Chapter 145 The Mage in the Melee is the Son of Version

"Why don't you let us go?"

There was a riot outside, but the undead in the city were ordered not to take part in the battle.

"Do you know how to defend the city?" Yang looked at the undead and said in a heavier voice, "You must obey orders!"

They cannot act without orders, and the undead have never been given important positions in the territory of Leon. They have been here for too short a time and have not yet successfully made a name for themselves.

Yang was also inclined to let his great knights go. In addition to about 80 great knights, there were several hundred soldiers in the three legions. It would take a lot of food to feed this group of people, and now it was time for them to take the field.

"I guess it's the plot." The undead's emotions were very stable.

"Wait, it's a siege, is it possible that Linde is attacking here?" Someone thought further.

"Probably, it's unlikely."

They looked towards the direction of the city wall, watched the flames completely ignite the top of the wall, watched the charred corpses fall from the wall, and watched the legion soldiers retreat in fear in front of the completely lost city wall that was spewing flames.

They were anxious, but for the sake of the "plot", everyone was very well behaved and did not act on their own.

Boom! The huge rocks flew over the city wall and hit the buildings inside the city. The chaotic fire inside the city was ignited at this moment.

The undead people waited obediently, but the doubts in their hearts grew.

Yang left in a hurry, and then hurried back, holding the sword high in his hand: "Follow me!"

There were no speeches, and the dry speeches made the undead lack a lot of sense of ceremony. Maybe they will recall this matter later, but now they just want to join the war.

They followed Yang and rushed out. They saw the broken city gate and the two-headed man rushing in. His huge and bulky body caused the undead to swear frequently.

The people who came were indeed players. It was a siege war. Why didn’t we get the news?
"Stupid NPC!"

The siege battle actually restricts players from participating, which is a shame.

The two-headed men rushed into the city with a rain of arrows. Their heavy feet shattered the charred corpses on the ground. Soldiers from the three legions surrounded them. It was a pity that no one had warned of this siege in advance, and some soldiers from the legions were unable to make it back.

Many arrows rained down.

Faced with the arrow shooting, the two-headed people simply took out a potion bottle and threw it into their mouths. Their bloody mouths made them skip the step of even pulling out the cork.

The effects of potions brewed by superior wizards have undoubtedly surpassed the level of potions in ordinary novice villages, which is roughly equivalent to the difference between "Life Potion (Small)" and "Life Potion (Large)".

The effect on the two-headed people is faster recovery and shorter cooldown for drinking medicine.

The arrows clanged against the two-headed men's armor, whistling and tearing it apart, successfully leaving glaring arrow helmets like hedgehogs on their chests.

However, the two-headed man walked forward without fear. To them, perhaps this was just a gust of wind with more sand.

We cannot stop moving forward. Breaking through the city wall has already made the undead people excited, and the large number of red names ahead are like the reward for breaking through the level.

How can we stop at the harvest time?

The undead people of the new noble forces in Leon also launched a counterattack and met the enemy head-on.

A melee broke out, everyone was fighting with their enemies, explosions and roars broke out in every corner, and Zhuo Mu's fireballs were thrown into the crowded crowd again and again, causing the new noble undead people to dare not gather together again.

"Kill the wizard!" someone couldn't help but shout.

The mage is the son of the version!

Especially in such a crowded situation, a fireball is like a sickle waving overhead, which not only can quickly reap lives, but also can prevent crowds from gathering. If someone is accidentally stuck in the flames, the burns will cause a series of troubles.

Some wanted to kill the wizard, while others took the initiative to protect him. A new noble undead rushed towards the wizard who seemed to be closest to him. The wizard was rolling a fireball. No matter where the fireball would eventually land, it would definitely cause new riots.

The undead couldn't help but greet the other party's parents and elders.

This game is so realistic, so realistic that it feels like you are really fighting. Even the heartbeat and the rush of blood are real.

People who get excited in a fight are bound to talk trash.

When the battle escalates to the level of defending the mother, the battle can only end when one side is completely defeated and shuts up.

The two-headed man, who had turned into a hedgehog, rushed out and knocked away the undead who was trying to launch a sneak attack, but the two-headed man himself was also killed by another person's sneak attack.

The old noble undead on the attacking side have the advantage in numbers. The 180 undead are not only fully equipped, but also have various recovery potions and extremely strong endurance.

In addition, traps, illusion spices, etc. were also used one after another. The illusion spices in particular played a significant role. In the melee, few people could tell the difference between the real and the fake.

One illusion may directly attract four or five people to rush over together, and the effect will be magnified.

This also makes their death toll extremely small.

The only pity is that the output of spices is too small.

In comparison, the new noble undead people no longer have the slight advantage brought by their alienated state. Their only advantage is probably that their resurrection point is close, so they can be resurrected quickly after death.

What's so praiseworthy about resurrecting after death? Don't forget that the level cap of the internal beta version 1.03 is 10, while the Grand Knight and Wizard are rated at 11.

The new noble undead who successfully reached level 11 by drinking the potion will become ordinary people when they die.

From this perspective, the last bit of advantage that the new undead nobles had was gone.

Whoever has better endurance will have the last laugh.

The old noble undead who followed Lind successfully killed their way through the gate of Leon City. Almost all of the new noble undead who were at the front were sent to the resurrection point. Without anyone desperately delaying them, no one could stop the advance of the old noble undead.

They greeted the soldiers of the Leon City Legion with the waves of fire created by their fireballs, completely tearing through the opponent's defenses. One side advanced vigorously while the other fought and retreated.

Lind watched as the undead broke through the gates of Leon City and rushed in. He also began to move. The team led by Lind was like an arrow with a golden tip, quickly cutting through the air and piercing into the city of Leon, which had already fallen into a sea of ​​fire.

Inside the city, the dirt road was painted with indescribable strange patterns by flames and spilled blood, like a sacrificial site for worshiping Zasa, the "God of Death".

The sound of dying gasps could be heard from the pile of corpses. Without Lind's orders, the soldiers quickly dispersed with him as the center to clean up the battlefield.

The enemy troops fled in all directions.

Lind looked at the corpses affected by the war, some of which were not wearing armor, and he felt pity. However, rather than judging whether a person deserves to die based on kindness or evil, the position one chooses can determine everything.

In the clash between the old and the new, no matter what the reason, they chose to join the new nobles, which could be considered as rebellion.

Every grain of food they cultivate will turn into an arrow shot at them. No one is innocent and the enemy is the enemy.

Lind did not ask his soldiers not to harm ordinary people. Before victory was finalized, there was no room for foolish mercy. Only the victor could show mercy and enjoy praise or abuse.

The sounds of the undead fighting gradually faded away, and Lind just thought they were summoned beasts that had been released.

His eyes were fixed on the enemy in front of him, who was standing on a pile of corpses, surrounded by handfuls of ashes.

The aura of a superior being, it seems that the number of undead who died in his hands is no less than two dozen.

(End of this chapter)