The villain lord: Both the player and the protagonist want to kill me Xi Wei Jinshi

The Great Skeleton Sword slammed down, and the Skeleton Titan, who was forcibly awakened, had already lost its former power. This earth-shattering sword was blocked by the Duke of North Wind, Oengel.

He held the sledgehammer high, and the blade of the skeletal sledgehammer was pressing on the handle of his hammer. The huge force caused the ground around Oengel to sink suddenly, and with a roar, the dust on the battlefield was startled. Like a rising gray mist.

"Pfft——" Oengel spat out a mouthful of blood, which trickled down his gray beard and dripped onto the ground. His eyes were red, and the old bark-like muscles on his face twitched.

"It's so fucking...exciting!"

He roared, already buried in the soil, propped up his knees vigorously, and stood up little by little against the giant sword of the Skeleton Titan.

"Rush over!" He turned his head and shouted at the stunned players.

The diffuse dust made his face look a little fuzzy, only the black of the armor and the red of blood, but his rough voice, like desert sand and stones, pierced the drums of the undead army and passed to the ears of every player.

"Let's go!"

"Don't waste the opportunity that the Duke of Beifeng created for us!"

Two heads of the Skeleton Mammoth died, and the wall-like giant sword was blocked by the Duke of North Wind. The road had been opened. Players followed the line of sky supported by the Duke of North Wind, passed the feet of the Skeleton Titan, and continued towards the entrance of the Necropolis. direction forward.

But the undead around will not relax, they continue to pounce on the players, layer upon layer, fearless of death.

"The mage goes up, and blew himself up to open the way!"

When the representatives of the players gave an order, the mage players who were always ready were immediately thrown high by the warrior players and crashed into the wave of undead, causing a violent explosion.

Today is different from the past. Now the waves of undead are coming from all directions, which is far more difficult than facing the undead in one direction in the Kalanli King City before, let alone the number of undead now. But there is no way to open the road faster.

"kill--!"

Suddenly there was a shout of killing behind him.

The players turned their heads to look.

I saw Cremon leading the army of Winter City to rush into the encirclement of the undead.

The soldiers on the outermost layer were dressed in black heavy armor, holding spears and tower shields, their faces were covered by cold visors, and only sharp and cold eyes could be seen.

The soldiers in the middle layer held long swords and round shields and wore silver ring armor. They looked serious and looked like a rainbow under the leadership of the crusaders.

These soldiers are all serious Winter City veterans, and each one is a hero who was killed out of the dead, and their combat effectiveness is not necessarily weaker than that of ordinary crusaders.

"Boom boom boom!" The thunder flashed, especially bright in the dark night.

Players know that it is the priest wielding the Thunder Hammer.

"Help the Alien Legion open the way!"

Cremon gave an order, and the Crusaders held up their tower shields and spears and quickly set aside the undead who were attacking the player. They were connected together like a movable wall of copper and iron.

Although there are not as many undead as the mage blew himself up.

But it effectively helped the players open up a way out.

"Fire arrows!"

"Whoosh whoosh—"

The arrows are like locusts, covering the sky and the sun.

The arrows shot by the sharpshooter are very limited in killing the undead, but they can suppress the advance of the undead.

Handover of the two armies.

"Bah—!"

Shield and weapon collided together.

The sword and shield soldiers followed behind the Crusaders and set up shields forward, taking time to swing their long swords at the skeleton warriors.

They only revealed a pair of eyes full of murderous intent behind the shield.

"Drink—!"

The mighty roar seemed to overwhelm the momentum of the undead.

They used to be ordinary civilians in Winter City.

Or a farmer plowing the land, or a hunter hunting in the mountains, or an ordinary father.

They never thought in their life that they would fight against the terrifying undead in the Emerald Fortress, which is thousands of miles away from their hometown.

But following the order of King Winter, following the king they admired, they came to the battlefield without hesitation.

Brothers, fathers, friends and even sons, embark on the journey together.

When they set off, their blood was surging.

They have heard the stories of the heroes in the tavern who made great achievements and killed the enemy and became nobles. They are full of ambition, and they believe that following King Winter, they will be invincible.

But this is just a beautiful fantasy.

War is cruel after all.

Especially when they face the ferocious undead.

Darth Vader watched the Calanli soldiers walking with him being disembowelled by screaming ghouls. He tried to stuff his intestines back, but the skeleton warrior had already taken his ax and chopped off his head.

He wanted to go to the rescue, but was thrown down by the ghouls from the side and rear, and hurriedly raised his shield to block it.

The ghoul looked like a madman, and its sharp claws hit the shield like a gust of wind, splashing a series of sparks. He gritted his teeth and held on to the shield with all his might.

The bearded Bate followed the Crusaders and led a group of recruits under his command to line up.

Armed with shields and spears, they stood their ground.

But the heavy skeleton knights of the undead followed one after another.

They were covered in pale heavy bone armor and wore rusted steel helmets on their heads. Only the will-o'-the-wisps in their two eye sockets swayed with the wind, and the roar of steel filled the whole world when they charged.

In a chaotic corner of the battlefield.

The heavy breathing sounded like a bellows.

McCann held his brother's half body, weeping blood.

The brave Gorod killed dozens of walking corpses, but more undead surrounded him.

He's panting like a wounded hyena, sweat soaking through his well-groomed hair this morning, his blond curls reduced to absurd sticky lumps of dough.

"Come on! Damn undead!"

"If you can't get through, I won't let you get through!"

Gorod muttered to himself, raising the mace with his sour arm.

He loves such weapons.

It only takes one click to smash the damned undead's head to pieces!

Behind is the line of defense.

That's the path they blazed for the Inhumans.

General Clement said.

Only aliens have the ability to destroy those tombstones. If the tombstones are not destroyed, the Emerald Fortress will die, they will die, the king will die, and their relatives in Winter City will be killed by the undead.

In the end, Gorod was thrown to the ground by the undead. A skeleton knight picked up Gorod's mace and opened it like Gorod smashed the head of the undead. The Crusaders replenished Gorod's hammer. The position, the tower shield stands there, like a solid wall.

Sacrifice is everywhere, and fear is rampant.

But the army of Winter City finally used flesh and blood to help the players open up a road to the necropolis, the undead were blocked, and the players were unimpeded.

"arrive!"

With red eyes, he took out a temporary resurrection crystal from his backpack and placed it directly on the soil of the necromancer in the necropolis.

At this time, the tombstone had grown to two-thirds, almost breaking through the ground.