The lord is red again.

Chapter 565 The oriole is behind
"I knew it would be like this. Sometimes the undead you can rely on are on the opposite side, which is also a headache."

Linde suddenly paused, but no one knew why.

Under the helmet, his eyes seemed to be looking at some empty space, and he was quickly searching and browsing something on it.

"Do you really want to catch me and make me suffer?"

He looked around, even turning his main enemy into thin air and ignoring him.

"There are still too many enemies. After this battle, they will all be old, weak, sick and disabled."

He took a deep breath, calculated quickly in his mind, and finally found that the success rate of the calculated result was quite high, at least higher than the undead people under Archduke Hein who rushed out now and were wiped out in a wave.

The situation was so bad that when Lind and others were doing their best to snatch the Mechanicus believers and eliminate the dwarves, the undead under Grand Duke Hein also arrived.

Linde doesn't need to go out, but everyone on his side must go out.

Because it's time to kill as many people as possible, with the highest and fastest efficiency.

Lind stepped on the exploding ground, and the ground began to bulge upwards like a volcanic eruption.

His extinguished armor still retained its dark red color in the heat, like a coal waiting for a handful of firewood to burn again.

The high temperature made him very calm and his energy was endless. As long as the flame did not go out, he could keep fighting like this.

But this was not the case for the dwarf war god. The high temperature disturbed the air, causing Lind's body to twist constantly in his sight.

The flames danced behind Lind, gathered together, and then turned into a pair of flaming wings that covered the sky and the sun.

He raised his altitude and rushed upward.

The huge space of the Dwarf Fortress provided him with enough room to move around.

How big are the wings to allow such a huge body to fly? The answer is that it covers the sky and the sun. Looking up, it seems that the sky is completely covered by the flaming wings.

"Isn't this Yan Yi?"

I chopped down an enemy undead. My ring will not lose. I looked at the figure in the sky in surprise.

In a recent study, they found that the previous assumption was not valid.

The so-called assumption is that NPC's skills are more powerful and cooler than those of the undead.

This is a little trick to balance the undead and NPCs, but there seems to be no balance in this game. The mage always has the highest output and is always the favorite son. The number of undead is unbalanced, and the human wave tactics are used to kill bosses that cannot be dealt with in this stage at will, and he will not be stopped.

Maybe it’s in pursuit of truth.

But when he saw Lind flying in the sky with his huge flaming wings spread out, he couldn't help but have doubts.

It seems that the skills that I and others have learned are still castrated versions.

He was like an intruding sun.

"withdraw!"

If Lind fell from the sky at this time, I couldn't imagine how wide the impact would be.

Is Lind crazy? Otherwise, why would he attack indiscriminately?

A large number of dwarf soldiers rushed into the battlefield, looking up at the dazzling figure in the sky.

They quickly used every kind of magic they had at their disposal, piling up shields, armor, rocks, whatever, trying to block the boundless horrific attack.

Sparks flickered in the dwarf war god's eyes.

As a "lucky man" who also received the power of aliens, he realized the gap between himself and Lind, and neither of them regarded that power as their own reliance.

That was the power of bewitching, and accepting that power was an accident, but while they were wary, they also believed that they should eliminate other people who possessed this power as much as possible.

They are mortal enemies when they meet, and both trust each other's judgment.

“Roar——!” The dwarf war god roared with his head raised, his armor shattered, and his body slowly grew bigger, becoming stronger and bigger.

His skin was blood red, his eyes were completely filled with red light, and even his face and neck were covered with blue veins. His violently beating heart was quickly sending blood to every part of his body, making his blood vessels look like rapidly twitching and wriggling snakes.

The collision of forces between heaven and earth is about to happen, and everything may be buried here.

A strong fortress could not possibly protect the interior.

Lind floated in the sky, feeling the excitement and frenzy of the power of fire surging into his body.

The blessing props on his body began to take effect one by one.

It was like a drop of ink was dripped into Lind's blood. In an instant, the dazzling "angel" that covered the sky and the sun turned dark, and the dark flames burned wildly, swallowing the light.

It suddenly became dark, making people feel helpless.

