After the Full Level of the Profession

"My Lord Baron!" another townsman cried out on the town wall: "You stand and watch how tiring the battle is. You see, I grabbed the best place to watch the battle. I have already placed a chair. This chair is for rent. Watch the battle. For half an hour, a silver coin is charged. Isn't this reasonable?"

Baron Nolen thought about it carefully. That's right. I'm a dignified Baron. I didn't even have to sit on a chair when I came to a battle. Isn't that inferior? Anyway, it's only a silver coin, and of course this one wants to rent.

He pays for nothing!

As a result, one of the spectators was successfully rented out.

At this time in Westwind Town, no one would be surprised that Robb could summon skeleton soldiers. Even Xiaoyi and the Three Hundred Temple Knights did not show any strange expressions. Bishop Elsie was even lying on the town wall. The upper yelled: "Okay, well summoned! What a spirited skeleton soldier, worthy of Father's handwriting."

He, a bishop of the Holy See of Light, was actually applauding the skeleton soldiers, and the style of painting was too weird.

The two little bright nuns couldn't help but rolled their eyes at Bishop Elsie, really wanting to vomit, but in the end they were forced to suppress them, after all, they were still nominal superiors.

But the two dark nuns were laughing: "Mr. Robert is indeed my Father of the Dark Church, and he also uses necromantic magic, but... how did he summon these skeleton soldiers? The bones were buried there beforehand. ?"

Necromancer No. 8 shook his head next to him: "No, there are no bones in the ground. He and these skeleton soldiers were not made from bones, but-they were made out of thin air."

"Scared?" The two dark nuns were dumbfounded: "How is this done?"

"I don't know!" No. 8 shook his head: "I don't understand."

At this time, the Desert Kingdom troops outside the city were also looking at the skeleton army that suddenly emerged from the ground.

A scornful smile appeared on the corner of the golden ring-covered general's mouth: "Sure enough, is it playing Skeleton Soldiers? The intelligence given by Mondela is correct. There are not many human and demihuman armies in Sieglan. Mainly the Undead Legion, there is often only one necromancer, a few necromancer apprentices, a few dark shepherds and dark nuns in a town, other than that, there is no fighting power. Just rely on this thing, think To block the regular army in my desert kingdom, it’s too small to look down upon."

He waved his hand forward and said loudly: "Drumming! March, the three teams marched in, smashed the opponent's skeleton army, and sent the Mamluk at the front to be careful not to step on the magic circle. The shaman behind the formation is ready to gain spells. With lightning spells, the witch doctor is ready to crack the enemy’s plague land."

"Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom!"

The witch doctor danced frantically on the big skin drum, and the irregular drum beat echoed on the battlefield.

The Mamluks on the two flanks of the Desert Kingdom began to charge, and the infantry regiments in the middle began to advance slowly, scimitars all out of their sheaths, a piece of silver like snow.

But the skeleton army on this side looked messy and unpretentious, with rusty knives and rusty swords in their hands, with a stubborn temperament.

The army of the Desert Kingdom shouted in unison: "Kill, kill, kill!"

The skeleton soldiers shouted in unison: "Kacha! Kacha!"

Baron Nolan, sitting in a chair on the town wall, threw a potato chip into his mouth, anxiously said: "This battle does not seem to be won. Our skeleton soldier feels very weak, and the opponent Mamluk is a powerful force in the world. Legion, how do you fight this battle? I...I'm still ready to run away with the wind."

A town citizen next to him also threw a potato chip into his mouth, chewing khazikazi, and said in a vague voice: "Afraid, we have Father here!"

"Go!"

"Crack!"

The armies on both sides began to move forward. The skeleton soldiers ran forward in a mess, with no organization and discipline at all, while the Mamluk and Scimitar warriors on the other side gathered in a neatly charged formation, looking murderous. ,aggressive.

Before the two armies rushed together, they saw a Mamluk cavalry on the back of the camel took off two small throwing axes from his back and threw it forward. The two axes flew in two beautiful arcs in mid-air. The thread cut accurately on the throats of the two skeleton soldiers.

The two skeleton soldiers were in different places at the same time, and their skulls fell on the ground with a loud crash.

However, the skeleton soldiers will not die because of this. The two headless skeleton soldiers quickly bent over to pick up their heads, but this time the army charged, and the skeleton soldiers behind surged forward and kicked them. On top of their heads, the two skulls immediately rolled to the side grunting.

The two skeleton soldiers hurriedly chased their own heads, but the other end was kicked over and over, and the two headless skeleton soldiers chased and chased them, looking like they were chasing very hard.

General Jinhuan couldn't help laughing: "Haha! The people of Wuhe."

He didn't laugh twice before he heard the townsfolk of Westwind laugh out loud: "Haha! What a stupid skeleton soldier, you laughed at me."

General Jin Huan: "Huh? They can still laugh?"

The townsfolk could laugh, but Baron Noren couldn't laugh, the potato chips in his mouth didn't feel like anymore, and he began to think about running away again.

At this time, the fastest vanguard of the two armies had collided together.

The skeleton soldier hits a camel, and the result can be imagined.

In just a moment, the Mamluk troops cut into the middle of the skeleton army like a sharp knife, and the skeleton soldiers slammed up and down, and there were broken bones and broken bones flying all over the sky.

The scimitar flashed, and a skeleton soldier lowered his head to search for his head.

The scimitar flashed again, and a skeleton soldier cut his waist into two halves. The two halves were crawling and crawling on the ground, trying to regroup together, but the camel from behind immediately stepped on it mercilessly, and instantly stomped into a pile. Broken bones.

In less than five minutes, the skeleton soldiers lost more than five hundred!

There were almost no casualties on Mamluk's side.

Robb gently waved the goose feather fan on the town wall, and sighed leisurely: "Oh, is the skeleton soldier too low-level? The combat power is so weak."

Xuelu next to him smiled and said: "It's not to blame you. You used the summoned beast in a misplaced position. The last time you fought a skeleton soldier, you directly summoned the element. But this time you fought the regular army of the Desert Kingdom, but you summoned the skeleton soldier. This is simply chaotic. Well! The resources are seriously mismatched."

Xiao Yi couldn't help but said, "Yeah! This is too wrong, I'm afraid I have to summon something else."

The Mayor of Westwind jumped out again: "Father, it’s no good to go on like this. You see, only one face to face. Our army loses more than 500. If this happens, our army will be wiped out in no time. There will be no battle. You have to read it. Potato chips and seats can't be sold."

Robb tilted his head: "You all make sense! It's too fast to go on like this. I have to slow down the war a bit, and I can't finish it too soon."

He grabbed a wooden stool from the side, rubbed his hands and turned it into a harp...