Scar remained silent.

"So he hated someone and thought he should be responsible for everything. This idea is naive in itself. Look, the magicians are about to cast their spells!"

Above the dim sky, a red light flashed.

"Magic? Hope is a spell that can provide us with protection and other blessings..."

"It depends on luck." The old man also looked at the sky with hope. "If the direction of the wind is suitable for using these magic..."

Scar understands the old man's meaning. The power of magic comes from the eight kinds of energy flowing in the world - the True God Church calls these eight kinds of energy "wind". Each kind of energy is an independent faction and requires completely different ways to use and manipulate. Those who can control and control these energy are called magicians.

However, this so-called "domination and control" is actually limited. For example, on the battlefield, the magician cannot actually choose what spells he can use. Because the flow of magic wind is impermanent, at a certain moment, the flow of wind is only suitable for using a certain special magic. If other spells that are inconsistent with the magic wind, the danger of magic will increase dramatically (the mage may have some unpleasant accidents at any time, such as explosions or turning into stones), and the power of magic will decrease dramatically. In simple terms, when the magic wind is violent and fierce, those slow and gentle spells cannot be used, and when the magic wind is calm and calm, using those explosive spells is to seek death by yourself.

Of course, there are also some best mages who can avoid these disadvantages to a certain extent and thus use multiple spells. But even the most powerful magicians cannot use all magic at the same time.

In the impression of ordinary people, magicians are dangerous elements who throw out a fireball at will. Indeed, on weekdays, magicians can extract trace amounts of energy from the magic wind, gather them to form protective magic or do something else. But such small things are far from the real value of magicians. These small spells can deal with at most three or five opponents. Five or six magicians can truly exert their strength on the battlefield, which is enough to reverse the outcome of tens of thousands of troops.

The expected blessing spell did not happen. The red light in the sky continued to flash, and then disappeared.

"I don't know what magic those vampires... will use..." The old man licked his chapped lips and said in a low voice.

Everyone knows that vampires and their subordinates, the Dark Wizards, use another magical energy that is completely different from the magic Ba Feng, which is called the so-called Dark Magic. This is an evil and depraved power, and only monsters like vampires or dark wizards dare to use it. One of the most famous uses of this magic is to use the undead. Let the dead bones and rotten corpses get up again and form an undead legion.

However, people know very little about that kind of magic. Even the old man who claimed to be a sacred knight knew little.

From afar, you can already see something coming out of the yellow sand. It was a shocking and terrifying scene.

Countless white bones, wearing rusty ancient armor, carrying swords and spears, and holding crude shields, walked over from the yellow sand.

This is a difficult and suffocating time. Although the relevant knowledge about the Immortal Legion has been promoted over and over again, when you really see those dead people walking towards you with your naked eyes, it still makes you feel nervous.

The old man gently patted Scar on the shoulder.

"Don't be nervous, look at their speed... It will take at least half an hour to get here. The best way to eliminate tension before the battle is to chat..."

"How can you be so calm?"

"Because we have made money. If it weren't for this, we would have been executed long ago. If we think about it this way, we will be much more balanced. We are all chess pieces. It is best to have the awareness of chess pieces and not treat ourselves as chess players."

"Chess piece? Chess player?"

"As a book says, chess players can make choices, but chess pieces cannot be chosen. Everyone in the world agrees with this. Of course, some people can actually decide whether they are chess pieces or chess players on their own. Do you know why you have fallen to this point today, and why you are full of anger and unwillingness? Because you don't make the right choice when you have a choice, and then you regard yourself as a chess player when you are a chess piece. If you can survive this time, remember one thing."

"What's the matter?"

"If you want to dominate your own destiny, you can only become a powerful person! Otherwise, no matter how you play, you will be just a clown."

"Boom!" Suppose the cannons in the rear began to fire. The shells fell in the middle of the large array of the Immortal Legion, plowing out a clear trace. Wherever the shells went, all the skeleton soldiers were destroyed and turned into countless pieces of bone.

But immediately, the other undead made up for their companions' positions. The traces of the shells plowed out were fleeting.

Behind the artillery, on a tallest sand dune, the human generals were observing the results of the cannon.

"Very good, order the artillery to open fire freely! Let the archers come forward and come behind the criminal soldiers and prepare for battle."

The fat man looked proudly at the shells that knocked the skeletons flying everywhere. Judging from the speed of the Immortal Legion, by the time they finally entered melee, each cannon had already fired enough shells, which was too many that the Immortal Legion suffered very serious losses.

