Knight and Wand

Chapter 278: The Undead Strikes Back (Happy New Year)
On the vast land, the Orland army stood like an indestructible dam in front of the surging waves of zombies. The line between life and death gradually blurred here. The rolling sounds like the collapse of the sky and the crack of the earth were endless. The shouts, roars, bugles, and war drums, the terrifying noise was intertwined and deafening.

Heavy horse hooves rumbled across the ground one after another, leaving dense footprints. Thousands of Orland knights wearing heavy armor, led by tens of thousands of Feru heavy cavalry, surged out like surging waves, charging bravely, and crushing all the corpses that blocked their way with the roar of iron hooves.

The iron cavalry soon came into close combat with the elite undead troops wearing heavy armor.

The weapons of the living and the dead collided in the air, emitting dazzling sparks, and warriors and powerful zombies kept falling off their horses.

Behind them, the mighty infantry phalanx formed an iron wall and suddenly collided with the endless sea of ​​corpses.

The dull sound of sharp blades cutting into corpses, the vibration of shields hitting bones, as well as the roars of warriors and the screams of the undead, serve as accompaniment to this land dyed red by blood and fire.

The shadow of the flying dragon swept across the sky, like a legendary god descending to the battlefield.

The bright red king's cloak fluttered in the wind, and Ledwin III held the iron chain and reins tightly, guiding the dragon beast under him to violently pass through the cluster of corpses in the air and pounce on the ground.

A deafening dragon roar sounded, and hot dragon breath poured out from the overlord's huge mouth. A fire storm swept past, instantly engulfing the dense black shadows.

Countless corpses and resentful souls wailed in the dragon flames and turned into ashes, and the air was filled with a pungent burnt smell.

The dragon flapped its wings again and flew into the sky, leaving behind only a scorched earth on the battlefield ravaged by the curse.

At the forefront of the army, the warlock masters holding holy lamps and magic wands had their robes and armor fluttering in the bloody battle, and different colors of magical light flashed in their eyes.

The scattered elements gushed out from their mouths and eyes, as if they wanted to bring all the power between heaven and earth under their control.

Master Hilgard chanted the spell loudly and swung his hammer violently. The gust of wind and air blade suddenly swept up a large number of zombies and minced countless mummies into pieces.

Arcs of electricity leapt on the fingertips of another northern warlock, and bolts of lightning blasted out from his palms, smashing the oncoming skeleton undead into pieces.

The warlock master in the distance controlled the raging flames in the center of the magic pattern ring, leaving behind pieces of charred corpses and charred bones wherever he passed.
More high-level warlocks were immersed in the gorgeous magic formation behind the army. Their chanting and the harmonious and orderly light of the seals surrounded everyone. Their eyes were gradually filled with deep starlight, as if they were peeping at the essence of all things.

The powerful elements brewed by a group of spellcasters quickly gathered in the sky until they could no longer restrain the violent energy. The majestic mana storm swept the battlefield with a destructive force that could sweep across thousands of troops.

In the distance, the haggard-looking corpse wizards looked at the doomsday-like destructive magic. They stood in the shadow of the Soul Bell Corpse Cart, raising their skinny fingers high. The Soul Cart was like an opened portal to the abyss, releasing a torrent of wronged souls like a magical bombardment.

With endless resentment, the ghosts rushed towards the royal guards in front of Orland, trying to forcibly tear a hole in the solid defense line that protected the warlocks.

However, a series of piercing screams exploded immediately. The royal guards holding halberds ignored the evil sorcery that was breaking apart in the light in front of them. They stood still like a mountain and continued to kill the zombie soldiers that rushed towards them.

Behind them, the lights shining from the holy lamps of soul protection were like a curtain, blocking out the torrent of souls and the flying undead.

In the sky, the giant bat ghosts folded their wings and broke away from the aerial fight with the Pegasus Knights.

They followed the distant orders from the soul bell in the distance, and made low-altitude raids on the army formation filled with magical energy below, launching decapitation attacks.

A giant bat ghost was the first to fall into the square formation with a loud bang. The undead monster waved its claws and wings, killing a circle of soldiers that were besieging it. It ignored the swords and knives, and rushed towards the dazzling lantern light in front of it with a roar.

At this moment, a burst of footsteps with a completely different rhythm came from the side and rushed towards it.

Glancing sideways as the monster was galloping, he saw a barbarian giant wearing a scarlet robe with a black dragon emblem, holding an exaggerated giant war hammer in his hand. He roared with his big mouth, bringing up a fishy wind, and swung the heavy hammer suddenly.

Boom! !
The terrifying giant hammer smashed the giant bat ghost away fiercely, and the barbarian trolls roared with excitement and bloodthirsty, and immediately stepped through the panicked and dodging Orland soldiers in front of them with their sturdy legs and rushed into the enemy camp like a runaway.
On the blood-throwing battlefield, tens of thousands of Orland soldiers, including brave soldiers fighting, sorcerers who could summon wind and thunder, and knights who charged bravely, were all trying to tip the scales of victory in the fierce battle.

