Witch Monastery

As Hawthorne guessed, now this place has almost been occupied by the undead. At this moment, floating in the sky here are countless long-dead war eagles, griffins or chimeras; and walking on the land are countless zombies, skeletons, stitched monsters, and even more terrifying undead creatures...

They crawled up from the waters of the port, carrying the salty sea water forward, and now have penetrated deep into the city, filling the streets and alleys.

However, this is far from the end. In the seawater of the port, new undead creatures continue to come forward, holding weapons, staggering but determined to move forward, towards every living person here, their former compatriots...

The stench filled the entire city, and the energy of the dead almost formed a thick black cloud in the sky. It was already late, the sun had already set, and the light was quite dim and blurred, making this port look more like a hopeless hell on earth.

The feeling of despair weighs on the hearts of almost everyone here.

"boom--"

Dead bodies and bones

On the streets of the city, an elephant man over two meters tall, wearing fine steel plate armor, easily blocked the scimitar slash of the skeleton soldier in front of him with the thick heavy shield on his left arm, and then swung his heavy war hammer with his right arm, fiercely -

The hammer head, which probably weighed dozens of kilograms, made a sharp sound of breaking wind in the air and hit the skeleton soldier's head accurately, instantly shattering the latter's skull into countless bone fragments, and the dark green soul fire in the pupil was extinguished.

The skeleton soldier's body swayed, and finally fell down completely, turning into a pile of lifeless bones.

It didn't seem to have achieved any results, but opposite him, the tall elephant man with his trunk exposed was gasping for breath, ignoring the stench coming from the rotting corpses around him.

His body was shaking, his right arm was sore and numb that he could hardly hold the weapon in his hand. In front of him were countless undead creatures that he had crushed, as well as the bodies of his fallen comrades.

He had been fighting here for nearly eight hours without even having time to drink a sip of water. His body had already reached its limit and was almost on the verge of collapse!

None of his comrades were left, they had turned into corpses on the streets, or were simply transformed into members of the enemy army. He was the only one left here, holding on in vain, waiting for that almost imperceptible hope.

However, the undead creatures ahead continued to emerge in an endless stream, and could not be killed in an endless stream, as if they were truly endless and impossible to defeat...

"Roar--"

A zombie wearing brown leather armor and with fresh-looking skin suddenly roared and pounced on the elephant man wearing plate armor. The elephant man recognized the identity of the zombie, as he was once a warrior under his command. However, he did not mourn for his misfortune for a moment, and he had to swing his war hammer and smash directly into his chest.

boom--

There was a heavy collision sound, and the warhammer hit the zombie's chest heavily. In an instant, the huge force made the zombie fly backwards and hit the wall next to the street, and then there was no sound.

The Elephant Man hurriedly retracted his hammer and tried to continue fighting, but at this moment, the huge fatigue finally took effect on him, and his movements slowed down by half a beat. The next second, four zombies rushed up and pounced on him together!

"Uh--"

He wanted to break free, but he was so exhausted that it was impossible for him to fight against four zombies at the same time. In an instant, he was thrown to the ground, and the heavy plate armor hit the ground with a heavy sound.

His mind was groggy and he couldn't help but feel desperate.

Am I going to die here in the end?

He didn't know, and at this moment, a loud and deep male voice suddenly came from behind: "Destroy Undead!"

hum-

The warm and holy divine light lit up, instantly covering the entire street. The zombies pressing on the Elephant Knight screamed miserably, and then their bodies turned into ashes in the white light.

Not only them, but also the undead creatures in the entire street behind them were almost completely destroyed, demonstrating how terrifying the power of the outpouring of divine power just now was!

The elephant knight barely opened his tired eyelids and turned his head to look behind him. He saw another familiar elephant figure also wearing plate armor, striding towards him: "Wang Du, are you okay?"

As he said this, he walked over, stretched out his hands, and helped the fallen elephant knight up. The elephant knight called "Wang Du" smiled bitterly, stood up, and said: "I'm fine, thank you, Sharma."

The elephant man who came over and used divine power to destroy all the undead creatures on the street was Sharma, who had previously used the holy elephant in Jaipur City to defeat the army of the undead for the first time.

