The value of the Skeleton Undead lies in guarding the passage and preventing the enemy from rushing into the passage at will. Otherwise, if more than 10,000 demonized creatures are allowed to rush into the passage, the impact will be even greater.
Low-level troops like skeleton undead cannot defeat demonic creatures without more than ten or twenty of them. However, in the interconnected passages, it is impossible for the undead to stay together all the time, which gives the enemy a chance to defeat them one by one. It is better to hold on to the passages and let the enemy gather together.
Let's fight. Li Ziyu is not afraid of losing skeleton undead now. If he can exchange them for enough corpses of demonized creatures, he won't care even if he loses two or three legions of skeleton undead. Instead, he will feel that he has made a profit.
The demonized creatures fought hard and wanted to get back into the passage, but they could not withstand the increasing number of undead. There were simply too many of them, and they were simply piled up in numbers. Moreover, the area of the passage was limited, and only more than a thousand people from both sides could come into contact with each other. The demonized creatures were not immortal, and they would die if they were attacked too many times.
The undead relied on their numbers to push the opponent backwards, risking their lives. Dozens of skeleton undead exchanged for one opponent's life, and pushed the opponent to the entrance of the passage.
"Get out of my way!"
The hill troll who was blocked at the rear roared. He was over 350cm tall, with lime-gray skin, pockmarked with pustules and partially petrified skin. His roar echoed in the square like thunder. He pushed aside the demonized creature blocking the way in front of him, and swollen with a thick stone club, he faced the skeleton undead.
The stone stick swept across, and more than a dozen skeleton undead were instantly beaten to pieces. A few unlucky ones had their skulls smashed to pieces, and their soul fire dissipated and was absorbed by the hill trolls.
“It feels great!”
The hill troll shuddered violently and couldn't help but let out a long howl. The sound echoed in the passage. He was enjoying the soul fire, which stimulated him so much that he could not control himself and swung the stone club even faster.
To the undead, the tall and powerful hill trolls are like chariots. Their weapons have little damage to the hill trolls and can only scratch their skin. On the other hand, the hill trolls can destroy them with one swing of their weapons without any effort.
When the demonized creatures behind saw this, they immediately came up with an idea and followed the hill troll, sniffing hard.
Most of the scattered soul fire will be absorbed by the hill trolls, but there will always be some that are not absorbed. In such a large atmosphere of killing and casualties, the soul fire that is not absorbed will accumulate over time and the number is not small, so they can always get a share.
The hill troll didn't care about his companions behind him at all, and just rushed in. He found that the further he rushed in, the more undead there were, and the denser they stood. He was like a gorilla rushing into a termite nest, rushing wherever there were more people.
With him clearing the way, it became much easier to deal with the demonized creatures behind. They just had to kill them inside. The undead were beaten to the ground and seemed to be unable to hold on. The entrance to the passage was lost again.
He rushed a hundred meters inside. The hill troll was surrounded by dense undead. His teammates at the back could not catch up with him at all. He was fighting alone, but what could he do? Could these undead still kill him? Haha, what a joke. He didn't have to worry about anything and just swing the stick.
There is no enemy who can match me, all the soul fires are mine!
More and more soul fire was absorbed by the hill troll, and he felt that his strength was constantly increasing. If this continued, he would soon reach the critical point.
This is not the scary undead ghost in the legend, it is clearly my darling little cutie!
If anyone dares to say that the undead are bad in the future, I will be the first to smash him to death!
The hill troll had this in his mind, but he showed no hesitation in his hands as he smashed more undead to pieces and absorbed their soul fire.
The hill troll is in the limelight for destroying the skeleton undead so arrogantly and domineeringly, but his actions are also seen by the undead.
As the hill troll was killing, he looked up and discovered that there was chaos behind the undead, and it seemed that something was coming forward from behind the undead.
Could it be that we have people in the rear as well?
The hill troll was puzzled, but his hands speeded up by two points. If there were his own people, then he would have met his match. Although there were still many undead, who would be willing to share the good things? He wished that all the soul fire could be absorbed by himself.
In addition to the blue flames in the darkness, there were faint red lights. It was these red lights that knocked the undead to the ground.
The smarter undead will make way in advance, while the dumber ones will be knocked to the side.
So fast!
The hill troll's pupils trembled. That was not just a red light, but dozens or even hundreds of them. They broke through the group of undead and rushed forward.
But if they don't stop absorbing the soul fire, they can indeed kill a lot of undead by charging like this, but the soul fire will be wasted. What's the point? This is stupid.
Just when the hill troll was confused, the red light finally broke through the group of undead and came in front of him.
This is……
Before the hill troll could speak, the red figures not only did not slow down after seeing him, but instead accelerated suddenly, crashing into him one after another.
The first one jumped up and hit the hill troll right in the chest, which made him gasp for breath and swallow the words he was about to say. He staggered backwards, and then more red figures hit his abdomen, chest, ribs and shoulders.
The hill troll only had time to see what the red figure was, and felt as if he was being hit by a hammer again and again. He couldn't stop stumbling and kept backing away, swaying.
Another red figure leaped with all his might and crashed into his chest and abdomen, knocking away the breath he was holding and at the same time knocking his huge body off the ground and landing heavily on the ground.
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