"For Strad!"

Just when I thought everything was over, a necromancer suddenly shouted a slogan and rushed up from the side.

He pushed Makal away with force, then turned around, reached out and grabbed Broken Steel with a passionate face.

The holy sword blessed by the fairy was extremely sharp and easily cut off his hands, but the necromancer rushed forward as if he could not feel the pain.

With a dull puff sound, Duangang easily penetrated his body, but was blocked by him for a while, giving Macar some time to breathe.

"A bunch of damn madmen!" I cursed, quickly pulling Duangang out of the fallen necromancer, and a ray also shot towards me from the side at this time.

"Weak and powerless!"

Accompanied by Makar's resentful and old voice, a dark green ray hit me accurately. I turned my head and looked to the side. Makar was smugly putting down the short staff in his hand.

Makar is worthy of being the leader of the Shadow of Death. His damn curse is much stronger than the same curse of ordinary necromancers. I soon felt that my power was rapidly losing, and the broken steel in my hand became heavier and heavier.

"Good spell," I smiled at Makal, "but since you know who I am, you should know that such a spell cannot stop me."

"Amnesia Dafa!" Makar continued to chant a spell in anger and shot another curse at me. A purple-blue ray shot at me at an extremely fast speed.

Seeing that there was no time to dodge, I gritted my teeth and quickly formed another sand wall in front of me regardless of the dizziness in my mind.

I don't want to use my body to experience the power of the "Amnesia Method". Just listening to this name, you can tell that the effect of this curse is very terrifying.

"Hide, Saren, hide!" Makal's voice came over again, "Your hunter friends are fighting hard, listen to their screams! How long can you hide behind this sand wall?"

I gritted my teeth. Although Makar's voice and tone were very annoying, he was right. I couldn't have seen the more than 60 hunters rushing across the defense line die in battle.

"Then try this, dear Makar."

I mobilized all the mental power that I could still mobilize in my mind, leaving only the minimum mental power, which ensured that I would not faint immediately after releasing this rune technique.

I then found the wind element in my mind and began to condense a brand new rune javelin.

When facing a large number of necromancers, the fire javelin is more useful, but when facing the treacherous necromancers with endless defensive methods like Macar, I decided to use the wind javelin with stronger penetration.

After using most of the mental power that was called out, a wind-type javelin that was rotating at high speed took shape. I gently slid the javelin, took a deep breath, and rushed out of the sand wall quickly.

The moment I rushed over, five curses hit me. It seemed that Makar was ready, but my mental power had already locked him not far away.

I then threw out the javelin in my hand with force, and the effect of the curse began to take effect at this time. The strength of every muscle in my body seemed to be instantly drained, so I collapsed directly on the sand.

I fell to the ground, my strength was still disappearing, and my body was getting heavier and heavier. Now I can't even raise a finger to outline runes.

It seems that before the curse is over, I have completely lost my combat power.

Fortunately, the javelin had turned into a green lightning, like a death talisman, flying straight towards Makal.

The extremely treacherous necromancer began to retreat constantly, and the zombies not far away also began to move closer to him.

Every time he took a step back, a bone shield appeared between him and the javelin, but the bone shield was quickly easily penetrated by the javelin.

The wind-type javelin quickly penetrated the bone shield made of more than ten macarats in succession. What made me even happier was that the old guy's casting speed could no longer keep up with the speed of the bone shield being penetrated by the javelin.

But it seemed that God didn't want him to die, and it might be Strad who was protecting him. The zombies not far away finally arrived, blocking Makar one by one, and soon built a thick wall of flesh.

"Damn it!" I sat on the ground, cursed, and clenched my fists hard, now I just hope the javelin could penetrate Makar's head before it dissipated.

"It's all over! You dark servants!" Faisal also brought the Karak warriors to come over and fought with the undead again.

"Good job, Faisal!" I sat on the ground and laughed. It didn't matter whether Faisal had the upper hand, as long as they could restrain the zombies that were extremely important to Makar.

"Damn it!" Makar, not far away, also cursed angrily, as if he had thought of this.

"Members of Shadow of Death, believers of Strad! Come here and protect me!" Makar suddenly opened his arms, "Don't be afraid of death and failure, the Order will rise again!"

Then I saw a scene that I would never forget in my life.

A large group of necromancers rushed over frenzily, and they stopped Makal one by one.

All the zombies used to block the javelin soon died. With the first handful of blood sprinkled on the yellow sand, these necromancers began to die one by one under the tip of the javelin.

What really surprised me was their eyes. Each of them looked excited and satisfied, as if they were in great pleasure.

"For Strad! For Makar!"

Another fanatical necromancer, he yelled slogans and fell down, blood pouring out into his body like money. He smiled and twitched, and soon there was no movement.

"Friends of Strad! I beg you in the name of the Shadow of Death to save our beacon Lord Makar. We will use our servants and our own flesh to buy time for you. Please take Lord Makar away!"

A necromancer who seemed to be in a high position suddenly said to the vampire very seriously. After he finished speaking his request, he bowed three times to the vampires, and then rushed to Makar without looking back.

The leader of the vampire nodded, quickly changed back to the vampire form, and rushed towards Makar.

"Damn it!" Cristo's shout also sounded, "Hunters! Stop those damn vampires!"

"Stop them, believers! For Strad! For Makar!"

