Act 8 Bloodstained Forest
"Johnson!"
"How could you—"
The young militiamen glared at their comrades. And the young man who was controlled by the corpse witch was even more pale, trembling, and his head was deeply lowered by shame and fear.
But he didn't want to die either, did he.
Freya felt that her heart was about to stop, and she subconsciously drew her sword. But the corpse witch immediately dispelled her thoughts, the green light in its eye sockets suddenly burst, and one of the young man's arms immediately burst open like a balloon, the blood splashed, he screamed, and the whole person fell to the ground and curled up in one. group.
"Oh, eldest sister, please save me—!"
Qiao Sen rolled on the ground like a bloody man, wailing again and again.
This terrifying scene made several people immediately turn their heads and vomit. The ponytail girl's face also turned white all of a sudden, she shook it and almost fell softly.
"Little human girl, you'd better not act rashly." The corpse witch warned her sharply, and its piercing gaze swept over everyone present.
However, it immediately found that there were some militiamen present, not worth mentioning, insects.
The green light in the corpse witch's eyes dimmed, a little disappointed. It was ordered to hunt down the whereabouts of the human scout who had escaped earlier, not to tangle with these insects.
Freya's heart was blank, but she still endured waves of dizziness and tried to think about how to get out of this situation. She still remembered that she was the leader of this group, and she couldn't show her weak side at will.
As for the girl by Roman's side, she fainted immediately, thanks to the merchant lady who supported her.
Sophie felt Roman gripped her sleeve tightly with one hand, which was a kind of reliance and trust. Before, he also helped the girl militia captain with a long ponytail in the back to prevent her from falling directly, but the strength of the latter was beyond his expectations.
But in any case, he knew that the other party needed some comfort at this time, otherwise he might collapse psychologically first.
It is difficult for a girl living in a peaceful era to accept such a cruel scene. Fortunately, Eruyin is a war-torn country, and most young people here have such a consciousness.
"Freya." Sophie said weakly and slightly.
The girl was slightly startled, and immediately woke up. She took a breath and calmed down a little with Sophie's help. Seeing that her fingers on the hilt softened a lot, Sophie couldn't help but nodded in admiration.
This kind of performance can be regarded as excellent, and few ordinary people can calm down on the edge of life and death. Although he doesn't know why he doesn't seem to be nervous at all - it seems that after experiencing the test of time-travel and later life and death, his mentality has become calm.
But anyway, at least it's a good thing.
He continued to ask in an inaudible voice: "Remember what I said before, do you want to plan for the worst?"
Freya was stunned for a moment, and nodded slightly from her back.
"Do you still have the strength to fight?"
"Yep--"
Imperceptible response.
Sophie was relieved, and he rubbed the cold wind ring with his thumb - the feeling in response told him that the charging was only halfway completed.
Three hours is way too slow compared to a 10-minute charge in the game. Fortunately, half of the energy is enough. Although it cannot create a complete wind bomb, it is enough to create a strong wind.
Anyway, he has already prepared for the worst, and there is no worse possibility.
Meanwhile, the corpse witch finally confirmed that there were no other ambushes here. It didn't even look at the pitiful worm who was wailing at its feet, and raised its arm with only bones left:
"Soldiers, kill them all—"
The sharp, dry voice just sounded, and four skeleton soldiers armed with sharp swords and wearing black chain armor immediately appeared in the forest.
They emerged from the mist, their bodies rattled, and they approached Freya and her group step by step.
Maybe Freya's team members had the idea to fight back against these cold monsters earlier, but not now. The young people were full of confidence before, but at this moment they have been frightened by the cold blood of the enemy and their whole body is chilled.
They could only retreat step by step with a pale face until they reached a dead end. Perhaps out of the instinct of biological self-preservation, they hurriedly pulled out the swords around their waists - but looking at that pair of shrinking hands, no one dared to have much fighting power left. Guarantee.
Only the sound of inhalation remained in the forest.
Looking at these pale young people, the corpse witch couldn't help but let out a sneer from the leaking chin.