The magicians also took action at the right time. Unlike the blessing magic that Scars were looking forward to, the magic wind at this moment seemed to be suitable for the use of destructive spells. The human magician controlled the magic wind flowing in the atmosphere, extracting pure flames and destructive energy from it, and then poured this energy into the middle of the Immortal Legion. Balls of flames exploded in the middle of the skeleton, and wherever they went, the skeleton collapsed and collapsed, and returned to a dead object without any threat.

"What kind of undead legion and black magic are just this level!" Seeing the huge skeleton soldiers' array shrinking rapidly under the attack of magic and cannons, the fat man laughed proudly. If this continues, when the skeleton soldiers and the criminal soldiers are in battle, there are probably only a few undead legion left.

A gust of wind suddenly blew from behind the Immortal Army, bringing up countless yellow sand, blowing along the way of the Immortal Legion. The wind is mixed with the evil aura that makes people confused and wants to vomit in their hearts.

"Black magic!" someone shouted.

Wherever the evil wind of magic went, the Immortal Legion seemed to have been injected with extra power. The skeleton soldiers were still staggering before, but now they are steadily rushing towards them. What's even more terrifying is that the skeleton soldiers who were defeated by cannons and magic just now have begun to get up again and join the ranks of their companions.

"Bastard!" The situation in front of him made the fat man verbally yell. "Send the order, the cannons will increase firepower. As soon as the enemy arrives, the archers will shoot immediately! Let the cavalry be prepared to attack and detour to the rear of the enemy."

The skeleton soldier rushed up.

The distance was so close that the criminal soldiers could clearly see their opponents. The skeleton soldiers emitted unclean light from their pupils, the ragged flags fluttered among the army, and even broken trumpets sounded, like the miserable elegy of a ghost.

The rain of arrows in the sky fell, causing groups of skeletons to fall, but life that had died once would no longer be afraid. The skeleton soldiers rushed up with their bows and arrows and started a close battle with the Sin soldiers. The intense fear originating from instinct made more than one Sin soldiers shout and try to turn around and run away. However, their waists were tied together by iron chains and could not retreat. The Sin soldiers had no choice but to fight to the death.

The fat man was satisfied with seeing that the forwards of both sides were in a stalemate, and the criminal soldiers blocked the opponent's attack. Cannons, bows and muskets could steadily exert firepower.

"Send orders to artillery and archers, musketeers, shoot at the most dense places of the enemy, and don't worry about accidental injury. Those sinners are scum, and it's best to die. Well, let the regular army come forward and tell them that if the sinners dare to retreat, they will kill them on the spot! Let the light cavalry rest, save physical strength, and rely on them if they need to pursue them."

The three spears concentrated and thorned, and the skeleton soldier fell down. The black magic energy connecting its skeleton was disturbed and dispersed, making it become a bone that cannot move again.

"Please pay attention to the length of the chain and don't chase it casually." The old man shouted at the top of his lungs.

It should be said that he commanded well, and the entire team of criminal soldiers gathered in a group. Whenever the undead rushed up, they were attacked by multiple spears and were knocked down, so no one was injured yet. But overall, the criminal soldiers were killed or injured, and the criminal soldiers on the front line had been killed or killed, and more than half of them were killed or injured on the second line. Many people fell under the bows and arrows and bullets shot from behind.

They can no longer hold on... They have changed from the second line to the front line, and then from the front line to the protruding part, and are being attacked more and more. Although the old man cleverly commands everyone to gradually retreat and try to share the pressure with friendly troops, this situation is only their team. Not every criminal squad has a recognized leader who is proficient in combat formations.

The front-line soldiers have been fighting for more than an hour. According to normal regulations, the front-line soldiers should be allowed to temporarily retreat and rest and recover. However, the generals do not care about the lives of the criminal soldiers. Even bows and bullets fall on them from time to time. If they change to an opponent, the old man may lead the entire team to surrender.

But they face puppets that are not living people, but driven by dark magic, without emotion or reason.

"Okay, let's retreat, otherwise we will become the target of the enemy's focus attack!" The old man shouted, leading the entire team to retreat in the short space now and retreat to the friendly forces, winning them a short chance of breathing that they shouldn't have.

A rumbling sound came from afar.

The old man turned his head and looked at the huge smoke and dust that appeared in the distance. It seemed like a red line, twisting and twisting in the yellow sand.

"What is that?" Almost everyone in the team saw this weird thing.

"No... impossible..." the old man murmured to himself as he looked at the winding red lines from afar.

The line moved very quickly, and in a blink of an eye it had become clearer from far to near. It was actually not a red line, but many small red dots. The small red dots moved in the yellow desert, causing smoke and dust in the sky.

"What is that?" Scar looked into the distance, and the cavalry that looked like red? But the horse could not run so fast. If it was the cavalry of the undead, these things were red again. "Our reinforcements?"
Chapter completed!