Chapter 1661 Accumulating Strength

Huaidong battlefield.

Li Quan, the leader of the Loyalty Army (Northern Army), asked his wife Yang Miaozhen to guard Chuzhou (now Huai'an, Jiangsu), and led an army of 30,000 land and water to capture Taizhou.

Li Quan's follow-up goal is very clear, which is to capture Tongzhou and Yangzhou, and push Lin'an, the capital of the Southern Song Dynasty.

Huaidong set up envoy Liu Jin and strictly ordered the army (Southern Army) to hold out, and the two sides started a confrontation.

...

late at night.

The camp of Li Fu, a general of the Northern Army, was brightly lit.

Suddenly, crackling flames burst and smoke rose.

"It's out of water!"

"Come and put out the fire!"

The Northern soldiers shouted in panic.

The fire started quickly, and when the soldiers of the Northern Army discovered it, it had already spread into a conflagration. Li Fu didn't have time to put on his clothes, so he mounted his horse in a hurry and ordered the soldiers to put out the fire, but how could he put it out in a short while?

The people in the camp shouted and neighed endlessly.

Suddenly, a three-meter-tall knight riding a skeleton warhorse appeared, followed by nine two-meter-tall knights also riding a skeleton warhorse.

Bone Race Heavenly King, Abaddon has shown his true form!

The huge lance pointed forward, the soul fire in Abaddon's eye sockets vibrated, and the fluctuation of spiritual power turned into a voice: "Charge!"

The black iron flow gathered into an arrow and rushed into the northern army camp.

Abaddon, who was riding on a skeletal war horse, was like an invincible tank. With one blow, he smashed the gate of the Northern Army camp. He exuded a breath of gangrene, constantly infecting the soldiers of the Northern Army, making their movements slow.

Although there were only ten knights in total, they were more powerful than thousands of troops.

"Enemy attack!"

Mixed with the shouts of firefighting, the whistle of the enemy's attack also sounded, and there was chaos in the camp.

Li Fu greeted Abaddon. Although he had the strength of a leader, he was still not enough to face Abaddon, and Li Fu's body was numb with a single shot.

Li Fu hastily jumped off his horse, discarded the iron spear in his hand, drew out the pair of mandarin duck swords, and rolled forward on the ground.

He also had a lot of combat experience. Facing the big monster in front of him, he knew that he was incapable of fighting, so he could only use his agility advantage to fight in close quarters, so that the opponent's three-foot giant cavalry spear could not give full play to his advantage.

However, Abaddon ignored Li Fu and continued to charge with his horse, beheading the soldiers of the northern army and infecting more living people with the gangrene disease.

Li Fu was puzzled, he was the commander of this camp, why was he ignored?

Before he could recover, he heard the flapping of wings.

The pale wings brought up an ominous airflow, and the figure of Sigdrifa appeared, and the ectoplasmic spear pierced out as fast as lightning.

Li Fu hastily waved his two sabers to block, and the pair of mandarin ducks chopped out a snow-white curtain like a roller.

However, this spear of Sigdrifa seems to violate the common sense of physics,

From the impenetrable knife screen, he smashed in with precision, broke through the protective energy, and pierced Li Fu's throat.

"Ho... ho ho..."

Li Fu's throat leaked, and his eyes suddenly opened wide.

Sigdrifa drew back the ectoplasmic spear.

Li Fu's body fell down slowly.

A gray mist rose, as if being pulled by an invisible suction force, it floated all the way to the top of Sigdrifa's head, turning into a continuously rotating gray mist sphere.

"The resentment is not strong enough...it is impossible to make a leader-level soul fighter."

Sigdrifa muttered silently, "However, two elite-level ones can be produced."

The group leader's skill, Darkness Absorption, was activated, and the cloud of gray mist split into two, falling in front of Sigdrifa.

The two clouds of gray mist squirmed like they were alive, and finally turned into two slightly illusory gray shadows, which gradually solidified.

Two elite ghosts, the predecessors of Shadow Assassins.

"Go ahead, the master needs more fighters."

Sigdrifa vibrates her wings, her goal is very simple, and she specially selects the leaders of the northern army above the elite level to attack.

The battle lasted only a quarter of an hour, and the camp of thousands of people had already been razed to the ground.

No one can escape because...

Pudge the butcher and Vladimir the blood clan lord walked out from both sides of the battlefield, one east and the other west.

"Seventy-six people are blocked at the intersection on my side." Vladimir laughed.

"Pudge killed a hundred! At least a hundred," said the butcher.

Vladimir bowed politely: "Your Excellency Pudge is indeed powerful."

In fact, the two were in ambush on one side, and whoever killed more and who killed less all depended on luck and the choice of the enemy's escape direction. Moreover, the butcher's counting ability is very suspicious. When he said "one hundred", he actually meant "many", which means that they cannot be counted.

Sigdrifa flew out quietly, and behind her, there were already dozens of dark shadows, about ten elite-level ghosts, and the rest were ordinary-level resentful souls.

Every soul warrior dragged an enemy corpse above the elite level.

"Let's get started," Abaddon said succinctly, "Pudge, it's your turn."

Pudge the Butcher grunted and used his suturing skills, his misshapen arms threading needles with incredible agility.

However, his efficiency was really worrying. After working for a long time and consuming so many elite-level corpses, he produced four suture monsters. He was so tired that he sat down on the ground, and the ground shook.

Abaddon shook his head and said, "I hope these stitched monsters are worth the cost of their production."

While speaking, Abaddon thrust his lance into the ground suddenly, his spiritual power surged wildly, and black mist enveloped the camp.

"Necrosis!"

All the enemies who were infected with necrosis during their lifetime have a skeleton soldier crawling out of their corpses.

Of course, it is the skeleton soldier at the bottom. Even the ordinary template is not enough for the skeleton soldier resurrected by the necrosis skill, and the template is automatically reduced by one level.

At the same time, hundreds of skeleton soldiers climbed out.

Vladimir praised: "Every time I see Lord Abaddon's ability, I am very enviable."

Abaddon's aura became much weaker, his spiritual power dropped to less than 500 points in an instant, and the soul fire in his eyes dimmed a bit.

With a long hiss, the skeletal horse under Abaddon disappeared into a black mist. This is because it is difficult for Abaddon to maintain the spiritual power consumption of the skeletal horse, so he automatically chooses to reduce the consumption.

"Necrosis skills really have a limit."

Sigdrifa said: "Reviving more than 600 skeleton soldiers without a template will exhaust you like this. It seems that your limit will not exceed 1,000."

Abaddon nodded. He first turned into a two-meter-high, human-like appearance, then took out two spirit crystals, held them in his palms, slowly absorbed them, and recovered the lost spiritual power.

"The master's order is for us to continue to accumulate strength before the decisive battle. This is the first camp of the northern army that we captured, and I have also found out the location of the other two camps. When His Excellency Abaddon's spiritual power recovers, Let's move on to the next target!"