old man in the painting paddling on the battlefield. With his strength, it was not difficult for him to hide his identity and avoid being injured.

The other party was even more despicable than he thought.

A golden [!] appeared above his head again, and the undead following Lind immediately understood that this was the next serial task exclusive to the old man in the scroll.

"Help Lord Linde capture the old man with the scroll?"

If a group of you guys just rush at him, where can he run? No, he can indeed escape, but there is really no way for him to turn around and run into the Gravel Mountains.

"This is simple."

Just as the undead was conveying the mission content to his friend, Lind had already ordered the gods behind him to step into the battlefield.

Before the old man in the scroll is hit by the artillery, let them take over first. The Gravel Mountains are a good resource refresh point. Leaving them to the undead can not only satisfy their desire to fight and collect, but also meet Lind's needs for materials.

When magic ring fragments appear occasionally, they can be regarded as unexpected gains.

The team formed a wedge shape, with the Prince of Dual Swords leading the way. He held two swords in his hands, his eyes were cold, and he was ready to rush forward and start fighting.

Ana the Skinny Ghost was like a wild beast that had just been released from a cage, hunched over on the ground with saliva dripping from his mouth, eager to pierce the beast's body with his sharp claws. This was destined to be a war between two beasts.

"attack!"

……

The undead were suppressed.

No war advantage.

The endless tide of beasts made the undead vaguely recall the scene of their first battle with the abyss, and then they wondered whether their enemies felt the same when facing them.

The sense of substitution is very strong, and it's starting to get annoying.

Until that team of gods appeared on the scene, their charge was a bit like a mythological picture book, with the prince wielding a shining sword and the daughter of the night wielding great power, a fusion of powerful destructive power and epic beauty.

You don't have to grit your teeth until your veins pop out to show you're using all your strength.

A dancing attack is also possible.

The beast tide in the front was torn apart in an instant. The sword storm easily tore through the hard scales on the beast hides. The continuous hammering and chopping and the corpses that were swept up by the storm and spun in the air mixed into a tide of blood.

The beast tide knew no fear and continued to attack with fangs bared.

But the offense and defense switched, and now it was the beast tide that was being counterattacked.

"Go ahead and give his mother a lesson!"

The undead man standing next to the old man in the scroll raised his fist. He was quite cunning and stayed close to the old man in the scroll so he did not suffer any fatal injuries.

It's magical. The beast tide's attack is very fierce, but as long as he stays close to the NPC pretending to be undead, he can save his life, and he doesn't even know how he saved it.

I only remember that the battlefield was very chaotic, and I was always in a mess but managed to dodge every attack.

"There is a new task!" He suddenly looked at the old man in the scroll with surprise.

The old man in the painting did not doubt him and nodded along with him: "I saw it."

Actually, I didn’t see anything at all.

However, he had great confidence in his disguise, and the Undead Man's previous chatting style was just like that, so he couldn't find any problems at all.

"There's an occupation mission over there. We should build an outpost! Let's go over there first!"

Look at the direction the undead is pointing.

Although he was behind the gods, the old man in the painting still nodded.

No one can see through his disguise, this is his confidence.

The two men came over and stood behind the fighting gods.

The gods who were fighting suddenly stopped and turned around in unison.

"Can I have a line? Shoot at me..."

The attack fell on the old man in the scroll and the undead together.

(End of this chapter)