If someone looks down at the hills southwest of the North Wind Tower at this moment, he will find that the black and green war fog spreads like a sea, and white waves are surging in it, rushing to the south.

The snow stopped, but the clouds became thicker.

Atsk looked far away, and he could only learn from the fog of war that the undead was far beyond his imagination. The rolling black clouds blocked his sight, and could only vaguely see two flags dancing wildly in the wind, coming towards them almost parallel.

In front of Atsk, there were shield soldiers holding a strong shield and wearing petrified lizard leather armor. They enjoyed the best defensive equipment of Ciliki and built the most reliable defense line of Ciliki with the halberd soldiers. The archers stood on the high ground in the rear and turned into two square arrays, which had occupied the best long-range strike position.

And wherever he could not see, the Great Sword Warriors had already lurked on both wings. If there were cavalry, the formation of the siege would be more perfect. Unfortunately, Roberto's cavalry was not yet large, and it would be too difficult to adapt to the climate of the northern border.

Atsk had not even been able to show such a perfect formation several times in the battle flag simulation exercise, but at this moment he felt even more unsure.

The Siliki army has won many victories, and they have won a big victory every time. But this also makes them lack the tempering of tough battles - he doesn't know whether these shield soldiers can withstand the impact of skeletons that have no concept of "death", and this is far beyond the number of undead he imagined, and will directly exceed the carrying capacity of the exit pocket array.

Atsk clenched his fists, his lips were a little white in the cold environment. He looked to both sides, but saw that both Mia Christian and Alina were calm and did not seem to feel panic at all.

Caroline sat in Diana's arms, her little face was flushed at the moment, and her fingers were circled in circles in front of her eyes, so she could see further and find Cyril earlier.

"Finished, found! Cyril is back!"

She suddenly started to scream. Atsk's thoughts that had just floated away were suddenly pulled back by her screams, and he hurriedly looked forward. But in the black and green fog, two white waves rushed towards their shield soldiers in a cone shape, and there was a knight at the forefront of the two waves.

Their heads are flying, and the images of silver deer heads and crescent moons are refreshed by everyone waiting. What is more prominent is the knight on the left - he is riding a rushing flame, with black and red flames twisting in the wind, burning angrily. The snow is trampled to the sides by horse hooves, but it is burned and melted in the air.

But the war horse, covered in darkness, jumped up, and the knight turned around and swung his sword. The blue sword light immediately tore up dozens of skeletons.

Not their lord, Cyril Adrien, who is it?

"They succeeded!" Atsk threw all his worries behind his head. The surging wave of undead made him tremble all over his body - there might be something fearful about this, but more of it was excitement and excitement!

His tactics were successful. After leaving the Military Academy, he actually had the opportunity to successfully implement the tactics!

"Rod, prepare-" he shouted in a torment, and the shield soldier immediately raised a sword in front of him and responded to him.

"Everyone is ready, push the shield, prepare to face the impact!"

Rhode's calm voice sounded, and with his voice, all the shield soldiers raised the strong shield in their hands. A holy halo naturally radiated from Rhode's body, wrapping the soldiers around him into it - the knight's halo skill can stabilize the soldiers' minds and prevent them from losing their fighting spirit from being affected by the negative states that may be brought to the undead.

Although this move may be a bit redundant, Rhodes only needed to turn his head slightly to see the high fighting spirit on the faces of the soldiers around him, and the bodies that were slightly up and down, warming up to meet the impact posture.

And he himself, too.

The black and red flame gradually became clear in front of you, and the outline of the Nightmare Horse could be distinguished. Fifty meters, thirty meters, and ten meters, the hideous skeleton face appeared together with the handsome face of the half-elf boy. Of course, there was also the clear one with only round armor and waving the big sword. At this moment, Cyril and Leonardo converged the magic in their bodies that had been attracting the undead to chase like a beacon, and then mobilized the horses, suddenly turned to the two wings in front of the shield soldiers, and completely released the undead to the shield soldiers.

"For Silicki!" Rhode roared suddenly, and behind him were the soldiers who were shouting and responding to each other-

"For Celiki!"

Amid the roar, the archers' square array had already spread their long bows in the high-pitched whistle of Memphira. The neat rain of arrows drew an elegant arc above the shield soldiers' heads, but this was a fatal drawing. The sharp and dense arrows seemed to be pouring rain, falling into the front line of the undead, and the heavy force directly knocked away its skull or smashed its body.

In an instant, these undead who were rushing like crazy took a step forward, and the subsequent undead's pace became scattered, and the speed of the impact was suddenly slowed down a lot.

But the dead bodies were still moving forward. No matter whether they had weapons in their hands, even if they were bare hands, they were blindly moving towards the smell of flesh and blood. Rhode roared, raised the hard shield in his hand, slapped the face of the undead who rushed to him in front of him, and directly cut its head away, then waved the long sword to cut the second and third undead together.

The shield soldiers' front had completely collided with the undead. At this moment, they only had the skeleton frame they were fighting and the skeleton frame they were about to fight. The stable defense line and the timely support of the archers made them feel extremely relaxed, and they even had the idea that skeletons were just like this.

But judging from the position of Atsk, the situation is not so optimistic-

Their "pocket array" is very large, and when there are limited numbers, the bottom of the pocket will naturally appear weak.

It was originally estimated that the number of undead should be similar to theirs, but at this moment, Atsk looked at the undead who was fighting with the bottom of his pocket, and the skeletons were still stacking layers... The number of these skeletons would not be twice theirs, right?

Then can his pockets contain these undead?

If you can't hold it, the big sword warriors on both sides will be attacked by the undead and surrounded by the back of the undead, and the pocket array will be completely broken...

