"Take down these bastards! The honor of the Norse people cannot be trampled upon by evil!"
"Kill! Die, monsters!"
"This is the sacred territory of the Norse race, go back to the Demon Realm!!"
"boom!"
On a heavily fortified battle line, ice crystals burst open, sweeping up a layer of roaring frost that instantly extinguished the magical defenses of melee fighters, freezing their armor into ice sculptures. As the undead army charged, they exploded into a pile of ice shards, with pieces of flesh flying everywhere!
But the next moment, the mage chanted a spell and launched a counterattack. More than a dozen fireballs, trailing flames, landed heavily among the undead army. Flames splashed, bones shattered, and a large number of undead were blown away on the spot!
"Hold on, reinforcements are on their way!"
On the high platform, the commander of this battle line sat in the rear, his eyes wide open, a fierce aura swirling around him. He wielded a long sword that unleashed fiery blade energy, shredding the charging skeletons into dust from more than twenty meters away!
Mike, a senior butler of the Goburn family, is a high-ranking member of the family who succeeds Hrulf as head of the Shadow Guard.
His expression was grave as he directed a group of mages to launch long-range fire support, but the enemy deployed their ace, forcing him to send out a distress signal.
"roar!"
A sudden sound of bones shattering rang out. A monstrous beast with a skeletal body swung its tail, unleashing a series of sharp air bursts from its tailbone, turning the knights who had charged into the vicinity into a cloud of blood mist.
The monstrous beast, bathed in splattered blood, looked up at the twilight night, raised its head, and let out a sharp screech. On its back sat a mage.
This is a slender undead skeleton, draped in an enigmatic magic robe, holding a bone staff carved from ice crystals, with a blood-red flame of soul fire overflowing from its eye sockets, carrying the indifference of a desolate winter. Silver-rank professionals who exchange glances with it will feel a shiver in their souls, as if they were in a cold cave, enduring the baptism of frost.
The Skeleton Archmage is one of the trump cards activated by the necromancer after his resurrection.
This is a rare existence among the undead, a great mage capable of summoning elements such as fireballs, frost, lightning, and gales. Its rarity is no less than that of a poisonous corpse born from the walking dead.
Under the blessing of the demon god at dusk, the skeleton mage's rank skyrocketed, transforming from an eighth-tier silver mage into a supreme silver mage who had unlocked his frost potential. He wielded ice explosion magic with ease, turning the battlefield into a frost domain. Within this domain, enemy troops not only suffered from the torment of the cold, with their agility reduced by 15% and defense by 20%, but were also constantly attacked by hidden ice explosion skeletons, sending them to meet their demise in a single burst.
"Die! You monsters! Go back to the abyss!"
A burly man wielded a giant axe, slashing away nearby skeletons. But a small skeleton seized the opportunity to leap up, its pale white skeletal flames instantly turning deep blue, frost covering its entire skeletal body.
"boom!"
The skull exploded instantly, the force of which sent the burly man flying. An armored arm was blown off, spraying blood mist, which made all the professionals extremely wary!
It was this Ice Explosion Skeleton, modified by the Skeleton Archmage and hidden within, that plunged the group of professionals into a shadow of fear, proving to be quite troublesome.
What made things even worse for the professionals was that the Skeleton Archmage was skilled in troop deployment. A group of skeleton shield-axemen would advance, and as the skeleton soldiers charged, skeleton spearmen would sneak up on them through gaps. Meanwhile, a group of skeleton archers would target their own mages. Their archery skills were superb, and their specially made bone arrows had the effect of piercing armor. If it weren't for the ample supplies provided by the higher-ups, which armed the mages to the teeth, the high-speed arrows would have almost wiped out the mages, causing the situation to deteriorate completely!
"My lord, if this drags on for too long, we cannot hold out for this long!"
One of Mike's guards shouted, holding a crossbow and shooting arrows. He had lost a leg in the battle, but his comrades dragged him away, which saved his life.
The fact that even the Imperial Guards were sent into battle shows just how dire the situation had become!
"Prepare to retreat. If the support team hasn't arrived by then, we'll pack up and leave."
Mike gritted his teeth, but remained conscious, and said.
Supplies were plentiful, but manpower for defense was the most crucial factor. This was a war of attrition, and both sides were well aware of each other's objectives. However, he did not expect that the first wave of the demons would send out such troublesome individuals.
As the strongest fighter in the defense line, Mike must maintain his peak condition, follow the patriarch's orders to protect his family's mages, and create a standoff with the skeleton archmage.
This was also his predicament. If he were not bound by his family, he would have decided to organize a decapitation squad, with himself as the spearhead, and while his subordinates were engaged in the main battle, he would sneak into the houses on one side of the street, locate the Skeleton Archmage, and assassinate him in secret!
But perhaps what awaits him is not the exposed skeleton archmage, but a trap prepared by the enemy, which is also one reason why he cannot afford to take the risk.
"We don't have much longer to live! I... I have to go back to protect my wife and children!"
A tall, warrior-class warrior cried out, tears streaming down his face. Swords and axes slashed deep gashes across his face, and his waist armor shattered, almost splitting open. Under the horrified gazes of his comrades, his blood-stained intestines spilled from the crack, drops of blood falling to the ground…
The intestines were steaming hot and trembling on the ground, like wriggling worms.
He has suffered a fatal wound and is dying!
The life mage in charge of the treatment gritted his teeth and cast the healing spell he was about to complete on another professional with minor injuries.
In war, maintaining the fighting capacity is the responsibility of healers.
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