Imperial Crown.

Chapter 128: Defeat (5 words update )

He was a death warrior belonging to the Order of the Hand of Death. His duty was to mingle among the skeleton army and take advantage of the chaos to kill the enemy's officers and main forces!

Sensing Judra's fierce momentum, the death warrior took out a short spear from his backpack, with gray-white undead fighting spirit wrapped around it. He spread his legs, twisted his shoulders and waist, and threw the short spear out with force!
The short spear wrapped in fighting spirit cut through the sky, leaving a gray trail. Judra's eyebrows twitched, and he held the flaming sword in both hands and held it horizontally in front of his eyes. Then he took a deep breath and blew it hard!
Fighting spirit gushed out of his mouth, passed over the sword spine, and turned into a ball of flame like a curtain wall. Then he raised his wrists and slashed downwards suddenly. The wall of fire was pushed forward by the influence of the raging fire and smoke!

Second-level combat skill, Blowing Fire Slash!

The bone spear was instantly split in half, wrapped in flames and began to burn fiercely. As the curtain of flames passed, it immediately engulfed a group of skeleton soldiers and created more than ten moving torches!
boom--

The curtain wall fell down, and the Death Warrior drew out a huge bone sword to meet it. The gray undead fighting spirit gushed out, instantly breaking the wall of fire. Sparks scattered and landed on him, setting his clothes on fire.

The undead's fighting spirit surged, tearing the flaming clothes apart, revealing a body that surprised Judra.

The skin was a dead person's blue-gray color, covered with dry wrinkles, fangs protruded from the festering lips, the nose had almost rotted away, leaving only black holes, and the eye sockets were empty, burning with light green flames!

That's not a living person, but a...rotten soul corpse! ?
The rotten soul corpse grinned, revealing a cruel smile, and let out a roar. He exerted force with his legs, causing a cloud of dust to explode on the ground. The undead fighting spirit around him burned like a flame, and condensed into several hideous ghost phantoms around him, rushing straight towards Judral.

Judra lowered the corners of his mouth, held the flaming sword in both hands, and rode forward!

At this moment, the ghost phantom formed by the undead fighting spirit suddenly changed its form and turned into Angel, Denise, and even his long-dead mother and wife!

They spoke at once, making a series of shrill noises that made no sense, but to Judra's ears they were all harsh and heartbreaking words.

"Waste!" "Coward!" "Pathetic!" "Coward!" "Wimp!" "Worthy!"

Judra's lips trembled violently, and all kinds of unbearable memories emerged in his mind. A severe headache broke out, as if someone had driven a nail into his brain!
Half of my face has become numb from the pain and I have lost all feeling!

But Judra suddenly laughed, the left side of her face was as stiff as a dead person, but the right side of her face was smiling very happily!

"That's all? My life is much more profound than you can imagine!!!"

With a manic roar, the flame on the sword turned into dazzling white, and he used the speed of the horse to slash towards the throat of the rotten soul corpse!
The rotten soul corpse looked a little stunned. No living person had ever been able to resist his methods. However, this did not prevent him from immediately raising the giant sword to block the attack.

Shine——

The sword tip wrapped in blazing white flames passed over the giant bone sword and the skinny throat, and the rotten soul corpse froze in place.

As Judra's horse passed by, the horse's tail swept across the face of the rotten soul corpse.

The giant sword in the hand of the rotten soul corpse broke into two, a wound appeared, and half of his head and one shoulder were separated from his body and fell to the ground.

The next moment, blazing white flames burned fiercely, engulfing the body that should have been dead long ago.

Turning back to his horse, Judra slowly moved closer to his own army. The headache gradually subsided, giving him some time to observe the situation on the battlefield.

Bones, bones everywhere you look.

Viscount John was still struggling with the Plague Colossi. One of them had been completely frozen and smashed to pieces, and another had its leg bones broken. It lay on the ground, splashing up clouds of dust.

Further away, in the direction of the main camp, it was almost impossible to distinguish the boundaries between the skeleton soldiers and the nobles. They were all mixed together. Even the camp was full of skeletons. This was the result of not being able to organize the formation in time.

But at least the nobles' battle flags are still flying.

At this moment, a trace of doubt arose in Helaiti's heart - where did Raven go?

This damn guy should have stayed by his side, but as soon as the war started, he ran away with his soldiers.