But such concerns only existed in Atsk's mind for a short moment, and then he said firmly: "Signal arrows, informing the two wings to attack."

After the words came to an end, the archer beside him immediately replaced with a signal arrow. The silver light soared into the sky tore through the clouds in the air, and a silver deer head symbol bloomed in the sky.

Not only the Great Sword Warriors who were already on standby, but also the Huiyi Infantry Regiment, which was already watching the Siliki Army on the flank.

"Silver deer head? Whose badge is this?" Atley frowned. After thinking about it, he didn't expect that there was a noble family in the conscript order that had such a badge.

But it doesn’t matter what symbol the family emblem is. The important point is, which pocket array is arranged by this?

Such standard and perfect, whether it is the bottom of the pocket, the sides of the pocket, or the archers who form enemy formations. He even feels that the chess pieces in the war chess game are not as beautiful as these soldiers, and even the Huiyi Infantry Regiment under his command...

What's even more strange is that this pocket array gives him a wonderful sense of familiarity—

It seemed, as if, as if, when he was a student, he should have fought against such a formation.

The opponent's formation was arranged perfectly, and he used "cavalry" as bait to pull his troops into the pocket array meat grinder. With the same number of people, he could not find a way to deal with it with the backhand, and he could only lose with a huge loss.

The commander's talent is truly outstanding and is top in their class.

It’s a pity that for some reason, the other party did not choose to join the army and disappeared after graduation.

If he joined the army, then should he be at a higher position than him now?

Of course, Atley didn't think that the commander would be the commander of this team. After all, people from the Military Academy did not have such a wonderful idea.

Even if you think about it, you will give up unstable plans because you care too much about the ability of your troops and choose a more secure choice - this is a common problem for the students of the Military Academy, but it may also be called an advantage.

"Sir, their formation is maintained... even better than us." The adjutant said his heart.

He nodded heavily and looked not far ahead, one of the two wings of the pocket array. The commander of the latter had already discovered them, a woman with long red hair, carrying a big sword of more than one person on her back. After glanced at them proudly, he did not move any more, as if he had acquiesced to their onlookers.

Her subordinates didn't even turn their heads back, but just quietly held the big sword and waited for the battle.

But just as the silver deer head and the sky bloomed, these big sword warriors who were motionless like wooden people suddenly came to life. The red-haired female swordsman raised the big sword on her back, pointed forward, and then rushed towards the undead like the sea.

Atley's breath suddenly stopped - just now he was surprised by the excellence of the pocket array, and at this moment he noticed the number of undead on the plain. If it were to say the "bottom" of the pocket array, it was obviously far from enough to accommodate it.

However, in this situation, the commander of this team actually insisted on the pocket formation? Is he a fool or a lunatic?

No, it must be a madman - only madman thinks of attacking three undead strongholds at the same time, without a doubt.

The thoughts in Atley's mind sprang out one by one, and even ignored the question of his adjutant's "whether to attack together". As he thought about it, the swordsman led by the red-haired female swordsman had already sharply cut into the wings of the undead.

Xie's jumping figure seemed like thunder, and lightning appeared above the sword. Every time he swung his sword, he could lift two or three skeletons away. The big sword warriors beside her were equally brave, and there was no fear of the ferocious faces of the undead.

On the other side of their pocket, Hagen Troneg, and Leonardo, who had already joined the team, led the team into the undead formation and cut it off from it.

If an ordinary human team had encountered such a flanking impact, it would have been completely defeated.

But they are fighting against the dead.

From death, I don't know what the fearless soul is.

In terms of individual combat capabilities, whether it is a new skeleton or an "elite skeleton" that has been improved, they are all at the bottom of the military tree.

But they are the most indispensable part of the undead team and the most critical link to win.

Because they are many.

And they are not afraid of death.

The white bones waved their arms and broke half of their bodies to use the remaining half to block the attack of the Siliki army. The pocket formation was very smooth when it was formed in the first lunar calendar, but as the two winged swordsmen deepened, the number of undead far exceeding the estimated number of them suddenly failed to move forward, but instead they were surrounded.

At the same time, the shield soldiers and halberd soldiers on the bottom line were also caught in a tough battle.

"Can they still stick?" Alina looked ahead worriedly, "Does it need to be adjusted..."

But to say that, the girl could not think of any idea to deal with it. The damage to the war has appeared. Although it is not too much, it will definitely increase rapidly after the bottom line formation cannot withstand the impact of the undead siege.

But Atsk had no other expression on his face at this time, he just looked ahead calmly and said, "Most of the skeletons have no weapons. If they can't even resist such an offensive, then the previous training would be in vain."

He clenched his fists as he spoke, his chest couldn't help but rise and fall. After a while, he asked, "Where is Lord Lord? Has he not come back?"

Even Miss Mia showed a confused look. Just after Cyril ran to the side, her attention was all on the shield soldiers and the undead that were about to collide, and she didn't notice Cyril's movements at all.

Instead, Caroline raised her hand and shouted, "I know, I know."

"Cyril, he ran towards that village!"

"Ah?" Atsk opened his mouth wide, and his hand that had just let go of it and clenched his fists again-

What exactly does this lord want to do?

At the same time, after a circle, Nightmare Horse had already returned to the entrance of the second village that had not been out for a long time.

Cyril was not worried about whether his subordinates could deal with these undeads, even if the number of undeads exceeded expectations. The same idea as Atsk - if they could not even solve some of the underlying undeads, they would not be able to mess with the battlefield in the northern border.

What he cared more about was the master of these undead spirits - the undead spirit wizard.

I haven't come out yet after all this battle, so why are you hiding in your lair?
Chapter completed!