In the dark night, the patter of rain drowned out the slightest sound. The troll didn't realize in time that danger was already following him.
A troll finally felt something was wrong and looked in the direction where his companion had fallen.
There was no one there.
Rain gurgled down on the hard rock, and the abnormal ripples could faintly reveal that there was something mixed in that was not rainwater.
What's on the ground?
He immediately drew out his machete and approached sideways. A short spear warrior patrolling nearby noticed his movement and immediately came over.
"What happened? Where is that idiot Hui Mu?"
"Shh." The scimitar warrior leaned down warily and touched the damp ground. He raised his hand and looked again. He saw that besides the water marks, there was also a pool of strange viscous liquid on his fingers.
"Living corpse!"
The warriors who guard the pyramids are already familiar with this slime—the secretion of the decaying bodies of the infected. The Scimitar Warriors also shouted warnings at the first opportunity.
As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp bone tail pierced the chest of the short spear warrior beside him, and his body was hung high.
The scimitar warrior rolled over almost instinctively, dodged another bone tail that was close at hand, and chopped it off with a flip of his hand.
This knife was like chopping on metal. The scimitar warrior had no time to check the results, turned around and rushed towards the camp, shouting for help at the same time. However, before he could take a few steps, a pale bone chain whizzed past, with the sharp hook at the end nailed to his thigh.
"ah--!"
The scimitar warrior screamed and was dragged into the darkness. He struggled desperately and slashed with the knife, but he was still lifted up like a frog bitten by a poisonous snake, until he was lifted to a huge grinning mouth...
There was the sound of chewing in the darkness.
Just in front of the troll team, a pair of huge ice bone wings spread out in the darkness, and a beating cold cyclone was imprisoned in the huge sternum. It looked at the prey like a blue one-eye, and six giant arms composed of countless bones waved. With bone chains, bone shields, bone spears, bone sickles and giant axes, the long tail covered with bone spurs whipped wildly in the strong wind.
A huge undead monster blocked the troll's way, and a low roar lingered in the soul:
"The Bone Judge Gratoni!"
"This is a rotten corpse!"
"An undead creature of extraordinary level!"
"It actually blocked us in front of us..."
"We're screwed!"
All the trolls had been frightened for a long time, and when they saw Gulatoni appearing, their faces turned pale.
Venosis was also flustered. Seeing that the team was about to collapse, he gritted his teeth and raised his voice to encourage his tribe:
"Don't be afraid! This is just a puppet stitched together with rotten flesh. It cannot be considered a true extraordinary creature after leaving the slavery of the Death Knight!
"I have already calculated that the Human King's army has arrived at this time. It is impossible for the Death Knight to fight him..."
The shouts that inspired the troops suddenly turned into murmurs. The trolls looked at Venosis, who was encouraging everyone, staring blankly at the dark narrow passage ahead, speechless in horror.
In the hazy rain and fog, an indescribable figure slowly emerged.
His eyes shone with a breathtaking crimson light. Staring directly at this light, one's soul seems to be sucked into a bottomless whirlpool.
As soon as the knight appeared, the ground was polluted and filled with surging black mud. The four hooves of the skeleton horse trampled the mud, and the black mud splashed even the rain at night was tainted with evil and chaos!
His existence assimilated the surrounding environment; wherever the iron hoof went, it seemed as if it had been smeared with ink, and the gloomy and dark aura spread and expanded with extremely powerful aggression!
The most terrifying supernatural creature under the demigods, the death knight who leads the undead army and walks in the gap between life and death has arrived!
The icy cyclone swirled around the knight and the skeletal horse, and the darkness followed closely, and the withering wail was singing.
"Hoo-ho-"
His voice seemed to reverberate and hit in the cavity for a long time before it came out, making people feel a frightened urge to turn around and run away immediately.
"The trolls of Zul'haka.
"Surrender, or die."
Venosis's answer was to walk out of the guard directly.
