The undead troops trotted all the way quickly caught up with the army of green-skinned orcs who were in chaos and could not move forward and retreat. At this time, the corpse witches also changed the casting direction and directly cast lethal spells to cast buff magic. Sharp, armor-breaking, strong, and agile reaction... With the help of these buff magic, the skeleton troops holding super spears and forming a square array seemed to be slowly advancing mudslides, slowly, but unswervingly, and unstoppable swallowing everything ahead.

Occasionally, some orc warriors were pushed to the limit and unwilling to launch counterattacks, attempting to use their battle axes and machetes to organize the unstoppable advancement of the skeleton formation. These orcs who were dying were usually discovered at the fastest speed and then bombarded into pieces by the magic of vampire mage floating in the air. With the bonus of the Lich Throne, the black magic and undead witchcraft they used were greatly increased, the effect increased, the energy consumption decreased, and the chanting time became shorter. The combat power was greatly improved.

Under such circumstances, the offensive state of the undead troops remained for nearly an hour, and the orc troops were torn, destroyed, torn, destroyed... In this way, large tracts of them fell down like wheat harvested by a combined harvester, and were about to collapse.

"Big guy, where is the big guy?! Block it! Block it! My boys all stood up! Look at me with wide eyes! Whoever dares to run away will kill anyone!"

Seeing his troops tightening and collapse, Iron Claws? Gobard shouted loudly, ordering his elite troops to block the enemy, and at the same time, ordering his soldiers from his own tribe to act as supervisors to suppress the trend of escaping.

After such an order, nearly two thousand orc infantry in heavy armor walked towards the battlefield in great strides, flying all the wastes in front of them, and then stepped into the front line. These soldiers were the only remaining elite troops under Gobard. Compared with those terrible orc soldiers, it was like the difference between soil and stones. This hard bone suddenly stole in front of the Sylvanian army, slowing down the skeleton torrent that had originally been in a desperate situation.

At the same time, the direct troops of Gobard were also shouting wildly, cursing, pounding and even slashing the green-skinned soldiers who were panicked and retreating, forcing them to stabilize again and stabilize their positions.

"The propulsion speed has slowed down." Vared to himself.

"Yes, leader, the speed of advancement has indeed slowed down a lot," Ram replied.

"Then..." Valed thought, and the Lich Throne slowly advanced towards the battlefield. At the same time, the spirit-binding demon team guarding the Lich Throne also walked into the battlefield with Valed.

These abilities were greatly enhanced by the Lich Throne. After the roaring spirit-binding demons entered the battlefield, their originally slowed down speed suddenly increased. They waved their sickles and cut the big soldiers into scum like chopping melons and vegetables. After the only elites were gone, the collapse of the green skins finally irreversibly happened. Under the pursuit of the gray-white skeleton army, the green army rushed to the ground, wishing they had two more legs.

At this time, the light-clad cavalry who had deviated to their wings finally took their seats, waving cavalry crossbows and sabers to join the crazy pursuit.

Just as when they attacked, the corpses covered two or three layers of the swamp, and when they retreated, the green corpses and corpses were laid out in one layer. Wherever the gray-white undead army passed, there was a shocking carpet paved with green and red.

"It's over."

Gobard, who was fleeing with the panicked green skins, obviously felt that he was targeted by an existence that he could not resist. Escape - escaping desperately - he waved his battle axe and chopped all the green skins who blocked his escape, and fled mercilessly.

However, he was still chasing behind him. There was no sign of getting rid of him. The distance between the other party and him was neither shortened nor opened. It was just so close that it was so close that it was as if the other party was doing this on purpose to tease him.

Of course, teasing is just the other person's feeling, and Gobard only feels that his soul is rising. Apart from fear, fear - fear that is getting closer and closer, he can't feel any other emotions.

"Brother Dao is protecting me! If I can escape this time, I will definitely create a big statue for Brother Dao!" Gobad prayed in his heart. But it is very likely that the swallow that he fled in a panic was too annoying. So the green-skinned god did not respond to his words at all.

