As the cold wind whistled, more than thirty riders stood up on the high slope.

Berens looked at the connected bones from afar, and there was also some anxiety on his face that had always been strong.

"Although I know that these skeletons are vulnerable bone frames...but there are too many of them."

One hundred corpses? I'm afraid there are two hundred skeletons here. Most ants bite the elephant to death. The more than 20 soldiers in poor condition in the Flying Dragon Legion alone cannot break through such a huge obstacle.

The most important thing is that his captain, Acheson, was seriously injured. The rest of the people were almost the same strength, and they were all the normal soldiers. Without a particularly prominent spearhead, it was impossible to tear a line of defense for a white bone.

"There is no need to wipe them out completely, just tear apart apart." Cyril said lightly, "These skeletons are all newborn skeletons. Although some of them may have some strength because of their lifetime memories, they cannot flexibly dispatch them. As long as they tear apart apart, they will not be able to surround you."

He, Berens and Alina, three riders, were running in front, quietly listening to the whispers of the mercenaries in the rear, either anxious or uneasy. None of them had the "spiritual" look like they were planning to make quick money when they left the city and then ran away after they made a fortune.

And Berens also saw all this and couldn't help but smile bitterly:

"It makes you laugh--"

He knew very well that this young man could never be a character who was living a life of money like the mercenaries in front of him. Just the sword in his hand - it was the symbol of the Silver Blade Knights.

It’s just a young knight in his teenage years, which is really shocking. Generally, it is a very amazing existence to be a knight in his twenties.

What's more, the sword skills displayed by the other party are still so outstanding.

But Cyril had no intention of being strange at all and said calmly: "Nothing ridiculous. I have seen many such people. They were confused and afraid at first, but later they woke up to the point of being brave as they were at first."

He said, sighing softly: "It's a pity that they all died in the end."

"What are you talking about?" Berens asked in confusion, but saw the boy just shook his head, "It's nothing, just a little thing from the past."

He paused for a moment before continuing:

"Actually, it's not embarrassing that they lost to me and Alina. If they can successfully break through this level next, they may transform."

"Transformation?" Berens felt that the boy's words became more and more ridiculous. He felt a little itchy in his heart. He wanted to cut open the boy's head and see what was hidden inside.

"At least they will change from a group of cowardly fugitives to a fighter who can be deceived to death." Cyril could not see any expression on his face:

"Today's victory will make them feel that they have the power to fight against the skeletons. When they need to fight head-on with the undead regular army, they can rush up to die generously."

Berens was shocked and almost slid down from the horse's back. He began to regret talking to the boy about this topic.

But he could vaguely understand what the boy meant.

He wanted to say something, but saw the young man next to him suddenly raised his hand high, and the knight sword in his hand burst out with thousands of silver lights in an instant, causing the mercenaries behind him to focus on the sword in his hand.

In front of them, in the village, an arrow was flying high and suddenly exploded in the air.

That is the signal arrow that the Flying Dragon Legion is preparing to launch an offensive!

Their eyes were staring at the sword in the boy's hand, and naturally they also saw the arrow flying high. In an instant, everyone became nervous, and the boy's voice also sounded:

"Prepare, charge."

Without any mobilization or comforting words, Cyril just pointed the silver sword forward so simply and bluntly, without even the slightest tone of attacking.

It was as if the mercenaries behind him regarded as nothing and had no hope for them.

But he himself squeezed the horse's belly with force, and a rider rushed out like an arrow from the string. The silver sword was like a bright street lamp in the night, and Berens and Alina were following him. The three riders rushed straight behind the undead like a sharp arrow.

The mercenaries were stunned, but this lasted for less than a second, and then everyone felt an unknown sense of humiliation.

It was like the two sides of the duel that lost the bet and the party who lost the donkey wanted to lick the donkey's ass, but when they finally accepted the fact that they were willing to accept the loss, the other party was disdainful to see them fulfilling the bet, so they rode the donkey and left directly!

Chase him and prove it to him that they dare to lick, can lick the donkey's ass too!

"charge!"

"charge!"

I don’t know who raised his weapon and shouted the first sentence. Then everyone started shouting. In an instant, the thirty cavalry began to run wildly, chasing the three cavalry ahead.

The entrance of the village that was still quite "quiet" before was already in chaos. The tightly closed village door had been opened. The soldiers of the Flying Dragon Legion shouted loudly, either rushing out of the door, crossing the wall, and crashing into the clusters of bones regardless.

The covetousness of these necrotic creatures on the living had long made their bones and joints itchy and almost rubbed into powder. At this time, they waved the farm tools or weapons held in the bone claws and rushed towards the soldiers of the Flying Dragon Legion. In an instant, shouts, shattering sounds, and muffled groans sounded.

This several-fold difference suddenly made the Dragon Legion into a tough battle, but when one of the tired eyes glanced behind the bones, he suddenly felt energetic and shouted loudly:

"They are here, they are here!"

Just as he finished speaking, a figure as fast as lightning broke into the pile of bones. The heavy sword swung from bottom to top, swung three or four skeletons together in the roar of the horse. The mount under his seat also kicked the skeleton over his feet and stomped past.

And just behind him, dozens of galloping horses that started a step slower, had already chased after him. The mercenaries on the horse looked like crazy. When they rushed into the bones, some even closed their eyes and waved their weapons randomly.

But the next second, when they found that their unruly charge had achieved outstanding results, they couldn't help but whistle smugly one by one, and some even shouted with fists:

"Look! Look at how I kicked their ass, you stupid pig!"

They didn't even notice that there were two missing in the first figure, and the object they cursed was no longer visible-

Cyril and Alina were holding swords, and had already turned over and dismounted, and arrived at the place closest to the necromancers.

Hunting the undead mage is their mission.

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There are many things I want to say, but it is not appropriate to say them now. Poipoi is a newbie who has just arrived at the starting point to write books. She has many things she doesn't understand. While writing, she is also reflecting on the mistakes in the previous article.

But I can’t make much modification to what I have written, so I can only write better in the following text as much as possible. I am very grateful to the opinions put forward by several brothers in the book review area, which has taught me a lot, such as "full of dust", "I can’t ignore the name" of brothers, "Traveler of the Starry Sky", etc., etc., so I won’t list them all. Thank you very much.

I don’t know how many people will see this, I just hope that those who see this can continue to watch it, just treat it as... witnessing the growth of poipoi?

This book has achieved results beyond my imagination. Now there is a possibility of going to a higher level. I hope everyone can support it so that I can write it with a stable mindset?

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