"What's wrong?" Hearing the muffled groan in his ears, Snorri lowered his head and found that Stringer had squatted on the ground and covered his mouth and nose with his hands.
"I, the flow of my rune power has been interfered with! Be careful, cough!"
Snorri frowned when he heard this. To be honest, he didn't have a thorough understanding of the vampire arms, and he could only accurately identify the high-level ones.
But the current situation does not allow him to hesitate. The spirits are attacking his own people unilaterally. As a leader he must stand up and buy some time.
Snorri slowly injected the power of the runes in his body into the Anvil of Doom. As expected, he felt some resistance. With Stringer's lessons learned, he did not rush to activate the rune but followed the power to find the source.
Snorri quickly focused his attention on the corpse brazier on the corpse truck. The dark fire burning in it was not simple.
The smoke from these corpse-fueled flames is mixed with warpstone shards, and the combination of these blasphemous powers can temporarily drive enemy mages into mental confusion.
"We have to deal with that thing first!" Snorri muttered.
"Look at the hammer!" He suddenly roared and struck out with a storm hammer.
The undead magic instructor had been secretly wary of Snorri's move. He was also present at the previous ambush in the deserted village. He knew that the dwarf leader sitting in an open sedan had such a unique flying hammer skill that could kill even spirits!
"I expected this move!" The bald necromancer was secretly happy. In his opinion, Snorri was too impatient. He jumped off the corpse truck and crouched under the physical protection of the surrounding guards.
Undead magic focuses on the power of summoning corpses and vicious curses. Its direct lethality is average, and there are almost no self-defense spells. Don't you see that Nagash, the Lord of the Dead, has been defeated time and time again and ran to the underworld to wait for resurrection.
Anyone who disturbs the rest of the dead is like a street rat anywhere. This necromancer can grow up under the siege of the Church of Moore, the Sigmar Sect, the Lake God Sect, etc. Apart from anything else, his ability to detect danger and save his life is second to none.
However, he waited for a long time and did not notice the hammer flying overhead. When he looked up carefully, he found that the corpse brazier on the corpse truck was shattered on the ground. Snorri has never been confident enough to crush the enemy's chief among thousands of troops. It is not easy for anyone to make a name for himself in this world.
Without the interference of the corpse brazier, Stringer calmly released the runes of anger and destruction again to kill the spirit body. Just as Snorri was about to set off his rune, he heard a strange noise above his head.
Seven or eight tall, winged humanoid beings swooped down from the sky and came straight towards him! These guys have red hair and are several times larger than humans.
"Are there only bloodthirsty ghosts?" Snorri looked at these guys and breathed a sigh of relief. The vampire's army is full of monsters with the ability to fly, and he can't hope to face only the ferocious bats.
Snorri released the magical wind contained in the anvil, temporarily attaching magical energy to the weapons of nearby allies and jumping down. The flying monsters that attacked him also pursued him one after another.
These bloodthirsty ghosts were once vampires, bossing around in front of undead slaves. But they were eventually twisted by their thirst for blood into irrational but bloodthirsty predators.
Relying only on their scarlet claws and tusks, these guys, despite their madness, still couldn't break through the dwarves' shields and armor. Instead, their naked bodies were slashed with deep wounds visible to the bones.
The Red Duke quickly commanded them to take off again, but two of them were cut down by the dwarves after just a short contact. Bloxson commanded the long-range troops and quickly organized another shot at them. The wings of the bloodthirsty ghosts were thin flesh wings similar to those of bats. Once damaged by projectiles, they would lose their ability to fly.
By the time the sky ghosts retreated with strange screams, their number was only half of what it was before they set off. Seeing Snorri climbing onto the seat again and preparing to release the power of the runes, the Red Duke finally couldn't hold it any longer.
Seeing the vampire lord in the distance pulling back the nightmare beast and preparing to sprint and take off, Snorri secretly applauded his strategic decision. He knew that if he hadn't released false news to make the vampires rush to attack, they would have had enough time to sweep through the various ancient battlefields and corpse pits in Chalon Forest.
At that time, zombie dragons, horror beasts, and bloodthirsty bat wolves will cover the sky and the moon. What is running on the ground may not be a low-level corpse truck, but a black carriage pulled by a spirit body and a ghost engine with an evil soul sealed may appear.
"You cowardly dwarf, do you dare to fight me?"
Seeing that the flying troops' raid failed to achieve any success, the ground troops could not take advantage of the confrontation. The Red Duke had a lance in one hand and a sword in the other. He was suspended in the air and pointed his gun at Snorri to challenge.
"Hahaha, why don't you dare, but His Majesty the Duke has also seen that I am too wide to fly! Why don't you come over? Let's have a good discussion!"
Snorri stood in front of the seat and laughed loudly. The Red Duke was a blood dragon vampire without the ability to cast spells. He was not worried about an age curse or anything else hitting his face directly.
In Snorri's view, the Red Duke's tactics of trying to solve problems through individual duels without gaining any advantage in the confrontation between troops are too old-fashioned. With the example of Holy Grail Knight Jacob, Snorri does not intend to use short attacks to achieve long results.
When the two called each other into formation, the dwarf troops in the front row gained the advantage after some adjustments and fighting. With Snorri destroying the corpse brazier on the corpse carrier, Stringer, free of obstacles, used his own runes to provide buffs to the troops.
His efforts bought the dwarves with rune weapons time to concentrate. When the Cairnbinder was restrained, the undead's offensive momentum was curbed.
After arriving at the forefront, the necromancer first released the fear incarnation to increase the combat effectiveness of his own side, and then continuously tried to use dark despair and soul extraction to reduce the fighting will and combat effectiveness of the dwarves.
But the dwarves were already strong-willed and highly resistant to magic, and because they were close to Snorri's Anvil of Doom, the effect of magic was weakened. He exhausted his magic reserves and still could not stop the decline of his troops.
The long sword in the hand of the necromancer was entangled and covered by the strong wind of death. Horizontal slashing and vertical slashing could cause considerable damage to Snorri's men.
However, this guy who cherishes his life does not work hard. Most necromancers make themselves into human beings and ghosts because they realize that human life is short and want to seek immortality. He and the Red Duke use each other and do not want to fight for vampires.
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