Accompanied by the ubiquitous slogans, a large number of necromancers rushed towards the hunters brigade with a small group of vampires.

Many necromancers burst into laughter in the first second of their contact with the hunter. Their bodies quickly expanded into a balloon, followed by explosions after explosion.

"What kind of damn evil method is this!?"

No wonder Christo was furious. This spell like a corpse explosion turned the bodies of these necromancers into the most dangerous weapon. Their bones easily penetrated the armor of the hunters, and the flesh and blood began to corrode everything they came into contact with. After a series of explosions, I saw at least fifty hunters slumped on the sand without moving.

As for those vampires, they were even more crazy. They completely ignored the increasing wounds on their bodies and kept attacking the hunters opposite, pointing at the hunters' vital points with each blow.

This fighting method obviously cannot hurt the hunters opposite, but it has to be admitted that the hunters were completely restrained by them. It seems that the hunters could not take a step forward until the group of vampires and necromancers died to a certain number.

The Karak warrior on the other side was also facing the same situation. The undead creatures blocked Makar's side. In addition, the necromancers and vampires who also exploded regardless of casualties, Karak warriors and Faisal were unable to move forward.

I began to get anxious. Things have reached this point and we must not let Makar run away.

"Damn it!" I sat on the ground and cursed, "If it weren't for your damn curse, how could I possibly..."

Before I could finish my words, I was surprised to find that the effect of the curse had ended, my strength was recovering rapidly, and my body became lighter and lighter.

I jumped up from the ground quickly, grabbed the broken steel and rushed towards Makar.

"Mother of Spider is on! That terrible guy has recovered. Stop him and stop him. You must not let him release any other spells on Lord Makar!"

I don’t know whose voice sounded, and the last group of necromancers rushed towards me with a roar.

I screamed in secretly, and I was about to go around to the other side, but it was too late, and the necromancer and the vampire had surrounded me.

What surprised me was that they did not seem to be planning to self-destruct, but instead dragged me tightly, constantly attacking my head, heart and spine with daggers or claws.

Although they could not hurt me, I was also in the same dilemma as the other two sides and could never move forward even if it was a step forward.

The shouts of killing and fanatical slogans resounded throughout the battlefield. Every second, a large number of necromancers and vampires died. If the previous battle was considered to be the level of blood stained yellow sand, we are now fighting on the "red sand".

As their masters died one by one, the undead began to lose their troops rapidly, and the originally thick undead defense line was thinning rapidly.

Unfortunately, the vampire has already received Makar, and the recent Carac warriors are still struggling to move forward among the undead creatures.

"Retreat! Strad's followers! Children, each brings a necromancer around me, and we retreat!"

As the saying goes, bad things always come in pairs. The vampire just rescued Makar, and my javelin reached its limit and disappeared into the air. I didn't count how much damage it caused, but judging from the corpses on this place, this javelin killed at least thirty necromancers.

"Thank you! Strad's compatriots! Please do your best to save the senior mages of the sect!"

One necromancer after another ascended to the sky under the protection of the vampires and quickly surrounded Makar. The remaining necromancers on the ground had been divided and surrounded by the Karak warriors.

The battle is coming to an end. Under Faisal's command, the necromancers on the ground are being strangled quickly, one after another.

The Carac warriors with guns, together with the hunters, kept shooting at the vampire clusters that were moving away in the air under the command of Christo and Hickrad. The gunshots like explosive beans kept ringing, and every second the vampires were hit and fell.

But we all know that Makar has been saved, hiding among the vampire, and unless I can master the range rune technique of level 4 or above, no one of us can keep him.

"It's over, Christo," I inserted the broken steel back into the scabbard and waved at Christo a little tired, "Let everyone stop, we win."

"Do you call this victory, Savos?" Christo ran to me anxiously, "Macar is still alive! And I'm sure he won't give up, he will definitely go somewhere else to continue his plan."

"I know, Christo," I waved at him and signaled him to sit next to me, "But what's the use of being anxious? You are the leader of the intelligence team, and I believe that as long as you can find Makar."

"At that time," I pulled out the broken steel and pointed at the vampire in the sky from afar, "I will take his life myself."

"You're right, Savos," Christo sighed, pillowing his hands behind his head, "we won."

"We won!"

As he began to shout, Faisal also raised the rifle in his hand high, "We won!"

Everyone present happily raised the weapons in their hands, "We won!"

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We then simply cleaned the battlefield, and the hunters piled up all the corpses of zombies, necromancers and vampires to burn them together. Faisal commanded the Karak warriors and dug out simple tombs on the spot, burying all the Karak warriors and hunters who died in battle here.

Then the counting time after the war was made. We killed at least 200 necromancers and dozens of vampires, but we ourselves also suffered considerable losses. More than 40 hunters died, and the Carac warriors, as the main force, suffered heavy casualties, and more than 600 people died in charges against the undead creatures and subsequent hand-to-hand combat.

After simply observing silence for the dead comrades, we embarked on the way home. Due to the lack of time and the fatigue of everyone, we all walked slowly.

The entire army returned to Isaben six days later. The news of victory turned the village into a sea of ​​joy. The villagers took to the streets to celebrate the victory.

But there is joy and sorrow. Many families have white flags on them, and their sons, husbands and fathers will always sleep in the desert where they depend for life.
Chapter completed!