Lord of the Oasis

Condele Ma, stretched out his hand to signal to stop.

The knights looked impressive.

The thick fog was rolling in front of him, and the gray-black appearance was like black smoke coming out of a factory chimney.

There is also the sky, the dark clouds cover the sky and the sun, the faint breeze blows, the entire cloud layer moves slowly, accompanied by the faint miserable howls that appear from time to time in the ears, it really gives people a feeling of... the ghost realm of the underworld!

As if a biting chill was coming with the wind, the ground was frozen as solid as a cold winter ice lake.

The warhorse under the crotch scratched the ground.

Horseshoes made of stainless steel can only be scratched out of layers of white marks.

"The Sky of Death..."

The mage and apprentices spoke with a trembling expression in their voices.

Those thick fogs at that time were just trivial, but now the black fog and dark clouds are the real sky of death, suitable for the survival of the undead, and can cause ordinary people to have a terrifying range of diseases and various negative buffs!

They had just discussed this terrifying undead spell earlier.

But now it happened.

Kant clenched the reins: "It's really impermanent."

"There is a lot of negative energy inside. It has the power of undead to hate the living, and even various plague toxins. If you don't have the power to resist, you will be infected with various diseases in a short time."

The mage apprentice warned: "Perhaps the spirit will also die from the infection of the sky and become undead zombies or skeletons."

"Humph." The knights looked grim: "They defiled Lord Kant's territory."

The Narun Desert is Kant's territory.

Now there are evil undead, that is aggression, that is defilement!

Clenching the weapons in their hands, all the knights are eager to try, even if they know that the evil in front of them will be a terror that can kill people, they are still not afraid. This is the embodiment of the spirit of chivalry.

But definitely not reckless.

Turning to look at Kant, the knights are all waiting.

But Kant is also waiting.

"Camp in place."

Kant raised his hand and motioned the surrounding knights to dismount: "Let's wait for dawn!"

"Yes!" the knights responded.

This is the best way.

Rushing into the sky of death, who knows what to expect.

Rather than enter passively, wait until dawn and the sun will disperse the fog and dark clouds.

The knights quickly set up their tents.

Make a circle around it, guarding Kant's tent at the very center.

But even in the Anza camp, it's actually just a simple rest and eating. A little bonfire is raised, the water in the iron pot is boiled, and everyone can drink some hot water to warm their bodies, so as to avoid the coldness and freezing of their hands and feet. .

Even the war horse needs to drink some hot water to relieve the cold.

It's really cold here!

As far as the sand layer under him has frozen, and the entire body is as indestructible as a plate, you know that if there is no extraordinary power to protect the body, just relying on the body of an ordinary person, the cold air has eroded the inner abdomen long ago, and suffered serious injuries. .

The elderly and children, it is estimated that they will freeze to death by the roadside after walking for a few hours!

"Damn."

Kant exhaled the white mist, his eyes full of solemnity.

Their sleep is very simple. They are roasted on the ground with a bonfire, and then sleep on a leather pad around the bonfire. Everyone will wake up from the cold when they are half asleep. Only by letting the extraordinary power in their bodies work can they feel warm.

Even Kant did the same.

Holding the Sword of Kings in his arms, he couldn't sleep well, just closed his eyes in a daze.

"Lord Lord."

But beside him, someone gently pushed and shoved.

Kant woke up immediately.

Next to him was a mage apprentice, his slightly immature face was frozen blue, and he said to Kant shiveringly: "Now...it's dawn, but there is a little problem..."

"What?" Kant frowned.

"The sky of death has expanded..." the apprentice mage said still tremblingly.

"What to expand."

Kant's mind hasn't reacted yet.

But in an instant, his drowsy head suddenly woke up, he turned his head to lift the tent curtain, it was pitch black outside, the gray fog and the thick dark clouds in the sky made him look ugly.

"Death!" Kant gritted his teeth.

"Yes, the sky of death has expanded, and it is now very large."

The apprentice mage said helplessly: "Just at dawn, the sky of death instantly began to expand and engulfed us here." After a pause, his tone was also rejoicing: "Thanks to you and the knights. The extraordinary power can protect our surroundings from being affected by the negative energy and various negative states contained in the canopy of death."

Kant turned his head, only to find that his King's Sword and the surrounding royal knights all radiated golden light, just forming a defense around the camp, so that the rich gray-black mist was repelled to the side.

The knights were already guarding with swords, and several bonfires released the barely warm enthusiasm.

Kant's face was gloomy.

"The situation is somewhat urgent."

He said solemnly.

"Yes." The mage apprentices nodded with impressive expressions.

The dense sky of death around them is no longer something they can comment on.