Because of his outstanding achievements in Jaipur, the elephant man was unanimously recognized as an "outstanding genius" by the people of the Kingdom of Bharat, so he was sent to Navash Port to guard it from being destroyed.

But it seems that he has not completed this task very well.

Sharma took out a few bananas from his dimensional bag, peeled them one by one, and handed them to the elephant knight in front of him. Wang Du took them and swallowed them directly without chewing them.

He then took out a two-liter kettle filled with sugar water and handed it to Wang Du. Wang Du opened his mouth wide and gulped down the water. He then let out a long breath and asked, "Why are you here? The holy elephants don't need your command anymore?"

Even within the elephant tribe, not everyone is qualified and capable of channeling the divine power and commanding the holy elephants to fight. Sharma is one of the few outstanding people in this field, so he has been doing this before.

Hearing this, Sharma gritted his teeth for a while, but finally sighed and said, "The holy elephants are extremely tired and can't continue fighting no matter what, so I can only let them return to the camp in the rear to rest. If I want them to fight again, I'm afraid I have to wait at least an hour."

Chapter 677 Bombing the Port

Hearing this, Wang Du's heart sank. But then, he asked unwillingly, "Then, what about the team we sent out to investigate and behead the necromancer..."

You can't use human wave tactics to deal with the undead. The best way is to send an elite team to directly behead the target: At present, perhaps only some rookie adventurers are not clear about this.

Although they are not clear about it, senior executives like them all know it.

Wang Du was also one of the planners, but he was not good at mobile warfare, but better at positional warfare, so he chose to stay here and guard the key streets.

At this moment, with the last glimmer of hope, he asked Sharma a question. Unfortunately, the answer he got was destined to be disappointing: "We failed."

"The enemy was extremely cunning. The stronghold attacked by our decapitation team was actually a bait. Not only did they fail to kill the necromancer, but they themselves were... annihilated!"

No one knows better than the mages of the School of Necromancy how important their existence is to the entire undead army. Therefore, when they are controlling everything, they will hide their true whereabouts as much as possible, such as using substitutes, releasing bait, while they hide in the safest place and slowly use the Sea of ​​Undead to drown the enemy.

And this time, it was obvious that the elephant people's spearhead squad failed to see through the enemy's deception and ended up being annihilated.

At this point, Sharma couldn't help but clench his fists, shaking with anger. Anger filled his heart, and in the end he couldn't help but curse, "A bunch of incompetent trash!"

Upon hearing this, the elephant man named Wang Du sighed and said, "It seems that fate has made it impossible for us to hold on to this city."

The cloud of despair hung over the hearts of the two men. Sharma wanted to say something, but he couldn't think of any possible turnaround in the situation or what cards he could play.

However, at this moment, the huge elephant like a palm-leaf fan that Wang Duna exposed outside his helmet suddenly opened up.

He frowned and listened hard to the distance, then said excitedly, "Sharma, did you hear the gunfire?"

Sharma was stunned, and then his expression was slightly embarrassed. His hearing was not very good, because he had been guiding the power of the holy elephants for many years and listening to the harsh roars of the holy elephants all day long, so his hearing had been damaged to a certain extent.

He shook his head, but soon the sound of the cannon became more frequent and louder, and he began to feel something: "Wait, I think I heard it... There is this sound, where is it coming from?"

“From the port! It’s the direction of the port!” Wang Du’s voice was excited. He was already extremely exhausted, but at this moment he seemed to have regained strength. “New allies have arrived. Sharma, find a way to hold on. We may be saved!”

Sharma was stunned and then nodded, but another thought arose in his mind.

Can these people who come to support them really help them break such a large siege?

He didn't know, but at this moment, at the end of the street, a new undead stumbled forward. Knowing that his friend had reached his limit, Sharma stopped trying to be brave and dragged him back: "Let's go back to the sentry tower and see who that person is."

At this time, outside the port, the warship "Flying Rahman" was firing.

It was now anchored on the sea outside the port, with its hull tilted, and the nine cannons on the side of the ship continuously fired into the city. The red shells flew out like meteors, landing in the city, and then exploded with deafening noises.

Behind the artillery, naval soldiers took turns loading shells into the cannon, adjusting the aim, igniting and firing the cannon, and they were so tired that their heads and bodies were covered in sweat.

