Lord of the Oasis

Pem made a mistake in his judgment, and his heart fell into endless contradictions of condemning himself.

It was clear that he had sensed the abnormality of the undead soldiers last night, but he still believed that this sharp cavalry regiment would be invincible!

However, now, he understands that he has lost, and he has lost the minimum ability to be vigilant. This is a terrible thing, which has caused the entire knight corps to fall into endless danger.

An undead soldier jumped out of the trap at once.

How powerful his jumping ability is, he flew into the air as high as five meters in one fell swoop.

A fireball from the sky wanted to focus on his head. For undead soldiers, the part above the neck should be their second fatal weakness.

Pem comforted himself in his heart and said.

The fireball hit heavily on the head of the undead soldier.

The eyes of all around seemed to be focused, and the undead soldier was pressed heavily to the ground by the fireball.

Even a crater the size of a meteorite appeared on the ground.

Gunpowder smoke filled the surroundings, and Pem looked forward expectantly, but reality once again gave him a critical blow.

The undead soldier stood up from the crater unscathed.

He roared, as if the fireball had completely enraged him, he jumped up, and killed an elf beside him in one fell swoop.

Pem sighed, or not?

Is this group of undead soldiers already so powerful? There is a mistake in your own information?

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the elf in front of him fell at his feet. Pem couldn't believe that the undead soldier had such a powerful attack power.

With this level of attack power, if your own cavalry were to fight one-on-one, they would definitely not be the opponent of this undead soldier.

This short and thin elf was held by the undead soldier. The undead soldier was very powerful. He tore it to both sides, and the poor elf was torn into two pieces by the undead soldier.

Like toast, the elf was torn in half without any resistance.

He didn't have any struggles, because he couldn't struggle, the power of the undead soldier was beyond his imagination, and even Perm didn't know how powerful this undead soldier's attack was.

The brutality of this undead soldier obviously has not stopped, he continued to move forward, jumped three feet high, and in the blink of an eye he was already close to a cavalryman.

The cavalryman didn't feel the danger approaching. He was still entangled with an undead soldier in front of him. He didn't notice an undead soldier standing behind him at all.

Pem was too busy to take care of himself, but he still wanted to remind the knight next to him who was fighting.

Before he could speak, the sword of the undead soldier had already cut the cavalry under the horse.

When the knight was dying, he probably didn't know that he was attacked from behind. He naively thought that undead soldiers were stupid races, they didn't have the ability to think, and they never knew about strategy. Win by quantity.

This is what his most obedient captain Pem told him. He even took notes when he was on the training ground, completely entrusting his back to his teammates and trusting them!

Those undead soldiers are not smart...

He was wrong, and Captain Pem was also wrong. He realized this before he died, but the loss of blood hastened the process of his death.

He tilted his neck and stared at the captain who was still fighting ahead, and slowly closed his eyes.

Pem's eyes were already bloodshot. His dear and beloved teammates all fell in front of him one by one, but he was like a child. When facing bad guys, he didn't even have any strength. The oath he made, he said that he would lead this group of young men to fight in all directions and make them an indestructible army, but now he has broken his promise, even a small undead soldier can't break through, let alone a mysterious and unknown desert .

The undead soldier with the ability to jump suddenly fell from the sky, and he landed in front of Pem. He was holding his big knife with both hands, and it was covered with the blood of countless his comrades in arms. It dripped on the ground and scattered like snowflakes.

Perm's eyes became moist, and the iron man who had been in charge for more than ten years was also touched to a weak point in his heart.

He raised the spear in his hand and declared war on the undead soldier.

But the undead soldier seemed to just want to come over to provoke him, so he just waved the big knife in his hand, and then jumped to the side.

His movement speed is definitely not something that Pem can catch up to, not to mention that even the mount under Pem's crotch has been slaughtered by undead soldiers, it is even more impossible for him to catch up with that undead soldier. This made Perm flustered. Seeing that there were fewer and fewer cavalry around him, in the end he was left alone surrounded by undead soldiers.

With the level of paladins, those low-level undead soldiers are obviously not Pem's opponents. Pem's spear can penetrate the throats of three or four undead soldiers at once, but so what? Those undead soldiers are like machines produced by a factory, endless, and they are not at all afraid that they will die.

Pem was still retreating to the rear, and a undead soldier scratched his shoulder, but he ignored it, and now was not the time to turn around and give it a hard blow.

Pem still retains reason in his heart, he wants to live, and then avenge his knight gate.

The night of war was not without tragedy, there were cries and shouts everywhere, and many children lost their fathers that night.

Perm sat on the steps of the Elven Treasure Hall. His face hadn't been washed with cold water. His hands were covered with mottled knife marks, and countless blood still flowed on them, some of which had dried up and turned into scars. , but many still retain blood.

Pem's face was even more frightening, gloomy and helpless. There was a huge scar cut on his forehead by the undead soldiers. The wound was huge, but he turned a deaf ear to it, and blood lay on the collar between his brows.

His clothes were also in dilapidated condition, and his battle armor was torn into shape. He looked like a scavenger outside.

The gun was still far away by him, and his eyes were fixed on the gun.

In the battle last night, all comrades in arms were sacrificed, and even Captain Spink died at the hands of undead soldiers.