Chapter 120: Being a ruthless villain who doesn’t talk much
"The strength of the undead will increase a lot after dark?"
William really didn't know about this.
To be honest, there has never been such a large number of undead on the continent of Esk. Even if individual undead appeared, they were historical stories from a long, long time ago.
In the entire continent of Esk, no one knows anything about the undead, and there are no professionals in this field.
To the people of the continent of Esk, the undead are creatures that exist only in legends.
If no one reminded William, he would have no idea that the undead would become stronger at night.
The clergyman nodded quickly. "Yes, this record is from page 86 of the Eight Sections of the Oracle, which talks about the enemies of God , and includes relevant records about the dead."
The Eight Sections of the Oracle is not a must-read book for clergy. It is rather a casual historical reading material provided to clergy in the temple. William has hardly read this book.
"Looks like we have to change our plans!"
Father William's face was full of sternness. He waved his hand and said, "Give the order. March at full speed. We must start attacking the city in the north before dark!"
"good!"
The clergy breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, they had reminded Father William, otherwise we would definitely suffer losses when fighting the undead at night.
"Your Excellency, High Priest, we just need to pass through the outer forest of the Northern Forest ahead, and the rest of the journey will be much easier. As long as we cast a large-scale acceleration spell, we can quickly reach the Northern City."
The Northern Forest is very large. The outer forest does not actually belong entirely to the Northern Forest, but is a forest area extending out from the Northern Forest.
This forest is right in the way and there is no way to get around it.
"good."
William nodded and sent the vanguard into the forest.
This is to prevent surprise attacks by the undead. The forest terrain is not suitable for cavalry combat and is extremely susceptible to ambushes.
After the vanguard army passed through the forest safely, William breathed a sigh of relief and continued to lead the army into the forest. The Knights Templar also dismounted and followed the soldiers into the woods.
Twenty minutes later, all the imperial troops entered the deeper part of the forest.
at this time.
“Boom!”
There was a sudden explosion, and flames suddenly burst out from all sides of the forest, surrounding the entire forest in an instant.
“Crackle!”
The fire burned fiercely, and countless trees turned into burning torches in an instant. Flames shot up into the sky, and rolling heat waves came from all directions.
"There's an ambush!"
Father William was shocked: "This is advanced fire magic, pyromancy!"
A single flame spell cannot burn such a large forest, unless many fire magicians cast this advanced flame magic at the same time!
"Quick! Monks, use your magic to put out the flames!"
Just as William was yelling, a loud laugh full of arrogance was heard.
"Little guys, Daddy has been waiting for you for a long time!"
A skeleton in armor, carrying his signature large bone knife, led the undead army and walked out from the depths of the forest in the light of fire.
"It's you!"
William narrowed his eyes slightly. He recognized Long Aotian. This arrogant skeleton carrying a large blue bone knife left a deep impression on him.
In a recent raid, it was this skeleton soldier who led a large group of undead to desperately delay time, which resulted in the burning of the Empire Legion's food supplies.
"That's right, it's me, your father! Big Brother Aotian! The undead villain!"
Long Aotian laughed wildly, his attitude was extremely arrogant and presumptuous. William had never seen such... such an undead with such a villainous temperament!
It's just short of having the words "I'm a villain" written on his face.
"Hey, how about the sea of fire tactics?"
Long Aotian chuckled, and countless undead players soon appeared behind him. They had already used the invisibility scrolls in the points mall to hide in the forest, waiting for the imperial army.
The vanguard troops that were exploring the trap were deliberately let go in order to wait for the main force of the imperial army to enter the forest, and then at the same time, more than ten high-level fire magic scrolls earned from the Magician's Guild were thrown out.
"You are all dead today!"
Long Aotian raised the bone knife in his hand, pointed it at Father William, and sneered: "The so-called light will be burned to ashes by the flames today!"
In ancient times, Zhou Yu burned Chibi, and now Aotian burns the enemy army.
When he thought of this, Long Aotian felt extremely proud. This was the ambush tactic he personally proposed.
The undead are not afraid of fire and ice, and their sense of pain is almost non-existent. Fighting in a sea of fire, the human empire army will never be as fearless as the undead.
William was shaking with anger.
These undead spirits are too arrogant!
They don't care about justice and light at all!
What made William most angry was that he fell into the trap again!
William couldn't figure out how this group of undead were hiding in the forest, and why the detection magic that was most sensitive to the breath of the undead couldn't find any trace of the undead.
"I……"
Long Aotian wanted to say a few more words, but Ma Kesi suddenly reminded him: "Brother Long, villains die because they talk too much..."
"Forehead."
Long Aotian was stunned, and ordered without hesitation: "Attack! Start the group fight!"
We have to be a villain who is ruthless and doesn't talk much, so that we can live longer.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
The members of the Aotian Club can be described as the vanguard among the players. They always rush to the front in every team fight and are extremely brave, which fits in with Long Aotian's game principle of defying everything.
"It's time to score points! Everyone, follow the formation and don't mess around!"
Player commanders shouted in the team battle channel: "Newcomers, don't rush to the front, it will disrupt the formation. Let the veteran players who have participated in team battles take the lead first! Newcomers, don't be impatient!"
"Nurse, focus on healing the front row, don't worry about the output!"
"Deliver the damage to the back, don't hit your own people!"
"Newbies, pay attention to learning. Don't be confused or panic! Find the right opportunity to deal damage and you'll win!"
This time, Long Aotian brought with him a total of more than 30,000 undead players, who were spread out to occupy the advantageous terrain of the not-so-spacious forest. They could weaken the temple's vitality .
"High Father, what should we do now?" The clergy were a little panicked. Most of the monks had never participated in a formal war, so they were inevitably at a loss when faced with such a large scene.
Father William took a deep breath and sang loudly: "The light of our Lord spreads all over the earth, together with the sunshine and rain, it brings us hope and vitality. Follow our Lord..."
A pure white divine light burst out from the body of the high priest, and the strong light, accompanied by loud chanting, enveloped all the soldiers of the imperial army.
The white divine light dispersed the flames and protected the soldiers. It also calmed the minds of every confused monk and made them join in the chanting.
"This is the great divine art [Ode to Light]!"
Some of the Temple Knights were so excited that their expressions suddenly became fanatical and determined.
"kill!"
At a command from Archfather William, the soldiers of the Imperial Legion's infantry regiment bravely stepped forward, and the Temple Knights rushed out from both sides and began a head-on confrontation with the undead!
"Wow, you are quite capable."
Long Aotian touched his jaw bone and commented to Father William: "To be honest, this move is very strong. The advantage of fire attack is completely lost."
After the great divine magic was cast, the flames could not burn the imperial army, and the undead's advantage on the battlefield disappeared.
Fighting in a world full of magic, even a low-magic world, the changes and uncontrollable factors in the battle situation are much more numerous than in a normal world.
A powerful magic or divine art can completely reverse the disadvantage.
"Power increases!"
"God's Guardian!"
"Glorious Wound!"
The monks chanted loudly, and cast one magical power after another on the imperial soldiers, greatly increasing their defense and strength, while also boosting their fighting spirit.
The empire's soldiers had determined looks on their faces. They walked on the flames and fought with the undead in the sea of fire.