The sound of the artillery made them somewhat deaf, and they could no longer hear what their comrades were saying. However, the situation was urgent, and knowing what terrible things were happening at the port over there, they dared not stop for a moment.

On the bow, with the dim sunlight in the west, Hawthorne and his group were there, squinting their eyes, looking at the tragic scene of Washe Port from afar.

Listening to the continuous artillery fire behind him, he couldn't help but sigh: "I hope our efforts will be effective."

It was he who gave the order to bombard the port of Navashe. After arriving at this sea area, they found that the port city had almost fallen. From a distance, the port was full of densely packed undead, and there was no living person to be found. There was no place for them to dock their ships.

Fortunately, just when they were in despair and thought they had nowhere to stop, relying on her power to manipulate light, Celine observed that although the port and surrounding areas had fallen, there were still survivors in the city who were putting up a final stubborn resistance.

However, if we can’t rescue them as soon as possible, the fall of the entire city is probably just a matter of time.

This news boosted Hawthorne's spirits, but time was pressing and they were new arrivals. Without finding the commander of this undead army yet, it would be tantamount to seeking death for these elite troops to blindly jump into the sea of ​​undead to fight.

After weighing the pros and cons, he decided to let Celine use magic to search the city for the necromancer who might be the key commander of this undead army. His own ship would not dock for the time being, but would bombard the undead in the city directly at sea!

Thus, this scene happened. They didn't encounter any pirates along the way. The only time they were in danger was when they were boarded by the Undead. The cannons didn't fire a single shot from beginning to end. The marines thought that the stored ammunition would be wasted.

Now that we have this opportunity to vent our anger freely, it can be considered as making the best use of it.

Although the accuracy of the blue dragons' artillery is not very high,

Thanks to the fact that the city is now full of undead and the density is extremely high, unless the shells accidentally fall into the sea, as long as they are fired, they will almost certainly be able to blow up several undead!

The artillery behind him was still roaring, and shells continued to fall on the shore and into the tide of undead, exploding into brilliant sparks and tearing the undead into pieces one after another.

Behind him, the tragic poet Erich sighed: "I hope that all the enslaved souls can be free and liberated."

Moen stood beside him, also looking at the scene in the distance, with unconcealable shock and a certain trembling in his eyes.

The sun was almost setting and the light was very weak. Even though he was a vampire, he could now go out and walk freely outside.

However, even though he was already a vampire, when he saw a real battlefield for the first time and saw the overwhelming enemies, he couldn't help but feel panic and even a little desperate.

"Can we destroy so many enemies?" he murmured in a hoarse voice.

"Of course." Hawthorne was actually unsure, but in front of his followers, he had to maintain absolute confidence. "The Pala Kingdom has always been a loser. This is common sense. Now it's our turn, and victory will definitely belong to us!"

With the sound of cannon fire behind him, the tense atmosphere on the ship seemed to be dispelled. He looked around and suddenly ordered: "Annuo, use your divine sense to sense the seabed. I have a feeling that some of these undead will come up and attack us later!"

In the past, passing undead would climb onto the boat and attack them on the sea. It didn't make sense for them to get so close and act so high-profile, but these undead did not take any action.

He was now expecting the enemy to dispatch a team to attack them. In this way, by observing the changes in the enemy's deployment, it would be easier for them to find out the necromancer who controlled these undead creatures!

Chapter 678 Hug, in front of An Nuo

On the other side of Hawthorne, An Nuo nodded and closed her eyes, and the sacred power of induction spread. After a moment, she opened her eyes and frowned: "They are coming, and some of them have already reached the bottom of the water!"

Hawthorne nodded: "Prepare for battle! Celine, Fatima, the two of you, don't do anything. Celine, you continue to look for the trace of the necromancer. Later, the three of us will go over together and destroy those guys!"

As he said this, Ekta's eyes lit up behind him and he raised his hand: "Lord...Father, should I come with you later?"

She was looking forward to it, but unfortunately, Hawthorne shook his head firmly: "No, you stay on the boat and guard it!"

Ekta curled his lips, and his expression suddenly became somewhat resentful.

On the side, Moen suddenly said, "Lord Hawthorne, I can go with you later."