Even if the mage is here, he can only reluctantly protect himself, unless there is an archmage who has intensively studied magic, can he have a little surplus in this terrifying sky of death, because they all know what this means.

In the World of War, there are often several lich and more terrifying undead creatures in such a large-scale death canopy.

There are also a large number of low-level skeleton soldiers.

The undead race is to win with the sea of ​​​​tactics.

Any living person will declare defeat in vain in front of the seemingly endless ocean of dead people.

In such a dead sky, no one knows how many undead skeletons will be encountered in it, let alone how powerful undead creatures will be encountered, but just based on the previous encounters, those hundreds of people are a team size, the number is absolutely Quite a lot!

If you are entangled and let stronger undead come, it will be really troublesome.

"let's go!"

Without saying a word, Kant immediately issued an order.

The camp was quickly put away.

The knights move very quickly.

But when the tents were all put away, ready to leave at any time, the thick fog rolled, like a dark cloud spreading to the outside, and even the golden light around Kant's body, which was suppressed, shrank a lot inward.

Everyone gathered together to barely resist the thickening black-gray mist!

"there's noise!"

The knights reminded in a deep voice.

"Be careful!" The knights in the north said: "It's not fast, it seems to be infantry, it is approaching us!"

They all have extensive battlefield experience.

Similar to listening to the debate, it is even simpler, even if there is a faint miserable howl in the wind.

Kant narrowed his eyes.

In the thick fog to the north, the line of sight can be seen about 30 meters.

A "click" sound appeared.

With the sound of footsteps, the shadows broke through the thick fog and walked out.

He seems to be holding a halberd and wearing light yellow armor. He walks step by step in an orderly manner, very rhythmic, just like everyone's pace is the same, no, it is the same when walking.

"Elite troops." This thought appeared in Kant's mind.

In the era of cold weapons, those who can walk in such a neat pace can be called elites.

This represents discipline.

Represents synergy.

In fact, even Calradia's troops cannot form such a uniform footstep.

Except for those 5th-level Swadian and Rhodok sergeants, these discipline-oriented kingdoms will be specially trained, while the infantry powerhouse, Nord kingdom, even the 6th-level Nord royal guards, cannot form such a neat and tidy pace.

Although it does not represent combat effectiveness, it can represent the discipline and resilience of the troops.

This is an elite that can resist the enemy's attack!

"enemy!"

But the mage apprentices shouted in surprise.

Their voices were hurried, and loudly reminded Kant and the royal knights and lion knights next to him: "It is the skeleton warrior, the basic combat unit of the undead!"

Kant frowned, and all the knights looked at the troops that broke through the thick fog ahead.

The pale yellow armor seems to be chain armor doped with gold.

The halberds in his hands are all gilded, and the axe and halberd at the tip is a terrifying killing weapon made of stainless steel.

However, this is not the case.

The chain armor made of gold has long been tattered, and it is casually draped on the body of only the skeleton like rags. hatred for the living.

The halberd, which looks like a work of art, is also rusted and cracked.

Even the front end of some halberds has been broken, leaving only half of the long stick.

"Skull warrior?"

Kant snorted slightly.

He turned his head to look at the knights who had gathered around him and were all ready, and shouted, "Kill them!"

"kill!"

The knights shouted.

The horse under the crotch accelerated instantly.

The whole body was dazzling with golden light, and the 30 Swadian Royal Knights rushed straight towards the skeleton warriors in the gray-black fog as if they were fearless.

Dozens of skeleton warriors armed with halberds were instantly wiped out.

But Kant and they haven't let up.

Just in the dark gray fog, the "click" sound became more and more.

Let everyone's faces suddenly become tense again, holding weapons in their hands, looking at each other one by one, and then staring at the darkness ahead, because there is another enemy there!

And the number of them is increasing!

"Prepare to retreat!"

Kant gritted his teeth, but did not intend to go further.

If you continue to go deeper, God knows how many terrifying skeletons of the undead tribe will be encountered.

He can not be afraid of these skeletons, but he must not ignore the unknown number, and he does not know the specific strength of the enemy that he does not know.

Knowing yourself and knowing your enemy can help you win a hundred battles.

"Om-"

But just as Kant was about to retreat, a ray of golden light suddenly appeared in the sky.

The dark clouds in the sky dissipated randomly like breaking ice, and the thick gray-black fog kept retreating and shrinking, and together with the terrifying "click" sound, they all began to disappear in the dense fog that was receding and shrinking.

In less than half an hour, the dark clouds and dense fog dissipated.

Kant looked up in amazement.

In the center of the top of the head, the scorching sun is scorching, releasing a terrifying temperature.

It's noon.

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