Rise from the coffin and rebuild the vampire empire

Chapter 138: Collapse and Escape

"A lackey of the vampire, a lackey of the duke, a lackey of the church, who's dog is not a dog? Aren't you a dog too?

You scold me so righteously, as if you have done something good. We are all birds of the same flock!
Who is righteous and who is evil? Ultimately, it's just a matter of who wins and who loses!"

Hellion's response to Motreo was very direct. He was not one of those common people who knew nothing about the upper class. It was useless to pretend to be righteous in front of him.

As a Lionheart Knight, Hellion may not be very famous in the entire empire, but he is a celebrity in the province of Magras. He knows the ins and outs of the church and the nobility very well, and countless sins are buried under his glamorous appearance.

Even if the rulers are human, they will not necessarily treat humans well. Even if the rulers are not human, humans will not necessarily live a bad life. There are many people who wear human skin but do things worse than pigs and dogs.

"Qiang!"

The two men exchanged swords again. Morterio gritted his teeth and no longer had the energy to refute. Facts proved that only those with strong strength were qualified to speak. Those with weak strength had already exhausted all their strength just to survive and had no chance to speak at all.

'We have to go!'
After two moves, Motrio immediately made a decision. The current Hellion was no longer his match. He had to go find Marshal Tantalus. Only the Marshal could defeat him!
Without any hesitation, Morterio turned around and left. As for his soldiers, he naturally no longer cared about them. He had to save his own life first. Moreover, by leading Hellion away, he had completed the mission of general against general and king against king.

"Asshole Morterio! He actually ran away?!"

The mage Zera saw this scene and found it absurd. The commander in charge of the front line just ran away?! How could they fight like this?! Could the soldiers still hold on?!
Zera's worries were not unreasonable. The commander's desertion from the battlefield dealt a devastating blow to morale. The Magrath soldiers, who had been trying hard to hold on and fight the undead, seemed to have lost all their energy and spirit in an instant.

If it weren't for the grassroots officers still in command, the defense line would have collapsed. Motriou ran away himself, but his deputies were still there, and several kingdom knights were holding up the situation.

"Roar!"

Kevin waved his claws and rushed forward, breaking out of the encirclement from the weak point and was not trapped by the knights.

One kingdom knight was enough to tangle with him, and if the other knights rushed over, it would indeed bring him a lot of trouble. Kevin didn't want to waste time with them. He wanted to cause as much casualties as possible to further undermine the morale of these Magras people and completely lay the foundation for victory for Wangbo Port.

"The wind of death."

Behind the undead army, the withered Werner stretched out his hand, blood surging, and a scarlet wind of death was generated in the places where the Magras people were densely packed. The bloody gale turned into sharp blades, mercilessly attacking the flesh and blood of the Magras people.

The wind of death did bring death. Blood danced wildly in the storm, broken limbs and arms were everywhere, and the wailing further undermined the morale of the Magrath people, completely shaking the barely maintained battle line.

The undead continued to advance, and the corrupted crabs and zombie giants rushed into the crowd, crushing the Magrath soldiers as easily as slaughtering chickens. The zombie stretched out its thorny tongue, rolled a soldier into its mouth, and bit it into two pieces with a "click". The corrupted crab's claws broke one soldier with each pinch.

"Chain lightning!"

Magical power surged from the mage Zera's body, bright white lightning emerged from his hand, and then he threw it out suddenly. A terrifying lightning bolt ran through the undead army, smashing the skeletons into pieces.

Zera, the evocation mage, was very skilled in using magic and his magic was very effective. It was because of his existence that the Magrathian defense line had held up until now. The casualties caused by him alone might be more than those soldiers combined.

A powerful wizard is indeed very useful on the battlefield, especially in a battlefield that is not too large. A few spells would be too much for ordinary people to withstand.

The Undead were even more so. With just a few fireballs, Zara shattered countless skeletons, leaving Werner feeling the pain. Although most of the dead were cannon fodder, his elite losses weren't significant, but this also drew his attention to Zara. "Finger of Death!"

Without any hesitation, Werner directly took out his trump card. Rich blood energy condensed around him, and the original blood in his body vibrated, condensing all the blood energy at his fingertips.

Werner pointed at Zera, and a terrifying scarlet ray shot out from his fingertips, flew across a long distance, pierced through several Magrath soldiers blocking the path, and finally hit Zera.

"Crack!"

A few crisp sounds were heard beside Zera, as if something was broken. The protective spell he cast was shattered.

Of course, what was shattered was not only his protective shield, but also the triggered anti-death barrier and magic shield amulet he was wearing.

This "Finger of Death" move directly shattered all of Zella's armor, and the gems on her necklace, bracelet, and ring all made a "crackling" sound.

"boom!"

Zera flew backwards and fell to the ground, coughing up blood. His face was pale. His injuries were not serious, but he was heartbroken. That was all money! And each one was not cheap!

"Damn it! I'm losing big this time! How could there be a necromancer of this caliber?! Is the water in this new world so deep?!"

Fear showed in Zella's eyes. He knew very well that an enemy who mastered this kind of magic was definitely not someone he could deal with.

"We can't stay here for long, we really need to run!"

At this moment, Zella understood. He couldn't blame Mortreo for deserting the battlefield. He could only say that since the enemy dared to attack the camp, they must be very capable. This was definitely not a small force in the New World. Duke Drum had hit a wall this time!

"Bah!"

Zera took out a scroll and tore it into pieces. It would take time to open the portal himself, so he just used the ready-made one! He didn't care about saving it at this time, because time is life now!
"Buzz!"

Zera forcibly activated the power of the teleportation scroll, and a circular portal flashing with magical blue light quickly expanded in front of him, and then stabilized.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency the Duke. It's not that I'm not doing my job, but this kind of enemy is not worth the price. I've done my best."

Taking a final look at the battlefield and the Necromancer in the distance, Zera felt that he was quite unlucky. This time he might have run into a real old monster, a master of necromancy. He was just a Shaper who had just graduated from the sixth grade a few years ago. How could he risk his life to fight against such an old Undead monster?

If he hadn't been wearing the various protective gear he bought and given by his family, he would have been seriously injured by that blow even if he didn't die!

Zera felt that he had really done his best. He even ran away later than that bastard Motrio!

(End of this chapter)