"Ship...Captain! What should we do now?" asked a hobgoblin in a trembling voice.

No matter who it is, being surrounded by more than two hundred undead creatures would involuntarily feel fear.

Didn't you see that even the ogres, who were always stupid and only knew how to rush forward and smash things, were retreating cautiously? As for the orcs, who had never had any connection with the word "loyalty", they turned around several times to look at the small wooden boats turned upside down on the beach.

If Captain Bloody Hand's reputation had not had some deterrent effect, they would have scattered and fled long ago.

This is why the backbone of the ship has always been the evil and lawful earth elves, rather than humans, orcs, or ogres with amazing combat power.

Only under the management of the earth elves will the entire pirate ship have strict discipline and strong combat effectiveness.

Hallett took a deep breath, suddenly pulled out another dagger from his waist, pointed at the soldier who was standing still, and shouted to his men: "Go and catch him! Only by catching this guy can we force out the necromancer hiding behind the scenes. Otherwise, we can't run away even if we want to. Don't forget, the undead don't need to breathe. Once they rush up and overturn the boat, and then drag people underwater, we will all drown."

moment!

All the pirates' faces changed.

Even the orc who was preparing to escape in the chaos just a second ago gave up his original plan and prepared to fight to the death.

Because they knew that their captain was right.

At the speed of the boat, no matter how hard we paddled, it would be impossible to get rid of these undead spirits who were not afraid of death and did not need to breathe in the shallow water.

"Do you think you can threaten the master by catching me? How naive!" The soldier sneered as he stood there.

He had no intention of retreating or escaping at all.

Instead, he used the dagger to gently cut the skin and blood vessels on his wrist, letting the blood drip down his fingers to the ground.

This obvious act of self-mutilation immediately aroused the pirates' vigilance.

But before they could figure out what the other party was trying to do, the originally slow-moving zombies around them suddenly became restless like sharks smelling blood.

Some guys were even attracted by the smell of fresh blood and fell into an abnormal state of madness.

"Oh no! Stop that damn guy! He wants to commit suicide!"

Hallett was well-informed and immediately recognized that the soldiers were activating some terrible undead magic ritual through sacrifice.

But unfortunately, he was still a step late.

Just as the ogres, hobgoblins and orc pirates roared and rushed forward, the summoned human soldier stabbed the dagger into his own heart without hesitation.

To be precise, this was the real task that Zuo Si assigned to him.

Feeling his life force draining away, the soldier shouted with all his strength before dying: "Fear! Tremble before the power of the master! None of you can escape!"

When he died, the sacrifice was complete!

An indescribable chilly feeling enveloped the entire beach!

The bonfire that was originally burning brightly suddenly went out without any warning.

At the same time, all the surviving pirates present shuddered at the same time, feeling that the temperature of the surrounding environment seemed to be dropping rapidly.

As for those zombies that moved abnormally, it was as if they had been injected with chicken blood and stimulants. Both their reaction and movement speed were greatly improved.

What's even worse is that they react more violently to the breath of the living.

In the blink of an eye, more than two hundred resurrected zombies roared and charged towards the pirates guarding the beach.

"Keep in tight formation! Get ready to attack!"

Harlet wields the jewel-encrusted scimitar and chops off the head of a human zombie.

He understood that if he did not step forward to calm people's hearts at this time, they might be overwhelmed by a wave of undead.

At the same time, at the moment when the scimitar hit the neck, a flash of silver lightning flashed on the blade.

After all, after so many years of sailing on the sea, Hallett had already accumulated a rich fortune.

It is a very common thing to buy yourself some magical weapons and equipment.

As for the other pirates, when they saw that their captain was fighting desperately, they did not bother to think too much and quickly formed a circular defensive position to fight to the death with the zombies that were pouring in like a tide.

Because the battle was so fierce, no one noticed that the bodies of the suicide soldiers had disappeared without a trace at some point.

Zuo Si, who had been hiding in the woods and had never shown his face, was wearing a pair of glasses that had [Dark Vision] and [Hyperopia Magic] fixed, closely following the fierce fighting not far away, and then commented expressionlessly, "He is indeed worthy of being a guy who has made such a big name in the Nelanther Islands and the Sword Sea.

He was able to train a group of low-quality pirates like an army.

It seems that my choice to hide first was indeed the right one.

If we were to fight head-on, the chances of winning would probably be very, very low.

Especially Harlet, who must have been carrying some powerful magical items.

So don’t worry, just observe for a while…”

The subsequent development of the situation was just as Zuo Si had expected.

As the resurrected low-level undead, driven by magical rituals, launched a frantic attack on the defensive formation of the pirates, and even dragged those orcs and hobgoblins out, pinned them to the ground and devoured them alive, the pirate captain finally revealed his first trump card.

It was a silver amulet hanging around his neck.

Harlett took out an oval badge from the end of the necklace from his clothes and whispered something to himself. Suddenly, it burst into a dazzling holy light.

The next second...

All the zombies within a ten-meter radius fell down in an instant and never got up again.

No doubt they were purified by some positive energy spell stored within the amulet.

This alone cleared out at least twenty undead.

But soon, the following zombies rushed up again.

After all, the biggest advantage of undead creatures is that they will never feel tired or afraid.

Even if they are facing gods, even if all their kind around them are dead and they are the only ones left, low-level undead creatures with little intelligence will still attack without fear.

"Captain! If you have any tricks up your sleeve, use them all now. We can't hold on any longer!" a seriously injured earth elf reminded breathlessly.

Beside him, the two main fighting ogres were covered in wounds, with several bite marks on their arms and thighs.

Most importantly, the continuous and fierce fighting exhausted everyone's physical strength.

Almost every pirate who was still alive opened his mouth wide and tried desperately to breathe in more air, and his lungs felt as if they were on fire and were in terrible pain.

"I know! Let's hold on a little longer! There aren't many of these undead left!"

Hallet shouted without turning his head, then raised his left hand and activated a magic ring on his index finger that looked like a goat's horn.

moment!

A goat-headed phantom made entirely of magical energy appeared out of thin air and rushed forward at an extremely fast speed.

Boom!!!!!!!!!!!! With a deafening roar, all the zombies that were blocking the direction of the goat-headed phantom were knocked away at least ten meters.

The terrifying force even broke two coconut trees that were as thick as an adult man's waist.

(End of this chapter)