He looked like a scholar and was wearing robes. However, when he walked forward, his face was distorted, his body expanded rapidly, his steps became heavier and heavier, and his eyes glowed with a scarlet red light:
"Apostle of the Ability God, you took great pains to ambush us here, but you didn't bring the cursed army with you. The death knight who left the zombie tide is just a stronger monster.
"As long as you are sacrificed, all the rituals required by my master will be complete, and His wings that cover the sky will come again."
Venosis pulled off his robe and mutated into a ferocious creature that was five meters tall. It looked like a Tyrannosaurus rex. Its body was covered with strong dark green scales, and its nails were extremely sharp, even shining with a heart-stopping cold light. The thick long tail made a roar that broke through the air as it swung.
The most horrifying thing is that the crocodile-like head of this Tyrannosaurus rex actually has the face of a troll, which seems to have been distorted by extreme pain and chaos, with its mouth open and howling madly:
"Let you see the true power of Zulhakar!
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Beside the altar at the top of the tall pyramid, Griffith tapped his forehead, smiled and said to Erza next to him, "I blocked the high-ranking priest on the mountain road to the north. He turned into a tyrannosaurus. Look at it this way Come on, the rest of the high-ranking troll lords may have some factors mixed with giant beast mutations."
"Then let me deal with the trolls," Erza said with concern, "You can concentrate on fighting Commodus."
"It's just a two-front battle. I can handle it," Griffith shook his head. "Your divinity is only temporarily suppressed. If you lose control again, it will be dangerous; not to mention how can the general reserve team act rashly."
At this time, in the town under the cliff, the Commodus Army had arrived for reinforcements.
2,000 troll pikemen were organized into 20 auxiliary squadrons to form the first line, and the legion spread out on the second line.
50 squadrons, 4,700 heavy infantrymen. Each heavy infantry wears a helmet decorated with red feathers, a breastplate and greaves, holds a large shield covered with hard leather copper plates in his left hand, and holds a 2-meter shield in his right hand. A long armor-piercing throwing spear.
They were veterans of Beyeland, the elite troops who followed Commodus' expedition. There was room for maneuver between the squadrons, and they lined up in eight deep columns and pressed forward quickly. If a powerful enemy dares to attack the military formation, no shield or armor can stop them from a full 20-yard throw.
800 musketeers equipped with the latest muskets completely replaced the old-fashioned archers and slingers, and the organized skirmisher squadrons and squads were scattered around the grand square.
The night was gloomy, but Commodus still faced the pressure of the Bayerland expeditionary force. He couldn't wait any longer, so he lit the nearby forest on fire, and the army illuminated by the fire swept in like a dark cloud.
They were separated by the undulating terrain, scattered manors and houses, forming three raging tributaries, marching from three routes towards the suburban cemetery, the town and the three bases of the pyramid... Although the hatchery of the undead is very cruel and dangerous, in this vast world In front of the army, it was like a candle in the wind.
There was a sickening splash and crackle underfoot as the soldiers' boots stomped on the spreading black mud. These disgusting rots can make people sink into their ankles, and the speed of advancement has also slowed down.
"Quickly, destroy those hatcheries!" Commodus's officers and sergeants gave orders one after another, and they must accelerate forward regardless of the separation of the formation.
As long as the cemetery and town are destroyed, the production and support of the undead army will be cut off! Burn the black crystal tower, and the black mud will shrink and fade away!
Suddenly there was a roar like a shower in the air, followed by a loud sound of metal collision and screams. The pikemen and legionnaires charging at the front seemed to have hit a wall, and were suddenly suffocated on the spot in an extremely sudden manner!
The sharp spikes, which were more ferocious than throwing spears, pierced into the flesh and blood, tearing the soldiers into pieces of flesh and blood! Those pieces of flesh and blood were sprinkled on the ground and immediately dissolved, being digested by the greedy and thirsty black mud in just a few seconds!
On the only way to the three bases, Griffith has already deployed more than a hundred wild beasts! They flashed out from the shadow of the building and fired a volley at the advancing legions.
(End of chapter)