Scanning his eyes, he finally saw Raven's battle flag in the distance - it was already behind the Death Hand army, and it was even moving towards the army!

Attack from front and back?

If Raven had 500 cavalrymen, or even half of them, or 200, this kind of infiltration would be very effective. But he only had more than 30 men, and he dared to go deep into the enemy's camp, which was tantamount to seeking death!

Raven certainly would not seek death. At this moment, he was leading his personal soldiers, manipulating the Eye of Truth, and waved his hand to order at a certain position:
"Eric, charge!"

Eric, covered in plate armor, served as the forward. Iron fighting spirit surrounded his entire body, which also strengthened the vest of the warhorse under his crotch.

The twice-reinforced "Claw Yellow Flying Lightning" demonstrated its excellent physical fitness. Eric himself weighed more than 100 kilograms, and the enchanted plate armor on his body weighed more than 40 kilograms, and the weight of the vest was no less than 50 kilograms, with a total weight of 200 kilograms. After being reinforced with iron fighting spirit, the instantaneous weight was no less than 300 kilograms. Not to mention an ordinary warhorse, even a semi-demonized warhorse that had only been reinforced once could not run that fast.

But "Yellow Claw Flying Lightning" is different. Even with such a heavy load, it can still run fast, with a charging speed of no less than fifteen meters per second. Its iron hooves as big as bowls gallop like a bulldozer, crushing any skeletons that dare to stand in its way into powder!
A necromancer who was secretly controlling undead creatures and preparing to cast a spell heard the noise, looked up, and was immediately stunned!

Whose general is this?

How did you rush in?!
How did you find me!?
The necromancer swung his bone staff, and a black skull shadow crashed into Eric.

First-level necromancy, Heart of Fear.

But when the skeleton hit Eric, it activated a bright yellow light, and then suddenly dissipated without any effect.

Blessing?! There is a priest? How could there be a priest!?

This was the Necromancer's last thought.

Eric raised the sword in his hand and cut open his head.

A crow suddenly swooped down, took out an emblem from his body, and flew high up again.

At the same time, the surrounding undead creatures came to a standstill. Some stood there in a daze, while others began to wander aimlessly, allowing Raven and his party to make a circle without any hindrance and rush out of the sea of ​​skeletons.

"Lord Baron, you have a good eye!" Eric praised sincerely, and then looked at Lux: "And your magic is really helpful!"

Lux nodded slightly.

The crow landed on his shoulder. Raven took the emblem from its mouth and put it into his belt. "Don't stop. Keep moving."

With the help of the Eye of Truth, he could clearly identify the location of the necromancers in the Death Hand army, and thus organized several successful assaults and obtained four emblems belonging to the priests of the Death Hand Cult.

These emblems are sufficient to prove his military achievements.

Although four priests were killed, it was a drop in the bucket for the situation. There were 100,000 skeleton soldiers, including nearly 100 necromancers, many of whom were in deep positions. Raven did not dare to approach them.

"Where did the Hand of Death Cult find so many magicians!?" Raven muttered to himself.

"Baron, that's not a necromancer." Margaret's voice rang in Raven's mind: "Necromancers can summon the dead, but the number they can control at the same time is quite limited, so they will divide part of their souls and put them in others."

"This will give people the false impression that they are also magicians. In fact, they are just more advanced puppets. The spells they can cast are very limited, and they cannot increase their magic power. Their greatest role is to help the necromancer and control their undead army."

"This kind of people can only be called 'herders'."

"If I'm not mistaken, there should be no more than five real necromancers in this undead army."

These words cleared up many of Raven's doubts.

No wonder even after killing a few people, the undead soldiers would quickly start to regroup. Apparently, other 'herders' had taken over the work of the dead guys.

Five Necromancers are not a small number, but without such strength, how could the Hand of Death have swept across half of the Nord province in such a short time?
Raven pondered and asked in his heart: "Then...if I kill enough 'herders', can I disintegrate this army?"

"...It's difficult." Margaret seemed to have swallowed a curse word: "My Lord Baron, undead creatures are naturally hostile to the living. Even if you kill all the herders, they will still hunt the living by instinct."

"Moreover, every soul fragment of the necromancer is their eye. I suggest you quit while you are ahead. Otherwise, you may be targeted by the enemy."

