Chapter 390 Hertilus
The traverser who ran into the castle of the undead obviously didn't expect the undead to react so quickly.
He took the initiative to charge forward, but not only did he fail to seize the initiative, he was counterattacked by the undead and fell into a disadvantage.
A large number of undead climbed along the collapsed city walls and responded to the enemy's attack by charging into the mobile fortress.
This is a fortress of a branch of the human race, a race similar to barbarians, and they are truly brave.
While the battle was going on here, the fortress hiding behind was still continuously outputing damage, which made Li Ziyu very annoyed.
He glanced at the person behind the scenes and saw that the three mobile fortresses had also started to counterattack, but the effect was not very good. The person behind the scenes had arranged it more perfectly than him, and it was impossible to get close. There were a large number of silk threads arranged in the space. If he accelerated rashly, it would be like crashing into it.
The Hertilus barbarians, a branch of the human race, possess strong physiques and terrifying strength.
As human beings, they have the same ancestor worship as orcs, believing that their ancestors can give them unparalleled power.
In their previous lives, this would be considered self-hypnosis, controlling themselves, but in this alien world with supernatural powers, ancestor worship does make them different.
In the legends of the other world, there have been many heroes among the Hetilus barbarians. The strongest one can even face the dragon alone and kill it in the most unreasonable way.
Li Qin's son reacted very slowly. Seeing the bad situation, he jumped forward with all his strength, but still failed to avoid the attack of the guard knight. A deep wound was cut from the shoulder to the ribs, and the bone was visible.
A defensive halo erupted from under each barbarian. Under the fire of the psychic magic machine gun, the halo slowly weakened and then became complete.
I thought that besieging those sons of giant elephants should be able to easily solve our problem.
There's no way a hand crossbow can penetrate our defenses.
This is one of your people, and they killed him just like that?!
What's the point of the undead? They are just a little lower in level than you. But if you really fight them, it doesn't matter. You will still beat them back.
What the hell is this?
No consciousness, no thoughts, even if the brain is bad sometimes, but friends and brothers around us fall one after another, how can we still know what is going on?
The Sons of the Giant Elephant, who had been ferocious since the start of the battle, finally suffered casualties, and the number of casualties is gradually increasing.
The bad thing was that the number of high-level undead was small enough, and the armored beetles and soul-born insects quickly replaced the skeleton undead and fought the barbarians head-on, while the skeleton undead shot at the barbarians with crossbows.
Didn’t we say that there were no machine guns and no rockets, which would be too magical?
The Sons of the Mammoth withstood the rocket barrage, but were delayed by it, but the barbarians around us were not so lucky.
block!
The white knight's longsword would break or even shatter if it came into contact with the one-handed heavy sword, while the one-handed heavy sword would remain unscathed.
There are only about 10,000 Sons of Giant Elephants among the entire Li Ziyus barbarians. After all, the cost of that type of soldier is too low, and even fortress-level traversers can hardly afford it.
As the core combat force of the Undead, the White Knights subconsciously chose the weakest opponent - the Son of the Elephant.
Elite Destroyer Warriors, move out!
We are strong, but stupid, and we are also NPCs with brains in the game. We are living creatures!
Biaozi was very confused. He thought that he was now taking advantage of the situation. He wondered if the Lord of the Undead could use his full strength to deal with him.
That's all just the end.
But the elite destroyer soldiers use machine guns, and their main attack is not a small amount of fire. Although a single bullet is powerful, the number is small, and the bullets are very sparsely fired at the barbarians.
In the mind of Li Qin's son, the White Knights were no longer low-level units of the Undead, and those Guards Knights were obviously some weak type of troops.
As Li Qin's son fell, Biaozi's face became extremely grim.
The micro rocket exploded, sparking flames and billowing smoke.
As the Son of God lit up fewer and fewer technologies, the restrictions on the White Knights were basically lifted, but the Son of God summoned very few White Knights.
The White Knight has psychic powers and can release skills, but the Son of the Elephant has no tattoos and no ancestral protection. With the defense of Zhishi, even the White Knight cannot hurt us.
"What the hell, you dare to confront me head on."
The barbarian Li Ziyus did care about one or two bullets, but the power of that thing was only slightly smaller than that of a crossbow.
What's the difference between being hit by a one-handed heavy sword and being hit by a giant hammer? Even a white knight will fly away as soon as he gets hit.
The barbarian, whose muscles were several times more developed than his brains, charged at the undead before that shout.
Led by the Son of the Giant Elephant, the barbarians rushed into the group of undead, killing seven of them. The skeleton undead were no match at all.
The barbarians, who had defended themselves, were immediately turned into a hornet's nest.
Boom boom boom…
The undead launched a counterattack before they knew it, and the guards knights were constantly killing the son of the giant elephant.
The core of Li Ziyu's barbarians now is not the Son of the Giant Elephant. Only by relying on the Son of the Giant Elephant can the barbarians' true combat effectiveness be brought into play.
For a long time, many people have been unable to rush into the Castle of the Undead, and the arrangements made by the Son of God have been useless. That was a bad thing.
The Son of God stood in the castle, looking at the battlefield above with indifference, and snorted in disdain.
I touched the wound, my face twitched, I took a deep breath, swung my one-handed heavy sword and rushed towards the guard knight.
Eight pointed rockets carried on the shoulders, fired!
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