Battle

Boundless Undead swarmed in, Zul'ra flew away a piece of Undead, and the spear in his hand was inserted into the body of a Ghoul. He took it away without bothering to snatch it back, and was jumped on by a Ghoul like a monkey. After he pulled out the dagger from his waist and cut off its head, he suddenly felt a little strange, and there was a pair of eyes looking at him.👣🔥  🐍♡

Zul'ra followed the feeling and looked up, only to see a skeleton staring directly at him in Undead. The eye sockets of ordinary skeletons are filled with soul fire that is invisible to the naked eye, but in the eye sockets of this skeleton, there is a pair of cloudy and yellow eyes, which are exuding a cruel and evil smile at him.

Looking at the eyes of the skeletons in the crowd, Zul'ra immediately determined the situation. It was an acolyte with a skull covering his head pretending to be a skeleton, and he went up to kill him. Zul'ra was stunned before he could act on his idea, because he felt that he had no feeling when he stepped on Ghoul's right foot and his entire thigh.

"Oops!" Zul'ra slashed away the approaching skeleton Warrior with his sword. He touched his right leg with his left hand. He really couldn't feel it. The whole leg seemed to be filled with lead and could not move at all.

Zul'ra felt that his right leg could not move, and unconsciously panicked. He swung his sword and cut Ghoul in half, and then tried hard to clean up Undead who was close to him. At the same time, he looked around, hoping that someone could help him. However, Elves, who was closest to him, was still several meters away. He didn't know how to call for help!

"Don't panic, don't panic." Zul'ra felt his right leg that could not move, swung his sword to cut Undead open, and muttered words, but for no reason. The less he wanted to panic, the more his body became less and less obedient.

"Poor King of the Amani, you are helpless." The helpless world suddenly became quiet, and the image of the tall Trolls appeared in front of him. Only his lower jaw had flesh on his entire face, and the upper half of his face was completely skeletonized. The top of his head was covered with thatch-like hard hair, and his eyes were burning with two bunches of playful blue flames. It was Bwonsamdi.

Zul'ra looked at Bwonsamdi who appeared in front of him, swung his sword to cut away Ghoul who was rushing towards him, and then was thrown to the ground by a pile of skeletons, Zul'ra wanted to get them away, but he felt that the skeletons were moving around. At the same time, he felt pain in his calves and wrists. Looking through the gaps between the skeletons on his body, he saw a skeleton biting his calves and stabbing his thighs with bone claws.

"Oh, poor King of the Amani, died at the hands of a group of nameless skeletons. It's really pitiful, but this is also a good thing, right! Soon, you will be reunited with all spirits." Bwonsamdi's half-skeleton face faced Zul'ra's face under a skeleton arm, with a playful tone in his voice.

"..." Zul'ra looked at Bwonsamdi's half-white face and couldn't help but roll his eyes. He grabbed the neck bone of a skeleton, then picked it up as a weapon, swept away other skeletons, and smashed the skeletons biting his calves and stabbing his thighs into pieces.

"Dear Bwonsamdi." Zul'ra used brute force to tear apart the skeleton covering his body. He sat up and took a breath, then grabbed a Ghoul that was coming towards him, turned over and pinned it to the ground, picked up the dagger nearby and stabbed his head.

"Well done, King of the Amani, you killed one Ghoul, oh, it's okay, there are three more coming towards you." Bwonsamdi half-crouched next to Zul'ra who was pressing Ghoul, and made a mocking sound that sounded like cheers, while pointing at several corpse-eating monsters lying on the ground in the distance.

Zul'ra felt one leg lose consciousness and was lying on Ghoul unable to stand up. He followed the fingers of Bwonsamdi sitting next to him and looked at Ghoul who was running on all fours. At the same time as he felt that the soul of the dead was coming, his eyes suddenly turned to a figure standing on the battlefield.

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The figure on the battlefield was unremarkable. He was wearing a purple-striped robe and a skull mask on his head. He was the acolyte from before. Zul'ra saw this acolyte again, and saw that his evil and cruel eyes were still looking at him. However, looking at him from this angle, he saw that the acolyte's lips stained with filth were opening and closing continuously.

"Cursed." Zul'ra looked at the acolyte standing in Undead, and an idea flashed in his mind. He lost consciousness in his legs and was controlled by a curse spell.

After killing this acolyte, the spell will be unlocked. Zul'ra felt that he was no longer so confused for a moment. He grabbed the dagger with all his strength, cut away the rushing Ghoul, and then stabbed another Ghoul, but the Ghoul took his dagger away, and then the third Ghoul threw him to the ground and bit his face with his wild white teeth.

Zul'ra looked at Ghoul, who was almost zero distance away from him, and hurriedly reached out and put his hand on its neck, keeping its scarlet eyes and wild white teeth away from his face. The power of this thing was not great, but it was surprisingly ferocious. The bone claws that kept struggling were swept across the face, causing a sharp sting.

"Fuck me." Zul'ra felt the sting on his face and looked at the stinking Ghoul. He roared and pushed it to the ground, smashing his head with two punches. Then he raised his head and looked at the acolyte who was still looking at him. He was about to make a move when he suddenly found an abomination coming towards him in the distance.

Zul'ra Looking at Undead the hatred running out of the sea, and the acolyte standing not far away cursing him, he wanted to curse. He reached out and grabbed the dagger next to him, and was about to make a desperate move. Unexpectedly, his straight and unconscious right leg shook violently, and his knee hit the ground directly, but it recovered.

After recovering, Zul'ra felt happy in his heart, and climbed forward to snatch the dagger from Ghoul. When he stood up and looked again, he saw that the psychic acolyte was slowly falling down, with an arrow stuck in his neck, and behind him, the abomination was still approaching.

"Hurry up and fight." The voice came from behind. Zul'ra looked at the hatred in front of him and raised his eyebrows slightly, but did not look back. He recognized who it was. It was Lirath, Sylvanas's younger brother, the young man from Windrunner's family. He shot down the acolyte.

Not caring to look back at Lirath, Zul'ra looked at the abomination that was approaching, took the initiative to attack with the dagger in his hand, walked quickly under its armpit, and used the blade to slice open it. Then he turned around and cut off the arm that was grabbing at him from behind his head, then cut off his left hand holding the chopping knife, then cut off his right hand dragging the iron hook, and finally cut off his head with the last sword, and the giant suture monster was immediately completely dismembered and fell to the ground.

"Come on, we are ready to retreat." Lirath's voice came. After Zul'ra took down the rotten meat monster, he ignored the nausea and looked at the Elves boy in front of him and knocked Undead away. E's back, he quickly kicked away the skeleton that was leaning next to him and followed him. At this moment, the civilians in Sunfury Spire had been successfully transferred, and there were only soldiers fighting with Undead at the street corner.

Thanks to Chunfeng Zhixia and Xiangxiang Rice for the reward, and thank you for your support.