Legendary Hero

The document brought by the scout introduced the specific battle between Zachro and the undead in the south.

The night before, they took 36,000 soldiers all the way to the south to chase the undead army.

The other party also found Zachro, so he fled south at night.

This time Zachro was considered a veteran. He didn't chase him, but set up an emergency camp. He only sent scouts to bite behind the undead army, preparing to talk about it the next morning.

As a result, something went wrong in the middle of the night.

A team of demons, the number of which was only in the early three thousand, led the terrible Abyss War Demons, about one hundred and fifty. They brought nearly three thousand Fromo, who was comparable to the knight captain, into the barracks in the dark.

At the same time, the undead army that was fleeing in front quickly turned around and killed it back.

The soldiers that Zachro took were also really elite, and they did not collapse after being attacked by the powerful demons during the night. Zachro and the generals took the soldiers and retreated all the way to the north.

This battle was fought from midnight to early morning, with blood flowing everywhere, and dozens of miles of corpses. When the sun rose, the demons and the undead took the initiative to retreat, and the battle finally ended.

According to statistics after the war, 13,000 soldiers were killed. Two commander-level generals were killed, but only less than two thousand undead were killed. The devil killed less than one thousand.

The reason is simple, because both the undead and demons have dark vision, seeing the night as day, but Terran warriors cannot, because of this, the loss is heavy.

Zachro didn't dare to entangle him, so he wanted to go north immediately, but the soldiers were exhausted from fighting overnight and had to rest on the spot, which wasted most of the day.

When the soldiers regained some energy to prepare for the march in the afternoon, they found that more than half of the Terran soldiers killed last night had fought again. They were infested by the dark atmosphere and became undead, roaring into the barracks.

There was another chaos, and the dark army that had retreated before appeared again, taking advantage of the chaos to rush and kill.

It was another melee.

During the battle, the remaining two commander-level generals were also killed. Zacro himself was also seriously injured.

This time the battle was during the day. After the two sides went shopping, the demons were strong but too few. He was killed and the army of the undead was also eliminated.

But the army’s losses were also extremely tragic. More than 16,000 people fell. There were fewer than 7,000 soldiers alive, and everyone was injured. Many people have also been infected by diseases carried on the rotting bodies of the undead, in very bad conditions.

After the surviving soldiers burned all the bodies, they went all the way north, and now they have chased them fifty miles behind the army.

Joseph's eyes were red, and the hand holding the document was shaking unconsciously.

Twenty-eight thousand elites, most of the essence of the defenders of the Mozalen Bridge was consumed so plainly. If this is followed by the army, how can they be attacked by a prudent strategy like this?

There was a long silence. Joseph Martin issued an order: "Send ten thousand soldiers to respond. Let's move on!"

In the evening, the soldiers were picked up, and the situation was a bit worse than the document said.

There were fewer than 6,000 soldiers who could stand, and hundreds more were carried by simple stretchers. Judging from the injury, even if he survived by chance, he was crippled and would not be able to enter the battlefield in the future. The aura of more than 30,000 elites who had gone south had disappeared long ago, and every soldier was dejected and dejected.

All the soldiers were silent, and a strong blood flowed into the temporary barracks with the remnant army. From time to time, there were several screams, and the scavengers outside the camp screamed, smelling death.

"Where is Zacro? People!" Joseph yelled suddenly, he didn't even see the noble and proud disciple of the Juggernaut.

The crowd was a little commotion. Some words came out, and the voice was dull: "General, he is gone."

It was a knight captain who was slashed in his face, and the wound was rolled up, very vicious: "The general said he had no face to go to the marshal."

"Ha!" Joseph couldn't help laughing: "What a shameless man! Coward!"

He almost roared, his voice spreading far away. Almost spread throughout the camp.

In the small woods outside the camp, the **** Zachro also heard these words, and his heart jumped sharply, and a strong shame surged.

In his eyes, one arm was cut off in half. There were as many as dozens of wounds on his body, and several of them were fatal wounds. If they are not treated in time, they will undoubtedly die.

Zachro knew that if he returned to the camp now, the priest would definitely help him heal, and he could recover a life, but this was only temporary.

When he arrived at the Mosallen Bridge, the angry Count Maple Leaf would definitely chop off his head without hesitation.

Of course, after this defeat, he was not afraid of death, otherwise he would definitely return to the camp now, he just couldn't afford the courage to face Joseph Martin.

Taking a look at the camp from a distance, Zachro sighed and walked toward the depths of the woods. He wanted to find a quiet place to die.