Green light flickered in its eyes, as if enjoying the pleasure of this fear.
Indeed, human fears are their worst enemy, weak, fleeting, and easily exploited by useless feelings. In contrast, the undead naturally overcome all these defects, and each of them can be the best soldier, especially the lower-level undead - without even thinking, only blind obedience.
Compared with the well-trained militias among humans, who behave like a helpless child on the battlefield, such a weak creature should never exist in this world.
It couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust from the bottom of his heart: Yes, Madara will win--
But at this time, the corpse witch heard a superfluous voice: "—I'll leave it to you." This was the voice of a young man, calm, steady, and full of confidence.
The corpse witch felt a slight jump in the fire of his soul, which was an ominous sign, and it immediately turned around vigilantly.
In its empty vision was a shining ring.
The ring was worn on the index finger of the badly wounded militiaman, who had never paid any serious attention to the guy before—a half-dead human being, what's the point?
Pretending to be seriously injured can deceive other people, but it must not deceive the undead. These cold-blooded monsters crawling out of the grave can look directly at the fire of life when they look at a living being, and the faint and dim fire of life in Sophie is absolutely impossible to disguise.
That's a seriously injured person.
It seems so.
But the real threat came from the ring on the opponent's hand, which was a magic ring. The green fireball in the corpse witch's eyes dimmed a little, and it could almost smell a deadly aura gathering in the air.
It recognizes this smell, and one of its masters let it come into contact with some fakes when teaching it black magic, and from the breath escaping from it, it can be seen that it is at least a magic ring with an energy level of 20.
How can an item of a formal wizard appear in the hands of an ordinary person?
The corpse witch couldn't help showing a look of panic and greed.
"Soldiers of the dead, go get me that thing—" it screamed, raising the bone staff.
"Oss—"
But Sophie raised her right hand and tried her best to spit out the word—or more like to squeeze the air out of her lungs. When the young man fell back again, he couldn't help sweating profusely.
The space swelled for a moment, then contracted sharply—
When the contraction erupted back to its original state again, the wildly radiating air shrieked loudly enough to penetrate the eardrums.
The wind stabbed the corpse and its skeleton soldiers like straight arrows, and even though they raised their dry arms to protect themselves, the turbulent flow through their empty ribs formed a vortex of air that pulled them step by step. Lean to one side.
No damage, but the diversion effect is obvious enough.
"Freya!" Sophie shouted.
The girl drew out her long sword in response, and a crisp metallic trembling sounded, and her long horse tail fluttered in the wind——
But what surprised Sophie was that the junior militia captain was not impulsive, but immediately turned his head and scolded the others: "Makmi, Essen! What are you waiting for, Bucci militiamen! The third team, come with me!"
Inspiring courage is sometimes like a signal. At the juncture of life and death, a word or a hint can make people burst into endless power.
But there is one condition, and that is calm.
One person's calm can affect more people, just like now. Under Freya's reminder, the young militiamen were slightly startled, but they finally realized that this was the best chance and the only chance to survive.
The sudden gust of wind caused the skeleton soldiers and the corpse witch to step back, and there was no time for him to care.
This discovery made the boys regain their courage, and the tactical literacy trained on weekdays seemed to have returned to their bodies at this moment in the sound of the sword being unsheathed.
"Macmi, cover me."
"Damn monsters, now it's your turn..."
"Kill that dark wizard first—!"
"That's a corpse witch."
"Little Phoenix, come behind me."
They started to try to fight back.
But Sophie looked at the chaotic scene with some worry. He was afraid that these guys would make an impulse and ruin the situation, so he couldn't help but reminded calmly from behind: "Remember calm, everyone! Only when you calm down can you fight— —!"
In the Amber Sword, he has seen many novice Leng Touqing, exactly like these young people.
Warm blood is a good thing, but don't get carried away.
He had to recite the militia's combat doctrine in a deep voice, which was recited by everyone present, but there were not many people who could recall these dull and valuable experiences during the battle.
I have to say that Brando is an outlier.