The faces of the warlock apprentices gradually turned pale as paper, their bodies trembled due to excessive pressure on magic power, and some even collapsed from exhaustion. But this persistence was not in vain. In the brief stalemate, Orland's knights had already killed their way through the sea of ​​undead corpses.

Baron Kailan, wearing a stag-antler robe and brandishing a rune axe, led the way, followed closely by another great knight of Orland riding a Karak dragon lizard.

No undead could stop these two brave generals of the kingdom.

The two men who slaughtered the zombies like mowing grass led a large number of Knights of Arms behind them to form a fierce wall-like formation, and with unstoppable momentum, they rushed straight to the Soul Bell Chariots that were driving side by side in front of them.

From all directions, countless death cavalrymen wearing Uriah scale armor drove their skeleton horses to encircle the army of knights who were heading towards Orland.

In mid-air, Ledwin watched the Undead fighting in a group behind him, and knowing that he had already won, he immediately urged his dragon to stop burning the tide of corpses in front of him, and instead flapped his wings to fly towards the Undead cavalry that were intercepting his knights.

The powerful dragon beast dealt the final blow to the undead army.

The huge dragon wings swept over the heads of the corpse wizards and death knights, and the scorching dragon flames completely melted the resurrected dead and the soul bell carts that blasphemed life.

King Orland sat on the dragon's back and controlled his companions to fly into the air, his green eyes showing no sadness or joy. This was just another victory he had won without any suspense.

After the Kantardars delayed the battle at the cost of their lives, the kingdom's elite finally gathered here.

With the protection of the Holy Spirit Lamp, tens of thousands of Orlando's main forces pushed the undead forces back to the south of Mammor County.

Feeling the cold wind rushing into his helmet, Ledwin simply raised his visor and looked far to the east.

Presumably, at this moment, his cousin, the Border Marquis of Deyatuk, was also leading his troops out of the pass according to Trosa's plan, riding the flying dragon "Shanyan" and roasting the seemingly endless number of zombies outside the pass.

After their two armies have wiped out the undead in this area, the occupied area will be completely connected to the Dragon Claw Fortress, and the area north of Mamor will be connected as a whole.

There was even a sense of relief in Ledwin's heart.

He couldn't help but feel that he and many others might have overestimated this undead disaster.

Judging from the current trend, as long as nothing unexpected happens on the battlefield on the side of the Holy Sun Church that brought the warning, this sea of ​​corpses sweeping across the land can be slowly eliminated.

Indeed, if the disaster had occurred within Orland, the millions of casualties would have undoubtedly been a catastrophic disaster for the kingdom.

Fortunately, all the trouble started from the border of Kantadar, and the mysterious little baron even gave him a weapon to fight against the magic of the corpse ghosts.

The Dragon Claw Fortress has already begun planning to build the Soul Guardian Holy Tower as shown in the blueprint. As long as magical lighthouses that can defend against the invasion of the undead are built as soon as possible at the city passes on the border of the kingdom, even if the situation gets worse and the army retreats back to Orland, the situation can still be stabilized.

Ledwin thought about it, turned his dragon, and urged the Overlord to continue spreading the flames to destroy the gradually disintegrating corpse tide below and the scattered corpses in the air.
If it weren't for the fact that the other party's experience he had investigated didn't make sense, Ledwin would have even had some doubts in his heart. Could this disaster have been a drama directed and acted by the young wizard and the possible spellcaster organization behind him to take revenge on Kantadar?

He shook his head in his heart and put aside his inevitable suspicion for the time being. If the young man really had such power, there would probably be no need to go through so much trouble.
What secrets does this little baron of the Thorn Flower family have? Can he be used for his own benefit? We can slowly investigate after the war.
Looking at the battlefield below where the mess had already begun to be cleaned up, relying on his veteran general Trosa to help him command the overall situation, Ledwin gradually began to think about how to go south as soon as possible to reunite with his troublesome little daughter, and with the help of the so-called coalition led by Sobornitz, completely push the undead to the south of Kantadar.

At this time.

A rather restless wave of emotion suddenly entered his mind.

Feeling the vigilance and uneasiness from the dragon beast under his mount, Ledwin III turned his attention back to the sky before him.

The sound of the wind by my ears and the fighting below as far as my eyes can see make my vision seem distorted and unreal.

Sitting upright on the dragon saddle, he urged the Overlord back over his own army.

As the dragon's wings flapped, Ledwin looked around, trying to capture the subtle fluctuations that made the Overlord's instincts feel uneasy.

Just as it was flying lower and lower, about to approach the Orland army, a thunderous sound that penetrated the dark clouds suddenly exploded from above, like the roar of a giant beast shaking every inch of space. Ledwin suddenly raised his head.

In his sight, a terrifying giant beast that seemed to be real and not real, pierced through the broken clouds and pounced towards him.

Is that an undead flying dragon?!
A strange light flickered beneath the dragon's body, and underworld fire leapt in its giant skull. Its bright red flesh wings were like will-o'-the-wisp fire in the dead of night, emitting an ominous fog.