"I master the power of fire, even my heart turns into fire," Lind said, looking at the roaring figure below. "Whether it's the Molten Knight or the Master of the Furnace, at this moment, I am fire."

His black flame wings trembled, and he could even feel the black flame's unclean holy grail trembling and shouting excitedly. Rather than trying his best, Lind would rather call his action this an energy explosion.

Although he did not continue to swallow potions to gain more power of the Knight Path, every time he conquered a god recently, he would ask the other party to leave a coat of arms for him.

The NPCs didn't understand, but Lind saw a lot from the undead's perspective.

These forces are intertwined, circulating in specific ways, and amplifying each other. Only the enemy who bears the brunt of the impact knows what effect will be produced when the final output is output.

The operation of power is complicated. When you have more and more power, you have to rack your brains just to organize their order and consider every change.

Fortunately, more than 20 kinds of emblems are still within the acceptable range for the time being.

Lind swooped down, and the entire "sky" collapsed completely as he fell.

You can see a dwarf soldier jumping high. The madness and fear in his mind made him make a very unwise choice. Although he might not survive if he escaped, his current situation also told others what would happen if they rashly touched the black flame.

Everyone could see that his body suddenly became limp and his eyes were blank, which was a sign of a defeated soul. Then came the flames, which spread to his teammates behind him.

Colorful lights splashed, like plague flames that would burn wildly at the touch of a finger. The bodies of the people who were ignited began to burn with black flames, and then entered a state of soul defeat.

A team disappeared just like that, but no one cared about it anymore, because the darkness completely suppressed and destroyed everything.

Lind transformed into a giant war god and swooped down to kill the dwarf war god. He had injured the opponent before and now was a good opportunity. The huge and heavy body did not restrict Lind's movements. After getting used to this power, he felt more refreshed.

The dark flames surged, yet silently.

However, a thunder-like roar broke the silence. The Dwarf God of War was still roaring, but the aura on his body had become completely cold.

There is only one winner, a giant in armor, with black flames burning under his feet. Perhaps from today to a long time later, no one will want to recall this scene again, especially as the one who was slaughtered.

The number of undead casualties began to increase rapidly in the middle and late stages. Protecting every Mechanicus believer became their top priority. Even the fragile wizards chose to sacrifice themselves at the first opportunity and use their bodies to help block the fatal blow.

Under this enthusiastic escort, the confused Iron Lumps finally left the Dwarf Fortress. They had no idea why this battle had started, nor did they understand why their lives were so important. But, being alive is always good.

"Don't be afraid, buddy. You'll be fine as long as I'm here." An ugly undead with emerald green hair was talking to the iron lump of the Mechanicus.

Fortunately, Tiegeda had seen stranger things than this, otherwise he would have suspected that he had fallen into the clutches of some more terrifying evil god and became its captive.

They were not very confident, but these weirdos were so enthusiastic.

"Do you want to eat? Do you want to drink water? Forget that you are iron lumps. What do you eat? I have ores, energy stones, and animal teeth here."

The mechanical believers looked at the things stuffed into their hands, looked around, and found that everyone was similar, with their hands stuffed with things, which made it difficult for them to walk.

The mechanical heart was suddenly filled with warmth. Who said that a lump of iron couldn't feel the temperature? This was a magical world and they felt full of love.

What a nice bunch of people.

……

"Report, a large number of undead have been found!"

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As the temporary leader of the retreat maintenance team and one of the candidates for the legion commander, the Deep Angel was flying in the sky. His title of "Angel" had just been taken away by Lind.

"Immortal?" The Angel of Darkness was surprised. He didn't feel anything.

"We are still at most half a day away, maybe even faster."

A heroic-level undead moves quickly for a long time... Doesn't that mean the distance is still very far?

He wanted to ask how the other party knew that, but suddenly he remembered that there seemed to be an information sharing network among the undead that made it difficult to distinguish between friend and foe.

In other words, when one side knows that the other side is approaching, the other side also knows one's situation.

Fighting an open war is absolutely the worst possible thing, because at this point there is no choice but to fight head-on.

"What's the specific situation?" The Deep Angel asked bluntly.

If you have information but don't use it, then you have a brain problem. Time is running out, and he must ensure that the information is timely enough. As for its authenticity... he can relax a little.

