None of You Can Escape

"Captain! What do we do now?" a hobgoblin asked, his voice trembling.

Anyone surrounded by over two hundred undead creatures would naturally feel fear.

Hadn't even the ogres, who were usually brainless and only knew how to charge in and smash things, cautiously retreated?

As for the half-orcs, who had no connection to the word "loyalty," they had already turned to look at the small wooden boats overturned on the beach several times.

If not for the deterrent effect of Captain "Bloodhand's" reputation, they probably would have scattered and fled long ago.

This was also why the backbone of the ship had always been hobgoblins, who belonged to the lawful evil alignment, rather than humans, half-orcs, or the surprisingly strong ogres.

Only under the management of the hobgoblins could the entire pirate ship possess strict discipline and formidable combat power.

Harlett took a deep breath, suddenly drew another short sword from his waist, pointed it at the soldiers who remained standing in place, and shouted to his subordinates, "Charge and capture him! Only by catching this guy can we force out the necromancer hiding behind the scenes. Otherwise, we won't be able to escape even if we want to. Don't forget, the undead don't need to breathe. If they rush over and capsize the ship, then drag people underwater, we'll all drown."

Instantly!

All the pirates' faces changed.

Even the half-orcs who were ready to escape in the chaos a second ago gave up their original plan and struck a desperate pose.

Because they knew their captain was right.

With the speed of their small boats, even if they rowed with all their might, they couldn't escape these undead who feared no death and needed no breath in the shallow waters.

"You think capturing me can threaten my master? How naive!" the soldier said, sneering as he stood his ground.

He showed no intention of retreating or fleeing at all.

Instead, he lightly cut the skin and blood vessels of his wrist with his short sword, letting his blood drip onto the ground along his fingers.

This act of self-mutilation immediately alerted the pirates.

But before they could figure out what he was trying to do, the previously slow-moving zombies around them suddenly became restless, like sharks smelling blood.

Some of them were even attracted by the scent of fresh blood, falling into a state of abnormal frenzy.

"This is bad! Stop that damned guy quickly! He's trying to commit suicide!"

Harlett, as expected of someone with extensive experience, immediately recognized that the soldier was activating a terrifying undead magic ritual through sacrifice.

But unfortunately, he was still a step too late.

The moment the ogres, hobgoblins, and half-orc pirates roared and charged forward, the summoned human soldier unhesitatingly plunged the short sword into his own heart.

To be precise, this was the real mission Zuo Si had given him.

Feeling his life force draining away, the soldier, using the last of his strength before dying, shouted, "Fear before the power of my master! Tremble! None of you will escape!"

The moment he breathed his last!

The sacrifice was complete!

An indescribable chilling sensation enveloped the entire beach!

The bonfires that had been burning fiercely suddenly extinguished without warning.

At the same time, all the pirates present who were still alive shivered in unison, feeling as if the temperature around them was rapidly dropping.

As for the agitated zombies, they became much more responsive and moved much faster, as if they had been injected with chicken blood and stimulants.

What was even more critical was that their reaction to the presence of the living became even more intense.

In the blink of an eye, over two hundred resurrected zombies roared and charged at the pirates guarding the beach.

"Maintain tight formation! Prepare to meet the attack!"

Harlett brandished his gem-encrusted scimitar, directly decapitating a human zombie.

He understood that if he didn't step forward to stabilize morale now, they might be overwhelmed by the undead in one wave.

At the same time, the moment the scimitar struck the neck, a flash of silver lightning flickered on the blade.

It went without saying that the magical scimitar's effect was to create additional lightning damage upon impact.

After all, having sailed the seas for so many years, Harlett had accumulated considerable wealth.

Acquiring a few magic weapons and equipment for himself was a perfectly normal thing.

Seeing their captain fighting desperately, the other pirates stopped thinking too much and quickly formed a circular defensive formation, engaging in a desperate battle with the zombies that surged like a tide.

Due to the intensity of the battle, no one noticed that the suicidal soldier's corpse had vanished without a trace at some point.

Meanwhile, Zuo Si, who had been hiding in the woods without showing himself, was wearing glasses that had been enchanted with [Darkvision] and [Far Sight Magic]. He closely observed the fierce battle not far away and then commented expressionlessly, "As expected of someone who has made such a name for himself in the Nylanthian Islands and the Sea of Swords.

To train a group of low-quality pirates to be like an army.

It seems my choice to hide first was indeed the correct one.

If I were to engage them head-on, my chances of winning would be very, very low.

Especially Harlett, he must be carrying some powerful magical items.

So there's no need to rush, I'll observe for a while longer..."

The subsequent development of the situation proceeded as Zuo Si had predicted.

As the resurrected low-level undead, driven by the magic ritual, madly assaulted the defensive formation formed by the pirates, even dragging the half-orcs and hobgoblins out from within and devouring them alive after pinning them to the ground, the pirate captain finally revealed his first trump card.

It was a silver amulet hanging around his neck.

Harlett took out an oval-shaped badge at the end of the necklace from his clothes, whispered something, and it suddenly emitted a dazzling holy light.

The next second…

All the zombies within a ten-meter radius fell down instantly and never got up again.

Undoubtedly, they were purified by some kind of positive energy spell stored within the amulet.

This single action alone had eliminated at least twenty undead.

However, soon, more zombies charged forward again.

After all, the greatest advantage of undead creatures was that they never felt fatigue or fear.

Even when facing a god, even when all their companions around them were dead and only they remained, low-level undead creatures with little intelligence would still attack without hesitation.

"Captain! If you have any more tricks up your sleeve, use them now. We can't hold on any longer!" a heavily injured hobgoblin gasped, reminding him.

Beside him, the two main combatants, ogres, were covered in wounds, with several bite marks on their arms and legs.

Most importantly, the continuous, intense battle had exhausted everyone's stamina.

Almost every pirate still alive was gasping with their mouths wide open, desperately trying to suck in more air, their lungs feeling like they were on fire.

"I know! Just hold on a little longer, everyone! There aren't many of these undead left!"

Harlett shouted back without turning his head, then raised his left hand and activated a goat horn magic ring worn on his index finger.

Instantly!

A goat head phantom, entirely composed of magical energy, appeared out of thin air and charged forward at extreme speed.

BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!

With a deafening roar, all the zombies in the path of the goat head phantom were sent flying at least ten meters away by the impact.

The terrifying power even snapped two coconut trees as thick as an adult man's waist.