He couldn't wait to meet his own death, but Hawthorne turned his head to look at him and scolded him harshly: "Do you want to kill us?"

Moen was stunned, and he pursed his lips, wanting to make a few more arguments, but then he heard Hawthorne continue to scold him angrily: "Follow orders, don't be so anxious to die, your fighting power is still needed here now!"

Moen lowered his head, panicking, mumbling without replying. Hawthorne let out a long breath, not caring about his psychological problems, looking up ahead, quietly waiting for Celine's result.

Here, Celine was still distorting the light, exploring beyond the visible distance. And close at hand, the undead had already begun to climb the ship, along the edge of the ship, trying to destroy the cannons on the ship.

But this time, Hawthorne and the others had already made preparations in advance. Anor and Kassa both drew their weapons and called for holy light to surround them; Tirastri summoned the twin moons, letting the cold moonlight pour down on the bodies of the undead creatures.

Morn opened his spell book and struggled to find a suitable spell; Eric played his violin, and the melodious music gave everyone present a strong spiritual encouragement and excitement...

Except for Ethan and Ekta, in order to avoid igniting the ammunition on the ship, the two of them had to restrain the use of their strength, and they were restricted in their fighting and even looked quite frustrated.

Hawthorne originally planned to stand by and watch to save his energy, but seeing how much pressure they were under, he couldn't help but get anxious. Finally, he couldn't help but summoned out his double-headed sword, silently chanted "purification" and joined the battle. The sword blade cut through the bodies of these undead creatures like cutting cheese, turning these souls into ashes.

Fatima then joined in, casting spells to kill enemies. Only Celine restrained her desire to take action, and silently carried out her task, searching one after another, looking for the trace of the necromancer.

She frowned and searched the ships, houses and buildings in and outside the port with difficulty. The necromancer couldn't be too far away from the main battlefield, so it was unlikely that he would hide underwater. He must be hiding in these buildings to conceal his figure.

But, where could it be...

She searched all the way and identified several locations, but she couldn't be sure.

"Father!" she suddenly called out, "We found a few places, but we're not sure whether they are real targets or baits. We need to investigate further!"

"Understood!" Hawthorne responded loudly, then looked at the other

At the captain's side, "Pan Jide! Can we conduct a targeted bombing?"

The sound of artillery fire was so loud that he was not sure if his voice could be heard by the latter. The latter looked at his gunners in embarrassment, shook his head and shouted in response: "No! Unless our ship gets closer!"

Hawthorne glanced at the undead. At the current distance, the pressure brought by the undead creatures was already too much for them to handle. If they got any closer, the ship would be sunk by these guys.

He immediately shook his head and shouted, "Don't get close. Take the boat away. I'll find a way!"

As he spoke, his eyes fell on Ekta.

Noticing his master's gaze, Ekta's eyes lit up, and he was eager to try: "Lord...Father, do you need me to play?"

Hawthorne asked, "Can you fly?"

Ekta, who was using fire to burn a fishman zombie to ashes, suddenly blushed: "This won't work, I haven't learned it yet..."

There was some shame in her tone. As one of the two weakest witches in the monastery, she still lacked a lot in terms of ability.

He set his sights on Ethan again, who immediately shook his head: "Sorry, I don't have this ability either."

Eric was still playing, so he couldn't pay attention to what was going on here for the time being. Hawthorne took a deep breath and said, "I can fly, but I'm afraid I can't hold someone as big as you."

As he said this, he quickly stepped forward and hugged Ekta in his arms, ignoring the latter's exclamation, and then shouted: "Shireen, Fatima, let's go together!"

"You lead the way, and we'll go and blow those places to ashes!"

As he spoke, the pale blue magic wings spread out from behind him, and the spell "Tasha's Transcendent Form" had been cast. A huge amount of magic power surged out, pushing his body up, allowing him to hold Ekta all the way up and rush forward.

"what--!"

Seeing that she was actually picked up by Hawthorne, Ekta screamed and her face instantly turned red. Her heart was pounding, and her eyes involuntarily glanced in the direction of Annuo, but she found that the latter was immersed in the fight with the undead at the moment and did not even look at this side.

Suddenly, she felt a little relieved, but still felt very nervous. She buried her face in Hawthorne's chest, unwilling to show her head.