Lei Wen readily accepted the advice.

Now that I have reaped the benefits, it is time to leave.

"Follow me!" With an order, Raven rode his horse, bypassed the edge of the undead army, and advanced towards the battlefield in the direction of Xuefeng County.

Rushing back to Judra, Raven asked, "How's the battle going?"

Judra looked at the soldiers behind Raven with a complicated expression.

Before this, Raven had repeatedly moved in and out of the Skeleton Sea, but none of his personal soldiers were killed.

You know, even if he formed a formation to defend himself, he still lost more than twenty people!
"We can still hold on." Jude said hoarsely, "But if we can't find the location of the other necromancer... we can't win!"

Raven remained silent. He did have this ability, but he did not intend to reveal it in front of others.

Having utility value is a good thing, but if it only has utility value but no cost of use, it will be used to death.

Raven didn't want to die.

Just then, a loud noise came from the direction of the main camp, which immediately caught Raven's attention. He turned around and his face suddenly became extremely excited.

The nobles of the main camp, who were originally caught in chaos and fighting, suddenly burst out with courage from somewhere, and launched a counterattack under the leadership of the third-level light warrior, Viscount Ximan. They not only responded to Viscount Morgan's army, but also began to advance towards the enemy's center army!
Could it be that I had misjudged this group of nobles before? They were not just relaxing there, but were deliberately showing weakness to the enemy and actively seeking a decisive battle here! ?
However, in the next moment, another giant plague statue rose from the ground, knocked more than a dozen soldiers away, and swept its thick arms across, grabbing a fat figure in its hands!
It's Viscount Morgan!
Raven's eyes suddenly widened, and he could clearly hear Judra's gasp.

The Plague Colossus's thick fingers folded inward, and Viscount Morgan's internal organs and flesh and blood were scattered all over the ground, and his armor fell to the ground like a shriveled blood orange!

"Grass!"

"Dry!"

Raven and Judra cursed at the same time!

It turned out that the coalition forces did not suddenly rise up, but had a last-ditch effort to rescue Morgan who was almost dead!
If Morgan died quietly, the battle could go on.

Now that he died so tragically, it was like setting off a huge firework with his life!
These fireworks directly destroyed the morale of the coalition forces!

In just a moment, the originally stable front began to collapse.

Most soldiers didn't know that Morgan was just a figurehead. They only had one thought in their minds - the heroes of the Nord province were all dead, how could we possibly be their opponent?
Fear spreads like a plague.

The coalition forces completely lost order and began to flee for their lives. At this time, anyone who blocked their way was their enemy, even their comrades who did not run fast enough!

Even far away from the camp, Judra's soldiers began to waver. On the other side, Kate and Romney had already begun to organize people to retreat!

"It's over, it's all over!" Jude threw the gloves on the ground angrily: "Damn Morgan, you deserve to die a thousand times, ten thousand times!"

Realizing that it was too ungraceful of her to do so, Judra took a deep breath, calmed herself down, and said loudly, "Raven, let's go together!"

However, just as he finished speaking, he was surprised to find that Raven had already driven his mount.

But it’s not going backwards, but forwards!

The coalition forces fled, and the undead chased them, like an unstoppable wave.

But Raven chose to go upstream!

Judela's pupils trembled, and she chopped down several skeletons with her sword. She rode forward and grabbed Raven's reins: "What are you going to do?"

He doesn't care about Raven's life or death, but he cares about the combat effectiveness of Raven's subordinates. If Raven goes, his losses will be much more serious!
Raven said, "Viscount John is still over there. I want to pick him up."

"Don't worry about that old man. Didn't he return the town of Shining Gold to you a long time ago?!" Jude shouted loudly, "He wanted to be the vanguard, and he also said that he would be the last one to fall back if something happened! If you rush over like this, what's the difference between that and committing suicide!?"

Raven looked at Judra with a hint of disdain in his eyes: "Let go."

This contempt deeply hurt Judela's heart, but he did not loosen his hand: "Give me a reason!"

Raven snorted coldly: "A real man has his share of things to do and things not to do. Westerners like you will never understand that."

"let go!"

As if it was too hot, Judra loosened the reins.

Raven urged his warhorse on and charged into the torrent of bones with his personal soldiers!
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(End of this chapter)