King Orlando had no time to express his anger at the fact that the symbol of his bloodline had been desecrated in this way. All he heard was a shocking hoarse roar in his ears.

"—Ledwin!"

On the saddle of the corpse dragon, the eyes of the haggard Corpse Demon Lord seemed to be connected to the abyss, and the undead flying dragon let out a shrill roar.

The air combat experience he had acquired during the civil war prompted Redwin to immediately urge the Overlord to turn to a low altitude.

The dark dragon, dragging a dim light, fanned a strong wind and followed closely behind, and with it came dense swarms of corpse demons and bat ghosts.

The whistling cold wind blew across his stern face. Ledwin looked back at the pursuing undead and discovered that the speed of the corpse dragon was beyond imagination, as if it had completely ignored the resistance of the wind.

There was no time to increase the distance, Ledwin pulled the reins hard, and ordered the Overlord to flap his huge wings and take off with the wind, swing his tail in the air, turn around, and open his mouth to spit out dragon breath.

——Whoosh! ! A storm-like pillar of scorching fire broke through the air and flew towards the corpse dragon.

The skeleton dragons opened their mouths almost at the same time.

A dark green demonic flame also came out from the mouth of the undead flying dragon.

——Boom! !

One red and one blue, two surging elemental energies suddenly intersected in mid-air, and the dazzling pulses of flames and underworld fire intertwined almost illuminated the entire half-bright and half-dark cloudy sky.

The intersection of the two destructive forces continued to burn, stirring up rolling heat waves. The air was filled with a strong smell of sulfur and the stench of decay as the two forces continued to confront each other.

Until the two flying dragons finally intersected each other, and the collision of the giant beasts made a loud noise.

The Dark Dragon and the Fire Dragon are entangled together.

Their figures rolled and circled in the air, and each collision was accompanied by a terrifying dragon roar, and they fell to the earth together from the sky.

The smoke and dust spread out, and the guards rushed towards the battlefield where the king fell in horror. However, at some point, the scattered zombies all over the mountains and plains had stopped running back into the dark clouds.

The dazed undead turned around, faced the pursuing soldiers, roared to the sky, and pounced on the living on the battlefield again.

Behind the high hills in the distance, countless fluttering broken battle flags slowly entered the sight of the Orland soldiers under the dark clouds.
Baldim County.

Kanthadar Eastern Frontier.

The turbulent river is now the natural boundary separating the two countries of Kantardar and Serian.

Although this place was once the territory of Serrian, it has been occupied by the Kantardars since the war hundreds of years ago.

Wuzhui strolled leisurely in the dim sunset and drank water happily at the shallows.

Leon half-sat on a big rock on the river bank, looking up at the dark land on the other side.

Behind him were the knights standing solemnly, guarding the commander of the entire army.

This was one of the starting points for Kantadar's invasion of the East, but whether it was here on the river or on the other side, everything had changed dramatically in a year.

"We can go home, but I don't know and I don't dare to think about what will happen to our family members."

Lohak stopped talking, held his best friend's shoulder, and looked in the direction of his hometown with an inextricable pain in his heart.

"No matter what we see in the end, we must face it. I promise you, even if it is the worst case scenario, I will find a way to let everyone's loved ones rest in peace." Leon patted the back of his brother's hand.

He stood up and whistled, and the black warhorse in the distance immediately jumped for joy and returned to its master with light stamping of its hooves.

Leon mounted his horse and looked away for the moment.

Over the past half month, the coalition forces' rapid conquest of the area south of Kilmerton Pass finally led to the recovery of almost all the important towns in the entire County of Bardim.

Pushing the control area to the border of Kantadar, Rolandar is already within reach.

At present, the army is only about 100 kilometers away from the Holy City behind the river bank.

Unfortunately.

The continuous battles over the past few days have already made the army look exhausted. As for how to advance into Serrian and retake Laura's city, they still need to conduct reconnaissance, reorganize the army, and then make long-term plans.

Order the knights to return to the border town they had just captured.

Walking on the path, Leon saw Olivia raise her head as if she noticed something.

He habitually looked in the direction his own biological radar was directing.

In the direction where the sun is setting, a small black dot is flying towards it at a very fast speed.

"It's Sir Tiger who followed Earl Longstone to the south." Olivia turned her head and reminded.

Everyone was familiar with the only old lion scorpion knight in the coalition.

I heard that both myself and my lion scorpion partner were old and had not participated in the war for many years, so they did not join King Aviut's eastern expedition army and now they have escaped a disaster.

Seeing the other party falling into the town from a distance, Leon kicked his horse's belly and increased speed.

"Let's go and take a look. I hope it's not Earl Langstone who's urging me to go south again." Leon said helplessly.

The group had just returned to the military camp on horseback.

Then he saw Corvis, with a serious expression, running towards him anxiously.

Leon felt something was wrong, so he dismounted and went forward.

"what happened?"

".My Lord! Sir Tiger reported that the town of Achelita was lost! The army guarding the south was defeated, Earl Langstone was killed! Baron Balfe was seriously injured!"

(End of this chapter)