Just staggering forward, I don’t know how long I have been walking, Zachro felt that his body was getting weaker and weaker, and the blood was about to shed. One accidentally, the root of the tree was mentioned on his foot, and the whole person suddenly rolled on the dead leaves. Panting, I can't get up anymore.

Looking at the blue sky through the crevices of the leaves, Zachro felt the world in his eyes getting darker and darker.

"I have been honored for a lifetime, but I died in the unknown woods with shame, alas~" Zachro sighed and waited quietly for death.

I don't know how long it took, it was dark, and there was no light in the forest.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps came into Zacro's ears, and then a hoarse voice rang.

"Should a fighter so powerful give up his life because of a failure?"

Zachro was already in a trance. The massive blood loss made him feel that he didn't have any strength in his whole body, and he couldn't even speak, so he could only turn his eyes slightly in the direction of the sound.

Who is the one? While he was puzzled, Zachro felt an icy breath entering his body, which quickly flowed through his body, allowing him to fall into the ice cave while also allowing his empty body to feel power again.

He froze for a moment, and then reacted, with disgust in his heart: "Necromancer! Get out, stay away from me!"

He saw a dark figure standing beside him, trying to stab him with a sword, but he found that his strength was not enough to pick up his weapon.

"I'm Raphael Bell. I used to be a division of the Primo family, and now I am a recruiter of the Dark Legion, hehe."

"I've heard of you, Raphael the Plaguebringer, the disgrace of the Primo family!" Zacro only hates himself for being seriously injured, otherwise he will kill the **** desperately.

Rafael Belle has no shame at all: "How honorable are you than me, soldier? Joseph Martin's words are still echoing in the woods, listen, cowards, cowards, cowards-every tree says so."

"Shut up, you dark slave!"

"Haha, I just like talking to you." Rafabel circled around Zacro: "Do you think you are free? Isn't your family and your sense of honor shackles? This is the chain of light, you I was willing to serve for the Lord of Radiance and shed the last drop of blood on his body, but the Paladin of the Lord of Radiance said you are a coward!"

"Don't say anything, let me die quietly." Zachro pleaded in his tone.

"No, powerful warrior, I want to tell you that your life is not over yet. The first half of your life belongs to the light, and the second half of your life belongs to the darkness. You have gone the wrong way, but in fact, you are born a child of darkness. Why should you suffer from that untouchable? The **** of the born Marshal of the Crusaders? Get out of him, defeat him, let him kneel in front of you and lick your boots." Raphael Bell's voice was erratic, with a strong deceptiveness.

"No, I'm not his opponent, no one can beat him. Morro Vogan was killed by him." Zachro shook his head.

A scroll was thrown on him, Zachro took it over and looked at him, shocked: "This is?"

"The scroll of martial arts left by the Sword Saint of Full Moon contains his lifelong experience. Put a drop of blood on it, and you can get it!"

Legacy of the Moon Sword Saint? Zacro's heart was shocked, and any warrior would be moved when he saw this thing. Driven by a voice deep in his heart, Zachro bit his hand and smeared the little blood in his body on the scroll.

Suddenly, the silver brilliance lit up, and the brilliance enveloped Zachro's body, and then went into his head.

Zachro seemed to feel great pain and roared with his mouth wide open, but no sound came out.

After a long time, the silver brilliance slowly converged, and finally condensed in Zacro's eyes.

Zachro stood up, and a deep and bleak voice came from his throat: "Morrovogan's legacy is really good. In addition to martial arts, he has a lifetime of combat experience."

"Of course. I fished out his head that fell into the black water river. Although most of the soul inside has been scattered, there is still some essence left. How about, Zachro, you are willing to become the master of death A servant?" Raphabel asked.

"What can I get?"

"With the endless power of darkness, combined with your martial skills inherited from the Red Moon Sword Saint and the Full Moon Sword Saint, you will become a peerless powerhouse on this continent. Even the Great Demon King Buckley will respect you as a master."

Zachro was silent ~www.readwn.com~ for a long time, he said: "I want to change a face."

"That's okay. If you like it, I can change one for you every day."

"I want to change my name too. Zachro has become a thing of the past. From today on, my name is Samuel!"

"Samael, the messenger of death? Good name. Then Lord Samal, follow me to the south, where your people are waiting to contribute to you."

"it is good."

"We have to move faster, time is a bit tight."

"Why?" Samuel asked strangely.

"My lord, don't you think that we are thinking about improving our strength? That untouchable has never relaxed. The legend is not his end. The master once told me that the force of the world is gathering on him. This is not What a good thing, we have to kill him as soon as possible!" (To be continued.) xh118

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