However, the situation was beyond the expectations of the Deep Angel.

"The other side has dispatched 3 undead, of which 1 are wizards, and the rest are melee knights. The team is led by the Northern deity, the Sister of Silence, and there is also a group of giant wolves. They should have gained power from other continents. We are now at a disadvantage." The information provided by the undead was very detailed.

Not only the approximate number of people, but also detailed intelligence.

The reason for this situation is very simple. Someone started a live broadcast and used a magic sandbox to replicate the situation of the two armies in real time.

In order to ensure the clarity of the data, they also listed detailed data tables for each profession, number, MVP kills, etc., to ensure that the moment you see the data table, you can know the current level of play.

"What is their goal? To start a war against us?" The Deep Angel still couldn't understand why a strong man would suddenly attack.

It may be related to his lack of understanding of the forces in this plane.

If the purpose is to destroy one's own side, he will probably be disappointed, because gods have "immortality" and they can be resurrected by Lind after death, and the energy required for resurrection is inexhaustible.

The undead are even more impossible to kill.

The Deep Angel was suddenly startled, because he thought about the fact that after this battle, the number of undead casualties had increased, and now there were only more than 10,000 people left. They were exhausted, their props were seriously consumed, and the wear and tear of their weapons and equipment could not be ignored.

On the other hand, the other side is fully armed and has an absolute advantage in numbers.

We are not qualified to fight a war of attrition.

"It seemed to be the dwarves at first." The undead said, "Then soon an undead told Grand Duke Hein about the situation here, and then they decided to attack and rob the iron lumps."

I don't know what it's for, but I'll just grab it.

Although Archduke Hein's behavior was a bit brainless and even seemed to be over-praising Lind, it must be said that his choice was correct.

If successful, Linde would have to take a big loss.

"Go back!" said the Deep Angel, "We can't go any further, go back to the fortress!"

"Ah?" The undead was surprised.

Isn't that just catching a turtle in a jar?

The mission that should have been won was now doomed to fail because of someone else's interference. Some undead were already swearing, while others were frantically contacting their relatives and friends. They didn't care whether Wuyu City would completely collapse or not. They would first kill all the undead under Archduke Hein in a group, and then squat on their faces.

The mission had been given, and the undead had no choice but to go back, but the situation in the fortress was not optimistic. They did not actually occupy the fortress, and the battle there was still at its end.

The retreating team could hear loud "boom" and "boom" earthquake sounds as they approached the dwarf fortress.

Lind hasn't stopped his terrifying attack yet. With a downward attack of that scale, a mountain could be flattened to the ground.

But this also proves that the situation inside is very bad.

The black flames oozing out of the already dilapidated fortress gave one an idea of ​​the situation inside.

"Some of you stay in front to block them. Damn! They're coming too fast. The rest of you should protect our best friends and retreat!"

My ring will not lose and I will take the initiative to stand up.

At this time he had no choice, whoever had the fighting ability could go up, but this was the central area of ​​Wuyu City, several days' journey away from the Throne of War. If he died, he would be resurrected directly on the Throne of War, and by the time he ran back, it would be too late.

Thousands of undead men stepped forward on their own initiative. Their armors were soaked in blood, and there were wounds on their faces and bodies. It was clear that they would be ready for battle sooner than expected.

"Roar!!" The roar came first.

In the valley ahead, a huge figure was moving quickly forward.

A dozen or so giant wolves of Warcraft rushed in front of us, accompanied by a lot of smoke and dust, digging stones with their claws.

The undead under the King of Kings followed closely behind.

It was as if the giant wolf in front was sweeping like a rake, while the undead in the back were catching fish as accurately as a fine net, never letting go of any fish that slipped through the net.

At the back you can see some warriors whose appearance is obviously different from the undead.

My eyes flashed, and then locked onto the giant wolves that were drooling. Because of their rapid running, the wolf fur on their bodies lay flat on their bodies, and created waves as they ran and jumped.

"Boom!" With the first collision, several undead men were knocked over.

A giant demon wolf bit the undead man's arm and shook its head wildly, tearing it into several pieces.

The war is not over yet, the fierce fighting has just begun.

(End of this chapter)