Sophie had all the memories of the young man's last battle. As a recruit, the opponent's performance couldn't have been better. Even as a senior fighter, he has to say that Brando is indeed a young man with extraordinary talent in swordsmanship - the only pity is that he encountered the wrong battle at the wrong time.
On the other side, with Sophie's reminder, the boys really calmed down. But this is not enough, Sophie knows that these guys still need to take a little advantage to strengthen their confidence, otherwise the morale that has been built up in a short period of time will easily collapse.
The wind became weaker.
The skeleton soldiers shook their squeaking chain armor and prepared to counterattack. They tried to regain their balance, but the voice of Sophie over there had already instructed Butch's militiamen to change their tactics:
"Listen, these low-level soldiers of Madara lack intelligence, move slowly, and turning around is their biggest weakness. Try to move to the left in the direction of their swords, there is a blind spot where you can attack safely..."
"Markmi, you are going to attack with Essen from left to right. Do you know how to cover? Yes, to attract the attention of that skeleton, that's all."
Sophie was half lying on a rock, staring at the situation on the battlefield, while pointing out what the opponent should do next. There seems to be a particular magic in his language that one cannot help but convince—the power we call self-confidence, the composure, the coolness, that one subconsciously leans on when overwhelmed.
But Buch's militias soon tasted the sweetness. First, Ike slashed the tibia of a skeleton soldier with a sword in his thigh at the cost of his reminder, and then his partner, Little Phoenix, rushed up and pierced the skull of the bone frame with a sword. .
The moment the long sword pierced the skull, the icy monster fell apart with a clatter, and the fire of the soul in its eyes flashed slightly, and it quickly dimmed.
A little golden light flew out from the broken bones, and then sank into Sophie's chest not far away.
Sophie was stunned for a moment. Unlike the last time, this time he clearly felt the abnormality—experience points, he suddenly realized this. But before he could verify this, he heard the young militiamen over there who had defeated the enemy shouting excitedly.
"God, I did it!" Ike could hardly believe it, he pressed his own bleeding wound and shouted: "Brando, how do you know this?"
Sophie smiled slightly. These experiences are all summed up by him and his partners in the game. Even the most insignificant one of them is full of profound lessons, because they are all precious and tempered in thousands of battles and deaths. cognition.
It seems that Brando has also learned some similar knowledge in the militia training, but in Sophie's view, it is too superficial, too superficial. If that knowledge can increase his combat effectiveness against skeleton soldiers by 10%, then his own should increase by half or more. UU reading www.uukanshu. com
From three hundred and seventy-five years to the second era, the experience of fighting Madara all year round made Sophie know the opponent from the lowest level of skeleton soldiers to the highest level of lich, bone dragon and even vampire lord. palm.
In terms of understanding of this dark country, I am afraid that few people in Eruin can compare to him. After all, before the first Black Rose War, the relationship between Madara and the world of light was not as tense as it was later.
Friction and conflict are not so frequent—
Of course, these experiences are also one of the things Sophie is most proud of in this world. Relying on his familiarity with this world, he was confident to continue walking, step by step, to return to the height he once had.
But now I have to finish the work at hand first. I don't know if the gust of wind caused before has caused other attention. For the sake of safety, it must be done quickly.
Thinking of this, his eyes fell on the corpse witch.
This is a formidable enemy.
(PS. Some friends don’t quite understand what list this book is going to rush to and the conditions for it,
Let me explain to you here. The list that this book is about to hit is the Weekly New Book Potential List. The criteria for the new book list: the second or more published works after becoming a writer of the starting point, the total word count is less than 200,000 words, and joining the starting point library within 30 days , Works that are updated every three days.
The formula for calculating the potential value of the newcomer and new book list is: clicks in the current week*5+recommendations in the current week*10+total collections/2.
Then click to count only member clicks, it must be counted only if the logged-in member clicks, and only counts once every 6 hours.
Today, the ranking of this book has risen by 2 places to the 22nd place, and I hope that it can advance a little more tomorrow. Finally, I continue to make a wish, and I can break out three chapters in the top 12.)