During the long-term pursuit, Gobard's courage and physical strength were exhausted. The sky gradually became darker. The other party seemed to be tired of such a chase game. Gobard only felt a gust of cold wind flashing behind his head, and his body became cold. He subconsciously lowered his head and took the opportunity to roll on the ground - and then he hit a large icicle with a "bang".

He struggled to get up and continue running, but he felt a force suddenly pressing down, and suddenly he pressed him down again. Gobard was so scared that he struggled hard, but the force was surprisingly great that he was not able to resist.

He struggled for a while but couldn't even struggle, so he turned his head and looked over. He saw that the man was wearing a big red cloak with a holy grail pattern embroidered with gold thread. He was wearing a mitr silver plate armor with fine gold and a mitr silver leggings plate armor. He was tilted on his head with a witchcraft crown covered with gems. He was cross-body with two swords, one long and one short, and his feet in black leather boots were stepping behind him. He looked at himself with contempt.

"Gray, gray-skinned shrimp - you, you are the gray-skinned shrimp four years ago!" Gobard brought out the Valed people at a glance. The failure four years ago under absolute advantage was a tragic event that he would never forget for life. At the last moment, he killed his war pig and forced him to escape, a nightmare that he could not escape in the middle of the night.

"It's me." Vared soon understood what Gobard was saying, but these were not important to him. No great king would carefully remember what the stepping stone under his feet looked like. It was another reason for his obsession with Gobard.

"Do you remember eighteen years ago when you defeated an undead army in the Great Wilderness and killed that army commander?" Vared asked him.

"Eighteen years ago?" Gobard was obviously stunned by Valed's words. He wanted to say, who can remember such a faraway thing? But he knew that if he wanted to survive, this topic might be the only chance.

But at this moment, Valed no longer wanted to give him a chance to continue speaking.

"It doesn't matter what it is." He said this, pulling out the Soul-Devourer, cutting Gobard's hideous and ugly head down, grab Gobard's ears, and lifting his bloody head in his hand.

"Leader, leader."

After a while, Ram ran over in anger. But Valed saw that the overall situation had been settled before, but Gobard was likely to successfully escape again, so he gave up the Lich Throne and directly stuck behind Gobard. The two chased and ran away, and ran for a long time. It was almost dark. Valed took action.

"Well, I'm here." Vared turned around with Gobard's head.

"Next time, the leader should not do this next time... After all, you...you are the leader of the army, just leave us the errand of charging into battle." Ram said angrily.

Vared shook his head and chuckled softly, "I'm not that vulnerable, my friend."

"Maybe, I have to congratulate you on this. The Count's revenge was finally avenged." Ram said to Vared.

"Is it hatred... indeed, but I don't feel happy at all." Vared so much. Then he threw the head over and Ram caught it with both hands, and then heard Vared say:

"There are still a lot of things to come, enough for us to be busy. The battle to pursue Greenskin must continue. I decided to disperse the army and let the officers command the defeated soldiers who continue to chase Greenskin. Be sure to kill them as many as possible. Then the army will clean up this generation and wave all the killed Greenskin corpses so that the greenskin will not rekindle."

"I understand, leader, this task is given to me."

"Also, send that head back to Dekenhof County, and I want all my tribesmen to know that I have avenged my father!"

"Yes, leader." After hearing what Valed said, Ram thought about it, but he understood another meaning that Valed did not say. He wanted to use Gobard's head to prove that he was far superior to his father, so as to prove his means and ability.

"How is the situation of the ghost scorpion mantis?" Valed then asked the question: "I remember they were also involved in the pursuit, and there was no sign of damage?"

"This will be tested in post-war statistics. Now, I'm afraid it's not clear." Ram replied.

"Collect information well, these are related to the further strengthening and perfection of the ghost scorpion mantis. If nothing unexpected happens, after this improvement, the ghost scorpion mantis can be fixed and produced." Vared said.

"Yes, leader, the Sylvanian army has made such great progress because you are well-leader."
Chapter completed!